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Getting A Read On The Book Of Boba Fett
The Book Of Boba Fett, or rather, in praise and defense of the Star Wars role players that fill out the galaxy far, far, away.
I am of the age where my fandom of Star Wars is more complicated than perhaps others.
I am too young to have seen the original trilogy in the theater, although the network showings and later VHS tapes of them became a constant throughout the 80s and 90s of my youth. I was already an adult when the prequel trilogy hit the theaters, and in fact attended Episode I with a group that was I working with that summer in 1999. As for the latest trilogy, by far the best part wasn’t anything to do with the endlessly debated films themselves but that as a parent I got to experience what I didn’t have as a kid; my father taking me to a Star Wars movie.
All that fits because the Star Wars money train runs on the dual rails of nostalgia and new content. The vast Star Wars universe, once bought lock, stock, and bantha by Disney from George Lucas, was ripe for expansion. The series of books that had bridged the gap and done all that expanding prior to the House of Mouse taking over in a way the Empire could only dream off, was shuffled off into the regal sounding “Star Wars Legends” category that was lawyer wordy word for “we don’t…
