Looking back on the past decade or so, it’s almost impossible to remember a time in which I was not either surrounded by books or scribbling my own silly stories on a notebook. I was twelve, I think, when I wrote my first disgraceful piece of fanfiction in collaboration with a classmate—it was about the manga Naruto, with our own original characters (or OCs) thrown into the mix, and not so bad on the narrative aspect for a couple of preteens but absolutely terrible in everything else. I must have been around the same age when I was introduced to the concept of the Mary Sue, a monster of epic proportions any self-respectable writer should avoid at all costs. What am I trying to transmit by sharing this insignificant episode of my life? Well, I recently turned twenty-three and still partake in writing fiction, but in the last ten years I have become a considerably more active author, reader and reviewer in such websites, and I have the feeling certain attitudes have not changed in the slightest over those long ten years.
This place has been abandoned for a really long time. I honestly feel awful about it. I had (and still have) numerous ideas to write about books, perhaps even movies, but I can’t seemingly find the time or the motivation. One can only hope I will actually do it – preferably sooner than later.
Just for the sake of publishing something, and since I already uploaded a literature essay to the blog anyway, I’m going to leave here my portion of a group essay we recently did for my “Cinema and Literature in the English Language” class. This is not the whole project, just the second part, which is the one I wrote. We chose to explore the topic of fiction and reality through four different movies (The Purple Rose of Cairo, The Truman Show, Matrix and Birdman) and literary references that deal with this dichotomy, how the lines that separate both concepts are sometimes blurred.
(Once more, I won’t take kindly if someone copies this and presents it as his/hers in a blatant act of disrespectfulness and plagiarism. I already warned you.)