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planetalyx July 10 2014, 15:59

Dreamcasting Child of a Hidden Sea = Gross!

Campaign for the American Reader asked who I’d cast in a dream version of Child of a Hidden Sea. I’ll let you go there to see my answer, but if you’d rather play guessing games first, who’s this charmer gonna play?


I have chosen a reading for this Saturday’s launch at Bakka-Phoenix Books in Toronto. I’m going to read the beginning of “The Boy Who Would Not Be Enchanted,” which is another of Gale Feliachild’s early adventures with Captain Parrish. This one is told from Tonio’s POV, and begins thusly:

The first time I stowed away on Nightjar, I was twelve.
She sailed into my beautiful city of Cindria, a swift cutter with pearly sails, dwarfed by the great ships of the trading fleet and the pleasure craft of our courtiers. Smaller, neater in aspect, without ornamentation, she slipped into port by night, like a doctor calling on a rich man who’d caught something embarrassing.
Aboard her were the woman they called The Hag, accompanied as always by Nightjar’s captain, Garland Parrish. The two of them visited our island’s Conto, bringing with them a whiff of faraway lands and espionage, government plots and excitement.
Irresistible, no? I’d had it in mind since childhood–sail away with them, just once, and catch a glimpse of adventure. So I offered to help my cousin Franceso take a delivery of sausage out to the crew, then lost myself in the hold when he was haggling with the cook.
I hadn’t counted on being a bad sailor.

If you’re local and you haven’t got an invite to the launch yet, consider yourself very welcome indeed! It’ll be at 3:30 p.m.; the store is at 84 Harbord Street. There will be a prize draw, snacks–including the delicious cookies you may have encountered at other Bakka events–and more of the above story.

Originally published at A.M. Dellamonica - Words and Pictures. You can comment here or there.

nihilistic_kid July 10 2014, 15:59

Kit Reed: A Writer for Life

Today begins the 25th Readercon, an always very interesting and occasionally horrifyingly doctrinaire science fiction convention. For those who don't know, science fiction conventions have guests of honor and program books, and generally there are a few appreciations of the guests of honor, written by friends, acquaintances, or fans.

Here is my piece, for guest of honor Kit Reed.

There are few writers one can fruitfully read throughout one’s entire life. I don't mean that one can return to an author’s book and continue to enjoy it, the way an older person might do with The Lord of the Rings. Kit Reed isn’t about middle-aged nostalgia for a sticky day of summer reading between grades three and four, she is a writer who simply writes and publishes very widely. As a child, as a teen, as an adult, when climbing the hill of middle age, you’ll find her.

I knew her books, but paid no attention to the byline, as a child. As a kid I loved The Ballad of T.Rantula, though I was tricked into having my mother buy it for me. It wasn’t about kids teaming up with a superhero-wrestler after all, despite the cover. The whole thing wasn’t even science fiction; it was just about a boy whose folks were divorcing. It was perhaps the first “real book”—as I called non-speculative material back then—that I ever voluntarily read.

The first book I ever bought with my own money—a few bucks made helping out in my uncle’s lunch counter when I was nine years old—was Other Stories and ...The Attack of the Giant Baby. The cover looked funny, and the title story was funny. But Reed’s collection also contained stories that were simply over my head, this despite having somehow gotten Naked Lunch out of the library the year prior. What was I supposed to make of “Winter”, the book’s first story? I skipped ahead to “Attack of the Giant Baby” and literally years later thumbed back to “Winter” when I was ready for it.

As a young man I wandered away from the greasy kid stuff that is the mainstream of science fiction and fantasy, and immersed myself in what was called “downtown” writing, at least in downtown Manhattan, where I was living. Dennis Cooper, Eileen Myles, that sort of thing. And that led me to contemporary innovative/avant-garde/transgressive American fiction generally, and who was there waiting for me? Kit Reed, with her slim novel from Black Ice Books—a defunct and missed, by me anyway, imprint of Fiction Collective 2—Little Sisters of the Apocalypse. The innovative tradition in the US is not known for sentiment, but Reed managed to create something that was both gonzo and emotionally mature, with a gag title.

