Smashing Through the Word Thicket

Thorny thicket

As many or most or all or none of you know, I also have stories (and poems!) in places other than Patreon, so if you haunt Amazon or Smashwords (and through them Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and many other places) then you might see my mini-collections of short stories. (Here I’m specifically talking about work for sale by me alone (assuming Patreon is sort of selling stories) rather than stuff I’ve published in magazines in print or on-line, that might be sold by other people, and you might and should buy them (for example, the latest of Interzone here, which includes my story “The Inside-Out” as well as some awesome art specifically for the story).)

All of which is to say that when I started my grand plan to make money off my writing (for survival purposes) I had Patreon as one prong and selling collections of stories via (mostly) Amazon as another. (The most likely way to make a living as a writer–through selling novels to big publishers for advances–requires an agent and is beyond my reach, in that I don’t have anything to do with the actual selling, I just create and put that creation into another’s hands.) Both methods are slow-growth prospects, the mini-collection one much more slow than the other. Perhaps because I’m a bad marketer. Also, perhaps because I dislike self-promotion.

Or perhaps it’s because I don’t know how ebook marketing and sales work. I remember reading once that giving a book away for free for a limited time can actually improve sales drastically after the giveaway has ended. This makes sense in terms of a series, giving the first book away to ideally seduce readers into buying the sequels. But how does this work for unrelated works? I guess, since my goal was to make money, I never considered giving away my books, especially when I didn’t have any other books to (hopefully) be boosted by such a giveaway.

At least, I didn’t have that until now.

On August 12th I’m going to be releasing a new mini-collection of stories, all previously unpublished (unlike the first two collections which were reprints), titled A PASSPORT TO A NATION OF TALKING SLUGS (which can be pre-ordered here, if you are so inclined), and this time I decided that I’d just go along with whatever Amazon suggested, since my own efforts at salesmanship didn’t take. What this means for that book is listing it in KDP Select–meaning only Amazon can sell it, and it’s free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers–as well as selling it for 2.99, which Amazon claims is the best price for this kind of book. So, we’ll see.

In a similar way, Smashwords (where I have my first two mini-collections listed, in addition to Amazon) is doing a month-wide promotion where authors are encouraged to list their books at deep discounts or for free. So I’m giving my books away for free for July. The books weren’t selling through Smashwords anyway, and I’d only made two sales through their affiliate program (and I can’t collect my share of the profits until my pay-out reaches ten dollars), so I figured I had nothing to lose.

The result is a lot of people “purchasing” the collections for free (and at least one has read YOU HAVE BEEN MURDERED and rated it on Goodreads already), which is great because, well, hopefully people will read them. They weren’t being read before (except mostly by people I know) so bonus.  The more surprising result is that these free “sales” have apparently also caused sales (for money, even) at Amazon, as though my name being more out in the world has caused more people to find my writing and, as a consequence, decide to pay for it.

I don’t understand the process by how this all works. I don’t know if the free collections will continue to sell on Smashwords. I can’t say that following Amazon’s suggestions for the new collection will result in any real difference than what happened with my first two. But I’ll keep you updated. Wish me luck.

Oh, and if you want to pre-order the new collection, get the first two collections for free, or (gasp!) buy them for monies, the links are above.

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What I’m Reading (June Edition)



Extra Virginity by Tom Mueller

Is it enough to say that reading this book caused me to go out and buy non-grocery store olive oil? To drink shots of it to get the full experience of the olive oil, to understand it’s mouthfeel? To learn it can be drizzled over everything you eat, and perhaps should be? That during my read, I hungered for olive oil in any form I could get it?

That’s the mark of a good writer, I suppose, imbuing the reader with those passions they so strongly feel themselves. In that, Mueller definitely succeeds.

And he succeeds in the rest of the book, as well. He’s not as entertaining as Mary Roach, but he delineates both the present culture and the ancient history of olive oil production with skill. Perhaps the most interesting to me–though I partly knew this already, factual detritus in my brain–was how criminal the olive oil industry is. Oh, not all of it, but there was (is?) a time when the mafia ran olive oil groves because it was the most profitable activity they could do.

A great and taste-bud torturing read. Also, all the olive oils in the supermarkets aren’t for shit, apparently.

This Census-Taker by China Miéville

Don’t ask me what this book is about.

Most of Miéville’s books are plot-heavy, thick with characters and action, running wild and free on ideas and worlds that seem both created on the fly and so intricately detailed that you’d never be able to explore every bit of them.

