Thursday, December 20, 2007

The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Pt. 6: Anna Tambour and Susanna J. Sturgis


The first of these next two pieces isn't exactly a list, though it certainly does speak to reading pleasure...

Anna Tambour:

Dear Timmi,

I have been thinking every day about this issue, and have had many things that I almost said, feeling uncomfortable about all of them. This was what I wanted to say, and I realised that it depended upon not saying. Though there is a mixed metaphor there that should perhaps be fixed. So how is this?

". . . and to .........., literary genius, who steered me firmly away from romantic fiction"

These words in the Acknowledgements of the book I'm reading now are both the rightest and wrongest words in any book I can remember reading, in 2007 or any other year. The name of the book is ........ (it matters as much as the name of the "literary genius," which is nothing at all for the purposes of my few words). The book as written IS romantic fiction of the highest order, for it isn't some artificial-sugar-laden thing confected for others who are supposed to like that sort of thing. It is pure as the sap exuded from a cut tree. It is high romance, because the story came from the writer's heart, and it tells about what she most loves. Technically, the words don't flow like they would if she were a real writer. The words taste rough and true, which makes the book only more romantic.


Susanna J. Sturgis:

Words and Music 2007

I spent most of last winter in Russia—nineteenth-century Russia, both the period of the Napoleonic Wars and (indirectly) the middle of that century. I'm a copyeditor by trade and my assignment was the Pevear-Volokhonsky translation of Tolstoy's War and Peace, which was published earlier this fall. A demanding job, yes, but intimidating? Not at all. While my editorial mind paid close attention to matters of usage and consistency, my readerly mind was exhilarated by the interwoven stories and my writerly mind was impressed as hell.

At WisCon 30, I was fascinated by the various discussions that either explored or touched on the "generation gap" in contemporary feminism, and in recent years I've been variously exasperated, infuriated, and ultimately puzzled by the notions that many men of all ages in the U.S. left-of-center have about feminism. In part the misconception is willful: it's the prerogative of the privileged—any privileged—to distort, simplify, and misinterpret anything that, if fully understood, might threaten their view of themselves and their world. But something was still eluding my every attempt to see it clearly. My quest eventually led me to Sisterhood, Interrupted: From Radical Women to Grrls Gone Wild, in which Deborah Siegel, Ph.D., seeks to explain the Second Wave to the Third and the Third Wave to the Second, all the while developing a wide-screen picture that encompasses all of us. Siegel's interpretation of the Second Wave was familiar, and fair, but it also seemed pale, wavery—the ghostly image of something I had known firsthand in brighter colors.

At last I got it. Siegel relies heavily on texts, both Second Wave and Third, to sketch her pictures of feminism—and nonfiction texts at that, by writers whose access to mainstream print was way above average. So much of feminism as I knew it was rooted in doingorganizing women's centers and bookstores and health-care collectives and music festivals, etc., etc.—and what we learned in the process. Sisterhood, Interrupted barely glimpsed this, and it didn't tell me much of what I most wanted to know about Third Wave feminists either: what they were doing. Feminism confirmed me in my nearly lifelong conviction that words were important, but it also taught me that words couldn't tell the whole story. With feminism, as with Christianity, Islam, red-state Republicanism, the 12-step program, and probably every other mass movement, the "real thing" exists in the living as well as in the texts. The discrepancies between the text and the practice often take the outsider—especially the outsider who comes with debunking on her/his mind—by surprise.

Ever since I read Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America, I've wondered "what if"—what if one of the people she worked alongside by some miracle mustered the skills, the energy, and the access to mainstream publishing to get her story into widely read print? In my wondering I've read, or at least skimmed, books and articles along the lines of What's the Matter with Kansas? and Don't Think of an Elephant and moved on, still not dissatisfied. This past summer I finally found my man, Joe Bageant, in an essay online, and this fall I finally got hold of his book, Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America's Class War. Bageant grew up working class redneck in Winchester, Virginia, went on the road, turned into a wild-eyed socialist journalist type, and then thirty years later went back home to live. Deer Hunting with Jesus is raucous, infuriating, livid, heartbreaking—easy to read but once you let it under your skin it's hard to get rid of.

Under my skin in a different—but maybe not so?—way is something that isn't even "text" at all—or maybe it is? In 2006 rock master Bruce Springsteen toured Europe and the U.S. with the Seeger Sessions Band, performing songs sung by, written by, and/or in the tradition of folk master Pete Seeger. For the last several months I've been working, driving, dancing, and singing to The Seeger Sessions: We Shall Overcome, the two-CD set recorded live at the first stop of the U.S. tour. Once in a while I shut up, sit down, and just think about how many generations some of these songs—like "John Henry" and "Erie Canal" and "Jacob's Ladder"—have survived, and how many ways you can dance to "Old Dan Tucker," and how seamlessly Springsteen's new verses fit into Blind Alfred Reed's "How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live?," and how Bill and Sis Cunningham's "My Oklahoma Home" and Seeger's "Bring Them Home (If You Love Your Uncle Sam)" don't need any updating at all.

Emma Goldman had it right: Don't trust any revolution you can't dance to. Singing is good too.

The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Pt.5: Oyceter and Nancy Jane Moore

Moving right along...

Oyceter:

I didn't go see many movies in theaters this year, so most of my favorite films this year are older ones. I did actually watch a lot of US domestic movies, but very few of them ended up sticking out in recollection.

Afro-Punk (2003) - This is a documentary interviewing several black American punk rockers and punk fans and how they feel they fit into the punk scene. The documentary begins with a critique of Patti Smith's song "Rock N Roll Nigger" (lyrics), which compares being a woman in "cock rock" with being a black person in America. This is a great critique of racial politics in the punk scene and in America in general, covering many different points of view within the Afropunk community. Though it focuses on the US, some sections do go into the influence of the African diaspora on the US Afropunk community as well. And even better, it goes a little into issues of gender and class as well. Also, as a bonus, I came away not only with a good watching experience, but also with great music recs.

Hot Fuzz (2007) - Though the tone of the movie wavers as it briefly turns into a horror movie, this is a great send-up of action movie cliches. Amazingly competent Sgt. Nicholas Angel is unwillingly transferred to a small town in the country. He first attempts to reform the lackadaisial police department there, but he and his partner Danny end up uncovering a conspiracy. I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my seat, particularly at the climactic action sequence in the end, which stars a swan. I'm not sure if non-action-movie fans will enjoy this, since it requires knowledge of action movie tropes, but those of you who grew up knowing the about fruit carts in car chases will have a lot of fun.

Infernal Affairs (2002) - This is a gorgeous film about an undercover cop in a Hong Kong gang and a gangster mole infiltrating the police right at the Hong Kong handover to China. It's a twisty game of cat-and-mouse, and while the movie could have been a simple action movie, its gorgeous cinematography and elegaic tone make it something more. I particularly love the repetition of Buddhist imagery and the nostalgic song from the beginning. I do wish the women had more to do; the two main ones here are restricted to being love interests. Martin Scorcese remade this as The Departed.

Lust, Caution (2007) - In Japanese-occupied China, a group of idealist students scheme to assassinate an important Chinese political figure, Mr. Yee, by having Wong Chia-Chi insinuate herself into his affections. I would have seen this movie just for the visuals -- 1930s Shanghai and Hong Kong are beautiful, though ravaged by war, and I especially loved the period clothing. But if you're not a costume nut like me, the movie is moody and atmospheric, and I liked the focus on the heroine Wong Chia-Chi's emotional turmoil and how the actress slips in and out of Wong Chia-Chi and the bored wife that is her facade. I have many qualms with the ending, particularly in terms of gender, though.

And now, my favorite three movies of the year! Somehow, all three of them ended up being "kid" movies, though I think they're all so great that anyone would enjoy them.

Ratatouille (2007) - Rats and cooking! It's like it was made just for me! Despite the distinct lack of women (the only woman in the movie starts out interesting and then becomes the Love Interest), I love this movie to pieces. My favorite moment is when someone takes a bite of Remy the rat's cooking and is immediately transported back to childhood and the dish his mother would make to comfort him, but the entire movie is a love letter to food and eating. This is the only movie I rewatched this year when it came out on DVD, and I am tempted to buy it now just so I can watch again. Warning: may leave you with an insatiable appetite for the titular dish.

Princes and Princesses (2000) - This was going to be my favorite movie of the year, until yesterday night. Michel Ocelot tells six fairy tales with the framing story of an art professor and his two students. The animation in this is gorgeous and so different; Wikipedia says it's silhouette animation, a form of stop-motion animation that is a take off of shadow puppetry. The backdrops are intense colors, and everything else is stark black, emphasizing the intricate lacework of a princess' collar, the bright wink of diamonds, or the beautiful colors of an old woman's coat. I think most of the stories are original stories by Ocelot, although the Egyptian one is adapted from a traditional story. I wish I knew if the Japanese story of the old woman and her coat were original or adapted. The stories all feel like they could have been passed down for ages, but they somehow retain their freshness, as with the best fairy tales. This is lovely and charming and sweet and funny, and the worst thing about it is that it's not available in the US. But if there's any way you can get your hands on this, go for it!

This site has a lot of links on the movie, including a site full of absolutely gorgeous stills.

Kirikou and the Sorceress (1998) - This is the displaced Princes and Princesses as my favorite movie of the year, something that I thought was impossible (I suspect I will love Sweeney Todd when I see it, but I love retold fairy tales and shadow puppetry even better than Tim Burton Victorian London and Grand Guignol). Unsurprisingly, this is also from Michel Ocelot. Kirikou is born walking and talking, and as soon as he discovers the evil sorceress Karaba has eaten nearly all the men in his village, he tells his mother he will go defeat the sorceress.

