August 2012

SF/F Commentary

The #ThoroughlyGoodBooksbyPoc Reading List

Update:  The list is now alphabetical by author! (Note:  The following books are what was listed on Twitter under the #ThoroughlyGoodBooksbyPOC hashtag at 5:45 PM EST (the 21st of August).  Twitter will not allow me to view anything that might have appeared earlier than the morning of the 21st. It should also be noted that some folks have expanded the list to include books featuring POC characters, even when such books are written by white authors.) A little background: In response to the recent Weird Tales fiasco, author Jim C. Hines decided to switch things around to get people to list their favorite novels by people of color, irrespective of genre.  I’ve decided to compile as many of those books as I possibly can.  The following list will, I hope, be updated over the course of the week (please understand that I am in grad school, which begins anew tomorrow, and so my time may be limited to do this). (Note:  Some authors will not have specific titles listed.  This is either because people suggested practically everything written by those authors or specifically stated “anything by.”  Please excuse any repetitions you may find.) Now for the list: A  Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed The Day Lasts More Than a Hundred Years by Chingiz Aitmatov The Hakawati by Rabih Alameddine Heaven’s Fate by Andre Alan The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie Reservation Blues by Sherman Alexie How to Traverse Terra Incognita by Dean Alfar Salamanca by Dean Francis Alfar Anything by Isabel Allende Krymsin Nocturnes by Joseph Armstead No God But God:  The Origins, Evolution, and Future of Islam by Res Aslan B Daytripper by Gabriel Ba and Fabio Moon Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin The Tiger Claw by Shauna Singh Baldwin Dreampark by Steven Barnes Lion’s Blood by Steven Barnes Cosmos Latinos:  An Anthology of Science Fiction from Latin America and Spain edited by Andrew L. Bell and Yolanda Molina-Gavilan Zoo City by Lauren Beukes Full Moon on the Reservation by Gloria Bird Noughts and Crosses by Mallory Blackman Servant of the Underworld by Aliette de Bodard Saga de los confines by Liliana Bodoc 2666 by Roberto Bolaño When the Rainbow Goddess Wept by Cecilia Manguerra Brainard Icon by Dwayne McDuffie and M. D. Bright King Maker by Maurice Broaddus The Knights of Breton Court by Maurice Broaddus Anything by Tobias Buckell Anything by Octavia Butler C 32 Candles by Ernessa Carter Sacred Games by Vikram Chandra Red Earth and Pouring Red by Vikram Chandra Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang Anything by Joyce Chng Radical Equations:  Civil Rights from Mississippi to the Algebra Project by Bob Moses and Charles Cobb Shadow Ops:  Control Point by Myke Cole The Hanging of Angelique by Afua Cooper White Talk by Chris Crutcher D Wolf at the Door by J. Damask Nervous Conditions by Tsitsi Dangarembga Breath, Eyes, Memory by Edwidge Danticat Mare’s War by Tanita S. Davis Anything by Samuel R. Delany Playing Indian by Philip Deloria Anything by Junot Diaz Black Candle:  Poems About Women from India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh by Chitra Divakaruni Acacia by David Anthony Durham Pride of Carthage by David Anthony Durham Anything by Tananarive Due E Perma Red by Debra Magpie Earling The Budayeen Series by George Alec Effinger Cold Magic by Kate Elliot Cold Fire by Kate Elliot Cold Steel by Kate Elliot The Honey Month by Amal El-Mohtar Blonde Roots by Bernardine Evaristo F Zero by Huang Fan The Wretched of the Earth by Franz Fanon Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad by Minister Faust Shrinking the Heroes by Minister Faust G The Gilda Stories by Jewelle Gomez The Kappa Child by Hiromi Goto Half-world by Hiromi Goto Tall Story by Candy Gourlay H Redwood and Wildfire by Andrea Hairston Mindscape by Andrea Hairston The Ben January Series by Barbara Hambly When Dreams Travel by Githa Hariharan Girl, Overboard by Justina Chen Headley Girl Overboard by Justina Chen Headley Born Confused by Tanuja Desai Hidier Changing by Lily Hoang Cortez on Jupiter by Ernest Hogan Smoking Mirror Blues by Ernest Hogan Mean Spirit by Linda Hogan Anything by M. C. A. Hogarth Anything by Nalo Hopkinson So Long Been Dreaming:  Postcolonial Science Fiction and Fantasy edited by Nalo Hopkinson and Uppinder Mehan The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini God’s War by Kameron Hurley I Whale Rider by Witi Ihimaera Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro J Anything by Brenda Jackson The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N. K. Jemisin The Killing Moon by N. K. Jemisin Mona in the Promised Land by Gish Jen Red Moonshine by Alaya Dawn Johnson Smoketown by Tenea Johnson Some Prefer Nettles by Tanizaki Junichiro The Makioka Sisters by Tanizaki Junichiro K Atlas:  The Archaeology of an Imaginary City by Dung Kai-Cheung Good Luck Yukikaze by Chohei Kambayashi Yukikaze by Chouhei Kambayashi Polar City Blues by Katharine Kerr SNARE by Katharine Kerr Amulet by Kazu Kibuishi Green Grass, Running Water by Thomas King Warrior Woman by Maxine Hong Kingston Transmission by Hari Kunzru L The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri Salt Fish Girl by Larissa Lai Inside Out and Back Again by Thanhha Lai Sightseeing by Rattawut Lapcharoensap Liar by Justine Larbarlastier The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle Lucretia and the Kroons by Victor LaValle The Earthsea Series by Ursula K. LeGuin Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin Night, Again by Dinh Linh Ash by Malinda Lo Huntress by Malinda Lo Adaptation by Malinda Lo Redemption in Indigo by Karen Lord M The Crusades Through Arab Eyes by Amin Maalouf Anything by Naguib Mahfouz The Dragon and the Stars edited by Derwin Mak and Eric Choi Fire Logic by Laurie J. Marks Anything by Gabriel Garcia Marquez Snakes and Ladders by Gita Mehta Shine, Coconut Moon by Neesha Meminger Red Spider White Web

