(But then again, I started at nine in a family where this was utterly alien, so I actually did make a good head start. I spent much of this book in a haze of recognition and a weird kind of envy for not being involved sooner. I had to break into another thing of Post-It notes just to mark it all down. On Sunday night, I spent two and a half hours typing up this book’s entry in my commonplace book. After all, “fandom celebrates not exceptional texts, but exceptional readings” (284). While producers and the mainstream might view fans as mindless consumers, they’re anything but, devoting their time and energy to saving the shows they love, even when they rail against developments in them.
While the skit asks fans to “get a life”, they clearly already have one-a rich and fulfilling way of reading, interacting, and producing texts. Textual Poachers opens by analyzing the oft-cited Saturday Night Live skit about Star Trek fans. I’m ready and not ready, you know?) So I ventured into the stacks and came out clutching Textual Poachers, apparently the first person to check it out since 1996. (Oh, I don’t want to think about graduating. Nothing perks me up or fascinates me like media studies and particularly Henry Jenkins’ even-handed writings on the subject, and I know it’s time for me to start focusing on the books I can only get at my college library. After finishing my last read, I looked at my stack of library books, sighed, and declared, “Bring me Jenkins!”.
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