I think I would love this movie for its politics alone; Ocelot based this on a West African tale and included some of his memories from growing up in Guinea (he's white). From reading his notes, he took great care in pretty much every aspect of the movie, from getting an African composer (Youssou N'Dour) for the score and African actors for the voices, to making sure all the plants and animals in the film were actual African flora and fauna. I love how Ocelot makes one of the central relationships in the story the relationship between a mother and her son, and while I first had some problems with the image of the evil man-eating sorceress, Ocelot knows exactly what he's doing and has fun subverting expectation.

Politics aside, this is just a great movie. I was only going to watch a few minutes last night, but I ended up watching the entire thing and going to bed at three in the morning. I want to say that it's delightful and charming, but that makes the movie sound slight, which it is not. I want to say that I love what it's about, but that makes the movie sound boring and didactic, which it is not. It does a great job of adding to an old folktale and making those additions seamless; the story feels both timeless and fresh. It's wonderful and made me laugh and smile and feel happy, and it's even available here!

- official US site
- good collection of links


Nancy Jane Moore:

This isn't so much a list of the best works of 2007 as it is a few words on books and other art forms that shook me up and made me think about the world a little differently.

I found myself completely bowled over by a significant thematic similarity in Laurie Marks's Elemental Logic series and Timmi Duchamp's Marq'ssan Cycle: They are changing the rules for resolution of human conflict. Despite the fact that Marks is writing fantasy, complete with powerful magic, while Duchamp is writing science fiction, complete with aliens, they are coming out in the same place -- violent revenge against oppressors does not ultimately change anything. And it is wisdom, not the power of magic or aliens, that opens the space for this change.

Neither of these series completely abjure violence nor are they promoting old-fashioned pacifism as a response. Instead, both are pointing toward a new approach, one that makes it possible for old enemies to become allies as humans struggle not merely to keep from being oppressed and victimized, but toward becoming truly civilized.

Up to now, much of science fiction has projected people into the future without changing them in any fundamental way -- even when they are enhanced by various technological and biological means. Fantasy has been even more conservative, managing to alter the laws of physics without changing human nature. Both series give me hope that humans will begin to use not just our great capacity for creating tools, but also our ability to think and become wise, as we begin to take more and more responsibility for our own evolution.

I hope others will pick up on their ideas and expand them. It would be nice to read either near-future SF or a contemporary work that applies this shift in thinking without the aid of either magic or aliens.

The two most recent volumes -- Marks's Water Logic and Duchamp's Tsunami, both published in 2007 -- opened my eyes to what they were doing in the two series as a whole, but those books do not stand alone. You will need to read both series to really understand where the authors are going.

Though I do not define myself as religious, I have read a significant amount of theological work over the past few years, most notably books by Karen Armstrong, Elaine Pagels, Karen King, and Bart Ehrman. This year, I read National Geographic's translation of the Gospel of Judas along with an analysis by Elaine Pagels and Karen King, Reading Judas: The Gospel of Judas and the Shaping of Christianity. Using Judas, the betrayer of Christ, as a leader, the gospel challenges established Christian teaching in a significant way.

It does seem clear that the author of the Gospel of Judas (written a couple of centuries after Christ), used the shocking name of Judas to challenge other Christian thinking of the time. These newly discovered gospels are powerful, because they make it clear that the ideas that became orthodox were not the only interpretations of the teaching of Jesus Christ. At a time when we are beset by fundamentalists of all religious stripes, it is valuable to discover what else is available within the powerful ideas of religion.

Jumping now from God to war: Erin Solaro's book Women in the Line of Fire: What You Should Know About Women in the Military not only provides proof that women can and should be soldiers, but also details the barriers that have been put in their way and what can be done to knock them down.

The military is one of the few remaining power centers in the U.S. where women are legally held back due to outdated arguments about what they can and cannot do. I have always contended that women will be blocked from full participation in society so long as we continue to assume that they cannot fight to defend themselves and their country. I wrote about this book more extensively earlier this year on In This Moment.

And now going from war to art: Francine Prose's Reading Like a Writer also gave me much food for thought, both as a writer and a reader. In her discussion of sentences she gives wonderful examples of long, meandering but perfectly comprehensible sentences that are both art forms in and of themselves and absolutely essential to the narrative in which they are used.

Then she shows that a short one-sentence paragraph can work, too.

Prose argues for close reading of complex works. She made me yearn for the time to go back and read all the classics that I have missed over the years.

I re-read Doris Lessing's The Four-Gated City after the Nobel Prize was announced, to see if it still resonated with me as it had back in 1973 when I first read it. It is still a great novel, though didn't affect me as much emotionally as it did the first time, both because I knew where it was going and because my own understanding of life is more complex than it was back then; that is, her thinking no longer came as revelation. Significantly, as I wrote earlier on this blog, I realized on re-reading that Lessing led me to science fiction, which probably explains why I have rarely been satisfied with the more superficial stories in the genre.

I have become less enchanted with movies over the last few years. Unless they focus on a very narrow story, they seem to necessarily treat all subjects superficially so as to stay within the commercially acceptable length. As a result, I haven't been to many.

The video art form that has drawn me is television. More specifically, good series television that knows how to tell a story both in a one-hour episode and over a multi-episode season (or several seasons). Joss Whedon hooked me on this form with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and now I seek it out.

This year, the series spoke to me was The Wire, a complex story about cops and crooks in Baltimore. It's drawn from the same source as the old series Homicide, but since it's on HBO, it can be grittier than it ever was on network TV.

On The Wire the computers don't work right and the big bosses pull the plug just as the cops are actually making progress -- you know, just like in real life. But it wasn't just the true-to-life aspect that got me. I found myself growing attached to the characters, empathizing to the extent that I mourned deaths and even wanted murderers to get off. That is, I was sucked into the lives of the criminals as much as I was the cops.

I'm not quite sure what makes it all so compelling, but I suspect it's that the makers understand their medium so thoroughly that they get inside the viewers' heads. Television is more intimate than movies; the characters become people we know, especially when we follow them over a season.

The only flaw I found is the classic problem with HBO: You can show heavy sex on cable, so all shows do. Sex has its place in these stories, but we don't need as much of it as they insist on showing.

This story is dominated by male characters -- there are few women and they are primarily women who are willing to play in a male world. This is likely an accurate depiction of police life, but it could put some viewers off. But while I have found myself drifting away from male-driven adventure drama, this series is so good that I recommend it even if the dull cop shows of network TV bore you and even if you have seen enough screen violence to last a lifetime.

I haven't added much new music to my life this year, but two performers who have been around for awhile continue to sustain me: singer/songwriter Neko Case and the great punk poet Patti Smith. In fact, my Christmas present to myself this year is a ticket to hear Smith live at a downtown club. Kind of cool to go down to the heart of alt-culture DC (this is not your mother's Nation's Capital) to hear a queen of hip who is as old as I am.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Pt.4: Lesley Hall, Kristin Livdahl, and Wendy Walker


To continue with the lists...

Lesley Hall:

In any year when I re-read Middlemarch for the long-lost-count-ofth time, it is going to be The Best Book I Read This Year. Unless, of course, I've also re-read Rebecca West's Black Lamb and Grey Falcon (certainly due for a re-read), in which case it would be a tough call to make. My major fiction discovery this year has probably been E. H. Young, who wrote quietly but definitely subversive 'domestic fiction' during the 1920s to 40s, much of which has been reprinted of recent years by Virago and by Persephone Books.Young's books are particularly engaging when they focus on the lives of relatively middle-aged women and the stories they continue to have, as in Miss Mole and Chatterton Square. The works of neglected early modernist writer May Sinclair are also becoming much more available - this is surely something that could not have happened without the internet, first to demonstrate the ongoing interest in this fascinating writer, and then to facilitate Print-On-Demand production and dissemination of the texts - and I managed to get hold of and read several of these.

There have been some really excellent new books out this year, both non-fiction and fiction, especially genre fiction. I've just been updating the Recent Recommended Reading page on my website after several months of letting it lapse, and my thoughts on a range of recent publications can be found there.

I've seen a whole lot fewer films than I've read books: they included an assortment of new movies, plus a number of classics - leaning heavily towards screwball comedy with a seasoning of Rogers/Astaire musicals (which perhaps count as fantasy, especially those sequences when, the protags having finally overcome the obstacles to their happy union, the whole world appears to break out in dancing). I have completely failed to keep up with any of current TV series. The media work that struck me most this year was definitely the 1996 television series Neverwhere, with a script by Neil Gaiman (it has also been turned into a novel and a graphic novel), recently out on DVD. I found this short series (only 6 action-packed episodes) quite amazing.

It takes place in a world where a phantasmagorical 'London Beneath', drawing on Hogarth, Dickens and Lewis Carroll, co-exists with the London we know. This is brilliantly depicted, drawing on the real-world underside of London - the cathedral-like Victorian sewers, the underground train system, the subterranean rivers, as well as the more metaphorical underside consisting of the invisible wreckage of urban life - and provides bizarre versions of the already evocative place-names of the city. Old Bailey is an aged eccentric living on the rooftops, there is an Earl with a Court endlessly moving in a Tube train, Hammersmith is a metal-worker, and there is a real Angel living in Islington. One of the characters remarks at one point that London Beneath has little bubbles of preserved history all over it, which is also true of the London we know, even if these don't consist of a camp of deserters from the Roman legions.

The story - the chase, the quest, the ordeals - are exciting and suspenseful as well as full of mythic resonance in themselves, but what I particularly liked was the very clearly multi-cultural nature of this hidden London and of the main group of characters, and the various riffs on conventional gender expectations. Door, though suffering from the massacre of her family and in extreme danger, is not a helpless damsel in distress - she has significant powers of her own, which other people want to use. Richard is not a macho hero but a version of the fairy tale innocent who intervenes to help someone with unexpected consequences. His ordeal is about overcoming inner doubts and fears and facing them down, rather than defeating an external enemy. While he is the viewpoint character - the Alice who falls into this underworld - he is not the central figure of the story but a sidekick in the quest at hand, even if one who performs several necessary tasks.