I still had no idea that Kit Reed was the same author of the half-forgotten books I’d read as a child.

I first got what we used to call net.access in 1989, when I managed to find my way to a TinyMUD via a raw telnet connection. There I was told that I needed an email address, because there were “dozens of machines out there” and I couldn’t just have messages sent to me without knowing that I belonged to sunysb.edu. And Kit Reed was exploring similar worlds at around the same time. When the Web finally got up and running and became useful enough to search phrases like “book about giant baby” or “tarantula ballad divorce”, I finally realized that I was a Kit Reed fan. And Kit Reed had anticipated me with her novel @Expectations. Again, this was not science fiction so much as it was basically a novel about my own 20s, which had been spent almost entirely online.

Then, finally I was hooked. Kit Reed. Don’t just look for books with wacky titles, look for Kit Reed. Was I living with a woman with an eating disorder? Yes, and Kit Reed wrote Thinner Than Thou. In my thirties, did I start getting very anxious about starting a family? Of course, and Kit Reed wrote The Baby Merchant. When I had young cousins to buy presents for, Kit Reed was there again, The Night Children, a novel about that pretty common daydream kids have about spending all night in a shopping mall—it was a daydream I always had. (Naturally, I read the book before making a gift of it.) And only after reading The Night Children did I find her broadly similar 1980 title Magic Time, on a blanket set up on the sidewalk by a street peddler, and inhaled it. Kit knew I’d be an adult looking for an adult version of her twenty-first century YA novel back when I’d picked up my first of her titles as a child.

Now I’m middle-aged, with a baby and a day job. I’m as surprised as you are. I work in a slum zone that is rapidly being gentrified thanks to the fascist handclasp of transnational venture capital and supposedly “progressive” local government. The homeless outside my office don’t even have it sufficiently together to sell old Kit Reed paperbacks on blankets; it’s all bloody meth scabs and ranting into traffic. They live under the shadows of high-rise apartment buildings being put up on either side of my workplace—an old concrete slab where fancy social media companies relocate to get tax breaks. Those apartments are renting for $3500 a month for a studio. One-bedrooms are $4500 a month. Having a family? Living more than two minutes away from the cubicle where you already put in a twelve-hour workday? That's so random—let’s disrupt life-as-we-know it!

And just now, as I type these words, a new-to-me Kit Reed novel has arrived in the mail. Fort Privilege, about the wealthy ascending skyscrapers to avoid the rampaging poor, from back in 1986. She saw all of this, every major episode of my life, coming decades before I did.

I’ll be reading Kit Reed till I die. I have to find out what happens next.
thetoplessrobot July 10 2014, 15:48

Ask Luke's Mother-in-Law: New Kittens, Beer Cupcakes and Kissing Cartoons


Luke's mother-in-law is former LAPD, a licensed property appraiser and a self-described crazy cat lady. None of which has prepared her for TR readers. All questions and answers are real.

Happy after-the-4th of July for those of you who celebrate this holiday. This week has been hot and humid in the desert; temps have been reaching 110 degrees during the day and into the 80s at night. We have also been having afternoon thunderstorms and flash floods. Oh, such fun. Just love the monsoon season, but we do need the rain. LYT and Julia came for a visit after their trip to England, where they had way to much fun at Warner Bros studio and the Harry Potter exhibit and also seeing Thomas the Tank Engine park. At my house we celebrated LYT's birthday early and I made the traditional lasagna dinner.

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ramblin_phyl July 10 2014, 15:40

making time

Yesterday I made up for the day I lost to eye care. Cruised in with 1472 words covering 2 scenes.

