Everything that entertains me must be good because I am good
The Author is dead. The Author remains dead. And we have killed him. […] Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become authors simply to appear worthy of it?
There’s a paradox among especially treatbrained people where they insist that things must happen how they happened in the fiction because of what the fiction says and it could not have happened any other way (the Thermian argument) but also insist in “death of the author” mantras to the dismiss author’s stated intent when it’s inconvenient to their treat gobbling.
Tho ppl who invoke the Thermian argument are usually more concerned with ‘lore’ and mystery boxes rather than any sort of critical reading, it’s all just content to them.
Some of them just want “historically accurate (in its own fiction)” excuses for why Zelda must always be the damsel in distress and Link must always rescue her from brown-coded recurring bad man.
The Author is dead. The Author remains dead. And we have killed him. […] Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become authors simply to appear worthy of it?
There’s a paradox among especially treatbrained people where they insist that things must happen how they happened in the fiction because of what the fiction says and it could not have happened any other way (the Thermian argument) but also insist in “death of the author” mantras to the dismiss author’s stated intent when it’s inconvenient to their treat gobbling.
Schrödinger’s Author.
Tho ppl who invoke the Thermian argument are usually more concerned with ‘lore’ and mystery boxes rather than any sort of critical reading, it’s all just content to them.
Some of them just want “historically accurate (in its own fiction)” excuses for why Zelda must always be the damsel in distress and Link must always rescue her from brown-coded recurring bad man.