Currently working on: Revising back cover copy for Book 3
First off, thanks to everybody who commented last week for a chance to win the signed copy of Nalini Singh’s ANGEL’S BLOOD, that I picked up at RomCon. With the help of Random.org, we have a winner:
JenM, who hiked to Machu Picchu, congrats!
And I finally unpacked from RomCon and found an extra copy (unsigned, I’m sorry) of Jeaniene Frost’s DESTINED FOR AN EARLY GRAVE, which goes to:
cories, who — very sensibly, I think — would rather attend romance cons than work ones
Email me at jessa at jessaslade dot com with your snail mail addy and I’ll make a PO run.
Onto our topic of the week, which is “The TV show I miss the most.” I didn’t even have to contemplate for a microsecond. Even my XY knew what I was going to write about.
Joss Whedon’s cowboy space opera Firefly played for one gorram season in 2002 before being brutally and summarily cancelled by the evil Fox network, may their bean counters burn in a special level of hell reserved for People Who Don’t Get It. The world lived on through graphic novels to a 2005 wrap-up movie, Serenity, and occasionally, wistful rumors surface of another movie. (A photo tweeted earlier this month of some of the main actors with the sly caption “Together. Again.” was enough to get geekdom panty-wadded for several long minutes.)
The storyworld (or ‘verse, short for universe) inspired a fanatic group of followers, the Browncoats (a reference to the rebellious frontiersmen who fought for their freedom against smothering Fox executives… I mean, against a smothering central government). The Browncoats continue to stage charity viewings of Firefly, Serenity and other ’verse ephemera, including a fan-filmed movie, Browncoats: Redemption, that has been screened for select audiences but is not yet in wide release.
Why I loved Firefly
I love science fiction. I love anti-heroes. I love Joss Whedon. It’s like Firefly was always aimed straight at me.
Anything with spaceships gets my attention — even the old black and white movies where two pie tins squashed together served as the spaceship. And the little Firefly-class ship, Serenity, was as adorable as two pie tins, with her lit-up butt and hard-loved interior.
But it wasn’t the hardware that made this show. It was the crew. From the first episode (aired out of order by idiots), the crew revealed themselves in all their dysfunctional and yet highly effective glory. From the wounded soul of their fearless leader, Captain Malcolm Reynolds to the shattered mind of their mysterious and dangerous passenger, River Tam, their interactions were endlessly (and by endlessly, I mean ended after one season, thank you, Fox) fascinating, entertaining, emotional and true.
And damned funny. Of course Whedon usually inspires clever, but never better than Firefly. As a writer, I drooled over those lines. Oh, I’m sure they were written and revised for best effect, but they were always delivered with such beautiful immediacy that I couldn’t help but despair of ever writing as well. And while I despaired, I laughed, I cried, I bought DVDs.
I could requote all the wonderful lines here, but fans have read them all before and non-watchers (it’s YOUR fault Firefly died and I will never forgive you!) would just scratch their heads, but I have to give just one back’n'forth between the captain and his second, Zoe, as they come — once again — to save the day (after having nearly lost the day, of course):
Mal: “Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. Whaddya suppose that makes us?”
Zoe: “Big damn heroes, sir.”
Mal: “Ain’t we just!”
You were, Mal. To me, you were.
Are you a Firefly fan? Can you recommend another other good cowboy space operas (or anything remotely similar) in TV, movies or books?