And then there’s the problematic nature of positioning Serial’s narrative a dead girl, TV-style drama. When announcing the spin off, Ira Glass himself stated:
“Our hope is to give you the same experience you get from a great HBO or Netflix series, where you get caught up with the characters and the thing unfolds week after week, and you just have to hear what happens next, but with a story that’s true. And no pictures. Like House of Cards or Game of Thrones but you can enjoy it while you’re driving.”
This entertainment factor leaves a bitter taste because Lee isn’t Laura Palmer, she can’t be resurrected in a fictional land of flashbacks and surreal dream sequences. Lee is real and she’s dead.
I always thought it was an irrational, gut-level reaction to be off-put by the high production value of This American Life; to me, it always felt like the aestheticization of human misery, no matter how sympathetic it was to its subjects, or how important its watchdog journalism does.
But now my arational reflex feels oddly vindicated, now that Ira Glass has explicitly stated his desire to emulate prestige cable drama.