(1) BREAKING IT DOWN. Damien G. Walter contemplates “Systems fiction: a novel way to think about the present” in The Guardian.
Weirdly enough, science fiction is not the best lens through which to examine science fiction. In the 80s, critic Tom LeClair came up with an alternative category for all the weird literary novels that veered into speculative territory: the systems novel. These books pick apart how the systems that keep society chugging along work: politics, economics, sex and gender dynamics, science, ideologies – all can be explored through fiction, especially experimental fiction. LeClair applied this tag specifically to Don DeLillo, but it can be expanded more widely: think Thomas Pynchon, Margaret Atwood, David Foster Wallace, Jonathan Franzen, Jennifer Egan and Umberto Eco, among others….
“The future is here,” William Gibson famously said. “It’s just not evenly distributed.” And in these difficult times, the visionary possibilities of the systems novel can be comforting. When we’re in the capable hands of guides like Atwood, DeLillo and Robinson, these novels can be a profound reminder of human progress and potential. In the wake of the EU result, and ahead of the US elections, if you are feeling at all unsettled about the future – go read these books today.
(2) POST-BREXIT FASHION. Jim Mowatt’s FB page displayed a “Don’t Blame Me, I Voted Remain” t-shirt, and I made an idle joke that the marathon runner should really be wearing a different slogan – which Alison Scott immediately made available (or that’s the impression I got).
(3) WHAT’S UP WITH SFWA. Episode 3 of the SFWA Chat Hour features SFWA Board Members Jennifer Brozek and Matthew Johnson, CFO Bud Sparhawk, and President Cat Rambo.
Includes discussion of what the criteria for game writers will be like and when they’ll go out (hint: soon!). Also the usual books we like, writing advice, reports on the Locus Weekend, Stokercon and Origins, and ice cream vs. sherbet, in which we unanimously vote for ice cream.
(4) CAMESTROS FELAPTON. When not busily engaged arm-wrestling with Vox Day about their IQs, Camestros turns his talents to the visual arts.
Star Warl….us https://t.co/WrHyGjNu6w pic.twitter.com/6jN2gW6k6A
— Camestros Felapton (@CamestrosF) June 27, 2016
(5) HORROR PODCAST. The Horror Writers Association recommends the Scary Out There podcast. The latest installment offers a dialog with Kaitlin Ward, the author of Bleeding Earth (Adaptive Books, February 2016). Listen to the episode here.
Hello Horror Fanatics! Today Scary Out There is sitting down with Kaitlin Ward, the author of Bleeding Earth (Adaptive Books, February 2016). Listen as Kaitlin discusses how she came up with the idea for Bleeding Earth, why it’s important for children and teens to read horror, what scary books she recommends, and more.
Kaitlin Ward grew up on a dairy farm in Monroe, New Hampshire, the same town where she lives today with her husband and son. Before settling back in her hometown, Kaitlin studied animal science at Cornell University. She co-founded the well-known blog, YA Highway, and by day she works at a company that sells coins. Bleeding Earth is her debut novel. Kaitlin’s new book, The Farm, will be released by Scholastic in 2017. Keep up with Kaitlin at kaitlin-ward.com and follow her on Twitter @Kaitlin_Ward.
Kaitlin recommends the following horror titles: Women in the Walls by Amy Lukavics (Harlequin Teen, September 2016); Relic by Gretchen McNeil (HarperCollins/EpicReads Impulse, March 2016)
(6) FANS WHO SNORT. In the July/August Fantasy & Science Fiction, David Gerrold has a novelette called “The Thing on the Shelf” that begins as a report on the 2013 World Horror Convention, which hands out the Bram Stoker Award.
“The World Horror Convention was one of the better conventions I attended. Horror fans are clean, well-dressed, intelligent, polite, and enthusiastic. I have no idea why this is so. (Although I have to admit I was a little put off by the beautiful woman who came up to me and said she wanted to lick my Stoker. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, and I’m not up on this year’s crop of new slang terms.)”
He adds the following:
“At one con, a young fan saw my badge had the ‘Pro’ ribbon attached, so he leaned forward and read my name. ‘I never heard of you,’ he said. ‘What did you write?’