I'm not sure it's for everyone (there are undoubtedly some criticisms that can be made of the production) but I found it haunting and memorable.

Kristin Livdahl:

I spent most of 2007 catching up on books I missed from previous years and following random fancies with my husband through Netflix such as Paul Verhoeven (not Showgirls) or South Korean movies. So, I didn’t read as many new books as I usually do nor see as many movies. The Verhoeven spree did lead us to go see his latest movie, Black Book at the beginning of the year. The movie is set in the Netherlands during World War II and stars the fabulous Carice van Houten as Rachel, a Jewish singer who begins in hiding and eventually goes undercover in Nazi headquarters for the Dutch resistance. She gives a superb performance and the movie sparked a few good discussions about Verhoeven’s portrayal of women and attitudes about sex. My year was book-ended with very good, yet relentlessly dark movies as I just saw No Country for Old Men. Javier Bardem as Anton Chigurh is one of the scariest characters I’ve ever seen in a movie.

For TV, I really enjoyed a couple of new series this year. AMC’s drama, Mad Men, is set at a Madison Avenue advertising agency in 1960, a setting that provides a great backdrop for an exploration of gender, class, sex, and nuclear family politics, including a chilling look at the psychiatry of the era, as well as a series of interesting story lines. I’ve also really enjoyed Saving Grace, starring the wonderful Holly Hunt as Oklahoma City police detective. Her character Grace is reckless and unabashedly sexual with a deep, caring heart and sharp wits. The supporting cast is great, especially Leon Rippy as Earl, the angel sent to help Grace.

For books, I really enjoyed two books marketed as young adult novels, China Mieville’s Un Lun Dun (Del Rey, 2007) and Patrick Cave’s Sharp North (Athenuem, 2006). (Sharp North came out in 2006 but I didn’t get it until this year, so I’m including it!) Both featured strong female main characters on nonstandard quests. I particularly enjoyed Mieville’s play on the hero-sidekick trope. I was introduced to Joe Sacco when he came to town for a talk recently and that gave me a chance to pick up the beautifully bound, special edition of Palestine (Fantagraphics, 2007). Sacco is a reporter using the comic form. (In his talk, he stated that he preferred that term to graphic novel.) He puts himself into his reporting and this provides an illuminating, personal view of his visit to the Occupied Territories. Finally, there were two other new books that I really enjoyed but want to disclose that the authors are both friends of mine. M. Rickert doesn’t need me to recommend her first collection of stories, Map of Dreams—her recent World Fantasy Award wins should do better than I can—but really this collection of dark fantasy and horror is not to be missed. Christopher Barzak’s bittersweet and deeply moving novel, One for Sorrow, is also a debut and puts a new twist on both coming-of-age and ghost stories. Both are highly recommended.

Wendy Walker:

My reading is completely determined by what I am writing at the moment, either as contributing to it or affording escape from it. So my reading this year tended to fall along the fault line of what I intuited to be relevant to the origins of Gothic literature, and what could take me as far away from that subject as possible.

The following outstanding books contributed, directly or indirectly, to my understanding of Gothic:

Joan Dayan, Haiti, History and the Gods (history/anthropology)
Maria Edgeworth, Belinda (novel)
Rohan Kriwaczek, An Incomplete History of the Funerary Violin (alternative history)
Roy Heath, Kwaku, or The Man Who Could Not Keep His Mouth Shut (novel)
Ingeborg Bachmann, Last Living Words (fiction and poetry)
Eliot Weinberger, What Happened Here: Bush Chronicles (essays)
Elechi Amadi, The Concubine and The Great Ponds (novels)
Yashar Kemal, Memed, My Hawk (novel)
Ignazio Silone, Bread and Wine and Fontamara (novels)
Flora Tristan, Peregrinations of a Pariah (travel and memoir)
Greg Dening, Mr. Bligh’s Bad Language (history/cultural studies)
Tete-Michel Kpomassie, An African in Greenland (travel and memoir)

For escape I found the following books completely successful choices:

Torgny Lindgren, Light (novel)
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Living to Tell the Tale (autobiography)
Sigurd Hoel, The Road to the World’s End and The Troll Circle (novels)
Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe (novel)
Margaret Wertheim, A Field Guide to Hyperbolic Spaces (art/mathematics)
Olivier Cadiot, Colonel Zoo (novel)
Yuri Rytkheu, A Dream in Polar Fog (novel)
Philip Rawson, The Art of Tantra (art history)

In film the Gothic seems to be flourishing in documentary and semi-documentary form around the world. Here are some must-sees that fall into the unacknowledged genre I call “environmental/industrial Gothic”:

The Charcoal People
Iron Island
The Devil’s Miner
The Boys of Baraka
Turtles Can Fly
The Falls

and other Gothic:

The Magdalene Sisters
The Lives of Others
Tidelands
Osama (not about Osama bin Laden, but about a young woman who is a brilliant carpet weaver who must disguise herself as a man so she can support her family)
Magic

and others not Gothic but also great:

The Weeping Camel
The Cave of the Yellow Dog
I’m Not There

Thinking about Writing

My very long
review
of Samuel R. Delany's About Writing is up now at Strange Horizons.

The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Part 3: Cheryl Morgan and Cynthia Ward


To continue with our end-of-the-year reports---

Cheryl Morgan:
Best of 2007

This has been a strange year for me in that I’m suddenly no longer getting books several months before publication. Consequently I’ve been feeling rather behind. This hasn’t been helped by the fact that a whole pile of really good stuff came out in the US over the summer when I was stuck in the UK and unable to get hold of it. I’ve been reading frantically ever since I got back to California in October, but my “to read” pile still has a lot of very promising books in it. Thankfully I have read a lot, though not the 8 or so books I month I was reading for Emerald City, and many of them were very good.

Given that this article is for the Aqueduct blog, I guess I should start with books that address gender themes. First up is Mary Gentle’s Ilario (published as a single volume in the UK but as two in the US). A new book by Gentle is always very welcome, and this one centers on an intersex character. I’m very pleased about this, because intersex people get the rough end of just about everything and are still a very invisible minority. On the other hand, one reading of the book is that Gentle is setting up the intersexed Ilario as an example of a “legitimately” gender-confused character, as opposed to the transsexual Neferet who is portrayed as being “really” a gay man with pretensions. I really do hope that Gentle didn’t mean to do that.

Also on the gender bending front is Maledicte by Lane Robbins, a debut novel featuring a young street girl who disguises herself as a man to be with her lover who has recently been revealed as the bastard son of an earl. Robbins doesn’t make as much of the gender confusion as you might expect, but she does say a lot about the relative power of men and women at a (17th Century?) court.

Ian McDonald’s Brasyl is probably on many people’s SF top ten lists. It is certainly on mine. But how come almost none of the reviews mention the fact that the book’s hero is a bisexual transvestite? (Kudos to Gary Wolfe here for not dodging the issue.) And still with SF, Liz Williams’ Bloodmind continues the series she spun off from the PKD-nominated Ghost Sister. It is a UK-only publication, but well worth seeking out if you like feminist SF. (Read the 2006 book in the series, Darkland, first).

I’m very much looking forward to reading Kelley Eskridge’s Dangerous Space. And if you like Mars, I can also recommend Questors by Joan Lennon, a UK-published YA that features three kids: one boy, one girl, and one from a species that doesn’t acquire gender until puberty.

Finally, completely unrelated to SF, anyone with an interest in gender politics should get hold of a copy of Whipping Girl by Julia Serano, which is the best book on trans issues I have ever read.

Now for some light(-ish) entertainment. Justina Robson’s Quantum Gravity series (latest book: Selling Out) and Liz Williams’ Inspector Chin mysteries (Precious Dragon) are proving that you don’t have to lower your artistic standards when writing funny tales of adventure. I’d also like to recommend From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain by Minister Faust. Please don’t be put off by the cover. Just imagine a modern-day Watchmen written by a Canadian Lenny Henry with a passion for race politics.

There have been a lot of very good debut fantasy novels this year. Maledicte, mentioned above, is one. Not quite a debut, but very impressive indeed, is Ekaterina Sedia’s Secret History of Moscow. Quite apart from the inside knowledge of Russia and its history, Sedia manages to make Moscow sound like an outpost of Viriconium.

A much more traditional fantasy is Acacia by David Anthony Durham. The author has three successful military history novels under his belt, and his first foray into fantasy should go down well with those who like sweeping narratives and titanic battles (well, except for those who think that war is fun, glamorous and for boys only, all of which Durham takes issue with). Auralia’s Colors by Jeffrey Overstreet is much more in the modern fairy tale mould. Most reviewers seem to have missed it because is came from a Christian publishing house, but it is an excellent novel and not at all preachy. Finally on debuts there is Christopher Barzak’s One for Sorrow, which has been praised to the skies by just about everyone, and quite right too.

Still with fantasy, there are several series that I’m currently following. With The Broken Kings Rob Holdstock managed to bring his Merlin Codex to a mostly satisfactory conclusion. Paul Park’s The White Tyger is very much a move-the-plot-along book, and I’m very much looking forward to the finale. I’m currently half way through Daniel Abraham’s A Betrayal in Winter, which is every bit as good as the first volume of the Long Price Quartet. Abraham loves torturing his characters. If you like Dorothy Dunnett, give this series a try. And next up on my reading pile will be Cat Valente’s Cities of Coin and Spice, the sequel to the superb Tiptree-winning In the Night Garden.

