March 2012

SF/F Commentary

An Interview w/ Maureen McHugh (Author of After the Apocalypse)

You can check out my review of After the Apocalypse here. Now for the interview: First things first:  What initially drew you to writing, and why genre fiction in particular? I was drawn to writing because I loved to read, and when I was reading a story I really really loved, I hated for it to end.  So to find the stuff I really really loved to read, I started thinking about writing it myself.  It turned out that writing didn’t necessarily lead to making the stuff that I loved to read, because my best writing seems to be about the things I am most uncertain about.  I write to find out what I think.  It turns out that a lot of what I love to read and a lot of what I think about falls best into genre. A question I often ask myself, and others, is what drives people towards post-apocalyptic (or apocalyptic) fiction.  Your collection is perhaps on the cusp between “a world crumbling” and “a world crumbled.”  What do you think accounts for our fascination with catastrophe in its various forms?  What about your fascination? I think there are a lot of reasons to be drawn to the apocalyptic. We are all headed towards a personal apocalypse in that we are all going to die.  That’s a terrible thing to truly comprehend, and apocalyptic fiction is a way to rehearse our existential dread, so to speak. There’s the playground fun of destroying everything.  There’s also the idea that if all the clutter was swept away us (insert ideology here) could rebuild it right.  There is often something Utopian about the catastrophic. For me, there were a couple of stories, particularly “Useless Things” that were ways to explore my own fears.  What if the infrastructure is buckling under the pressures of climate change?  What if the poor are getting poorer?  I have a strong sense that I may not behave well under that kind of stress.  I don’t think of myself as very noble. Did you always have a sense that these stories, which were published in multiple magazines between 2007 and 2010, were going to revolve around the same theme, or did each story come into existence out of its own individual context?  In other words, were you thinking these stories would deal with a semi-shared world when you wrote them, or was it an accident? No, not at all.  I realized at some point that there was this metaphorical connection, and then I wrote a story (the title story, “After the Apocalypse”) to reflect that.  But of course, many of the stories are not apocalyptic in the general sense at all. I don’t really believe in the sudden end of things.  Not that it couldn’t happen.  One big asteroid and there we are.  But at an emotional level I am so much more familiar with the decline of things, the gradual slide into some different state.  So even though I know that the world could end with a bang, my feeling is that most endings are like old age, the gradual loss of options, abilities, and choices. In an interview/conversation with David Moles at Small Beer Press, you said that “all of my apocalyptic stories are not of the people who become Mad Max, but they’re of the rest of us, you know.”  It might be fair to say that the characters found in so much apocalyptic fiction are larger-than-life heroes, villains, or anti-heroes — people who exceed the realities of their situation in ways that almost seem unrealistic or too-perfectly-designed-for-the-screen.  But you are, as you say, concerned with “the rest of us.”  Who are “the rest of us?”  Why write about them and not, say, the other kinds (Mad Max, etc.)?   I guess because I have never felt that I was going to be able to hold my own in a battle between heroes.  I have always been the person picked second-to-last for the team.  I’m near-sighted.  I like to read.  None of my salient characteristics exactly suggest that I will be great at converting cars into stripped down dune buggies, building stills, lethally defending myself.  I am really well adapted to be what I am—a middle class woman who sits at a desk. So what happens to me when the apocalypse comes?  There’s a good chance, based on my life experience, that I’ll end up washing the dishes or something.  Right before something eats me. Another aspect of that conversation I found illuminating was your acknowledgment of your weakness in the field of plot.  Particularly, you mention that many of your stories which have plots are about things getting worse, rather than better.  Do you think your admitted faults as a writer influenced how you approached the stories in this collection?  Or did it evolve organically as you developed your characters? Most plots involve things getting worse, when you strip them to their barest essence.  Each solution to a problem leads to a worse problem.  I work best when I have a character and I think of an unstable situation—they react, I have a story.  There are writers who are better at situations and the intricate construction of a series of interlocking events that move the characters through ever more complex situations. Me, I have to resist the impulse to have my characters just think about how bad things might get. One of the compelling aspects of your collection is the honest exploration of the indifference human beings sometimes show to one another, or to the situations surrounding them.  In the case of After the Apocalypse, each story shows people surviving in a world where civilization has already unraveled, though without the absolute end-of-the-world-ness typified by the genre.  An example of this indifference would be the protagonist of “The Naturalist,” who traps his fellow inmates in a kind of makeshift scientific experiment to do with the zombies who inhabit the city-prison.  Could you talk about why you decided to approach this theme,

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Weekly Roundup #3: The Skiffy and Fanty Show / Duke and Zink Do America

