I’m not a cranky old man, but I generally consider most stuff shown on network TV after my 15th birthday to be not worth the effort to press the buttons on the remote… or worth the effort to get cable.
But I had a lot of really good experiences with TV before I turned 15. The choices were pretty limited, but the more I talk to my 10 year old, the more I realize there were oases of TV magic in my youth.
Battlestar Galactica in 1978. Buck Rogers in 1980. M.A.S.H. for my entire youth. Knight Rider. Starblazers. Battle of the Planets. Most Saturday morning cartoons. Manimal… hahaha. Just kidding. That was cancelled for good reason.
Wanting my son to have some magic oases too, I found myself unqualified to offer him anything other than what I had when I was young. And recently I was musing about our Friday nights, and what I might have been doing 30 years earlier, and I realized that for a good five years, I’d watched The Dukes of Hazzard every Friday at my grandmother’s house. I decided to try to relive some of my childhood while offering something new to my son’s.
I played the show’s intro, and as soon as he saw the General Lee leaping the dirt pile and driving off, he was already squealing. “Oh my God! Did you see the tires bend when it landed?” he said, beside himself with excitement.
So, we started with season one and have been working our way up. My son loves the bows and arrows, the car chases, the car jumps, and when things explode. Interestingly, he also seems to love being smarter than Roscoe and Boss Hogg.
At no other show does he consistently shake his head at the utter stupidity of the villains. Heart-warmingly, his reaction to Rosco and Boss, and even the words he uses to comment on them, are strikingly similar to the ones my late immigrant grandmother used.
Thirty years on, as a science fiction and fantasy writer, I’m watching the show with a different eye of course. Much of the physics is wrong. Cars wouldn’t jump or land that way, and even if they did, the amount of damage a human driver (without seat-belt) would take is probably lethal.
So I frequently find myself classifying The Dukes of Hazzard as fantasy, using the old definitions of “science fiction is an extrapolation of something that is not known to be impossible by current science,” and “fantasy is everything that we know to be impossible by current science.”
But it’s not just the flying cars, the effortless marksmanship, and lack of injuries and the convenient take-off and landing areas scattered throughout the mythical country of Hazzard. There’s a very pulpy sensibility to the characters, the conflicts, the situations and the sheer number of coincidences in the storytelling that would have made Edgar Rice Burroughs proud.
The Dukes of Hazzard of course also side-steps questions of race in the US in the late 1970s, but there is an appeal in the somewhat baldly-done mythic structure to Hazzard. Robin Hood isn’t just a quick reference in the opening theme. Bo and Luke jointly play the Robin Hood character in a high-octane Nottingham, with Boss Hogg as the Black Prince, Rosco as the Sheriff of Nottingham, Daisy as Maid Marian, Uncle Jesse as Friar Tuck, and Cooter as Little John.
So, while reliving some old nostalgic memories, and ignoring many things that I now know and care about as a grown-up, I am making new memories with my son on rainy days, some of which involve car chases, dumb sheriffs, car crashes and explosions.
Low-brow, low-calorie entertainment. Your mileage may vary.
Derek Künsken writes science fiction, fantasy and horror in Gatineau, Québec, and tweets from @derekkunsken. His 2014 Asimov’s story “Schools of Clay” is in book stores now in Rich Horton’s Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy as well as in audio at the excellent Starship Sofa.