Not sure what happens next. I just had an evil idea that maybe one of the good guys isn't too good to be true afterall. That maybe he is the true villain. Damn, I knew he had to die, I just don't know what to do with his girlfriend in the aftermath.
james_nicoll July 10 2014, 15:23

An 'Unexpected' Treat For Octavia E. Butler Fans by K. Tempest Bradford

It's depressing to know that there will never be another new Octavia E. Butler novel to read. However, Butler's papers went to Huntington Library, where scholar Gerry Canavan is , unearthing fragments of the novels and stories she was working on. At some point during the excavation, two short stories emerged: "A Necessary Being" and "Childfinder." Both written in the '70s, one was apparently left unpublished by Butler herself, the other part of a famously unreleased anthology. Both are finally seeing the light of day in an e-book called Unexpected Stories.


Unfortunately, The Last Dangerous Visions never saw the light of day, so "Childfinder," like many of the stories Ellison bought, has been sitting in his possession, unpublished, for over 40 years

Also posted at Dreamwidth, where there are comment count unavailable comment(s); comment here or there.
malkingrey July 10 2014, 15:18


I've been checking out -- in a desultory manner -- the offerings at this years SPN/J2 Big Bang, and I have to report a certain let-down. Entirely too many of the fics (for my taste! only for my taste!) are J2 fics, a subgenre in which I have next to no interest; and entirely too many of the remaining fics are Dean/Cas fics, a subgenre which I was more interested in back in season five or so, before SPN transitioned from being about hunting the things that go bump in the night into being about intra-angelic and intra-demonic warfare and a theology that was cracked-out even by Hollywood standards. (Hollywood theology is possibly the only subject further detached from its real-world counterpart than Hollywood police and legal procedure and Hollywood EMS.)

So far as I can tell, most of the fanwriters from the first wave of the fandom have moved on to other shows. And it's been years since I've run across a new SPN fanwriter who can do John Winchester right.

languagelog July 10 2014, 14:38

Micropolitan (statistical area)


Of course I'm familiar with the concept of a "metropolitan statistical area", defined by Wikipedia as "a geographical region with a relatively high population density at its core and close economic ties throughout the area". The United States Office of Management and Budget is responsible for the official list, which comprises 388 MSAs in the U.S. and Puerto Rico.

What I didn't know, until I learned it this morning while following up on the Beaver Dam Grammar Brawl, is that there are also 536 "micropolitan statistical areas".  Since micropolitan has the same initial letter as metropolitan, an acronymic conflict arises, which has been resolved by using the Greek letter mu for "micro", so that there are MSAs and μSAs.

Although micropolitan is certainly Out There, and has been duly noted by Merriam-Webster, it has yet to get its Word Induction Ceremony at the OED.



the_manolo July 10 2014, 14:22

Manolo the Columnist: Vagibu by Manolo Blahnik



Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo

Spring has sprung and my thoughts are turning to a sexy-but-not-too-bare cage sandal (bootie). I’d like to find something in a bronze or gold, but would consider beige as well. The problem is, most have heels 4″ or more, and I can’t go over 3″. Help!


Manolo says, ayyyy! This is one of those insoluble questions, of the sort that the Manolo occasionally receives from his many friends.

“Manolo, can you find me the pair of super-sexy, strappy comfort sandals in which I may climb the Mountain of Kilimanjaro? I should mention that afterwards there will be the reception at the Palace of Buckingham where my fiancé, whom I shall refer to by the initials Prince H., will introduce me to his grandparents, so it would be good if these shoes were made of the stain-resistant, micro-fiber unobtainium in the color such lavender or peach, as I will not have enough time in the helicopter to change. Also, I am somewhat budget conscious, so if it is possible, could we keep the price under $17?”

Actually, the question of the Kelly is not so bad. It is difficult because the cage sandals are the latest iteration of “the sexy ‘it’ shoe”, and the “sexy ‘it’ shoe” always requires the high heel. The cage sandals are not meant to be practical, they are meant to say “this women is so bursting with sexiness that her very feets must be constrained by her shoe, lest they wreak havoc on the unaccompanied PGA golfers and Silicon Valley billionaires.”

