Alyssa Rosenberg doesn’t mind being spoiled: “I regularly spoil myself on things I’m watching thanks to Wikipedia, and I fully believe the study that came out last summer that spoilers increase our enjoyment of entertainment.”
Not I. I get very annoyed and unfriendly at the mention of spoilers, especially because they often end up distracting me while I’m reading the book or watching the show or film. If I know that such and such a character is destined for an untimely end, I can’t shake wondering at every moment when the expected unexpected death will occur. Spoiler alert: so it was with Ned Stark and Qui-Gon Jinn. I may be an exception to study Rosenberg cites.
Hmm. Now that I think about it, Qui-Gon’s pending demise was a welcome distraction from the awfulness of The Phantom Menace. As a rule, though, I don’t want to know who lives and who dies.
Sometimes this undesired “foreknowledge” has a deleterious affect on me. So it was when I played Final Fantasy VII. Knowing that one of the primary heroes would be killed half way through the game, I chose to focus on building the strength and experience of the other playable characters. It seems having the sight of Raistlin Majere renders me quite the cold-hearted, calculating bastard.