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of a book called The Wrecking Crew
talks about the beginnings of rock-n-roll. Extrapolating from two paragraphs,
it says, “Unlike the small companies, (indies) the behemoths such as Columbia
and Mercury opted to stick with traditional pop offerings: the New Christy
Minstrels, Johnny Mathis, and Tennessee Ernie Ford—those they knew would sell.
They waited years before grudgingly signing a rock-n-roll group: Paul Revere
& the Raiders.”
Translation: businesses don’t like to take chances.
But
someone did with the Big Bang Theory.
I started
watching the Big Bang from day one—that
is, in 2004. Hard to believe it’s been on 11 years. In 2004, Friends was winding up and so was Fraser. NCIS, L&O Special Victim’s Unit,
CSI Miami and any number of other
shows featuring pretty people were new and fresh. But none was as fresh as the Big Bang. With the exception of Penny,
the characters were kids we knew, but not well, in school; they were usually
found in Science Club. I wish I had known them better, because thanks to the Big Bang guys, I am now able to answer some of our newspaper’s quiz questions
when they pertain to science. But I digress. I think part of the show’s initial
popularity is that it was different from everything else. CBS took a chance.
The
behemoth publishers don’t want to take a chance on anything new, either. Stephen
King’s Carrie was rejected 30 times
because, as one letter said, “We are not
interested in science fiction which deals with negative utopias. They do not
sell,” but how did the publishers know?
Maybe because the year before Carrie came out (1974) the best sellers
included Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
Evening in Byzantium, and The Billion
Dollar Sure Thing. Then, a publisher took a chance and created a genre
industry.
To
my way of thinking, the last big chance that a TV network took before the Big Bang was The Waltons and the last monumental chance taken in publishing was
the Harry Potter books.
Right
now, I’m working on three books, one is non-fiction, two are historical
fiction, and one of the historical fictions is YA. The YA historical fiction is
taking a chance. The other two are playing it safe. I don’t know if that’s good
or bad. As I sit here, typing, the only neglected genre I can think of is
battlefield fiction. All the others, mine included, are out there jockeying for
readers with all the others of its type
The Big Bang may have been new and
different but, I write what I know, what I love, and what I like to read. Guess
I didn’t learn the lesson.
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