This year’s World Fantasy Con saw a lot of attendees from Down Under, but two ladies who were not there are Elizabeth Knox (New Zealand) and Glenda Larke (Australia but currently resident in Malaysia). Knox’s Dreamquake concludes a fabulous YA duet that ought to have got much more attention than it did. Meanwhile Larke has finally got out-of-Australia publication for Heart of the Mirage, the first book in her Mirage Makers series. If you don’t think that it is possible to write feminist novels while working in formula fantasy, Larke will prove you wrong.

I don’t read many collections, but I’d like to make special mention of The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski. This Polish writer is a literary superstar in his own country. The collection, put out by Gollancz in the UK, is his first English-language publication, and it is very impressive.

I hope I don’t have to tell anyone here about Ellen Klages, but if you haven’t yet bought a copy of Portable Childhoods, please go and do so now.

I also don’t read a lot of art books or graphic novels, but again I want to make an exception for Alice in Sunderland by Bryan Talbot. Sadly I can’t think of any way in which it qualifies as SF or fantasy, so no award nominations from me, but it is a wonderful book and warmly recommended. Then there is The Arrival by Shaun Tan which, I’m pleased to see, is finally getting some notice now that it is available in the US. I expect it to be showered in awards next year.

I haven’t mentioned much SF so far, and to be honest I’m getting a little bit worried. There hasn’t been much good new SF of late. Karen Traviss’s Wess’har Wars series is still going strong with Ally, and Kathleen Ann Goonan’s In War Times is fascinating and very different. I have new books by Joe Haldeman, Charlie Stross and Mark Budz to read, but where is the throng of new SF writers to match the throng of new fantasy writers?

I have, of course, been saving a lot of the best books until last. Nalo Hopkinson’s The New Moon’s Arms is a very brave work. How she managed to make a rampantly homophobic character a sympathetic heroine is a mystery to me, but it works. Trust me. Also seemingly strange but working very well is Matt Ruff’s Bad Monkeys. If I tried to explain what it was about you wouldn’t believe me, and at least two secret societies would try to kill me.

A whole bunch of my favorite authors have produced new novels this year. Liz Hand’s Generation Loss, Gene Wolfe’s Pirate Freedom, and William Gibson’s Spook Country were all every bit as good as I have come to expect. Hand and Gibson are both drifting away from genre work in very different ways, but you can’t complain about the quality of their writing. Wolfe, entirely unexpectedly, has produced a short fun book inspired by Captain Jack Sparrow and his piratical antics, though Pirate Freedom is very much a typical Wolfe novel too (nor does it shirk from pointing out the stupidities of Hollywood pirates).

And now, as they say at the end of award ceremonies, for the Big One. My book of the year actually turned up in proof last year, but it is a 2007 publication and I expect it to walk away with next year’s World Fantasy Award. Please take a bow, Guy Gavriel Kay, and thank you for Ysabel.

But I do have one thing left to say. It will be the end of the year, or even January, when you are reading this. So if you need some exercise after the holiday indulgences sneak out to a bookstore and order a copy of Shadowbridge by Gregory Frost. It is due out in a week or two, and it is going to be one of the big splashes of 2008.




Cynthia Ward:
The Year in Review, or Not

Ms. Duchamp has asked Aqueduct Press authors for a list or discussion of what impressed us in 2007, but I'm not the best choice for that. Not a critic; don't own a TV; last movie I saw was 300 (politically and historically incorrect. Nice abs, though); only things I've read lately are for research, for friendship (critique drafts), or for money (review copies). Don't see where these reveal much about writers, though they may reveal that if you love to read for pleasure, you shouldn't take up writing.

Still, one novel I've reviewed for another site (which has not yet posted it) is worth discussing here.

Hope for Heterosexual Feminists: Sylvia Kelso's Amberlight

Early feminist SF works didn't give a reader faith in the future of male-female relationships. Suzy McKee Charnas's Walk to the End of the World (1974) and Motherlines (1978), and such James Tiptree, Jr. stories as "The Women Men Don't See" (1973), "Houston, Houston, Do You Read?" (1976), and "The Screwfly Solution" (1977), offered no possibility of men and women ever getting along. Joanna Russ's The Female Man (1975) portrayed men and women as condemned to a literal war between the sexes, while Sheri S. Tepper's The Gate to Women's Country (1988) saw men and women as biological enemies. Then there were the works in which all men had died off, and all women were as sexually pleased with this development as bivalves with the high tide.

Even male authors offered no hope for the heterosexual future. In Samuel R. Delany's Trouble on Triton: An Ambiguous Heterotopia (original title, Triton: An Ambiguous Heterotopia; 1976), a man became a woman, and still didn't understand women. Theodore Sturgeon's Venus Plus X (1960) postulated that both sexes had to be replaced with a new, hermaphroditic sex. John Wyndham's "Consider Her Ways" (1956) resolved the battle of the sexes with a perfect society born from the extinction of men.

Not exactly happy choices for women who enjoy fucking men.

I wonder if this is one reason why "paranormal romance"-style fantasy novels have become so popular. Female characters get to be the heroes, and they get to win great-looking guys who're great in bed.

That's the sort of novel I expected from Wildside's new imprint, Juno Books, which publishes "fantasy with a focus on the female." It's certainly what you get in their Carole Nelson Douglas release, Dancing With Werewolves (11/07), the first book of the Delilah Street, Paranormal Investigator series.

It's not what you get in Juno's next release, Australian writer Sylvia Kelso's Amberlight (12/07).

This novel is feminist SF.

Its title is derived from its setting, a city-state named for one aspect of the sentient alien stone, qherrique, which gives Amberlight its dominance among nations. In contrast to its qherrique-seeking, war-like, male-led neighbors, Amberlight is female-dominated, because only females can quarry qherrique.

The Head of one Amberlight House, Tellurith, finds a deathly-wounded mana foreigner, and perhaps an enemy agentin the streets of her city. She saves his life at the behest of qherrique and her own humane impulse. The brutal sexual assault has wrecked his body and mind, but as strength and memory return, Tellurith and Alkhes (as she names him) match wits‑-rapier sharp ones. Alkhes would make an extremely dangerous enemy. He also makes an extremely attractive man.

I suppose I've made it sound like Amberlight drifts into romance-novel territory. I don't know, having read all of two genre romances. Still, I know some articulate genre-romance fans, and I'm familiar with the romance elements that show up in all genres, from action-adventure to Western. And Amberlight makes me think Kelso has never even heard the name "Harlequin."

Amberlight has many strengths. The one I'll mention here is Kelso's beautiful, detailed style, which creates a complex mosaic of meaning and feeling, and characters of complex and contradictory depth. The style demands a careful reading. And, since you're reading it so closely, you'll only be more thoroughly shattered by a key incident. (I'm not going to give it away. You'll know what it is when you get there.)

That must sound grim. It is grim. But the novel ends on a note of hope for Tellurith and Alkhes, and for women and men. Including heterosexual feminists of both sexes.

And, oh, yeah. Amberlight is the best new fiction I've read in 2007.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Part 2: Eleanor Arnason, Carolyn Ives Gilman, and Rebecca Ore



The lists continue!

Eleanor Arnason:

What movies have I seen this year that I liked? Flushed Away by the Aardman Studio, famous for the Wallace and Grommet shorts. This is a full length movie, done by computer imaging rather than claymation: the story of an upper class rat, who discovers the world of working class rats in the sewers of London. It’s funny and sweet. I especially like the singing slugs.

V for Vendetta. I gather if you know the graphic novel, the movie seems not so hot. I liked it: stunning visuals and good English fascists. There were some logical gaps in the story, but I don’t think it is a movie about logic.

Paprika, a Japanese anime movie by Satoshi Kon about the relationship of dreams (andI thinkthe media) to reality. It’s amazing and hard to describe. You should see it.

Moving on to books, I love Liz William’s Detective Inspector Chen fantasies, which combine science fiction, police procedural and Chinese mythology. Precious Dragon is the third and published this year. I bought a lot of books in the WisCon dealers room and have been reading them since. My favorites (aside from the Liz Williams book) were Portable Childhoods by Ellen Klages and Dangerous Space by Kelley Eskridge.

I’ve been reading a fair amount of poetry, including The Fact of a Doorframe by Adrienne Rich and 22 from TOTU by John Calvin Rezmerski. People who go to WisCon will know John from the Lady Poetesses from Hell readings. 22 is a collection of poems that were published in Tales of the Unanticipated, our local SF magazine in the Twin Cities.

My current favorite works of nonfiction are Biology Under the Influence, Dialectical Essays on Ecology, Agriculture and Health by Richard Lewontin and Richard Levins and Cheap Motels and a Hot Plate by Michael D. Yates. The first sounds a bit stuffy, but I enjoyed it. In fact, I think I will reread it right now. The second is a tour of contemporary America by a left-wing economist from a working class background, who is spending his retirement traveling.

The war has been producing some good rock music. I especially like Living with War by Neil Young, Revival by John Fogerty, Magic by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, and Songs of Mass Destruction by Annie Lennox.

Finally, I recommend The Story of Stuff with Annie Leonard, which is on the Internet. It’s the story of modern capitalism, told in 20 minutes. Just Google the name, and you will get right to it.


Carolyn Ives Gilman:

I have very little time to read for pleasure; the only times in my life absolutely staked out for fun reading are in airports and hotel rooms, which puts a high premium on easy to pick up and distracting. Nevertheless, my definition of a good read is something that makes me grab my notebook (the one I always carry in my purse, along with the driver's license and credit card) and start scribbling. This year, the top three scribble sources in my life have been:

1. The New York Times. Anyone who can read the news these days without getting steamed up to write something is immune to outrage.

