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SandF Ep. #6.5 (Nihilism in Genre Fiction w/ Paul Genesse) is Live!

We’re back with another roundtable discussion!  Here’s the description: Fantasy author Paul Genesse joins us for a lively discussion about darkness and nihilism in science fiction and fantasy. We cover everything from the good vs. evil dichotomy, war, Game of Thrones, Steven Pinker, and much more!  Plus, Paul tells us a bit about his upcoming novel, the Crimson Pact series, and his deepest…darkest…secrets! Only two of those things are true… Download the episode and enjoy!

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Haul of Books 2.0: Books Received Vol. 6

It’s been a while for a Haul of Books feature, which means it’s time for catching up!  And that’s what this post is all about. What I want to know is: What have you purchased recently? Which books below most interest you? Here’s the list: Say You’re One of Them by Uwem Akpan (Little, Brown) Each story in this jubilantly acclaimed collection pays testament to the wisdom and resilience of children, even in the face of the most agonizing circumstances.   A family living in a makeshift shanty in urban Kenya scurries to find gifts of any kind for the impending Christmas holiday. A Rwandan girl relates her family’s struggles to maintain a facade of normalcy amid unspeakable acts. A young brother and sister cope with their uncle’s attempt to sell them into slavery. Aboard a bus filled with refugees—a microcosm of today’s Africa—a Muslim boy summons his faith to bear a treacherous ride across Nigeria. Through the eyes of childhood friends the emotional toll of religious conflict in Ethiopia becomes viscerally clear.   Uwem Akpan’s debut signals the arrival of a breathtakingly talented writer who gives a matter-of-fact reality to the most extreme circumstances in stories that are nothing short of transcendent. The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid (Harcourt) At a café table in Lahore, a bearded Pakistani man converses with an uneasy American stranger. As dusk deepens to night, he begins the tale that has brought them to this fateful encounter . . .  Changez is living an immigrant’s dream of America. At the top of his class at Princeton, he is snapped up by the elite valuation firm of Underwood Samson. He thrives on the energy of New York, and his budding romance with elegant, beautiful Erica promises entry into Manhattan society at the same exalted level once occupied by his own family back in Lahore.  But in the wake of september 11, Changez finds his position in his adopted city suddenly overturned, and his budding relationship with Erica eclipsed by the reawakened ghosts of her past. And Changez’s own identity is in seismic shift as well, unearthing allegiances more fundamental than money, power, and maybe even love. A Beautiful Place to Die by Malla Nunn (Washington Square Press) Award-winning screenwriter Malla Nunn delivers a stunning and darkly romantic crime novel set in 1950s apartheid South Africa, featuring Detective Emmanuel Cooper — a man caught up in a time and place where racial tensions and the raw hunger for power make life very dangerous indeed.  