Here is the Vagibu Cage Sandals from the maestro Manolo Blahnik. It has the four-inch heel and is wildly expensive. But, even if you cannot wear it or afford it, it is still most beautiful to look at, no?

Blahnik Vagibu Cage Sandals

cakewrecks July 10 2014, 13:43

Something Wrecky This Way Comes


(Warning: Naughty puns ahead. Hide your kids.)


Renee C. ordered this sandcastle cake for her beach-themed wedding:


So you know what's coming, right?

Heh. Aheh.



The bride really got the shaft here, and it doesn't take a firm grip on reality to be testy over such a cock-up. Should she just suck it up and beat it? Is she nuts to take this blow so hard? Will nothing stop the erection of headstrong turrets?

No, that's a fallacy!*

Besides, I'm sure bakers will get the point in the end.
Aaand I'm done.


Thanks to Renee C. for the heads up!

Okay, okay. Now I'm done.


*'Cuz it's a phallus - see?


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scalzifeed July 10 2014, 13:41

The Big Idea: D.B. Jackson



There’s a system to things — especially magic. Why is there a system, and what is its function in telling a story? D.B. Jackson has a few thoughts on the matter, and how it matters to his latest colonial-era fantasy novel, A Plunder of Souls.


Creating magic systems is to writing fantasy what learning scales is to playing guitar or piano. It’s a fundamental, a basic skill that fantasy writers learn early on. Of course every magic system is at least somewhat unique — we all strive for originality when building our worlds and imbuing them with the powers that will become vital tools for our characters as our narratives unfold. But there are certain elemental principles of creating a magic system to which just about every author adheres: make sure the act of using magic carries some cost; place some limits on what magic and those who wield it can do; and above all, keep the magic consistent. Just as we cannot escape the natural laws that govern life in our real world — gravity, conservation of mass, Newtonian laws of motion, etc. — there should be no escaping the laws that govern our imagined systems of magic.

Except . . .

One doesn’t have to read much fantasy to realize that trying to escape the limits we place on our magic systems is just about the only thing our characters do, particularly the villainous (read “interesting”) ones. They seek more power than they ought to have, or they try to escape the costs we’ve so carefully built into the systems, or they seek to create new rules that apply only to themselves. Our heroes are then forced to find innovative ways to stop them, and invariably those heroes wind up bending the rules as well.

Notice I said “bending” and not “breaking.” Because more often than not the ultimate act of heroism lies not in sheer power, but in ingenuity, in finding some unexpected way to overcome the villain within the very constraints of the magic system that the antagonist hopes to evade. It’s a tried and true plot device that one can find not only in books, but also in movies and television, not only in fantasy, but also in science fiction. (Think of Data’s Moriarty on Star Trek: TNG, plying Doctor Pulaski with crumpets and extending his reach beyond the confines of the Holodeck to very nearly take command of the Enterprise.)

In A Plunder of Souls, the third novel in my historical urban fantasy series, the Thieftaker Chronicles, my conjuring, thieftaking hero, Ethan Kaille, takes on a villain who seeks to gather more power for himself than any conjurer ought to have. “Magick” in my version of pre-Revolutionary Boston, exists at the boundary between the living world and the realm of the dead. Every conjurer has a guide — the ghost of an ancestor who was also a conjurer — who helps him or her access that source of power. And so my villain, Nate Ramsey, has desecrated the graves of the recently deceased, placed his mark upon the corpses, and claimed them as soldiers in a ghostly army. With this force, he seeks to prevent others from casting spells, leaving himself as not merely the most powerful conjurer the world has known, but as the one person in the world who can cast spells.

It’s both a familiar idea and a big one. Familiar because it works: authors in our genre have used a thousand variations on this theme to create gripping and compelling narratives. Big because it taps into something central to human nature: the corrupting influence that can emanate from any sort of power. Ramsey is already a skilled conjurer, but in addition to being brilliant, he’s also cruel, a bit mad, and bent on avenging the death of his father.

