I think about the idea of “canon” in fiction a lot; lately I’ve begun to feel that letting go of the whole concept might be the next step in maturing my tastes. I don’t know why the films for Episodes I-III should have any effect on my enjoyment of Star Wars. Kingdom Come isn’t any less important of a series because it’s “out of canon.”
Ask a fan to define canon and it feels like an oxymoron: “something in canon is what really happened, as opposed to re-imaginings, or unofficial or fan work.” But none of it really happened. I know no one is arguing that they think their favorite stories are “real.” But commitments to fictional canon represent that some stories about Batman are “more real” than others. And that, even in a minor way, does seem to be from a mindset of misplaced reality.

It’s not a question of “which of these really happened” it’s more “stop fooling yourself, none of these happened. Batman isn’t real.”
But before I go any farther, let’s make one thing clear: I not only understand canon, I’m a damn expert. I know which characters are clones in Star Trek and which are just being played by the same actor; I’ve spoken for hours about which parts of World of Warcraft are considered canonical to the universe. I can argue for why Iron Man’s timeline has slid to injure him in the Middle East, but the Punisher is still a veteran from Vietnam.
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