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Weird Tales: The Editorial Fiasco

There’s something troublesome about what is going on with Weird Tales.  Yesterday, Ann VanderMeer, the current-(no-longer)-editor of the magazine posted an announcement that she would not longer be editor.  More disturbing was the news that Weird Tales had been sold to another editor who seems to have purchased it in order to edit it himself (this fellow being Marvin Kaye).  The entire staff has been dropped, without much in the way of warning or transition.  Poof.  Done.  Over.  I’m sure there was something going on behind the scenes that we don’t know, but it doesn’t seem all that relevant when you consider the lack of professionalism going on here. To add insult to injury, apparently the first thing Kaye intends to do is launch a Cthulu-themed issue of Weird Tales, taking the magazine backwards many decades.  It’s almost as if they don’t care what Ann did for Weird Tales — dragging it out of the shadows of its past.  To be honest, I find myself agreeing with much of what Jason Sanford has already said on this issue: Which brings me back to what I mentioned earlier about Ann’s vision. Without a strong editorial vision a magazine can easily founder in the marketplace. Unfortunately, my take on Kaye’s vision, which is based on the type of stories he’s published in his anthologies over the years, is of someone in love with storytelling as it used to exist. The fact that his first issue as editor of Weird Tales will be “Cthulhu-themed” supports this view. I’m not alone in this thinking. On Twitter, John Joseph Adams was asked what he knew about Kaye and replied “Not much, but I would expect WT to revert to the magazine it was 30-40 years ago.” Warren Ellis echoed this by saying that Kaye is “clearly very retro in his tastes.” I simply don’t get why we need more Cthulu stuff.  There are so many anthologies already out there, and more hitting shelves every day.  I get that Cthulu is fun and classic, but isn’t the point of Weird Tales as it currently stands to get beyond rehashes of Lovecraftian thematics into other visions of the weird, macabre, bizarre, and downright strange?  And isn’t going back to Lovecraft and Cthulu and all these classic forms of horror and weirdness taking things in the wrong direction? It seems, to me, like a mighty dickish move.  I don’t know Kaye, so perhaps he has good intentions and things got out of control.  But a lot of readers of Weird Tales are already talking about cancelling their subscriptions and many others are practically in boycott mode.  If the last few years have taught us anything about the genre community, it doesn’t like it when someone else takes a dump on someone they like, even if the perception itself is inaccurate.  We just don’t like it. I guess this is farewell.  Sad, but true.  Ann will be greatly missed.  Maybe she’ll start a Weird magazine of her own one day.  That would be mighty cool, no?  (Hint hint to any company wanting to start a magazine and in need of a staff…) ——————————- P.S.:  I linked to Jeff VanderMeer’s blog primarily because I don’t know how long Ann’s post will remain up on Weird Tales considering how dickish it makes Kaye’s move seem. You all might also be interested in Warren Ellis’ take.

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WISB Podcast: Triple My Embarrassment By Picking a Third Dance

I’ve already apologized for putting off a lot of things I promised.  One of those things was the dance(s) I said I’d do if I reached my funding goal (over a month ago).  Since I met that goal, I’m required to provide a video of me performing Peanut Butter Jelly Time and the Truffle Shuffle.  But then my laptop died, taking with it my webcam and my only method for making those videos… That barrier has now been solved.  I went ahead and bought one from the store.  It’s a pretty good one, too (for the money).  Which leads me to the point of this post: In order to “pay you all back” for making you wait so extraordinarily long for an embarrassing video, I’ve decided to let you all select a third dance for me to do on camera.  It can be anything, so long as I can reasonably do it (or look funny trying) and it’s not vulgar (sorry, I’m not taking my pants off or anything like that). What would you have me do?

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Video Found: “The Doctor and I” w/ John Barrowman (Wicked)

I’m stealing this from SF Signal because I know my sister needs to see it.  She’s not a Doctor Who fan (in part because she’s a mutant from another galaxy), but if this doesn’t convince her that Doctor Who is the greatest science fiction TV show still running (poor BSG is no longer with us, after all), then I don’t know what will. Enjoy! P.S.:  To my sister — if you don’t enjoy this, we will no longer be siblings.  I will disown you like an evil overlord disowns his henchmen.  That means I’ll send you to your untimely death knowing full well you can’t defeat the good guy.  Or something like that…

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An Addendum: The 2011 Hugos

Eileen Gunn was kind enough to put me in my place on Google+ last night.  And let’s face it, after a lot of what I said about categories I know nothing about, nor, obviously, have any connection to, I really should have taken my shoe out of my mouth and found a better place for it (or found a better use for my mouth?).  Ms. Gunn noted that I could bypass those categories rather than (and I’m paraphrasing and adding extra words here) malign them because of my lack of interest. And that’s what I’m going to do, because it’s really not all that fair to the folks who are nominated in those categories.  In fact, I have nothing against fan artists or anything of the sort.  I don’t really have anything against fanzines in the old PDF format either.  I just don’t “get” them, which seems to me to be a problem I should try to understand. Why don’t I “get” fanzines and why do I feel like I’m so out of touch with whatever is going on in these various categories?  Is it because I can’t attend many of the major conventions in my field (though I’ve been to small ones and anime conventions in the past; I simply can’t afford to attend Worldcon, and it would be a stretch to afford Dragoncon and maintain my academic “career”)? I don’t know who reads this blog in terms of fan engagement.  Maybe most of you are of the more “academic” side of things, for lack of a better word.  But I would like to know how people come to love fanzines or fan artists (or discover them before they show up on a Hugo nominee list).  Are there forums I don’t hang out in?  Are these things discovered at conventions or through secret club meetings in a dungeon?  And why do you love them?  What about The Drink Tank or File 770 or what have you compels you to read? I’ll shut up now, foot covered in drool…

