I was wandering around the blogsphere yesterday and came across a post that mentioned that Publishers no longer want Epic Fantasy. Oh, the horrors, the horrors, the horrors. This was almost as bad as having to dispose of the allegedly Dead Possum yesterday!
I love to read Epic Fantasy. Love, Love, Love! I cut my teeth on Tolkien and have been hooked ever since. In recent years, I noticed less and less Epic Fantasy books on the bookshelves at Borders. Where were the extra thick books of Epic Fantasy? Where were the trilogies? Where were the books I could immerse myself in for weeks on end, reveling in magical worlds where Elves walked the lands, Wizards wielded mighty magic, and Dragons might appear in the clear blue sky? Where were the Epics that fed my ravenous appetite for reading?
Guy Gavriel Kay - The Fionavar Tapestry (The Summer Tree, The Wandering Fire, and The Darkest Road), Tigana, A Song for Arbonne, and The Lions of Al-Rassan. Tad Williams - The Dragonbone Chair, The Stone of Farewell, and To Green Angel Tower. David Eddings - need I say more? Marion Zimmer Bradley - The Mists of Avalon. Robert Jordan - The Wheel of Time series (never-ending series, I might add). There are so very many more authors/books that I could list.
The problem is: the list is growing shorter.
Why? What caused the shift? Was it Harry Potter? Did that little wizard with the scar wave his magic wand and dissipate Epic Fantasy? Did the rise of vampires suck the blood out of Epic Fantasy?
If Publishers (for the most part) aren't accepting Epic Fantasy, what's an Epic Fantasy writer to do?
Write, of course! Write the next best Epic Fantasy and revive the genre. Don't Let It Die!
I think genres go in cycles, and right now, Epic Fantasy is in a downward spiral. I believe there is hope in saving the genre. I have to believe there is hope, because I have the next great Epic Fantasy brewing in my mind right now.
Once upon a time, all I wrote was Epic Fantasy. One day, I switched to writing about today - here and now - but never lost my passion/desire to write Epic Fantasy. Perhaps Harry waved his wand at me? Maybe I was having a psychic moment and knew that the Age of Epic Fantasy was briefly waning, and I needed to focus on the here/now. Maybe Pinocchio is a real boy!
Whatever the reason for the death knell of Epic Fantasy. I truly believe that writers of Epic Fantasy must not give up the quest (like how I worked that in?) for publication. They must write, write, and sell their books so that once again avid readers of Epic Fantasy will have a whole selection to choose from, rather than a handful of books.
p.s. as normal, Blogger is screwing with my formatting because I added a picture . . . which is why I'm going to quit adding pictures. Still, I love the above picture, so just bear with Blogger's crazy attempt at formatting!