One of the first books I remember cracking open as a child was The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. I was mesmerized by a world populated by magic creatures and witches and talking animals presented as if it were REAL. No hoaky, kiddie, cartoony gimmicks. No singing. This was a real world where a bunch of kids actually went and battled evil.
I also grew up watching cartoons, natch. In particular I remember kind of hating Scooby Doo (while sitting glued to this opium for kids every day), thinking how lame it was that every case had to be some stupid old guy playing tricks with fake ghosts and stage magic and whatnot. Why couldn't they fight real monsters dammit? Guess the creative geniuses at Hanna Barbera thought that would have been too silly. -_-
|THIS was the Scooby Doo I wanted to see.|
Except for comic books, the one medium where writers had no constraints.
Eventually Hollywood got crap like Once Bitten out of their systems. Lost Boys and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, while still campy, were starting to reveal shades of what we were looking for. That was fine and all for vampires, but in fantasy, we had Highlander, aaaand... Highlander.
|We've come so far|
Amazing scribes like Laura K Hamilton and Jim Butcher picked up on what Mercedes Lackey had been throwing down and at long last a genre had evolved: Urban Fantasy. Over in TV Land, Joss Whedon took the cue to transform his parody concept into something fans outside the cult could appreciate, and the floodgates opened on the small screen and especially on bookshelves, where Charlene Harris, Kim Harrison, Patricia Briggs, and a legion of great talent came to play in the new sandbox.