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Crowdfunding: The Last Day to Help!

Today’s the last day to donate to my crowdfunding venture and get a bunch of free stuff in the process (free fiction, more free fiction, and amusing ways to torture me).  If you can spare a few bucks, please consider sending it my way.  You can do that by using the little widget on the side.  Further details about perks and all that jazz can be found here.  Or you can simply ignore all of that and send donations straight to my Paypal:  arconna[at]yahoo[dot]com. I’m enormously grateful to everyone who has donated thus far.  You are simply wonderful.  Thus far, I’ve handed out a whole bunch of personalized ebooks and given dictatorship powers for the Torture Cinema feature of The Skiffy and Fanty Show to a handful of folks.  Pretty much everyone who got an ebook says they love their special alt-hist introduction, which makes me happy indeed.  However, I won’t pretend to be enthused by all the crappy films I will have to watch… Thanks to all that have helped by giving or spreading the word.  Whatever happens today, I’ll at least be closer to getting a new laptop without having to go further into debt. Now back to your regular programming…

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The Weird Tales / Save the Pearls Fiasco: Preliminary Reactions

(Disclaimer:  This post is a preliminary reaction.  I have not read the novel in question and can only respond to what others have said about it.  As such, what follows will not be based on what I know about the book itself, but rather a series of curiosities and questions that I suspect will be answered later this week.  An educated reaction will follow. Note:  I am collecting links to other responses at the bottom. Note 2:  The original Weird Tales post has been taken down.  An apology has been put in its place. Note 3:  Some new details have surfaced.  You can find my update here.) Twitter was in a rage this morning about this Weird Tales announcement involving the publication of the first chapter of Victoria Foyt’s Saving the Pearls:  Revealing Eden.  Authors/bloggers N. K. Jemisin, Celine Kiernan, Martha Wells, Nick Mamatas were among the most vocal hitters, decrying the selection as, at best, a phenomenally stupid choice of publication and, at worst, a throwback to the racism that might have made Lovecraft proud. If you’re not familiar with Saving the Pearls, then you’re not alone.  I am writing this post from a position of profound ignorance, having only read reviews of Foyt’s novel, and not the novel itself (such as this review or the numerous reviews on the Amazon page). What many seem most bothered by is Foyt’s portrayal of a reverse-racist society which uses blackface to make its supposedly anti-racist point (a historically derogatory practice originally used by whites to stereotype and denigrate blacks — the white-race-glorification film, Birth of a Nation, for example, used blackface in order to portray black males as sexual “beasts,” which, as it turns out, is another stereotype that Foyt, according to reviews, unsuccessfully “turns on its head”).  Coming from the outside, my first reactions were along these lines: Is it possible to reverse blackface without running into the problem of racist history?  In other words, can one take the history of making blacks feel inferior because they are “too dark” and reverse it so whites must now darken in order to “fit in”?  I’m thinking of a reversal of George Schuyler’s Black No More (a novel I am teaching this semester). What is the narrative context for the use of “pearls” to refer to whites and “coals” to refer to blacks?  Since the novel is a dystopia, is it possible these terms actually mean something very different in that world?  