I replied, “I wrote the novelization of Battle of the Planet of the Apes. I said it with deadpan pride.
He snorted and walked off, his way of showing how unimportant I was.”
(7) DININ’ GAIJIN. Liz Braswell tells the readers of Eating Authors about a memorable meal in Japan. The best part follows this excerpt.
My husband, my crazy-blond toddler, my sister Sabrina and I were in Japan for work and fun — the vacation of a lifetime. One night Scott took the baby and a colleague of his took Sabrina and me for a night out on the town. Mutsumi asked us where we wanted to go and of course we answered someplace super obscure no Americans have been to Japanese only please we’ll behave.
She very nicely obliged and led us through the labyrinth of streets, around and around and deeper and deeper into Tokyo. Most of the city doesn’t follow a grid system and buildings are addressed by age rather than specific location; were my sister and I by ourselves we never would have found our way in or out of the tiny neighborhood we eventually wound up in. And forget about stumbling upon the tiny, unmarked, second-floor restaurant where we were, indeed, the only gaijin.
Everything about the place was perfect: from the rustic tables and wooden shutters to the little button one presses to ring for a waiter—otherwise diners are left in perfect privacy. The sake came in hand-thrown cups, Mutsumi ordered for us, we behaved.
We wanted to stop drinking at one point, but apparently that would not have been behaving, so we continued….
(8) EXIT POLL. Nicholas Whyte ranks his Retro and regular Hugo picks in “My Hugo and #RetroHugos1941 votes: Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form)”. In second place on his Retro Hugo ballot —
2) The Adventures of Superman: “The Baby from Krypton”
The only radio play in the mix (as opposed to two years ago, when we had four radio plays and a TV play than nobody had seen), it’s the origin story of Superman, and does what it says on the tin perfectly competently. Lara, Kal-El’s mother, is played by Agnes Moorehead, later Endora in Bewitched.
(9) TODAY’S BIRTHDAY BOYS
- June 27, 1927 — “Captain Kangaroo” Bob Keeshan
- June 27, 1966 — J.J. Abrams
(10) SKIFFY AND FANTY. I tend not to cover podcasts — even with hearing aids I’m not able to listen to them effectively. I will say the blurb for this episode of The Skiffy and Fanty Show makes it sound pretty irresistible: 298. Sphere (1998) — A Torture Cinema “Adventure”.
Eggs, squid, and bad dreams, oh my! Our latest listener-directed Torture Cinema episode has finally arrived. This time, we discuss the infamous adaptation of Michael Crichton’s Sphere starring Dustin Hoffman, Sharon Stone, Samuel L. Jackson, and more! At least two of us have a bit of a rant about this movie, so you should expect some pure, unadulterated Skiffy and Fanty rage in this episode!
(11) AND SOMETHING BUT THE TRUTH. Alexandra Erin is right on the money about “Sad Boner Confessionals”.
You can tell you’re reading a Sad Boner Confessional when the language suggests a high wire act where the author is trying to achieve some delicate balance between “I’m a sensitive man” and “BUT I’M A MAN” and wants you to sympathize with the contortions he puts himself through as a result. You can tell you’re reading a Sad Boner Confessional when a man is describing the worst trauma of a woman’s life purely in terms of what it means about him. You can tell you’re reading a Sad Boner Confessional when a man is telling you everything he’s learned from the mistakes he’s made but none of those things are accountability or personal responsibility. You can tell you’re reading a Sad Boner Confessional when all admissions of past sins have a sheen of humblebragging about them.
(12) LABYRINTH. The BBC article “Why Labyrinth is so memorable” talks about the advantages of real-time puppetry over computer animation. Chip Hitchcock comments, “They don’t discuss how/if the gap has been narrowed by motion capture; would be interesting to see discussion of this — or any input by Mary Robinette Kowal, who has done fascinating convention talks about the practice of puppetry and the theory behind it.”
Jim Henson’s beloved 1986 movie musical Labyrinth, one of only two non-Muppets films the legendary puppeteer directed, is famous for several reasons.