2. Slush piles. As a favor to friends, I from time to time read manuscripts submitted to workshops and magazines. While a lot of them are inexpertly written, I often find their ambition inspiring and their ideas refreshing. I would make a terrible editor; I rarely read a manuscript that doesn't have something redeeming about it. Usually it is some gem deeply buried in the dross, which the author is unaware of or uninterested in mining. "How would I write this story" is an irresistible exercise for me, although rarely helpful for the author, who is usually interested in something else altogether.

3. Science News. The world sure is a weird place. This little newsletter, which I have read religiously for thirty years, brings a new dose of boggling revelations to my door every week. Did you know that the bracts on pine cones are arranged in spirals that conform to the "golden ratio" of ancient Greek geometers? (Did you know that pine cone petals are called bracts?)


Rebecca Ore:

Books and Things Read in 2007

I think this is going to have to be favorite stuff, since I can remember things I read on line with more pleasure than most of the books I’ve read.The three most intriguing books I’ve read in the last year or so were 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus, by Charles C. Mann, After the Ice: A Global Human History 20,000-5000 BC by Steven Mithen, and The Nature of Paleolithic Art (Hardcover) by R. Dale Guthrie.


Of the three, Guthrie’s book cuts through the sentimentalizing of the past so common in most discussions of the Ice Age. He’s a biologist and a hunter and knows his mammoths from the carcasses that thaw out of Alaskan tundra permafrost. As a bowhunter, he immediately knew the catalogues that sold the contemporary equivalents of arrow straighteners which many scholars who’d never shot anything assumed were symbolic objects. Guthrie says the art was adolescent play. He points out that the later variants of exploring adolescents who he believes made the art in the first place discovered most of the caves. He doesn’t destroy the poetry. It’s a different poetry, the poetry of thinking about skills visually, of rehearsing in art what scares, what the artist is trying to master. Adolescents in our culture do a different art, but I’ve seen photographs of graffiti that were as elaborate as anything painted in the caves. Guthrie also looks at the whole of the activity and points out that for every art book masterpiece, there were hundreds of sketches, botched work, and even vandalism of earlier works. Way cool -- a wonderful corrective for the accounts of Paleolithic art by non-hunters and non-biologists.

1491 covers the Americas from the Paleolithic on, mostly the couple of centuries before European diseases devastated civilizations we didn’t meet because Eurasian bacteria and viruses destroyed up to 90% of the native populations before the white people got to see them. The book covers the weirdness of the Incas and mentions in passing the women who spoke for the ones who were dead but still rulers and not really dead in native terms (agriculture tends to make people weird). The Mayan priests knew what their racket was and shocked the Spanish priests who really didn’t think the whole thing was about manipulating the poor. And so forth.

Mithen’s book would have been helped if he hadn’t framed it with a time-travelling point of view character. The archeological research is sound; the framing device made me grit my teeth. Use it as a guide to current work in various parts of the world.


The rest of my reading this year has been on-line communities. One that’s currently holding my interest is the International Falconry Forum. What’s intriguing about this one is the range of people who train and fly birds of prey, and the arguments the British traditionalists get into with the Texas dirt hawkers who use inverted Rubbermaid trash bins as giant hoods for their jack-rabbit killing hawks. The forum participants range in writing ability, but some of them, particularly Tasha55403’s account of her Passage NA Gos 07, are fascinating (Tasha is also an excellent photographer).

The whole phenomenon of Internet communities has eaten a lot of time, gotten me a new job and share in a house in the Northern Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC, and inspired a series of stories based on amateur slash usage of professional fiction.

I think we’re just beginning to explore the Paleoelectric.

Monday, December 17, 2007

The Pleasures of Reading, Viewing, and Listening in 2007, Part 1: Nicola Griffith and Cat Rambo



Let the lists begin!


Nicola Griffith:

"Lists and essays can include every sort of text," Timmi saidand I'm going to interpret that broadly, starting with music. Early this year, my publicist at Riverhead set up a MySpace page for my new Aud novel, Always. The music she picked to play when the profile page opened was "Girlshapedlovedrug" by Gomez. It's a bouncy little tune, but what caught me was the lyrics:

She’s a wicked girl/Worst in all the world/A mystery lies in her/She spends her days/ In a violent rage/Try as I might I love her.

I was struck by the notion that lyrics like that for a pop tune (and it aspires to be nothing else) would not have worked ten years ago: a woman, a "girlshapedlovedrug who messes with your mind," who is dangerous and unpredictable but with whom the singer is nonetheless helplessly in love. It was a lovely discovery; women are taking up more roles in the pop culture world, something beyond the old virgin/whore, goddess/crone dyads. Oh, and another Gomez track, "How We Operate," is a haunting, addictive piece with banjo and mandolin. Download those two tracks and have fun.

Once Riverhead had my MySpace page set up, I couldn't help putting one up myself for which I had to put together a whole playlist for my profile. I began to listen to old favourites with attention, and fell in love all over again with Nina Hagen and Marianne Faithfull, the transgressive babes of the early eighties. Faithfull's "Why d'ya Do It?" (on Broken English) was like nothing I'd ever heard in my life: rage directed at a boyfriend for fucking another woman, full of words I'd never heard a woman use in song before: cunt, snatch, cock, dick, pussy, bitch. Although the rage is nominally directed at the man, the double focal points of the song are two women. And the rage isn't hissy, or venomous, or catty, it's volcanic. Then there's Nina Hagen's NunSexMonkRock, performance art in German-in-LA rock clothes. Hagen barks like a dog, acts out the part of a pig-herder possessed by demons shouting at Jesus, and froths at the mouth as a mad-dog Soviet radio propagandist. Unlike every other singer of the seventies and eighties she is wholly unconcerned with her image as a sexual object. It's thrilling music, angry, dissonant, and definitely before its time.

The new novel I'm working on, a big historical set in seventh century Britain, has led me to discover the wonderful world of early medieval bloggery. My three favorite online resources are Heavenfield, a blog, The Heroic Age, an online journal (both founded by Michelle Zeigler) and The Medieval Review, a moderated disribution list. It was from reviews, articles, and conversations on these lists that I found incredible, novel-altering non-fiction, such as The Etymologies of Isidore of Seville, a new translation by Barney, Lewis, Beach & Berghof from CUP. This book made me fall in love with Latin all over again. It made me laugh. It made me marvel (that one man sought to codify what was known to be known in the 6th C). The translation (and book designall those typefaces) is a tour-de-force. It's a real window into early medieval pedagogy, and it's made me rethink the education of my viewpoint character, Hild. (Hild has got to be the mostnot one of the most, but the mostfascinating historical figure not yet fictionalized. This book excites me so much I tremble. I can hardly stand it.) Another book that made me tear up and rethink my seventh century was Cloth and Clothing in Early Anglo-Saxon England, by Penelope Walton Rogers. Did you know that at least sixty percent of women's time in the seventh century would have been spent on textile production? Nor did I. But it's a fact that changes everything. And it led to some serious fun with words: I ended up inventing a wholly new social concept concerning the relationships women formed as weaving teams, and repurposed an Anglo-Saxon word, gemæcca, to describe it. Writing this novel is beginning to feel like writing science fiction. My face is beginning to hurt from smiling so much.

One more non-fiction journal that's delighted me this year: The Economist. It's unswervingly funny, incisive, and beautifully designed. It's the best magazine in the world. Their website is finally catching up to its potential, too. Give it whirl.

The world of television has been a bit disappointing this year. The Sopranos, frankly, sucked. I hate, loathe, and detest ambiguous endings; they smack of lack of courage and indecision. They're cheap and infuriating. I think David Chase made a grave error. Given that ending I certainly won't be shelling out for the series on DVD. Lost seemed to be disappearing up its own fundament. Heroes degenerated; the first few episodes this season were unbelievably badfull of 'As you know, Bob' dialogueand if you're going to dilute the tension by splitting the action into two strands, the writing has to really shine. The Bionic Woman was boring. Pushing Daisies was so mannered I found it unwatchable. Then there was Battlestar Galactica: Razor. It was nicely written, well-acted, and I love BSG the series. (What's not to love? It has jokes, and sex, and battles. What a blast!) But it felt...thin. And there's the whole problematic powerful-evil-women-are-lesbians paradigm. I still enjoyed it, though; I'm still wriggling at the thought of the new series next yearassuming the writers' strike doesn't take that off the table. But that's too depressing to think about. One consistent cause for optimism has been Dexter: it's funny, appalling, the characters are consistent, and the stories follow clean, clear arcs. You can tell it's adapted from a series of novels by Jeff Lindsay; it makes sense.

Most of the novels I read this year were re-reads. Lots of old favorites like The Blue Sword (Robin McKinley) and Fire From Heaven (Mary Renault). But I also read McKinley's Dragonhaven which, while not entirely satisfactoryit was intensely claustrophobic; it had to be, given the subject matterstill deserves a place on this year's Tiptree honor roll. I've never before seen a boy go through the horrors and stress as well as joy of motherhood. McKinley's willingness to Really Go There continues to astonish me.

I'm going to finish where I started, with music. "Faster Kill Pussycat" by Paul Oakenfold (featuring Brittany Murphy). A woman singing to a woman, 'I think I'm losing control/you turn me on/you know you're turning me on' with a great video and hip-shaking beat, and all sung by the woman who voiced Gloria, the love interest in Happy Feet. It's addictive. Don't say I didn't warn you.


Cat Rambo:

Several story collections stood out for me this year. One was Kelley Eskridge's Dangerous Space, which was solid and full of good stuff, while another was Susan Palwick's The Fate of Mice. I heard Palwick read from Shelter at WisCon last May and immediately added her to my to-read listI'm looking forward to continue exploring what she's written so far.