I wonder if (one, again, coming from not having read the book) perhaps coal has become a scarce, important resource, thus providing an added value to something we traditionally think of as prevalent and cheap (dirty, etc.). Why is it that whenever we have discussions about these very issues, there are a sea of loud-mouthed people proclaiming that there is no such thing as racism against whites, followed by condescending ad hominem attacks against anyone who suggests otherwise?  (I’m not referring to anyone named in this post.)  Racism is not colorblind.  Some white people are targets of racism.  The difference, as I see it, is a matter of degree and a matter of institution.  That is that whites are rarely targeted by the institutions around them, and only uncommonly the target of racist ideas from other “racial” groups.  Perhaps it’s a question of power dynamics? How many people coming into this discussion are screaming because they’ve already been tainted by other reactions?  Some folks who have chimed in seem to have read the book after reading or agreeing with people who hate it.  Is it possible that some of us are so emotionally driven against racism that we get trapped into knee-jerk-ism whenever something that appears to be racist shows its face? Now, I could be wrong about all of these reactions.  We’ll see.  I’ve said on Twitter that I will try to read the book, in part because I don’t want to offer a proper opinion on all this without knowing what I’m talking about (something some people will do in typical knee-jerk fashion).  That doesn’t mean, however, that the Weird Tales post deserves to be ignored. The book in question… I say all of this knowing that there are all kinds of red flags in the Weird Tales post.  Take, for example, the title:  “A Thoroughly Non-Racist Book.”  If it’s a thoroughly non-racist book, then why the insane overcompensation in the title?  Even my hackles were raised when I saw that title.  Or even Kaye’s need to reject the negative reviews on Amazon by saying “this is America and they have the right to express their opinion(s)” makes you wonder at which point he would acknowledge a negative review as intellectually valid.  Or if you disagree with a review, does that immediately mean it is only valid as “free speech”?   But perhaps what most concerns me is the level of condescension Kaye lobs at detractors of Foyt’s story.  Kaye says that it will be “very clear to anyone with an appreciation for irony” that the book is not racist, but an attack on racism itself.  Typically, one means satire, not irony; likewise, when one says “folks who are X will get it,” you’re essentially discounting the validity of contrary opinions.  The clincher, though, is this: The blessing is to wish they acquire sufficient wit, wisdom and depth of literary analysis to understand what they read, and also the compassion not to attack others merely because they hold a different opinion.  The curse is an integral part of the blessing…for if they do acquire those virtues, they will then necessarily look at their own behaviour, and be thoroughly ashamed. You’re right.  Because only people with insufficient wit, wisdom, and depth of literary analysis will not like Save the Pearls.  Only people without compassion could find something wrong with Foyt’s novel.  Because only becoming “like you,” oh Mr. Compassionate, Witty, Wisdom-filled, Literary Analysis Guru, can we fully comprehend the great wonders of the universe contained within Foyt’s novel.  And

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Captain America Talks About Some Guy’s Stupid Project

My good friend, Ghetto Captain America, decided to make a video about my Fund-a-Laptop project. You can find the details about the crowdfunding project (how to help, etc.) here. Thanks to +Alison Marlowe +John Ward +Edison Crux +Patrick Thunstrom +Nalo Hopkinson +Mike Reeves-McMillan +Stina Leicht +Brent Bowen +Eric James Stone +Adam Callaway +Dirk Reul Hallie O’Donovan Benjamin Kissell +Jennifer Barth!