In a morally complex tale rich with authenticity, Nunn takes readers to Jacob’s Rest, a tiny town on the border between South Africa and Mozambique. It is 1952, and new apartheid laws have recently gone into effect, dividing a nation into black and white while supposedly healing the political rifts between the Afrikaners and the English. Tensions simmer as the fault line between the oppressed and the oppressors cuts deeper, but it’s not until an Afrikaner police officer is found dead that emotions more dangerous than anyone thought possible boil to the surface.  When Detective Emmanuel Cooper, an Englishman, begins investigating the murder, his mission is preempted by the powerful police Security Branch, who are dedicated to their campaign to flush out black communist radicals. But Detective Cooper isn’t interested in political expediency and has never been one for making friends. He may be modest, but he radiates intelligence and certainly won’t be getting on his knees before those in power. Instead, he strikes out on his own, following a trail of clues that lead him to uncover a shocking forbidden love and the imperfect life of Captain Pretorius, a man whose relationships with the black and coloured residents of the town he ruled were more complicated and more human than anyone could have imagined.  The first in her Detective Emmanuel Cooper series, A Beautiful Place to Die marks the debut of a talented writer who reads like a brilliant combination of Raymond Chandler and Graham Greene. It is a tale of murder, passion, corruption, and the corrosive double standard that defined an apartheid nation. Modem Times 2.0 by Michael Moorcock (PM Press) Jerry Cornelius—Michael Moorcock’s fictional audacious assassin, rockstar, chronospy, and possible Messiah—is featured in the first of two stories in this fifth installment of the Outspoken Author series. Previously unpublished, the first story is an odyssey through time from London in the 1960s to America during the years following Barack Obama’s presidency. The second piece is a political, confrontational, comical, nonfiction tale in the style of Jonathan Swift and George Orwell. An interview with the author rounds out this biting, satirical, sci-fi collection. 44 Scotland Street by Alexander McCall Smith (Abacus) Welcome to 44 Scotland Street, home to some of Edinburgh’s most colorful characters. There’s Pat, a twenty-year-old who has recently moved into a flat with Bruce, an athletic young man with a keen awareness of his own appearance. Their neighbor, Domenica, is an eccentric and insightful widow. In the flat below are Irene and her appealing son Bertie, who is the victim of his mother’s desire for him to learn the saxophone and italian–all at the tender age of five.  Love triangles, a lost painting, intriguing new friends, and an encounter with a famous Scottish crime writer are just a few of the ingredients that add to this delightful and witty portrait of Edinburgh society, which was first published as a serial in The Scotsman newspaper. The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency (Anchor Books) Meet Mma Ramotswe, the endearing, engaging, simply irresistible proprietress of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, the first and only detective agency in Botswana. With persistent observation, gentle intuition, and a keen desire to help people with the problems of their lives, she solves mysteries great and small for friends and strangers alike. Heart of a Dog by Mikhail Bulgakov (Grove Press) From the author of MASTER AND MARGARITA, BLACK SNOW and DIABOLIAD, a novel which features a Moscow professor who befriends a stray dog and transplants