Daniel Abraham's fantasy novel A Shadow in Summer blew me away, as did Justina Robson's Living Next Door to the God of Love. Joe Hill's Heart-Shaped Box was a terrific read, although a wee bit skimpy towards the end. Sarah Monette's The Virtu lived up to its predecessor, Melusine. Ekaterina Sedia's The Secret History of Moscow was a wonderful read, and a good accompaniment to Sergei Lukyanenko's Nightwatch trilogy. Those are older books, but the release of the first two movies based on them makes it worth mentioning that the films may be significantly more comprehensible if you've read the books first. Jo Walton released the follow-up to her terrific alternative history, Farthing, Ha’penny.


I have always loved good swords and sorcery, and I was pleased to find Charles Saunders' Imaro and Imaro 2 from Nightshade Books. They're a pleasant re-visit to territory that Robert E. Howard made familiar, made fresher by a non-white hero.


I went on a spree of reading superhero-inspired fiction earlier this year that was spurred in part by Austin Grossman's Soon I Will Be Invincible. Of the various books I read, a stand-out was Karma Girl by Jennifer Estep (yay for superhero chick lit!)


Best of the books about writing was Samuel R. Delany's About Writing, although some of that was familiar stuff that had appeared earlier. But the repeated stuff also happened to be some of things most worth impressing at some deep, unconscious level, so I don't know that it's possible to read it too often.


I'm more of a gamer than a film-goer, and I would mention games of interest, but in general the gaming world continues to frustrate me. I play World of Warcraft despite some things, but my heart grieves to see their latest, very funny set of commercials not feature a single woman. The latest Civ expansion adds one female-led civilization and continues to ignore some of the leaders they could be including. The release of one game, Assassin's Creed, marred by the company's attempt to capitalize on the producer's youth and femininity, has led to yet another ugly episode showcasing the industry's sexism. Maybe that'll change in 2008, but I'm not holding my breath.


Mystery in Cyberspace

Would someone, please, answer me this: why does Mozilla Thunderbird refuse to deliver an email message with a URL to a review on The Fix? Actually, though it refused on my laptop, it then crashed my desktop. (Not only that, I had to unplug my computer for ten minutes before I could get it to reboot: nothing else-- including turning it off and then on-- would work.) Thunderbird delivered the identical message, sans url, without fuss. The url looks perfectly ordinarily... Are there urls that are poison to browsers? Does anyone know what could be going on here? (And would anyone like to experiment with their browser, to see if it's something weird in my account settings?)

The review, by the way, is of Vandana Singh's Conversation Pieces volume, Of Love and Other Monsters. Micahel Fay writes: "Of Love and Other Monsters recalls for me Samuel R. Delany’s Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand. [...] Singh writes with a beautiful clarity. Each character is sharply drawn, and the inevitability of the story pulls the reader headlong with it—helped by a compelling sparseness of prose. Nothing unneeded is written, leaving Of Love and Other Monsters with an incredible tightness that is rarely seen even in the best of today’s modern short fiction."

Of course it could just be the way Mozilla Thunderbird interacts with both of my computers. (I have other problems with Thunderbird, you understand, that no one else I know seems to have.) I sometimes think that software interactions resemble medication interactions & responses: you never know when a compatibility problem might crop up.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Year-end Lists: coming soon!

A couple of weeks ago I sent out a call to friends and authors of Aqueduct, asking them to report on their favorite books, film, and music of the year, and over the last few days the lists have been streaming into my email box. What a pleasure it is to me, seeing how wide and varied these lists are!

Is there not a trace of voyeurism in that pleasure? Getting a peek at others' pleasure when their lists offer more than a rubber-stamp endorsement of the quasi-official lists informing us of what we should be reading and viewing? But beyond that, many of the lists will be coming from writers. And since I recently reviewed Samuel R. Delany's About Writing for Strange Horizons (the review to be posted on Wednesday), when I see writer's reading lists I can't help but recall the importance Delany places on what writers read for how and what writers write.

I'll begin posting the lists soon, probably tomorrow.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Fantastic Women

After several days of staying in with a miserable cold, I ventured out into the rain today to University Bookstore and came home with a copy of the "Fantastic Women" issue of Tin House (Vol. 9, Number 1). The cover displays a stunning painting by Julie Heffernan, and the ToC includes work by some of my favorite writers. You'll find stories by Judy Budnitz. Mary Caponegro, Rikki Ducornet, Shelley Jackson, Stacey Levine, Kelly Link, Lydia Millet, and several others.

Editor Rob Spillman writes:

The daughters of Franz Kafka and Mary Shelley, the Brothers Grimm and Angela Carter, these inventive, insightful writers steep their realistic narratives in a heady portion of surreal and macabre black comedy.

[...] Why women? Well, frankly, it seems more and more women writers are creating work that not only pushes the envelope, but fold realistic fiction into an origami dragon. They are transporting us into worlds we've never seen before and, forgive the generalization, digging deeper into the psychic bedrock than their male counterparts.

As Ursula K. Le Guin says, "We are volcaones. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains."

That just what we wanted: new maps.

Yum yum.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Speculating Gender: an Interview with Kelley Eskridge


by Jesse Vernon

The captivating stories in Kelley Eskridge’s Dangerous Space were my gateway into the wonderful world of Aqueduct Press. A good pal of mine, who works at Bailey-Coy Books in Seattle, handed me a copy and insisted I read it immediately. Being a former bookseller, the first place I glanced was the copyright page to discover the publisher. I was delightedly surprised to find that not only was the publisher local, but focused on feminist science fiction. I’ve been a feminist since I understood what that meant and an avid reader since the age of three but only newly converted to the worlds of sci-fi and even more recently to the genre of speculative fiction.

After re-emerging from this collection of literally personified cities, gender queering actors, and music that flows through your body and encircles your heart, I emailed L. Timmel Duchamp, one of the editors at Aqueduct. Though I had dabbled in editing throughout college and worked at a bookstore for a couple years after, I have only begun to come to terms with my need to be constantly surrounded by books. So I asked if could help out at all and here I am, the new editorial assistant at Aqueduct.

The following interview was conducted for the upcoming release of The Aqueduct Gazette. Throughout the many enthralling dimensions of Dangerous Space, the character Mars was particularly intriguing to me. Three of the seven stories in this collection are told from Mars’ point of view. They are tales of tangible desire, theatrical visions becoming real, tumbling bodies, and creative collaboration rife with tension and connection. After the individual publication of some of the Mars stories (most of them have been published individually, the oldest dating back to 1990), a peculiar thing started happening in reviews. Some reviewers used the pronoun “he” for Mars, while others used “she.” You see, Mars, being the first-person narrator, never uses a third-person pronoun as a self-reference. And none of the other characters explicitly say, “Mars, you are a man” or “Mars, you are a woman.” But very few people picked up on this fact until the publication of Dangerous Space, when Kelley began discussing this aspect of the stories in her publicity materials. So, I had the opportunity to sit down with Kelley over a pint and ask her some questions about gender as well as other experiences that had influenced her telling of these stories. The following is that conversation.

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How has your own experience with gender/your gender identity influenced your writing? And conversely, how has the creative space of speculative fiction influenced your experience of gender (your own or others’) in everyday life?

I see them as an endless feedback process. So my response is a) not so much and b) completely. What I write comes from who I am, and to me almost everything is an issue of identity. It's why all my stories start with character and build out from there.

So, I’m intensely interested in notions of identity. But I don’t go through the world thinking of myself as a woman, or as white, or as 47, or as…I don’t know, fill in the blank. I think of myself as Kelley. I identify as a writer, and as Nicola’s partner, although I don’t necessarily identify myself as a lesbian.

Uh-huh.

In fact I don’t identify as a lesbian. I’m bisexual and that’s how I identify myself when I find it necessary, which is very rarely because who cares?

(laughing)

I believe, for writers or readers, fiction informs identity. We look for text that interests or challenges us, that we connect with in some particular way. We look for things that tell us stories about what we long to be or what we’re afraid to be.

My parents were activists in the south during the civil rights era, including helping black activists get out of Florida when things got a little too hot. So we always had people in and out of the house – black, white, gay, straight, rich, poor, people who owned slum tenant houses, and the people that lived in them, sometimes at the same party. I knew black men who spoke seven languages and white girls with dreadlocks who were always stoned out of their minds. So my notions of identity in general were pretty flexible.

All the stories that I loved as a child were stories specifically about girls who did transgressive things – things that girls in the 1960s in Florida certainly didn't do. Girls didn’t dress up as boys and take off across the English moors, or run around the neighborhood and spy on their neighbors. The whole list of things that girls didn’t do was a very long one. I loved those transgressive books. The first story I ever tried to write was about girls having adventures.

Gender is a completely real thing in the world. The world is gendered; culture has notions of gender that limit both men and women. The culture is very confused about differences between gender, sexual expression, biological identity, etc. I wish people well if they want to struggle with those distinctions, but I tend to take people as I find them. I hope I make fewer assumptions than I used to.

Because I had confused you with someone else that I had met, when we continued exchanging email and arranged this meeting, I had no idea whether you were a woman or a man because your name is gender neutral.

Yeah, I thought about that.

I imagined you both ways and I just thought, well, we’ll see. It’s not important for the purpose of the conversation. It’ll just be interesting to see who you are, and your biological identity will be a part of that.

Uh-huh. Context.

So, I had early exposure to the idea that identity is fluid and that, in fact, culture doesn’t determine identity. People can step outside the lines of what’s acceptable or what’s appropriate in their own culture. And when I started reading science-fiction and speculative fiction in particular, that was reinforced in many, many ways. Speculative fiction is the perfect territory for anybody who wants to explore the power of difference and it’s fertile ground for any writer who enjoys metaphor the way I do. I like to say that speculative fiction is the place where we can make metaphor concrete. I don’t have to be J.D. Salinger and write from the perspective of an alienated youth, I can write about real aliens if I want to. I can put the reader into the head of the alien or the head of the person who represents the norm, or I can even turn all those paradigms on their head.