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Larry’s Silly Survey of Silly

Over at OF Blog of the Fallen, Larry has put up a bunch of seemingly random and bizarre questions for folks to answer.  The following are my equally silly responses: 1.  Do you believe that global warming could be ameliorated if there were more pirates in the world? Unfortunately, no.  Because pirates have a tendency to burn things — such as boats and makeshift cigarettes and small coastal towns ripe for the picking — they contribute at least 50 times the amount of atmospheric pollutants as all volcanoes combined.  In truth, to stop global warming, we would have to systematically hunt down and imprison all pirates.  I’m told the Federated League of Ninjas is waiting for the call… 2.  What is the last book you read and would you recommend it to a hobo who likes to speak in alliterations? Libidinal Economy by Jean-Francois Lyotard.  And, no, I would not recommend it to an alliterating hobo, as to do so would constitute a violation of the Violence Against Hobos Act of 1996. 3.  Which cartoon group, the Smurfs or the Care Bears, would most likely be condemned by “family” groups today? The Smurfs, obviously.  They look and act suspiciously like immigrants, and they’re always pestering Gargamel, who is nothing less than an honest businessman. 4.  Should there be more catfights among SF Fandom and/or authors? Yes.  In fact, I think SF needs to announce a state of emergency and immediately start an internal war to cull the unworthy from its masses.  There are too many people in this community who shouldn’t be here; we should do what we can to get rid of them, just like the Smurfs. 5.  When I finally decide to post a photo of myself here, should I go with a beret or just merely a scarf wrapped around my neck in a diffident manner? Oh, Larry, you should always go for a beret.  It is appropriately pretentious and, as the Internet has taught me, it makes it easy for people to dismiss you as nothing more than a Condescending Liberal Grad Student (even though you are nothing of the sort).  Or you could go for a scarf if you just want people to think you drink coffee… 6.  Does book porn make you think inappropriate literary thoughts? Yes.  I’m currently on trial for indecent acts with a book or book-like object.  This is the result of excessive amounts of images of book covers and people’s book collections, which are available all over the net…  Make sure to check your local laws to avoid landing you in prison for overlying enjoying book porn. 7.  If you have a Twitter account, how many literate squirrels do you follow on there? That I’m allowed to tell you about?  One.  But there are many others who wish to remain anonymous.  They work for the Ministry of Knowledge in the central government of Squirreltopia.  To tell you their names would jeopardize their missions… 8.  Which genre of books should I review more often:  pirates, westerns, ninjas, squirrels, Shatner? Shatner ninjas.  Duh! 9.  If you could get me to ask any question to any author, what would be the most inappropriate question that would come to mind and to which author would you want that question addressed? To China Mieville:  “Have you ever considered writing Hentai?” 10.  What was the best book that you ever read and ended up kicking across a room? I don’t kick books.  I molest them and occasionally sniff their pages, but I believe it a sin to physically harm books.  You can psychologically damage them, though. 11.  What is more erotic, the sound of pages turning or the smell of an old book’s binding? The latter.  But I’m weird.  As previously mentioned, I sniff books.  I sniff books a lot… That is all.