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Giveaway Winners for David Chandler’s Ancient Blades Trilogy!

And the winners for the first two books in the series are: Kevin and shadowflame1974. The winner for the full trilogy is: booksandboston! Congratulations to everyone!  You should get an email from me shortly for your addresses. Edit:  Kevin needs to contact me because I have no email address for him.  arconna[at]yahoo[dot]com.  Thanks!

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Nihilism and Genre: Some Random Thoughts

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the issue of nihilism/darkness in genre fiction.  This post will come off as a kind of random exploration of things swimming around in my head. Some seem to think that we live in a world that is far more nihilistic and dark than any other moment in the past.  To some extent, that might be true, particularly if you pick and choose which years you use to make the comparison.  But reality doesn’t hold up well to pick-and-choose methods.  While the present is certainly beset with death, destruction, and violent rhetoric, the same could be said of almost every other moment in our history.  The difference, perhaps, has to do with where those elements are directed. (Note:  by nihilism, I am referring to the form I think most imagine when they say “nihilism.”  That is that morality is not innate to human beings, but a product of our cultural constructions.  In other words, morality is artificial, not natural.  There are plenty of other camps of nihilism, but I make the assumption that people who name “nihilism” do so with morality in mind.) The 50s are often cited as the best years in America by cultural purists; but to make that argument, you have to ignore the rampant levels of sexism and racism, which permeated every level of contemporary 50s culture.  Toss in a few wars, famines, McCarthyism, and other disturbing events and you end up with an era which looks nice for a select cast of individuals living in a select group of nations.  (I make the assumption that few would say the 20s, 30s, and 40s were amazing years for everyone, what with the aftereffects of WWI, the Great Depression, WW2, and so on). If we move to the 60s, what we end up with is an era that, once more, doesn’t look that great.  The Civil Rights Movement was important, but the era was home to some of the worst violent rhetoric we have ever seen, directed at one group of people for pointless reasons.  Then you had the Vietnam Conflict, which bled into the 70s, and numerous other problems the world over.  And let’s not forget the Apartheid government of South Africa, who were playing the racism game in a way that would make the 50s and 60s in America look like a picnic. The point is that there are always wars and conflicts.  There are always battles of ideology.  There is always suffering.  But ultimately, the world gets slightly better every decade.  Usually.  There are fewer conflicts today than ever before, even if America is losing its bloody mind and tearing itself apart from the inside (a product of intolerant people driven by intolerant ideology who refuse to admit to their intolerant nature).  We may be in a bit of a rut right now, but we’re all human beings…and we always come out on top.  Eventually.  We’re notoriously good at survival and progress, even if we’re slow as molasses at it. These developments show something unique about the human species:  that our moral frameworks change and adjust over time.  Men thought it moral to deny women basic American rights, but eventually changed their tune (for the most part).  Whites saw blacks as inferior and wanted to exclude them from white culture, but good people rose up and fought against that racist ideology, leaving us a better world (though racism still exists).  And now the tide of public opinion is changing in favor to gays and lesbians; the push against them stems from a kind of re-imagined racist ideology as anti-contamination narrative driven primarily through narrow-minded and contaminating religious interpretation.  A mouthful, for sure. But things are getting better, and the people who don’t see it are either too focused on this single moment of terror or on their own ideological view of the world, in which change constitutes wickedness. What does all of this have to do with genre fiction? A few have talked about the nihilistic feel of fantasy and science fiction in recent decades.  The good and evil dichotomies, we are told, have disappeared, or been complicated by the dismembering of moral objectivism/naturalism (i.e., through moral nihilism and relativism).  Similarly, we are told that because fiction is a reflection of our time, genre fiction is unreasonably dark. But I don’t buy into either of these ideas.  There have always been optimistic genre stories with clearly-defined sides of good and evil.  True, many of those stories are found on our TV or movie screens instead of on our pages (depending on what you read), but the idea that nihilism, in its moral form, and fiction-as-reflection-of-the-present have done something negative for literature or society seems specious.  When we break down the moral boundaries of our ideologies and start to look at how people are shaped by culture, I think we start to come out of the darkness of ideological purity.  That is that we come to understand one another as members of the same species. Our fiction, I think, reflects this process of developmental understanding more so than it reflects the results (in its intentions, insofar as those can be determined).  I wouldn’t be surprised, for example, to see stories in our near future dealing with allegories of the current forms of racism (the West vs. the Middle East).  And those explorations will run the gamut of types:  propaganda for, propaganda against, and deep exploration of both sides.  And reading fiction that deals with these issues helps train us. Those kinds of explorations are good for us.  We need them in order to progress.  Because our literature and our films are gateways to developing a better world, to making us think about where we are and where we really ought to be — in the pragmatic utopianism sense.  Genre fiction is a part of that process.  A great and glorious process of change.  I’d even argue that the nature of good and evil in fiction for young people,

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Guest Post: The Polarization of Genre Fiction by David Chandler