This book, however, is more like a classic, literary character study. It tells of one boy’s life. Well, it might be a boy telling it, or it might be someone else telling the boy’s story, in which case, according to the logic in the book, most of it is made up. Anyway, the boy has a troubled relationship with his father, who he believes killed his mother. There is also a pit in the hill behind their house holding, perhaps, some Lovecraftian god. And the eponymous census-taker (I think) who is being forced to write down this story in the present while under armed arrest.

It is the relationship with his father that is the most important thing here, that drives the story like an engine you did not want to start and do not want to keep feeding fuel to. It is beautiful, and terrible, and though the book comes to an end, no questions are answered. I did not mind.

Ubik by Philip K. Dick

I’d read about this before I’d read it, so if you want your “reading it” to be completely untrammeled by preconceptions (a state I recommend), then skip to the next entry.

That said, I’m not sure anyone can really ever be prepared for a PKD book.

I know I’ve said before that PKD was influenced by A. E. van Vogt’s process of introducing a new idea every 900 words or so. Every few pages, a twist in the plot. A new concept that has to be integrated.  A new character to work in. Ubik is the best example of this for PKD that I’ve read so far. When you think you have a handle on what’s going on, the very essence of the book changes, no longer a kind of anti-heist, but now a murder mystery, now a living nightmare, now a slasher movie. Characters you’ve known up until this point suddenly reveal themselves to be someone entirely different. Reading the book is like living in someone else’s dream.

I can understand that this experience isn’t ideal for everyone. Fair warning, though, that this is constantly what I’m trying to do in my own writing: bring my dreams to life.

The Geek Feminist Revolution by Kameron Hurley

This book isn’t for me.

I mean, it is for me, and I love it, and I think the essays in here are important and fascinating and interesting and inspiring (especially in terms of writing persistence and fighting the dominant cultural paradigm), but the book itself is not written for me. Look at the title. Look at the first few essays. The book is written with the expectation that the reader is a woman (or female-identified) and the “we” is not a we I’m automatically part of.

Women have been reading this way since the invention of the book. It’s a strange, and not unpleasant, feeling to be on the other side of the page.

The seeming genesis of the book comes from her essay “We Have Always Fought” about her own misperception of women in combat, her assumption based on our cultural narrative that women should be domestic and, therefore, it has always been this way throughout history ever backwards we go. (She talks about this in other situations, too, such as how archaeologists might force their nuclear family view on the first humans, putting women around the fire rather than thinking about how able bodies would be more important than gendered ones.) It’s a fascinating view of how her own perspective changed–this from a person who was getting her Ph.D. in revolutionary movements at the time.

Anyway, it’s a great book. My only (small) complaint is that the essays aren’t longer. Most were published online on her blog or elsewhere, and so are (due to the medium) shortish, 3-5 pages on average. I want to see her dive into a subject. But then again, because a relatively few number of interests weave through the book as a whole, it’s easy to think of the book as one-long essay, circling back again and again to see the same points from a different point-of-view.

The Best of Gene Wolfe by Gene Wolfe

I don’t know why I bought this book. It was six or seven years ago that I did, and it’s been sitting on my TBR shelf since then. I’ve never read anything else by Wolfe, but I suspect I wanted to dive into good SFF stories in order to partly inspire (and understand) my own.

Wolfe takes pleasure in writing characters who are hard to relate to. They might be brain-damaged killers or psychically abused children or just, well, distant. Maybe distance is the best way to describe it. As though Wolfe is a scientist working his characters through a maze, but there’s no cheese at the end, no prize. This is strange to me, as many of his stories are somewhat occasional (as you might talk about poetry) in that they memorialize friends or, more directly, religion. More specifically, Christianity. I don’t know what that seems strange to me in a SFF writer, but there you go (Tolkien and Lewis notwithstanding). (Honestly, there is a story that reads sort of like a one-joke tale where the end is JESUS IS BORN ON ANOTHER PLANET. As though that’s supposed to be enough. Or startling. Or whatever. But the world he creates before that point is so much more interesting I could’ve lived in it for hours.) (In other news, there’s a story in here where the main character considers forcing himself on a woman he’s interested in because otherwise she might not think he’s passionate enough.)

I would find it hard to recommend this book as a whole. However, there are a few awesome stories in this collection that I think everyone could do with reading–and I don’t think it’s just because Wolfe has a sort of magic-realist/absurdist track that falls in line with my own aesthetic. “The Fifth Head of Cerberus” is a beautiful Gothic tale that, again, creates a world I could live in for a long time (not that I’d want to, actually, as it’s a pretty horrible place to live). Wolfe appears to have expanded it to novel length, so I might actually check that out.