Fans of David Bowie will recall visions of the late musician wearing extremely tight trousers that fail to obscure an enormously large codpiece. Bowie wrote and performed all the songs, including the iconic Dance Magic Dance. He plays a nefarious, all-singing, all-dancing king of a fantasy world of goblins, castles and all manner of strange colourful creatures.
One of Labyrinth’s best-known scenes is a sensational finale that takes place on a set modelled on Escher staircases. It is also the production that brought a then-unknown, then-15-year-old Jennifer Connelly to the public’s attention.
… One of the first creatures she encounters in the Goblin King’s fantastical world is a dwarf named Hoggle: a morally dubious, Sméagol-esque character whose motives and allegiances are unclear. With a huge lumpy nose, spurts of shoulder-length white hair and a crinkled, finely detailed face, Hoggle is an amazing puppet, at once both magical and realistic.
His seemingly effortless facial and body movements required the collaboration of six people working in real time. The character’s large face contained 18 motors, which were manipulated off-frame by four crew members using remote controls. Diminutive actor Shari Weiser controlled Hoggle’s body and Brian Henson, Jim’s son, provided his voice.
(13) STOPWATCH. Are you worried about how long Suicide Squad will run? ScreenRant is going to tell you anyway.
Collider has heard from their sources that Suicide Squad runs approximately 130 minutes with credits. Its DCEU predecessors were both in the range of 2.5 hours, meaning Suicide Squad will be about 20 minutes shorter than either Man of Steel or Dawn of Justice. Considering the sheer amount of characters Ayer is working with, some may be concerned that Squad is actually too short, but a shade over two hours gives him plenty of time to flesh everything out. After all, Star Wars: The Force Awakens had a lot on its plate and accomplished it all in 136 minutes.
(14) A DIFFERENT DICTIONARY. John G. Hartness, in Magical Words’ “Making Money Mondays” post, uses a commercial definition of “Fans v. True Fans”.
Now on to our main topic – fans. Now I’m not ever going to bash fans, because I love my fans. Hell, I love everybody’s fans, because I’m a fan myself. But what we want to talk about today is the concept of the True Fan, what they are, how best to interact with them, how to find them, how to keep them. Looking at that, it’s going to take more than one post, so this week we’ll talk about what a True Fan is, then later on ee’ll look at how to cultivate them, how to deal with them, and how to convert a Lesser Fan into a True Fan.
For the record, exactly ZERO of this material is anything I came up with. The concept of 1,000 True Fans was first put forth by Kevin Kelly in 2008 on his blog post here. He later references a couple of other folks who had similar ideas a little earlier, unbeknownst to him, but his site, with a tip of the hat to Seth Godin, who wrote the blog post that first turned me on to Kevin’s work.
Kelly postulates that any independent artist, that is any artist outside the big machine of superstar entertainment, needs to cultivate only 1,000 True Fans to survive. BTW, this whole blog post came out of a late-night conversation with AJ Hartley, where I claimed the number was 100. I’m bad at math. He defines a True Fan as someone who spends $100 per year on your work, and those thousand people then contribute to a $100,000 annual income, which is a pretty comfortable living in most places. At least that’s the rumor. I’m a writer, I don’t make anywhere near that kind of money.
So what’s a True Fan, and how do I get their hundred bucks? I assume that’s what you’re all asking. In this case, it’s usually a lot easier to show you than tell you….
(15) DON’T BE ALARMED. George R.R. Martin expressed gratitude about winning a Locus Award together with Gardner Dozois, and he couldn’t resist adding a punchline.
All kidding aside, I am very proud of OLD VENUS, and I know Gardner is as well. There are some terrific stories in there, and one that in any normal year would have been a surefire Hugo finalist. This is the third year in a row that one of the original anthologies that I’ve done with Gardner has won the Locus Award, and I can’t tell you how gratifying that is. Gardner and I both began our careers (a long time ago) with short fiction, and it pleases me no end to be able to provide a showcase for some of the extraordinary short stories, novelettes, and novellas still being written in this age of the series and the meganovel. If you don’t read anthologies, friends, you are missing out on some great stuff.
Oh, and before the crazy internet rumors start flying, I had better say that I was only kidding about OLD URANUS….
