JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Fan service. Do you know the phrase? It comes out of Japanese manga and anime, and originally meant to give the fans of these genres "what they want" - usually cartoon girls in very, very skimpy clothing. Seriously, don't Google images of the term.
But it's come to have a much larger meaning in contemporary fiction, television and movies, which have become increasingly serialized over the past two decades. When readers or viewers spend a long time in a fictional universe (another term that's become popular to describe this serialized phenomenon) they come to know the many characters, large and small, that make up the world. They remember events that took place eight books and five movies ago. They develop insider knowledge and appreciation - they become fans.
The readers impatiently waiting for Jenn's next Library Lovers Mystery (November 2, y'all!) know everything there is to know about Briar Creek, CT. Actually, it's been my experience that passionate readers may remember more than the author does about her own creation! The audience for the Marvel Cinematic Universe's twenty five (and counting) movies may not know everything, because there are lots of, shall we say, special areas to hang out in, depending on whether you follow The Avengers, Spider-Man and/or The Guardians of the Galaxy. But I guarantee you the get the backstories, and the colorful secondary characters, and the overarching mythos.
What do those readers and audience members want? Fan service. They want to see characters popping up again to say hi later in the story. They want references and nods to previous events that only they know about. On screen, they want to see actors who were important to earlier iterations of the story pop up in different roles - really, the best part of Wonder Woman '84 was seeing Lynda Carter's cameo.
Sometimes, yes, fan service can be WAY overdone. If you saw Avengers Endgame, you might have cringed a little at the brief spotlight inclusion of every. Single. Lead. Character in the final battle. In Star Trek, the fans loved Khan Noonien Singh so much they dragged the guy back for two sequels, and I'm pretty sure Ricardo Montalban would have played him the third time if he hadn't happened to have passed away at the ripe old age of 88 four years prior. (By the way, if you've seen the wonderful Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan? Montalban was 62. He could, as the youths say today, get it.)
All this is to confess I'm offering up some fan service to my long-time readers. Since the plot of AT MIDNIGHT COMES THE CRY revolves around small-town white supremacists, I wanted to let people know this small town was also home to some migrant workers and immigrants. How to show this briefly? Well, I happened to have a couple who were central to I SHALL NOT WANT. Why not catch up with them and see how they're doing, in a visit to an interfaith Christmas donation drive?
“Father! We caught you!” The accented voice caught her attention. A short, dark man in a heavy barn coat crossed the parking lot, a toddler perched on his hip. A visibly pregnant blonde was at his side. “We wanted to make a donation.” The man noticed Clare and smiled broadly. “La Reverenda!”
“Amado! Isabel!” Clare and Fr. St. Laurent had married Amado Esfuntes and Isabel Christie two – no, three – years ago. “Is this Octavia? She's so big.”
“I'm two.” The girl held up two fingers, just to make it clear. “I'm going to be a big sister.”
Clare laughed. “I can see that. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” The girl's grave demeanor and dark coat made her look like the world's tiniest supreme court judge.
Her father slid her off his hip and handed her an envelope. “Do you want to give the gift to Father?”
“Yes, please.”
Fr. St. Laurent squatted down. “Mil gracias, Octavia.”
“El placer is mío, Padre.”
Clare raised her eyebrows. “Polite in two languages. I'm impressed. My son is still at the babbling stage.”
“She started talking early,” Isabel said, “but she really took off after her second birthday. Our pediatrician thinks it might be because we're raising her with both Spanish and English.”
“Or it might be because she's a genius!” Amado held his arms out and Octavia let herself be hoisted back into the seat of honor.
“Amado.” Fr. St. Laurent looked up from the envelope. “This is too much.”
Amado shook his head. “What we have to share, we share. The farm has run a good profit this year, thanks to God--”
“Thanks to hard work,” Isabel amended.
“--and I know this helps those who need help. Including other immigrants.”
“Although Amado's not an immigrant anymore. He's an American citizen.”
The smile Amado gave his wife was slanted. “In some people's eyes, I will never not be an immigrant.”
Isabel snorted. “Well, those people are assholes. Sorry, Father. Reverend.”
What do you think, dear readers? Do you like a little fan service now and again? And is Lynda Carter actually secretly an Amazon? Because it doesn't look as if she's aging along with the rest of us humans.