More, he hopes to bend the laws of nature just as he does the laws of magic, so that his mastery of the realm of the dead will allow him to return his father to the world of the living. He refuses to accept that his reanimated father would be an abomination, something neither living nor dead and certainly nothing like the man who raised him. He seeks to master death, and is so drunk with the notion of doing so that he can’t see beyond the realization of his twisted aims.

It was no accident that I sought to have Ramsey violate both natural and magical law. As I’ve said already, in creating my magic systems I seek to make them elemental, so that they are as constant and inviable as nature itself. Equating Ramsey’s magical ambitions with his desire to resurrect his father reinforces not only the dark elements of his character, but also the worldbuilding I have done to make Colonial Boston into a setting that is both historically convincing and fantastical. I should add here that all of this is happening within the context of a growing movement for liberty within the colonies, and a smallpox epidemic spreading through Boston. It also bears mentioning that Ramsey’s attempts to enhance his power, and the magical battles in which he engages with Ethan are pretty frickin’ cool, if I do say so myself. “Familiar,” certainly isn’t meant to imply “humdrum.”

But the greater point is this: in order to thwart Ramsey’s scheme, Ethan must venture down a path that is nearly as dark as the one Ramsey has followed. He, too, must disturb the graves of the dead and attempt spells that, while still conforming to the established rules of my magic system, test the boundaries of that system in ways that would have been unthinkable to him only a short while before. Even if he succeeds (and you’ll have to read the book to find out if he does), and even if the integrity of the magic system is reaffirmed, there is bound to be a cost. Already, Ramsey’s actions have exposed unexpected vulnerabilities; other conjurers of comparable skill, harboring similar ambitions, might test it further, requiring my hero to be even more creative next time around.

As I say, this stretching of the magic system is a plot device that is at once familiar and effective. It tests our worldbuilding, forces our characters to innovate and grow, and challenges us to take our narratives in directions we might not have anticipated. And that’s why it’s not only a big idea, but also a fun one.


A Plunder of Souls: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Indiebound|Powell’s

Read an excerpt. Read the author’s blog. Follow him on Twitter.

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thetoplessrobot July 10 2014, 13:18

8 Insane Things From the Never-Made Oliver Stone/Arnold Schwarzenegger Planet of the Apes


In 1994, as Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers was being released, his producers Don Murphy and Jane Hamsher were looking for the trio's next project. (Hamsher recounts these events in her book, Killer Instinct). Murphy was a lifelong fan of the Planet of the Apes series, and sort of haphazardly threw Stone into a meeting with a roomful of studio executives. As they were eagerly leaning in to see Stone reveal his master plan for Apes, he said, "Oh, I don't know, I watched the original films a couple nights ago and they are awful. I'm only here because of Don Murphy. You should talk to him." A roomful of betrayed executives glared at Murphy. Murphy started floundering and pitching the potential for Happy Meal toys, and was met with embarrassment and dismay. Finally, Stone stepped in and delivered an idea that Hamsher jokes was an acid flashback. "What if time were not linear, but circular, and there was no difference between the past and the future?...And what if there were discovered cryogenically frozen Vedic Apes who held the secret numeric codes to the Bible that foretold the end of civilization?" The execs loved it and cut Stone a check.

Thus begins the tale of the production of Return of the Apes. Jane Hamsher worked with Road Warrior/Beyond Thunderdome screenwriter Terry Hayes, and they were able to produce a screenplay that attracted Arnold Schwarzenegger to star in the leading role. Some bizarre pieces were falling into place, so we tracked down a copy of the script to see just how they would have landed.

