July 2011

SF/F Commentary

Penelope Lively Says We’re “Bloodless Nerds” (or An Old Hypocrite Speaks)

If you haven’t heard, Booker Prize winner Penelop Lively, age 78, believes people who read books in electronic form are “bloodless nerds.”  The article continues with the following: She said that Kindles and other devices to which you can download novels are no substitute for real books and no self-respecting bibliophile should want one.  “I have an iPad but I wouldn’t dream of reading a book on it,” she told the Telegraph Ways With Words Festival. She makes a number of other typical arguments (how kids don’t read like they used to and so on), but I think the above is really the crux of the matter.  Here is a person who has an iPad, which we can assume she uses to read things like online newspapers and magazines, blogs, and other forms of content, which at one point were provided to the public in print format.  This same person thinks reading ebooks is bad news… So excuse me, Ms. Lively, if I treat your holier-than-thou assault on those of us who use eReaders with contempt.  The fact that you benefit from the very shifts in reading formats you deride for the book form is laughably ironic and hypocritical.  You can’t say “I use an iPad” in the same breath as “reading electronic books is for bloodless nerds.”  Reading is not exclusive to the book, and the shift in reading habits has been going on for decades.  For whatever reason, we’re more concerned about the death of the “book” than we are about the death of the print newspaper or the print magazine or whatever other prints have been subverted by online “printing” practices. Hell, you might as well bitch about all those stupid blogs out there and how in the old days you only got heard by your friends or if your local newspaper printed your letter to the editor.  Those were such good days when you didn’t have much of a say in the way things ran beyond your vote.  Screw Tunisia and Egypt and all that social networking and online newspaper-ing and what not… For the record, I quite like the “book” as we understand it in print form.  I still buy lots of books.  But I don’t disparage people who have become readers via eReaders or converted to electronic reading.  It serves a social function as much as an economic and literary one.  In a strange way, that timeless phrase (“don’t just a book by its cover”) has a double meaning now.  Nothing wrong with that in my book…

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Debt is Wonderful (*deluding myself*)

I’ve got this whole Google+ thing going on, and today I posted this long comment about something that has been frustrating me today: I’m having one of those “WTF was I thinking when I decided to go to college and take on $31,000 in debt for an English degree, which I’d defer for 6 years while going to grad school, after which I’d be lucky to get a job in my field, let alone make anything over $20K a year” moments. And I’m telling myself that “yes, it’s worth it, because you love literature and teaching and all the things that come with being in academia and getting to study what you love and writing about it and spending your days participating in its communities.” Because I do.  But that still leaves a debt on my head that I’ll spend the next 20 years trying to pay off on a salary that society deems I barely deserve, despite the fact that what I do is essential for society to function. The world crumbles without people like me teaching young kids and adults and the like how to read and write. The world cannot sustain itself without language. But heaven forbid that we pay the creators of society, the first line of defense against barbarism, anything close to what they deserve.  Excuse me while I have some kind of weird existential crisis about life… I suppose some people would say, “Well, you decided to do this, so it’s your own fault that you’re in debt,” but then I think about all the countries where their citizens go to school for free or for very little whatsoever, without having to have full time jobs and the like, and it makes me wonder whether I got my early education in the right place.  I once wanted to go to school in England.  Maybe I should have. Don’t get me wrong.  Where I’m at now, I’m not paying anything in loans (technically, unless I’m having financial stupidity), but my undergraduate career can be summed up as “this is how you rack up more debt than people in 1920 knew what to do with in cash form.”  The sad truth is that this will keep going on, and nothing will change it. America is more classist now than it ever was, and it will stay that way until the people getting effed over do something about it, whether by voting or rising up and saying, “to hell with this bullshit.” But then again, maybe this is how you keep a disenfranchised populace complacent:  load them up with too much debt for them to do anything sizable with their lives beyond pumping out more babies for the consumption machine  and devoting themselves to the monthly-payment-model. I’ll shut up about my political mumbo jumbo now.  Maybe something normal will spring up in the next day or so.  By normal I mean “something science fiction or fantasy based.”  You know, like a novel chapter, or some rant about a movie…

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A Day in the Life of a Poem (and Other Visual Narratives)

In the interest of sharing the absurdity of my life, I present to you the following images for your amusement. First is a page from my notes for my summer seminar, which I subsequently used to draft a poem: Now, I’m no poet.  Never been much for reading the stuff, let alone writing it.  I have lots of emo poetry lost in a drawer somewhere, which I won’t let out so long as I’m alive, and will likely burn while I’m a ghost.  But “The Black City” (which is what I’ve called the monstrosity above) was the result of getting inspired by T. S. Eliot’s The Wasteland.  I had to write all the fragments you see on the bottom or my head would explode.  They’re not in order, and I kind of like it that way.  It’s more…fun. The next is a list of texts I’m considering for a course I want to build on postcolonial science fiction.  It’s tentative and likely incorrect, but I had fun putting it all together: Tobias S. Buckell and Nalo Hopkinson are obvious choices, but you’ve also got to love the insertion of Lauren Beukes too!  Her work is brilliant. And finally, my new backpack!  Why?  Because the old one was falling apart…literally. So, what have you been doing with your life?