Yet another roundup of all the things I’ve got going on elsewhere.  Enjoy! Over at The Skiffy and Fanty Show, we cover the hype surrounding J. K. Rowling’s new adult novel, the abuse of Seanan McGuire by readers (and the stupid things publishers do that hurt authors), the power of science fiction, plus a few silly related topics (including an embarrassing moment for Duke, who lives in an alternate universe of plurals).  You can check out that episode here. You should also check out the latest Torture Cinema episode, in which Jen and I review Twilight:  New Moon while drinking alcohol.  In short:  it should be amusing! We’ve also got a random ? of the Week, in which we ask you about SF/F books that made you cry. Go leave your answer on the blog. And: Over at Duke and Zink Do America I have a few articles up about various topics.  There won’t be a third episode of the podcast until I return, but you should be able to enjoy the following: “The Right to Women:  Your Body Are Belong to Us“ “Dear GOP:  Keep Your Hands Off My Penis (or, What Do You Think About All This Crap?)“ “Feminist Corner:  Rush Limbaugh’s Non-Apology“ “Episode Delay:  #3 to Come Next Week Due to Vacation“ Enjoy!

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So They Started Young — So What? (A Rant About Authors)

L. B. Gale has an interesting blog post entitled “Fantasy Writers:  What We’re Up Against,” in which s/he profiles George R. R. Martin to give fantasy writers an impression of the writing life of one of the greats.  We learn, for example, that he won his first award when he was 17 and was nominated for a Hugo at 25, with his first novel published when he was 29, and so on.  Martin isn’t the only SF/F writer who started getting recognized when he was young, I’m sure, but there is something about looking at age as some kind of impressive element that bothers me. What exactly is impressive about getting published at a young age, let alone winning awards at said age?  Writing isn’t like business, where making millions at a young age might be quite impressive indeed.  I’m sure a lot of people are envious of Mark Zuckerberg, who became a billionaire before 30.  Why?  Because most people don’t make it in the business world when they are young.  To be fair, most people don’t become billionaires either, but the point still stands. But writing can’t be held to the same standard.  Authors make it big when they are young, middle-aged, or damned old.  Kenneth Grahame didn’t publish The Wind in the Willows until his 50s.  Frank McCourt (Angela’s Ashes) at 66.  Anthony Burgess’s first novel at 39.  Mary Midgley at 56.  Joseph Conrad at 37.  Raymond Chandler at 43.  Richard Adams at about 52.  And on and on and on.  (There are bound to be plenty of SF/F examples too, but I didn’t want to spend an hour searching to find out.) But their ages don’t matter.  We’re not talking about an 8-year-old writing a great science fiction novel, or a 115-year-old doing the same.  We’re talking about writers who came into prominence at various points in the typical span of a human life.  What matters isn’t that they wrote a great book at 17 or 52.  It’s that they wrote a great book.  What matters isn’t that they won an award at 17 or 52.  It’s that they won an award.  The age is irrelevant (or it should be).  We needn’t revere authors for being brilliant at a young age; let’s revere them for being brilliant. What say you all?

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Video Found: The First 10 Minutes of John Carter

This is making the rounds, so it must be posted here too in order to over-saturate the blogosphere with John Carter goodness. (Note:  I have not watched the video below, and have no intention to do so.  I plan to see the movie and do not want that experience spoiled by the 10 minute clip.  But if you’re not that type of person, then the following video is sure to be fascinating.)

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SF/F Rant of the Day: Privilege is Not Equal