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lossrockhart July 10 2014, 12:02

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makinglight July 10 2014, 11:46

Singularities in the rearview mirror


Writing at io9 recently, Charlie Jane Anders mentioned Jo Walton's 2009 essay on tor.com, which discussed George Eliot as a pre-SF writer who dealt with SF themes and topics. From the tor.com essay:

She saw how technology changes society--she understood that thoroughly. In a way, she was someone who had lived through a singularity--she had seen the railroad coming and had seen how it had entirely transformed the world she grew up in, with second order effects nobody could have predicted. Her books constantly come back to technology and the changes it brings.

I was emailing back and forth with Serge, and he mentioned a series he's been enjoying lately: Halt and Catch Fire. It's not SF, in the sense that it's not postulating an unknown technology. Rather, like Middlemarch, it's an examination of the impact of a real technological change on a pre-existing society. It is, if you will, looking at that particular view out the side-windows or the rearview mirror rather than the windscreen.

I think this particular sub-category of liminal, not-quite-SF storytelling is interesting, for the same reasons that I'm interested in the SFnal flavor of the real-world terraforming efforts that I see around me in the Netherlands. I think they can inform our thinking, both about change and about the ways our genre deals with change. Also, it's neat.

What other stories are there in this area? And where else, on the borderlands of our genre, are there similar caches?

(Thanks, Serge, for suggesting that this would make a good blog post.)

poliphilo July 10 2014, 10:08

Reading Thomas Hardy

There are two Thomas Hardys- a 19th century novelist and a 20th century poet. I'm reasonably familiar with the second but the first I've ignored. I read Tess at an age when reading it was a chore and I've never gone back

Until now.

We were in Wessex and I bought a boxed set of the novels in a charity shop because the price was bonkers.

I've started with one of the less famous ones. The Trumpet Major. So no preconceptions, no misleading images from the movies, no memories of teenage boredom to over-ride.

It's the early 19th century, Napoleon has an invasion fleet waiting in Boulogne and it's just like 1940- right down to the Dad's army brigade of farm workers being drilled by a sergeant who's been in uniform for three weeks and has to keep referring to his notes. Three rather silly young men are in love with a rather silly young woman. But then everybody in Hardy is rather silly; it's the human condition. The tone is mainly comic, but Hardy has the knack of switching the emotional register and catching us off guard with a sudden profundity.  The silly young woman stands on Portland Bill watching the ship carrying her silly young lover pass slowly- so slowly- beyond the horizon- and the name of the ship is Victory and it's going to Cape Trafalgar.

This is a typical Victorian novel in some ways- and yet fidelity and moral seriousness are not rewarded while sexiness is. Life is full of little ironies. People pass, landscape looms, time stretches out to eternity in both directions. Towards the end of the story we catch a glimpse of men stripping back the turf on the side of the hill at Osmington to create the great chalk image of George III which is still there...

docbrite July 10 2014, 09:41

Strange Memories

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era -- the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run ... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. - Hunter S. Thompson

This quote from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas runs over and over through my head tonight, a near-perfect expression of being homesick for a place or a time or both. For me, it's always Amsterdam; I dream many times a week of being there, and try to imagine a scenario that would ever allow me to return, but it's hard to do that when even the purchase of a new pair of sandals from Wal-Mart wreaks enough budgetary havoc to give me pause. In some ways, my life was awful four or five years ago compared to now, because there was no love in it. In some other ways, though, I wish I'd appreciated how good I had it back then.

Strangely, my dream-Amsterdam contains several places that, though they do not exist in the actual city, remain consistent from dream to dream: an amusement park; an arcade full of tiny, authentic Asian restaurants; a wooden museum surrounded by lush tropical foliage. I also spend a lot of dream-time in the coffeeshops, though, and all of those are real.
poliphilo July 10 2014, 07:49

An Early Autumn?

Ailz turned the heating off last night- because it's midsummer and we don't need the radiators on- and the weather changed and it's been raining and blowing hard all night. The wind tore a lot of leaves off the trees. We had an early spring this year and it looks as though we'll have an early Autumn too. Some of the trees are already turning.

Here's a view of last night's sunset...

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martianmooncrab July 10 2014, 07:01

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