Book Reviews

Book Review: In the Lion’s Mouth by Michael Flynn

(Note:  This review was originally intended for publication, but certain professional and personal obligations prevented its completion.  My apologies for its lateness, but I could not sit on this version any longer.  Thanks to Abigail Nussbaum and others who viewed it in earlier incarnations.) Michael F. Flynn’s In the Lion’s Mouth is a space opera of the new variety, which is to say that it takes a genre that once stood for oversimplified adventure, sometimes of the Campbellian mode and redolent of the pulps, and infuses it with political intrigue and sociological awareness.  The planets that make up the novel’s empire have ceased to be spaces only of conquest, adventure, and wonder, and become contained worlds connected by a common but divergent history.  This is not to suggest that Flynn’s novel has abandoned the tropes of the adventure story, but that it brings a rigorous examination of the conditions of the empire in which that adventure occurs.  In the Lion’s Mouth is compelling not because of its adventure elements, but because it is at once an exploration of the inner workings of its network of worlds and an almost satirical play on the conventions of the old, pulpy space opera. In the Lion’s Mouth alternates between two stages of Ravn Olafsdottr’s journeys through the labyrinth of the Lion’s Mouth, the bureau that oversees an exceedingly efficient class of assassins known as the Shadows, which has begun splintering into competing factions.  The frame narrative concerns her attempts to convince a rival organization, the Hounds, to put their cards on the table of the civil war raging within the Lion’s Mouth.  This narrative also forms a clever stage upon which Ravn can demonstrate her manipulative talents as she relates another tale through flashback.  That second strand concerns an intimate of the one Hounds:  husband and father Donovan buigh.  Donovan, a former Shadow who had his mind split into multiple personalities by an as-yet-unknown agent, was, we learn, kidnapped by Ravn to fulfill, willingly or otherwise, a purpose in the war.  As the frame narrative cuts into Donovan’s story, we also learn that Ravn is up to much more than truce and explanation.  Rather, she’s up to something vaguely sinister. Flynn uses this structure to tell two unique tales of intrigue, both deeply political and both productive of an edge-of-your-seat reading experience that always has a surprise in store – even on the last page.  The frame narrative, far from being merely a stage for Flynn’s “story time,” has a hidden agenda of its own, which Ravn and the Hounds eventually unearth.  As Ravn remarks, in the heavy accent of Confederal, before embarking on the first piece of Donovan’s story:  “This will be a tell to tangle your strings, oon my word; but I will give it to you in my oon way and reveal things in their oon time.  Life is art, and must be artfully told, in noble deeds and fleshed in colors bold” (28).  Here one might find Flynn’s satirical play on space opera, forming an astonishing tale of Donovan’s and the Shadows’ extraordinary feats in the Lion’s Mouth through Ravn’s (admitted) flawed retelling of the events: “Tell me,” [Bridget, the Hound] says, “how you can know the thoughts of Donovan buigh, when I doubt even he knows them so well?” The Confederal [Ravn] smiles.  “You must grant me two things.  The first is many weeks of conversation between us, in which he may have revealed his mind to me.” “That would be quite a revelation as I understand things.  And second?” “And second, you must grant me some poetic license.”  (53-54) Should we take Ravn’s words as gospel, as Donovan’s daughter believes we should (“I think she tells the truth.  The Donovan she describes is a man I recognize.  If she has embellished his thoughts, she has not done so falsely” (55)), even if she fills in the gaps with her own “poetic” imaginings?  Or are the embellishments meant to distract us from the signs that something is amiss?  For Ravn, it seems, the myth is a means to an end, not the property of a particular body politic to retell the story of history.  In other words, the tropes of traditional space opera – the empire, the grand adventures, the loose attachments to actual mythological forms – are exposed by Ravn for their farcical nature:  they are little more than devices of empire, broadly speaking.  And for Ravn, that means it’s a device than can be retooled for different purposes, even to work against the established structures of power. In a way, In the Lion’s Mouth as new space opera is a response to Darko Suvin’s assertion that space opera is sub-literature – a literary form which has more in common with the elements of myth and fairy tales than with the literature of cognitive estrangement, inside of which he places science fiction.  Flynn, whether intending to or not, sets the stage for an internally rigorous re-imagining of the space opera (though certainly he is not alone in this endeavor).  This rigor is evident in a number of elements, but for the sake of space, I will only briefly discuss two:  language and the world. While dialects are not new to science fiction, Flynn puts language to a particular use:  manipulation.  Ravn’s centrality in the narrative, as already mentioned, provides an ambiguous reading of events, but so too does her language.  The consistency with which Flynn elaborates on Ravn’s accent is eventually made questionable by her intentional slippages:  “It is a rhetorical trick, this abrupt dropping of the hooting accent, but no less effective for that.  It freights her pronouncement with greater significance” (26).  If it isn’t clear by the 26th page that Ravn is a questionable figure, then the numerous slippages of language to follow and her dubious alliances should do the trick.  As much as the text is a performance, so too are the characters who are playing in it.  But Flynn never fully reveals

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