I started seeing [authors doing this] – and I saw all kinds of [it], because I read everything: Heinlein, Marge Piercy, Joanna Russ, Suzy Charnas, Vonda MacIntyre, Ursula Le Guin, the list goes on – and I thought, well this is amazing. It made me understand that in the same way it was possible, although not always easy, to step outside the boundaries of cultural identity, it was also possible, although not necessarily easy, to step outside the boundaries of "literature" [said with a British accent].

Uh-huh.

I was at dinner recently with some friends, one of whom had read Dangerous Space and one of whom had not. And the person who had not read the collection couldn’t understand the fact that Mars is not gendered as a character. And said to me “But…but…but…whether someone’s male or female is the first thing we notice. The first thing we ask about a baby is, you know, is it a boy or a girl. And if you’re going to meet someone you want to know, if you can’t tell from the name, is it a man or woman. How can you possibly create a setting or a situation in which none of those cues…where people don’t talk to someone as if they’re a man or a woman? When it's so important! How can you do that?!” [This person was] pounding on the table and I finally got a little irritated and said, “This is speculative fiction – I can do whatever I want.”

Exactly! (laughing) That's great. It's perfect.

And then we changed the subject…

These things go deep.

They do go deep. I understand that there are folk in the world who walk around with biology and gender so closely intertwined for them that they are inseparable. I know it’s true, but I don’t get it. I don’t have a hard time imagining a fictional character doing that, but I certainly have a hard time imagining me doing it. And I have a lot of behavior and presentation that people will regard as gendered – my hair is colored, my body is waxed, I wear make-up when I go out for nice dinners. I do that stuff. And I’ve also been through significant periods in my life where I did none of those things – I had very short hair and wore big boots and had my labrys and shocked the hell out of everybody in Atlanta with my hairy legs. But I didn’t do that to shock them and I don’t do this to pass. I do what I want. I do what feels good to me and what I think best expresses me. So I don’t have a problem with people having a gender or expressing gender along expectation lines. I think people should do what they want and be who they are.

That's one of the biggest myths about feminism, which I've never understood – that feminism calls for androgyny or that feminism is against any gender expression. I've never understood that misconception. It's about choice.

Exactly. It's about informed choice.

Yes, exactly.

You’ve said elsewhere that some readers view Mars as a puzzle to solve, as if somewhere, hidden within mannerisms and conversations, is an authentic gender identity. You’ve responded saying,

By refusing to create a gender context for Mars, and by doing my best to remove any cues in the story that support assumptions about Mars' gender, I was trying to create a character whose experience any reader might be willing to access. It's too easy for people who subscribe to expected gender norms to then use gender as a way of denying that a certain experience is possible to them.*

Will you explain more of this process? Are there many subconscious cues that you find yourself including when writing a gendered character? Intentional cues that you add later to gender a character? Like, when you wrote Mars, did you need to later go back and take things out that might gender Mars? What was that process?

I’m hearing it as a two-part question, so let me answer the first part first.

Definitely.

The conversation with my friend at dinner brought home for me in a very real way how much we – the cultural ‘we’, the generic ‘we’ as readers – want to hang labels on characters. We want to codify a character so that we understand how to respond to that person, so that we understand whether that person is being appropriate or inappropriate, if they’re being a rebel or if they’re going right along the party line, etc. And I get that. That’s what we do. Human beings make assumptions about the world in order to get through the day. But it's too easy for people to conflate cultural expectation and human possibility.

I believe no emotional experience or human intention is denied to anyone because biologically they’re female. I probably will never have a morning erection, but that’s a biological experience that’s hard-wired into the body, the same way that most men will never have the experience of menstruation. (I say “most” because I like to leave a little door open…) My ability to be human isn't compromised by my chromosomal make-up. I don’t think anybody's is.

I had an experience when I was in my twenties and living in Chicago. A man I worked with asked, “What are you doing for your vacation?” and I said, “Well, I’m going to drive to Florida to see my mom.” He said, “You can’t do that.” I just didn’t understand. I said, “What do you mean?” And he said, “You can’t do that, it’s dangerous.”

So I said, “Of course I can,” and he said, “No, you can’t,” and I finally just had to say, “Watch me” and get in my car and drive to Florida. This was one of my first direct encounters with the idea that somehow because women didn’t do ‘x’ that I was literally incapable of doing it.

I had another of these conflation experiences with a very lovely, very religious, straight woman who told me that she had gotten to grips with the fact that my partner was a woman, and didn't hold it against me, but she was so sorry that I could never have children. And I said, “Well, thanks, and you rock, but this part of my body works fine. If I want to have children there are many ways in which I can.” And I could literally see her brain rearranging itself – because for her it was an absolute truth that if there was no man involved in a romantic way, then I couldn’t have children.

So, my process with Mars is to not get into those kinds of conversations. I create a context where people are accepted for their skill or talent, for fitting in to the world in which they find themselves. They're not accepted because they conform to cultural expectations of men and women, per se, but because they meet the cultural expectation of Can you do your job? Can you hold your own? Can you be with us? That’s how I’ve always approached my own personal experience, so being able to do it for Mars is a joy – to find the reality in which it really doesn’t make sense to spend a lot of time having gender-norming conversations.

Honestly, the hardest part of writing Mars is when there’s any kind of sex involved. And mostly that’s just a question of not naming body parts: of focusing on emotional responses to sex, or finding the ways of describing the physical experience that don’t turn into gendered cues. So we don’t talk about breasts, we don’t talk about penises.

I really believe that human experience is possible to everybody. If a human being does something, it’s a human thing to do and it’s possible to any of us. It just is. I resist notions of norming, that there’s this group of us who are normal and then there are all these other people who aren’t. The human pond is big, and I think it ought to be. I think that we’re all swimming together here. And that’s the pond I’m trying to swim in with Mars – the human pond, where the point is “What kind of person, what kind of human being does it take to have the experiences that create this story?”

And it doesn’t matter what kind of body the character is wearing. We all live in our bodies, absolutely, but the big moments in life – love, death, sex, joy, fear, loss, being given everything you’ve ever wanted – those moments of feeling too big for the world or feeling too small for the world – those are all human moments. And it doesn’t matter whether we are a boy or a girl. Everybody feels those things.

So writing Mars is not that hard to do. I appreciate when reviewers talk about the skill or the difficulty, but for me it’s really not that hard. It’s just a question of balancing. In “Dangerous Space” in particular, which is the longest of the Mars stories, I made a very deliberate effort to balance anything that might lead people down a gendered path. So, for example, Mars is introduced as a sound engineer. That’s a typically male profession. But at the same time that we learn this about Mars, we also see Mars being attracted to a man on the stage...a rock-and-roll singer, so everybody assumes a boy/girl dynamic and now maybe Mars is a woman. Except then we see Duncan Black [the rock star] kissing a man as well as a woman, so now who the hell knows what’s going on? Mars is a character who ends up against a wall with a man’s hand in his or her pants at one point, and has a bar fight at another. So now do you hang a male tag or a female tag on this person, based on your own experience of the world? Based on my experience of the world, I can see it going either way. That’s really how it is for me.

And it’s not a game. It’s not a game. There is no right answer except that Mars is human. And hopefully anybody who is adventurous can slip into Mars’ skin for the duration of the story and just feel what it’s like to go there.

Yeah, that was, in some ways, the experience that I had reading these stories. And now I'm understanding it a lot more because it's not necessarily absence of markers, it's balance...or this amazing...I can't quite figure out the word. This wonderful confusion. Confusion without any negative connotation. Like this great freedom of humanity.

It's absolute freedom.

Because it's that back-and-forth, back-and-forth and if you keep searching for [gender markers], then you find that you have to step away and just experience [the story] and not be like [making air tally marks] tally, tally, tally.

If people are consciously searching for cues throughout the story, then either the reader is really not the right reader for my work, or I haven't done a good enough job as a writer. The reader ought to be pulled right into the story and go there with Mars. And based on how the reader is choosing to read Mars, at some point they’ll come up against a place in the story where they go, “Whoa...whoa, okaaay.” But hopefully, if I’ve done my job right, they’ll just go with it because they are already connected to Mars on an emotional level, a human level, that has very little to do with, “Well, a boy wouldn’t do this” or “A girl wouldn’t do that.”

What other kinds of feedback have you received about the perceived gender (or lack thereof) of Mars?

People simply read the character however they want, as male or female. And proceed from there to look at the more obvious explorations of gender or contravening of gender convention. In the first Mars story [“And Salome Danced”], the antagonist literally changes gender in the beginning of the story, so reviewers focused on that and were interested in the fact that no political point was made about it. In “Eye of the Storm,” Mars is part of a group of four people who are all fighters, men and women who sexually pair off with each other in whatever combination they happen to. The assumption in the world-building is that this is common; nobody makes any remark about it. Feedback often focuses on that, and also on the coupling of sexual expression with violence and aggression – which I think is why most people assume that Mars is a man in that story. As if a woman is incapable of being violent and finding violence sexually exciting. Go figure.

I want my stories to be emotional experiences for people. I want them to fall in love with the characters and care about what happens to them. I would love nothing better than to have readers leave the Mars stories with a sense that some space inside them is opened up a little bit more. Something that says, “Well, okay, if I’m a woman reading this story and Mars is a woman, what does that mean for me? If I’m a man reading this story and Mars is a man, what does that mean for me? How could I bring that character into my world and into my identity?” I would like nothing better than to touch people that way.

How has creating Mars affected the way that you gender the rest of your characters?

