В первом Пратчетт рассказывает про кроссоверный фанфик по Толкину и Джейн Остин - вот бы прочитать такой.
Already, as I admit this, I can feel the circle of new, anxious but friendly faces around me: "My name is Terry and I used to draw dwarf runes in my school notebooks. It started with, you know, the straight ones, everyone can do them, but then I got in deeper and before I knew it I was doing the curly elf ones with the dots. Wait... there's worse. Before I'd even heard the word 'fandom' I was writing weird fan fiction. I wrote a crossover story setting Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice in Middle-earth; the rest of the kids loved it, because a class of thirteen-year-old boys with volcanic acne and groinal longings is not best placed to appreciate Miss Austen's fine prose. It was a really good bit when the orcs attacked the rectory..." But around about then, I suspect, the support group would have thrown me out. (c) Pratchett, Meditations on Middle Earth, ed. Karen Haber
А это окончание эссе :)
One day I was doing a signing in a London bookshop and next in the queue was a lady in what, back in the eighties was called a "power suit" despite its laughable lack of titanium armor and guns.
She handed over a book for signature. I asked her what her name was. She mumbled something. I asked again... after all, it was a noisy bookshop. There was another mumble, which I could not decipher. As I opened my mouth for thr third attempt, she said, "It's Galadriel, okay?"
I said, "Were you by any chance born in a cannabis plantation in Wales?" She smiled, grimly, "It was a camper van in Cornwall," she said, "but you've got the right idea."
It wasn't Tolkien's fault, but let us remember in fellowship and sympathy all the Bilboes out there. (c) Pratchett, Meditations on Middle Earth, ed. Karen Haber