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The Haul of Books 2.0: Books Received Vol. 4

Time for another edition of the Haul of Books!  I’m almost caught up now, but will have to do another edition soon to account for all the books that magically showed up on my door recently. Feel free to let me know what books you got in the mail in the comments. Here goes (after the fold): Mirror Maze by Michaele Jordan (Pyr) This is a stunning debut novel filled with ghoulish mysteries, romance and adventure. Jacob Aldridge is still utterly devastated by the death of his fiancee when he suddenly encounters her doppelganger. Livia Aram’s uncanny resemblance to the late Rhoda Carothers so transcends coincidence that Jacob becomes obsessed with her. The intensity of his passion terrifies her until her compassion is roused by his desperate plight. A demon is stalking him, a succubus-like entity that feeds on human pain and desire. With the help of Jacob’s sister, Cecily, and Livia’s guardian, the mysterious Dr. Chang, can they overcome the demon before all is lost? My Life as a White Trash Zombie by Diana Rowland (DAW) Teenage delinquent Angel Crawford lives with her redneck father in the swamps of southern Louisiana. She’s a high school dropout, addicted to drugs and alcohol, and has a police record a mile long. But when she’s made into a zombie after a car crash, her addictions disappear, except for her all-consuming need to stay “alive”… The Houses of Time by Jamil Nasir (Tor) David Grant has a singular talent–he can affect the course of his dreams. Quite by chance, he discovers the existence of the Trans-Humanist Institute and their lucid dreaming lessons. He discovers that under the tutelage of Dr. Thotmoses he has more control over his dreams. However, his talent soon runs away with him and he visits dreamplaces while awake. The waking world and the dreaming world collide. Grant ends up sedated in a hellish mental institution . . . but escapes through his lucid dreams, which he is beginning to control–though the control is far from perfect. Grant discovers, to his horror, that Dr. Thotmoses belongs to the Caucasus Synod Western Orthodox Church, and that they have been grooming him because of his fantastic dreaming talents. Only someone with his talent at manipulating reality and dream can bring their prayer to the Divine Presence in the universe. Many have tried this journey, few have succeeded. Those who have returned successful are rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. Shining at the Bottom of the Sea by Stephen Marche (Riverhead Books) Shining at the Bottom of the Sea is a vibrant evocation of a fictional country, Sanjania—from the birth pangs of its first settlers and their hardy vernacular, to its revolutionary years, and all the way to the present diaspora—all told through Stephen Marche’s innovative and accomplished writing style. Down the Mysterly River by Bill Willingham (Starscape) Down the Mysterly River is the children’s book debut of Bill Willingham, the creator of the #1 New York Times bestselling graphic novel series Fables. Complete with illustrations by Fables artist Mark Buckingham, it is a spirited, highly original tale of adventure, suspense, and everlasting friendship. Max “the Wolf” is a top notch Boy Scout, an expert at orienteering and a master of being prepared. So it is a little odd that he suddenly finds himself, with no recollection of his immediate past, lost in an unfamiliar wood. Even odder still, he encounters a badger named Banderbrock, a black bear named Walden, and McTavish the Monster (who might also be an old barn cat)—all of whom talk—and who are as clueless as Max. Before long, Max and his friends are on the run from a relentless group of hunters and their deadly hounds. Armed with powerful blue swords and known as the Blue Cutters, these hunters capture and change the very essence of their prey. For what purpose, Max can’t guess. But unless he can solve the mystery of the strange forested world he’s landed in, Max may find himself and his friends changed beyond recognition, lost in a lost world… The Immorality Engine by George Mann (Tor) On the surface, life is going well for Victorian special agent Sir Maurice Newbury, who has brilliantly solved several nigh-impossible cases for Queen Victoria with his indomitable assistant, Miss Veronica Hobbes, by his side. But these facts haven’t stopped Newbury from succumbing increasingly frequently to his dire flirtation with the lure of opium. His addiction is fueled in part by his ill-gotten knowledge of Veronica’s secret relationship with the queen, which Newbury fears must be some kind of betrayal. Veronica, consumed by worry and care for her prophetic but physically fragile sister Amelia, has no idea that she is a catalyst for Newbury’s steadily worsening condition. Veronica and Newbury’s dear friend Bainbridge, the Chief Investigator at Scotland Yard, tries to cover for him as much as possible, but when the body of a well known criminal turns up, Bainbridge and Veronica track Newbury down in an opium den and drag him out to help them with the case. The body is clearly, irrefutably, that of the man in question, but shortly after his body is brought to the morgue, a crime is discovered that bears all the dead man’s hallmarks. Bainbridge and Veronica fear someone is committing copycat crimes, but Newbury is not sure. Somehow, the details are too perfect for it to be the work of a copycat. But how can a dead man commit a crime? The Damned Busters by Matthew Hughes (Angry Robot) A hilariously demonic romp through Hell and Back. When mild-mannered actuary Chesney Artstruther accidentally summons a demon and refuses to sell his soul, Hell goes on strike – but with no demons to tempt mankind, the world slows down. No temptation means no ambition, and no drive – the world’s manufacturing and agriculture suffers, and something must be done! Chesney agrees to help, but in return he wants to be a superhero with a demonic sidekick! Hellhole by Brian Herbert and

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