I’m not really sure that it has. Mars is the only character with whom I consciously check for gender cues. I’m very happy writing about characters who have gender identities and who are gendered in their behaviors in ways that are appropriate, or not, to their biological sex or class or race or age.

We’re skirting the edges now of a question that Timmi [L. Timmel Duchamp] asked me. I’m paraphrasing now, probably reducing it a little bit more than she would, but it's the question of whether or not a writer writes in a gendered voice. She talked about quotes from both [Joanna] Russ and [James] Tiptree[, Jr.] which had to do with writing more truthfully by finding a “male” voice, given the time and place in which they were writing, and who they were as people. Timmi asked about my response to that. And my response is that I acknowledge that gender has a huge influence on the way that we respond to each other. Gender expectations and the choice to conform or not to conform to those expectations is a decision that affects everyone who makes it in one way or another.

But, having said all that, it’s not important to me as an "issue." I don’t write about issues or themes. I don’t write about gender. I don’t write about politics. I write about people. Everything to me is character and that character’s human experience in the world. If that experience is gendered, then that’s what I write, but I’m not interested in educating anybody about anything. I will leave that to people who are better equipped to do it. I find theme fiction uninteresting to read, and I don’t write it because I don’t know how to shape a character to the needs of cultural debate. I do know how to articulate the layers of debate that go on within our private selves. That’s what I do.

I don’t worry about gender role of characters being correct or incorrect. I don’t feel a lot of responsibility or compunction to explain why character are or are not acting "masculine" or "feminine," and I don’t feel any need to apologize. As long as it’s understandable in the context of what the character is experiencing, then it should work. And if it doesn’t, then that’s my failure as a writer.

The next fiction project that I’m working on, probably my project for next year, will probably be a young adult novel.

Cool.

Those years are so much about identity and fluidity. And worrying, of course, about what’s appropriate because that’s a huge time of being subjected to peer pressure. And at the same time, it’s also understood that in high school there will always be people who fall outside of what’s expected. You have the example of difference all around, people trying on different sets of images. I’m interested in exploring that in ways that are both very gendered and very much not gendered.

Wow, that sounds really exciting. I love young-adult novels.

I'm really excited about it.

Have you ever heard of Born Confused?

No...

It's a really good young adult novel by Tanuja Desai Hidier. It's about an Indian-American girl that grows up in northern New York state and her best friend is this skinny beautiful white girl – it's all about growing up and dealing with her family and different cultures. It's amazing. The epigraph is by Nietzsche. It's a really rich young-adult novel. It was one of my favorite books to recommend [while working at a bookstore].

I love young adult novels; I've been reading a huge amount of them. There's a novel called Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson…

I remember seeing the cover.

An amazing book about – and I'm not really spoiling it because it becomes pretty clear early on – a girl coming into high school who has been raped at a party and can't talk about it. She doesn't know how speak about it. Now there's a gendered experience. Anderson does an amazing job of writing a girl's story, and at the same time she's anybody. I have to believe that any man who loves character-based fiction who read Speak would identify with the experience of being hurt in a way that he couldn't talk about – because it was too unexpected or frightening and it turned the world inside-out.

It goes right back to what you were saying earlier about what it means to be human. That's exciting. ::sigh:: I just want to read all the time.

So, going back to the idea of conflations: many people tend to conflate sex, gender identity, gender expression and sexual orientation – i.e., a biological male will necessarily identify as a man and will necessarily be ‘masculine’ and therefore attracted to women. Your characters tend to challenge these assumptions across various lines of identity. Can you talk more about encountering these assumptions (in readers and perhaps yourself) and what it’s like to play with those boundaries?

Boy, it's a big question.

Some of us like to live out on the edge, but most of us, I think, like to operate from our zones of comfort, and categorization of other humans is a very comfortable thing to do because then we know how we’re supposed to behave with them.

I found pretty early on in my own life that I got tired of people making assumptions. I got tired of people assuming that because I didn’t have a boyfriend, I was a lesbian. I got tired of my lesbian friends assuming that because I didn’t have a girlfriend, I was straight. I spent a lot of time alone before I met Nicola, so I got very tired of people assuming that I must feel lonely. Sometimes I was, and sometimes I really wasn’t. I found out that making assumptions about what people will or won’t do with their feelings or their bodies is pretty much a fool’s game. It really is. Because we never know. If we’re open at all to the world, we just don’t know what we’ll do. It’s nice to have rules and feel safe and to have a sandbox within which we play, but I’ve learned that most of those limitations are self-imposed. If one were going to characterize my life, one way to characterize it would be that I have crossed categories in so many ways. I’ve jumped [economic] class. I’ve been identified as straight, as lesbian, as bisexual. I like to drink beer in pubs and very expensive wine. I travel well between various cultural groups – I’m good at picking up cues, and at participating as fully as I can within different cultures. And because that’s been my personal experience, I tend to write about people who do that. Because I think it’s fun.

So what’s it like to blur those boundaries? It’s fun. It’s exciting. It’s freeing. It feels naughty sometimes. It feels transgressive. And I like being transgressive. And I don’t do it for its own sake, but if I can be myself and raise someone's eyebrow, that’s fine with me. I enjoy confounding people’s expectations. And I hope I’m enough of a grown-up that I won’t just do it for its own sake, but I also hope I’m enough of a grown-up to say, “Yes, this is who I am right now. This is what it is.” And to no longer feel compelled to apologize. And so I’m having enormous fun with my fiction – to cross boundaries, to push back on assumptions.

I’m writing a commercial script right now, and Hollywood’s very, very, very antediluvian about these things. It’s just astonishing to me, actually. I’m working very closely with a producer who I really like. We have an intense creative relationship, and I’ve learned so much from him. He, and the people who read for him and give him feedback, have some very serious notions about what men do and what women do, especially in the movies. It's been interesting to push back on these boundaries with him, and the thing I like about him is that he listens.

An example of this is: I wrote a scene in which a woman is arguing with her boyfriend, trying to make a point that’s important to her, a point of identity, a point of self. The feedback I got from my producer was, “Well, the readers think she’s awfully tough and aggressive, and he seems a little weak. So maybe we can have him have the last word or tell her strongly to calm down.” And I said, “Okay, let me just make sure that I understand correctly. You’re saying that it’s okay for him to yell at her, but it’s not okay for her to yell at him?” There’s was a silence on the phone, and he said, “Huh, point taken. Never mind.” And off we went to the next thing.

That's great. That's a good producer.

It is great and it's why I like working with him.

I wasn’t writing a scene where a woman was being aggressive, I was writing a scene where a person was pissed off at another person. And then here come these assumptions about gender… I thought, okay, I’m not going to have the gender argument. I’m not going to say, “A woman can do anything she wants.” I’m going to say, “Are you telling me that it’s okay for one human being to do something but not another? Because you’re going to have to help me understand why this is the case.”

I like that approach. It seems that initially he or the readers saw it as you being the one that gendered [the situation]. And to pull that back on him, ya know?

Exactly. I'm sure they think I'm this right-on lesbian feminist writer pounding the table… I've tried to explain over and over again that I have no agenda about this. I need the character to be strong because she's the hero of the movie. She needs to act like a hero. Another one of my arguments when we get into these conversations is to say, “Okay if this were Tom Cruise in this role, wouldn't you expect him to do something like this? So why can't this character do it if she's the hero?”

I’m just not interested in fighting for “the cause.” I would rather model the behavior.

It sounds like everything that you do is really grounded in experience – personal experience and, more generally, human experience.

Personal experience is the wellspring of identity. I grew up relatively poor. I grew up as an only child. I grew up in a house where all different kinds of people were welcome based on who they were as people, how they behaved, what they did, what they brought with them, and it wasn’t about anything else. I learned pretty early on about the effects of racism because the little girl whose grandmother lived across the street suddenly wasn’t allowed to play with me anymore because there were black people in my house. It wasn’t the same kind of experience for me as it was for the black people, but it was my doorway into the experience. And it was the beginning of the opening up of my imagination as to, “Well, okay, so what must it be like for these people?”

But I really do have a horror of the co-mingling of art and politics. A lot of people do it and they do it very successfully, but it’s not part of my process at all. I think that conscious theme is the death of good fiction and good music and good art. But that’s just me. Mileage varies hugely in this regard.

My work is for me. The things that I want to explore and express are about freedom. I want to take a reader, metaphorically, by the shirt, pull them up close and say, “Imagine…imagine a world where it wasn’t about who was normal and who wasn’t, it was about the spectrum of experience – here’s one experience of love, here's a different one, and here's something else….” If we can find doorways into all those different experiences because they are all human experiences, maybe at the end of the day we can sit down and think, “Holy shit, those people are so different from me and, you know what? I get them. I am not them, but I get them.” Or even, “I don’t get it but at least I see what is. I don’t get it but, wow, isn’t that an interesting way to be human?” Even if there’s just that amount of connection… and so I’m not about polarizing. I’m not about the lens of harsh reality. I think there’s enough harsh reality in the world. I’d rather just look at human experiences: how are they congruent, how do they flow together, how can I relate to that?

There is a place in our world, a need in our world for people who make the argument on a global scale, who fight for the cause, who proselytize, who take the issue out to the people, and god bless those people. Actually, I don’t believe in god so I shouldn’t say that. Bless those people. But I’m not one of them. My way is through relationship and personal experience, through making connections with people and asking them to re-imagine the things that they do.

Have I answered your question?

Oh, yes.

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For more information about Kelley Eskridge, check out her website. To purchase Dangerous Space, go here.

*Kelley Eskridge, “Identity and Desire,” Women of Other Worlds: Excursions Through Science Fiction and Feminism, ed. Helen Merrick and Tess Williams (Australia: University of Western Australia Press, 1999), http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/essays/identity-and-desire.