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Book Clubs: Stereotyping Men Based on Football Commercials and Sexism

I don’t know why we still perpetuate the mythologies of maleness in this culture.  We know they’re mostly bullshit, in part because today’s society is drastically different from the one in which such myths were formed.  But we keep pushing them out there, repeating them in our heads, our news and TV shows, our blog posts, and so on.  Maybe it’s some kind of genetic nostalgia for the old days when we knew what men were like.  Or maybe there’s some kind of sick gene in our species that wants men to be non-feeling masculine bodybuilders who utter one-word sentences and grunt a lot. Ugh. Which brings me to this Book Group Buzz post about why men don’t participate in book clubs.  I’m not going to deny that most men don’t participate in book clubs.  To be honest, I’ve never been in an actual book club, so I can’t speak from experience about such things.  What I can say is that Ted Balcom’s nonsensical rambles about how men don’t like to share their feelings is a disgusting stereotype which verges on sexist (granted, it’s hard to say Ted is a sexist when you consider that Ted has never been a girl’s name). Let’s start with the first offense: Choose books to discuss that interest men. That means, broadly speaking, books about sports, politics, history, crime, and making money. Nonfiction seems to draw better than fiction. And for the most part, books written by men — although a title like Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand, might be the rare exception. The subtitle reveals the appeal: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption. That could bring the boys in — even if it was penned by a female. I know that the number of men who read fiction has declined in recent years, but I hope Ted realizes that men do read, you know, fiction.  And some of them read the same stuff that women do.  Really.  They do.  You know how I know?  Because I’m one of those men.  And all the men I know are similar kinds of men.  True, we all have different interests, but it’s really not that hard to find someone with a penis who likes to read all the stuff listed above and the kinds of books that are supposed to be in book clubs (what those are, I don’t know, because Ted never tells us what makes up for “traditional book club material”).  What I do know is that saying things like “men only read books with men being manly and politics, so we should pick some of those so we can include the menfolk” is sort of like saying “women only read romance novels and chicklit, so we should talk about that so they can feel like they’re part of the ‘in crowd.’”  Do some men only read the kinds of things listed above?  Yes, but I’d hazard a guess that they aren’t the majority. Rather than perpetuating the myths about what we’re supposed to read by saying what we do read (which is really what all of the above is doing), you could instead find other methods for including men in the discussion.  You know, by asking them to take part, asking them what they like to read, asking them their opinions, and so on.  And then you can start working on getting rid of all this social B.S. that is set up to fashion us into the very kinds of stereotypical men Ted starts setting up in the above paragraph. Ugha bugha… But there’s more.  There has to be, right? Here’s what I’ve learned, both from observation and from talking to other men: guys generally do not like to share their feelings in public, especially in the presence of a group composed mostly of members of the opposite sex; also, they aren’t greatly interested in minutely analyzing character and motivation, unless they happen to have a degree in psychology and have made this activity their life’s work; and finally, they aren’t comfortable in situations where they are outnumbered by ladies and where the leader of the group — that formidable person in charge — is (Gadzooks!) a woman. Oh ho!  There it is.  The biggest stereotype of them all, and it comes from “observation and talking to other men.”  Presumably, this talking was done at a sports bar during the Superbowl, or Ted lives in the only town where the water is laced with testosterone and the TV stations are stuck on 24/7 FOX News Manly Hour programming (in which Glenn Beck cries…wait, that’s not right)… But let’s get right to the meat:  men don’t like to talk about feelings stuff.  We’re anti-feelings.  Well, except we’re not (really).  Men can and often do talk about feelings, but we’re conditioned by culture to suppress overt demonstrations of emotional junk.  But we still talk about feelings.  I’ve never met a man who couldn’t express their outrage over a politician’s election or the failure of their sports team or…wait, I’m falling into the stereotypes again!  Back to books. Since when did book clubs become the same thing as group therapy?  Maybe the problem isn’t men, but the way Ted’s book clubs have been run, which, if we’re being honest, would turn off most people, including women.  Most people don’t go to group therapy.  Most people don’t want to, even if they need it.  But the crux of the matter is the assertion that men can’t talk about their reactions to a book, even within a limited context.  That is a feeling, and we’re not supposed to express those feelings, or something like that.  I call bullshit.  Most men can talk about books just fine.  I don’t know why a lot of men don’t read, but it’s not because they’re anti-feelings… If we’re going to boil all this ranting down to one thing, it’s this:  Ted keeps saying “men,” but in doing so he makes it clear he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

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Sensawunda Donation Drive: Help a Friend in Need

My friend Adam (who you all have probably heard enough about on this blog) is having some financial problems.  Like many Americans, he is having issues finding a job, which is particularly troublesome as a newlywed and a quasi-semi-not-really-graduated-college-student.  He and his wife need some financial help to pay off their overdue power bill, but rather than take your money and give you nothing but an Internet-thank-you for your trouble, Adam is offering up all kinds of free fiction, books, and other goodies (similar to what I’m still doing for WISB, but now w/o the financial necessity). Adam’s short fiction is really quite good, so if you’ve got a few bucks to spare, please head over to Adam’s site and donate. Who knows, maybe if someone agrees to cough up a goodly amount, Adam and I will write a story together involving you as a villain, with he and I as the exaggerated heroes.  It’ll be like Arnold Schwarzenegger had a love affair with a bizarro story and Mary Poppins…a kind of weird fantasy/scifi/horror threeway.  Without protection…

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