[Thanks to Chip Hitchcock, Martin Morse Wooster, and John King Tarpinian for some of these stories. Title credit goes to File 770 contributing editor of the day Peter J.]
Just finished reading that one, really liked it.
There is one sentence that suggests that children were, in fact, being had:
Overall, the story is IMHO more about preservation in the face of inevitable decay than rebuilding as such, which explains the focus on adults over children.
Started reading that, then put it aside to read “Slow Bullets”, and now have returned to it. Still haven’t arrived at a point where I truly like it, but there were some quite favorable reviews.
RedWombat: I read the Sad Boner Confessional original… I suspect the ex gave him permission to publish it just so that she had something to show people when they asked what happened to the relationship.
I was pretty convinced that after he asked if he could publish it and she read it, she said, “Hell, YES!” because she knew it would make it blindingly apparent to anyone who’s not a narcissistic, self-absorbed asshole what a narcissistic, self-absorbed asshole her ex-husband is.
Okay, now I’m suddenly reminded of a show I used to watch as a kid. Anyone remember this?
Hampus (and others who are on the fence about giving MLP a try): it might influence your decision to read some of the nearly 700 comments over 5 years given on this article that I’ve been reading the past couple of days. I can understand dismissing the nomination because it was from the Rabid slate, or because it isn’t SF (though it very much is fantasy, and the Hugo is supposed to cover both) but dismissing it after 3 minutes because of the sound of the character voice say a whole hell of a lot more about the reviewer than it does about the series.
BTW (just missed the edit window literally as I hit the submit button) this is an article I googled up (or maybe it was Pixel Scrolled?) soon after the nomination took place. I found it interesting because there was this one guy in the comments who had absolutely no clue whatsoever what Sad Puppies was about but was confident enough to comment on it over and over anyway. A sample quote (re Vox Day):
I watched 1 minute of MLP and got a serious rage attack. That is a show with a serious need of a massacre and some decapitations. From second one before it gets too unbearable. I can’t handle this kind of oppressive cuteness.
I feel like the girl in this movie at 3:13.
Weighing in on the great snort debate, I often snort outloud as a way to express derision and sometimes I have snorted so hard I hurt myself lol
(11) The original was bad enough but the parody is razor sharp in highlighting not only the absurd elements of the original but also the untold (and probably completely oblivious to) scary elements. It’s almost made worse by the awareness that men like this aren’t even trying to be scary or abusive, it’s just natural to them, like a fish in water they swim through all the casual, normalized misogyny. And this was supposed to be one of the “better” ones, all self-aware? *makes that so-sharp-i-hurt-myself snorting sound* Polyamory as a “way” to save a relationship is almost always just an exercise in self-justification and selfishness. Men like that are like the married version of a soft boy.
Huh. After reading Snortpalooza, I can only conclude that what everyone else calls “snorting,” I define as “sniffing.” An innie rather than an outie, I guess.
My snorting is definitely outward not inward lol a sharp exhalation through my nose i guess?
H.Allen Smith reported a typo in a newspaper article about bullfighting, What appeared was: “At this point the bull snotted at the crowd.”
I think its a bit clearer.
My snort is outward. Kind of a glottal thing. It’s hard to describe.
I fell off the MLP: FiM train when the racist Native American buffalo episode happened. But I will say that it hooked me good when the second episode had a Benny Hill chase scene. I still watch the occasional episode on Netflix when I want something shiny and low-stakes. Pinky Pie is my hero.
Re: (11), I didn’t read the original because I had rage upon reading the description of the infidelitious kissing as being with “worthy women”. That gave me a pretty good idea of the kind of douche being referenced. But I quite enjoyed reading Alexandra Erin’s hate-parody.
That reminds me of this classic typo. (I can only imagine the number of copies of that photo poor Tyler found on his desk, taped to his locker, etc.)
Re: classic typos
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the time my local newspaper’s TV guide supplement (not to be confused with the nationally-distributed TV Guide magazine) described a certain kids’ show starring a purple dinosaur as having an “ethically diverse” cast.