(Don’t forget to enter here for a chance to win one of three sets of David Chandler’s books.) When I was maybe ten years old I asked myself whether I preferred science fiction novels or fantasy novels.  My eventual decision was that I should prefer SF, since some day I might live on the moon, while I knew I was never going to see a real dragon. Don’t judge.  It was the seventies, and we had a space program back then. It was a weighty decision that took all of a lazy summer afternoon lying in a hammock in my back yard, listening to the swelling mechanical sound of the crickets all around me.  When I’d made up my mind, I nodded quite seriously to myself, and got back to the important business of reading. Books were everything to me back then (they still are, but in a different way).  I read everything I could get my hands on, anything remotely related to genre.  I tried for a couple of days to stick to just science fiction, but by the end of that summer I had probably read all of Thomas Covenant and C.S. Lewis and re-read the Hobbit, too. You see, back then, despite my ten year old dilemma, there was no real need to make a choice.  You could have your fantasy and your science fiction and Stephen King and the more promising mysteries your mom checked out of the library, too.  You could have weird conspiracy books like the Illuminatus Trilogy, and bizarre hybrids like A Princess of Mars.  The big distinction between “genre” and “mainstream” was the only dividing line.  I had no interest in reading about alcoholic college professors contemplating their failed marriages.  I wanted adventure, and flashing swords (light-sabers or cavalry sabers, it was all the same) and desperate chases across dead sea bottoms on distant planets.  I wanted every story anyone wanted to tell. So why, in the 21st century, is that kind of broad reading no longer possible? Genre readers have split into camps.  Science fiction fans, especially those “hard SF” types, turn up their noses at anything resembling a magic sword… though variable swords with monomolecular blades are just fine.  And the devotees of Low Fantasy (who can tell you, at length, the difference between their genre and Swords and Sorcery) laugh and point fingers at those “skiffy” types who need a graphic calculator to make sense of their favorite books.  Don’t even get me started on what the horror enthusiasts think of you.  It isn’t very nice. But good God, why?  Why, when we’re already marginalized by the mainstream, disrespected by the press, and treated like overgrown children because we enjoy the sense of wonder, do we divide ourselves even further?  Why do we feel such a need to stratify our own in-group? Part of the reason is that, well, we won.  Nerd Culture is suddenly cool (well, sort of) and we don’t have to hide our fandom anymore.  But in the process we lost something.  We used to be members of a despised but unified subculture, a secret society who shared common interests.  Now we’re the same as fans of Country and Western music, or Metalheads, or Foodies.  The wider culture has come to accept a little more weirdness and that’s a good thing… but it means we aren’t special anymore.  It means when we run into each other in chat rooms or at conventions, we don’t automatically know we’re among the like-minded.  A rabid Star Trek fan you meet online could also be your school’s head cheerleader, for goodness’ sake.  So there’s no need for solidarity, and, as a result, we don’t stick together. But another part of the problem is that the subgenres have become too robust.  Fandoms, like species, diverge as they evolve.  There was a time when Science Fiction was about bug-eyed monsters and starships, and that made sense to someone who was into elves and dragons.  As the genres grew more sophisticated, though, they became less alike.  Now science fiction is about singularities and server farms, while fantasy is concerned more with Vikings and complicated magic systems.  Even worse, fantasy has evolved to become more character-driven and generational, while science fiction has become the new Literature of Ideas and Naturalistic, borrowing from Post-Modernism while fantasy subsumed Magical Realism.  That’s hardly something to complain about.  Genre books today are a lot more sophisticated and enjoyable for a graying audience than they were thirty years ago.  The genres have grown up.  My father’s favorite joke used to be that the Golden Age of science fiction was thirteen.  That’s not true anymore.  But it does make it difficult for the subgenres to cross-pollinate. Which is, in the end, why this kind of polarization is a problem. The great genre writers of previous generations saw no real distinction between science fiction and fantasy.  They were modes, tropes that you employed because they fit a given story better, but they were happy to jump from one genre to another without worrying what their fans might think.  Even a great of hard sf like Larry Niven would occasionally delve into fantasy (though usually with a smirk), while an incredible fantasy writer like Glen Cook could spend decades noodling on science fiction empire stories.  That just doesn’t happen anymore.  Richard K. Morgan and Terry Pratchett keep trying.  And they’re really good at it… but the fans greet their efforts with a polite nod and a pat on the back at best.  And that really is a problem.  Both science fiction and fantasy grew from the fertile soil of planetary romance (I’m simplifying history, I know, but the point is valid)—John Carter of Mars gave us both Conan the Cimmerian and Flash Gordon, and they begat all the heroes and villains we love today regardless of what side of the aisle we choose.  When we specialize our interests, though, we lose that link to the past.  We also lose the more

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Hello Readers (from places other than the U.S. and U.K.)

Once in a while, I check my audience statistics to see where people who read this blog are from.  The usual four are always high on the list (U.S., U.K., Canada, and Germany), but sometimes there are a few new additions that make me giddy.  Don’t get me wrong:  I love all you Americans, Brits, Canadians and Germans!  You’re truly wonderful and I thank you for reading.  But sometimes it’s wonderful to see people from elsewhere reading this weird project of mine. With that in mind, I would like to say a hearty American hello to all the readers from the following countries: The Netherlands Brazil Russia Australia India France The Philippines Hong Kong Thailand Hello!  Feel free to come out of the shadows and introduce yourselves!

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