You’re probably already familiar with the shitstorm that erupted on Peter Watts’ blog over acrackedmoon’s “review” of R. Scott Bakker’s novels.  If not, then you should glance through to see what has been going on (this is not the same as the other shitstorm which also involved acrackedmoon’s comments, though certainly the issues are related). Here, I am interested in one particular issue:  the question of privilege.  But before I do that, I want to say a few quick things: I harbor no ill will towards Peter Watts, acrackedmoon, R. Scott Bakker, or any of the people involved in the comments.  I may not like some of the commentators, but that’s a separate issue. I think Watts makes some valid points.  I think acrackedmoon makes some valid points.  I think they both occasionally put their feet in their mouths and say things that are counterproductive to discussion and debate.  They are both human beings. I understand why acrackedmoon takes the approach that she does, and while I do not always agree with that approach (sometimes I think she shuts off debate by being overly aggressive when taking a step back might be more productive), I think many of the issues she attacks are ones we should be concerned about anyway.  I think it’s more pathetic that we don’t think about the problems she raises (such as the treatment of women in literature, racism, etc.) except when someone throws “a fit” and uses “bad words.”  For the record:  from what I know of Mr. Watts, he is concerned with many of the same issues and reflects that in his writing (this based on my friend’s obsession with him as a writer). I do not agree that the “tone argument” is invalid in all instances, as I’ve said before.  But I do not agree that responding to another’s “tone” with a similar “tone” makes you look any more “civilized” than the person you’re attempting to delegitimize. Now that all of that is out of the way, I’d like to draw your attention to one problematic comment left on Peter Watts’ blog by someone calling himself Giorgio. Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell do _she_ think she is? What makes you think that she can arrogate herself any kind of representative role? Who the hell gave _you_ the right to decide who someone can or cannot represent? I’m _sure_ all those tormented people feel better now that someone finally can be obnoxious on the Internet in their place. Get down off your high horse, ACM is a privileged woman from a privileged background (a Thai Chinese!) who speaks a very good English and is completely steeped in North American culture in a country where only 10% of the population speaks any English at all, who has access to Internet in a country where only a quarter of the population has any kind of connection and apparently has a lot of free time she can spend reading fantasy books and maintaining a constant Internet presence. If _she_ can represent someone, I surely can decide that I’m the voice of billions of farmers and factory workers and as such I’m happy to tell her that she’s an obnoxious bourgeois and should start thinking about doing something productive and useful to make up for the history of prevarication and oppression who gave her her role in society. There is one fundamental problem here:  the assumption that “shared privileges” are equal.  Let’s take as true that acrackedmoon is an upper class Thai woman and that a marker of that is the fact that she has apparently unfettered access to the Internet (the commenter’s statistic is wrong, by the way:  25.5% of Thais have Internet access, but another 66+ million and change use mobile phones – that’s practically the entire population of Thailand; determining how many of those mobile users also use their phones to access the Internet is a little difficult, but if Africa is any indication, phone-to-Internet access is likely more common than standard Internet in countries previously dubbed as “third world.”  You also have to take into account other forms of Internet access, such as cafes, etc. – basically, we need to seriously get beyond this “she’s got the Internet, so she must be totally privileged because Thailand is a backward bumfuck country where everyone lives in rice patties and huts” bullshit.  Backwards my ass.).  What do these assumptions tell us about acrackedmoon?  That she has privilege within her country of residence. One way to think of this is to use the Internet as an analogy:  if I have access to the Internet through broadband, but acrackedmoon only has dialup, could we reasonably suggest that our access is the same?  Are the privileges equal?  The answer:  no.  While we both benefit from having access, that does not mean we benefit in the same way, or that we have the same level of access.  The same is true if we think only in terms of nations.  A privileged woman in Thailand is certainly better off than lower class Thais, but is she better off than an American woman (or, as the comments seem to suggest, a white American male)?  If you think the answer to that question is “yes,” then you are naïve as best, or an utter idiot at worst. Yes, acrackedmoon has privilege, but only within the context of her country of residence.  Compared to myself, a white, straight male living in Florida on a University stipend?  We might be more equal, but there are still things that I have which are not as easily accessible to her, and our relationships to our countries of residence are not the same.  I am not as privileged in America as acrackedmoon supposedly is privileged in Thailand, and yet in relating our positions it becomes clear that we are not equal from a socio-economic perspective. I’m not saying this in order to speak down to acrackedmoon or Thais; rather, I’m bringing this up because it

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England: The Country With a History Face

There is something absolutely magical about visiting another country, especially a country like England.  At least, I think so.  But why?  On my descent into Gatwick, I thought about that question, and this is the best I could come up with: England is a country that wears its history on its face.  To someone like myself, who has lived in various parts of the United States where colonial history is not explicitly present (i.e., there aren’t a whole bunch of forts and “old towns” on the West Coast).[1]  But what does it mean for a nation to wear its history on its face?  Traveling to England is like traveling through hundreds of years of history compressed into one space.  It is impossible to look at England without being able to see the ancient, the old, the modern, and the contemporary all comingled in the same space.  Perhaps this does not fascinate the British, but it certainly grabs my attention every time I visit (just as it captures me now as I sit in the airport).[2] Perhaps that is, in part, why Damien Walter claimed that England is bewitched by the magical/mystical (having only glanced at the post, this is really random speculation).  England really is magical, mystical, bewildering, wondrous, and all manner of other delicious descriptors one might use.  But it’s because of the history, I think, that so many tourists are drawn here.  That history is a kind of magic of its own, filled with myths, legends, exciting stories, architecture, characters, and literature.  It’s a place where you always feel like there’s something grand to learn about the very place you’re standing on.  Something happened here, perhaps something insignificant within the endless stream of historical time, but something exciting nonetheless. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back – this is my fourth trip to England (though my first foray into the southern half of the island).  I’m jetlagged.  I’m tired.  I’m unclean.  But I’m amazed by the wonder around me.  Is this just the journey of the tourist?  Or is there something truly magical about England or equally ancient places that inspire such emotions? A question for you all:  what countries or places have you visited that seemed to wear its history on its face?  Let me know in the comments so I can make a list of places to see with my girlfriend… This is what a picture taken from a plane looks like.  What is it, you might ask?  Well, it’s the  clouds being murdered by the sunlight on the horizon.  Pretty?  I think so, even if my photography skills say otherwise… ——————————————————— [1] When I say old, I mean by degrees of hundreds of years.  Much of California was settled fairly late in American history.  But there is also something to be said about living in these places that demystifies the historical experience.  I love the Old West – the mines, frontier towns, the Gold Rush sites, etc. – but I have lived in that space for so long that it doesn’t hold the allure it once did. [2] I wrote this post while I was sitting in Gatwick International Airport while waiting for my train.

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