And as for snorting, if I inhale too much air too suddenly through my nose, as I might need to do after Great Laughter, sometimes it’ll affect my soft palate to create an audible snort. It’s the same principle as snoring – and now I wonder if laugh-snorts are more common in people who snore. Seems plausible.
Robert Whitaker Sirignano, is that from his Mexico book? I’m too lazy to leaf through the book for it.
That is hilarious — and I’m tempted to use it as a future Scroll title.
Having watched the Purple Dinosaur Show with my young niece and nephew, I feel like an ethically diverse cast would have made it much more enjoyable.
“Hey kids! Let’s sing a song about learning to set fires!”
At least Sarah was watching “Bear in the Big Blue House” some of the time. That show was downright tolerable, with some amusing side characters and a warm goodnight chat with the moon at the end of each one.
I’ll pass over many shows I liked less, now.
re: typos — When I was a kid, they rebuilt the local public library. Part of the rebuilding, naturally, was new signage for the parking lot. I’ll never forget seeing an official city sign that said “Liberry Parking Only”.
(Needless to say, that sign was taken down within a day or two and replaced with one that spelled “library” correctly. I can only wish that I had had a more felonious frame of mind when I was a child, because I’d love to have been the one to take it home….)
@Rev. Bob, @Mike Glyer
I always wear my “Morally Flexible” tee from Cabo on the day I teach Absolutism vs. Relativism to my Philosophy and Culture students. But now it needs a big purple dino on it!
That will get you tenure at the University of Camestros Felapton!
I had the same reaction to Binti. Cause it reads very much like a piece of classic golden age SF or a Heinlein juvenile, only that in golden age SF the protagonist would have been a white boy from Kansas and not a Himba girl from Namibia.
So next time, some puppy types whine about how classic SF never wins or gets nominated for awards anymore, we can all point them at Binti and watch heads explode.
Maybe not a classic, but a specification I recently translated demanded that a steel component should “yield before rapture.” They meant rupture, of course, which is still crappy English, but at least not completely silly.
As for creative ways to misspell “rapture”, some time ago I read a random romance from the Harlequin Intrigue line, which felt the need to tell us about the “look of raptor” on the heroine’s face during a sex scene. Whereupon I promptly did a doubletake and thought, “Wow, so she’s a dinosaur shifter?!” before I realised that it was just a particularly silly typo.
My sister used to read romances (maybe still does; dunno) and once reported one to me with a curious error: every occurrence of -ee- showed up as -eee-. And this was back in the early-mid 70s, when computer search and replace wasn’t the norm. As far as we knew.
Snorting is definitely an outward movement of air. One can sniff derisively too. And laughs can turn into snorts.
I was interested to find this in Ari Marmell’s Facebook feed today;
It’s astonishing–and sometimes horrifying–to discover how much cultural bullshit I’ve internalized, despite all my best efforts to overcome it. Without going into detail, one of my beta-readers pointed out some fairly ugly material in a recent rough draft regarding relationships and male/female dynamics therein. Stuff that, at best, plays to harmful gender stereotypes and some seriously toxic masculinity. And this is the kind of stuff that I’ve objected to and called out in the past, but it never even OCCURRED to me that it was a problem while I was writing it.
It is, thankfully, something that can be fixed by rewriting just a few scenes. And I’m deeply grateful she caught it and called me on it.
But it’s just another sign, to me, of how far even those of us with the best intentions have to go, and how much work is involved in shedding our darker programming.
I like to think that’s a good way of dealing with the risks of saying something stupid.
Shoot, missed my formatting check. The middle three paragraphs are Ari’s words.
Bear in the Big Blue House is still one of my wind-down shows. It’s so mellow and Noel MacNeal is fantastic as that giant dancing Muppet bear.
I saw Blue’s Clues with the same young relative as the Purple Dinosaur and was absolutely enthralled, to the point where I watched the rerun at home later that day. There was something so endearing about Steve and his wide-eyed innocence.
Many years later, I spotted a blue pawprint barrette on the ground and freaked out. “Omigod, a clue, a clue!!!” To this day my boyfriend and I wonder what Blue wanted to do at the Armoury. 😀
Aaaaand I’ll share a short film starring Steve that I found on YouTube: “The Bill”