Poll: The Retro Nostalgia Film (#7) — Vote Time!
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If you haven’t already heart, Chinua Achebe passed away last Thursday (March 21st). While not a genre writer, Achebe various works have had a profound impact on English-language literature. He is probably best known for Things Fall Apart, which appears from time to time on American high school English curriculum. However, he also wrote four other novels, numerous short story and poetry collections, and a number of essays. If you’ve never read anything by him before, I recommend you do. My first introduction to his work was in a graduate-level course on African literature. And, as per usual, the work in question was Things Fall Apart. Since then, I’ve read short stories, poems, and other novels by Achebe. Most of them I have enjoyed immensely. He was a great writer, to say the least. And he will be missed immensely. You can read more about Achebe and his death here and here.
Two things: I am presenting at this year’s ICFA (International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts). That means I will be rather busy this week with, well, paper stuff, conference stuff, and stuff stuff. However, if you are attending ICFA and would like to get together, send me an email or leave a message or something. Should be fun! (FYI: I’m presenting a paper on the adaptation of Cloud Atlas. I’m also creating a list which will include that film. Mwahaha.) Due to #1 and to some PhD stuff I need to finish, I am putting the blog on a temporary hiatus. And I mean temporary. At most, I’ll post nothing new until the end of next week. However, I strongly suspect I’ll be back at my old games on Sunday or Monday. In any case, that means all the stuff I had planned to post this week is getting moved until later, including the Retro Nostalgia feature. I just don’t have the time to put my heart into it right now (PhD stuff, conference stuff, and teaching stuff = super busy Shaun). Again, this is temporary. I am not disappearing. This blog will fill up with my nonsense before the end of the month. Promise. And that’s that.
Apparently A.J. Dalton doesn’t care for J.R.R. Tolkien or George R.R. Martin. Here’s the moment when I stopped reading: They have both come to dominate the genre in which I write, that’s what. All fantasy gets compared to them. They are the standard. They are the definition of fantasy. Anything too different to them doesn’t get recognised as fantasy, as it doesn’t contain enough of the required motifs and conventions. Anyone who can make that argument with any seriousness has no idea what they are talking about. Really? Anything that doesn’t look like Martin or Tolkien isn’t considered fantasy anymore? Really? So apparently N.K. Jemisin doesn’t write fantasy. Good to know. Diana Rowland doesn’t write fantasy. Good to know. In fact, all those authors who are shelved in the fantasy section who aren’t writing anything that directly mimics Martin or Tolkien are just magically shelved in the wrong place in some grand conspiracy to get people to mistakenly believe they are fantasy writers…Huh? All fantasy doesn’t get compared to Martin or Tolkien, fella. That’s absurd. A lot of fantasy does, but not all. They are also not the definition of fantasy. Only a moron thinks that Martin or Tolkien are all that fantasy has to offer (or that the fantasy market only demands derivative work). Meh. —————————————————- Alright, so it’s not true that I stopped reading there. I decided to read a little more of his argument just so I could say I did so. And that’s when I discovered this: A quick example. I published Empire of the Saviours, an epic fantasy, with Gollancz last year. The book starts modestly enough with a boy growing up in a village in a remote corner of the empire in question. Several influential online reviewers refused to read it, saying they’d heard it all before, no matter the book’s purported humour and contemporary social and religious considerations. Hadn’t I heard how Mr Feist’s Magician and Mr Paolini’s Eragon opened with the selfsame premise, and besides weren’t they just versions of Bilbo in his burrow at the start of The Hobbit? An Australian newspaper then reviewed the book with the statement that Tolkien had ‘a lot to answer for’. Sheesh. Now it’s all starting to make sense. Dalton isn’t upset that Tolkien and Martin are the standards. He’s upset because someone thought he sort of wrote like them, and then refused to read his work. Author is sad or something. Makes sense, right? Wait, no it doesn’t. Dalton just said that you can’t write fantasy without writing like Martin and Tolkien. That’s the only way to get recognition. Now he’s saying that if you write like Martin and Tolkien, nobody will love you. Signals crossed, I guess. I get it. Tolkien and Martin do define much of the genre. That’s bad for diversity, since much of what readers of fantasy want is stuff similar to what they’ve already read. But let’s not pretend that fantasy is ONLY stuff that looks like Tolkien and Martin. Let’s not pretend that nobody reads anything that is different, or that people don’t read things that are similar. That’s absurd. Derivative fantasy exists. It sells. Different fantasy exists too. It sells too. This isn’t rocket science…
I’ve got nothing to say about Liz Bourke’s recent post on the topic in the title — at least, not right now (maybe later). However, I do think she’s raising a damned important question: why aren’t more male writers dealing with the sexual abuse/rape of male characters in epic fantasies (especially when the sexual abuse/rape of female characters is somewhat common)? Head on over and read what she’s got to say. That is all.
First, I’d like to request that nobody shoot me for this list. I know I left some stuff out. I know I missed things. Some of that is my fault, but I also blame it on a ridiculous work schedule (teaching five classes is insane). So, you know, don’t shoot me — do leave a comment, if you are so inclined. And on that note, here’s the finalized list: Best Novel In the Lion’s Mouth by Michael Flynn Lost Everything by Brian Francis Slattery Arctic Rising by Tobias S. Buckell And Blue Skies From Pain by Stina Leicht Ink by Sabrina Vourvoulias Best Novella Nothing (I just didn’t read enough stuff to justify nominating anything in this category) Best Novelette Nothing (same as above) Best Short Story “The Magic of Dark and Hollow Places” by Adam Callaway “Scattered Along the River of Heaven” by Aliette de Bodard “Immersion” by Aliette de Bodard “The Bookmaking Habits of Selected Species” by Ken Liu “The Performance Artist” by Lettie Prell Best Related Work StarTalk Radio w/ Neil deGrasse Tyson LabLit.com Steampunk 3 edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer (correction: Ann VanderMeer edited this on her own; my apologies for the mistake) Best Graphic Story Worm World Saga by Daniel Lieske Best Dramatic Presentation, Long Form Cloud Atlas The Avengers Chronicle Cabin in the Woods Skyfall Best Dramatic Presentation, Short Form “Blackwater” from Game of Thrones “The Ghost of Harrenhal” from Game of Thrones “Valar Morghulis” from Game of Thrones Best Editor, Short Form Andy Cox Sean Wallace Scott Andrews Best Editor, Long Form Liz Gorinsky Lee Harris Simon Spanton Best Professional Artist Stephan Martiniere Kekai Kotaki Daniel Dociu Min Yum Jonas Dero Best Fan Artist Pavel (artbypavel.com) Best Semi-Prozine Interzone Beneath Ceaseless Skies Shimmer Cross Genres Clarkesworld Best Fanzine The World SF Blog The Weird Fiction Review Best Fancast The Coode Street Podcast The Agony Column Best Fan Writer Liz Bourke Abigail Nussbaum N.K. Jemisin John H. Stevens Paul Weimer John W. Campbell Stina Leicht Myke Cole