The stand-out story for me is “Forlesen,” a tale that’s a mixture between Kafka and Ionesco. The summary: a man goes to work at his office. The opening paragraph:

“When Emanuel Forlesen awoke, his wife was already up preparing breakfast. Forlesen remembered nothing, knew nothing but his name, for an instant did not remember his wife, or that she was his wife, or that she was a human being, or what human beings were supposed to look like.”

How can you not want to read that?

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What I’m Reading (May Edition)

Unreal City

What I’m Reading (May Edition) Published a few seconds ago Apologies for the flood of book bites. I let myself get backed up. Also, I thought you might be starving.

The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood

This is my favorite of the MaddAddam Trilogy. I’m not sure if that’s because the main characters are women or if it’s because, with the basics of the plague and the end of the world already taken care of in the first book, Atwood simply explores the existing world more. No need for backfilling in story. No need to provide the outlines of a world. The world’s there, so now we can truly explore what it’s like for some people to live in it.

MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood

This is my least favorite of the MaddAddam Trilogy, although that still means it’s pretty damn good. Very good, in fact. Atwood’s language intoxicates, and her ability to create real, interesting, fully-fleshed characters in only a few words or a single scene is amazing and enviable.

The novel is strange in that all of the big problems are done by this point in the trilogy. The plague has happened. Most everyone has died. Humanity as we know it is doomed. All the disparate characters have been reunited. So the tension is…lax.

Which isn’t to say it isn’t a great read, or that the language or plot doesn’t pull you along. It’s simply that the novel is of a different species than the other two, more purely philosophical, smaller in scope even though it’s larger in terms of what stories mean, and how we convey history and meaning from one person/generation to another. And those stories are the price of entrance and the reason for staying.

Care of Wooden Floors by Will Wiles

I bought this book because I believe it was one of a genre I’m calling Horror of Place. You can find this in a book like Horrorstör (warning, the description of the book is actually the description for another book, which I thought at first was some sort of meta-marketing) where an IKEA-like shopping center becomes the villain of the novel. And Will Wiles’ second book is The Way Inn, which concerns a conference surrogate (a person who goes to conferences in other people’s places) attending a conference for conference organizers, and finds himself in a hotel that seems supernatural and/or mad, insane, absurd.

Care of Wooden Floors is definitely absurd, even if that absurdity wears itself lightly. And it’s not horror, except in the way that watching any sort of train wreck is horrifying. But it is funny, and interesting, and strange. The main character is not a great human being, but the novel makes you care for him anyway. For a character who is indirectly responsible for both the death of a cat and a human being, this is a pretty amazing achievement.

Unreal City by A. R. Meyering

In many ways, it seems like this book and The Riverman come from the same kernel of an idea. They both involve alternate worlds, familiars that either take you there or guide you once you’re there, and a fantasy of absolute power for the main character in that other world.

But even though I’d read The Riverman first, and loved it, and so the comparisons were unavoidable, Unreal City quickly carves out a space for its own unique story. This novel is about grief, the main character’s twin sister having the summer before she is starting college. It’s also about how our grief and anger and depression affect others (revealed when we learn how the sister died and who killed her) and how friends and loved ones can counteract that darkness within us.

It’s actually very Stephen King, with some truly horrific imagery as well as exploring the darkness of the soul. For example, an extremely tall and thin antlered-man-thing with no jaw, drooling, staring through your bedroom window.

Sweet dreams.

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What I’m Reading: April Edition (Considerably Late) (Part 2)

Late again (rabbit)

A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab

I went to see Victoria Schwab give a reading/talk here in Houston with my friend J who adores her writing. She was amazing, both inspiring and intimidating, and so I snatched up this book, the first in the series she was currently touring for.

And her writing is beautiful, her character well defined, and nearly instantly so (the way you might be able to see an entire person’s life in one action, say, the way they pick up an apple at the supermarket, smell it so close they’re almost kissing it, and then put it back and don’t take any apples at all). She builds a wonderful world, too, one that involves blood magic, and four parallel worlds linked by a single city.

But the book didn’t speak to me. I didn’t want to go out and buy everything she’d written (as I wanted to with Kameron Hurley). Some writers are that way–where I can see immediately that their writing is wonderful, but I’m just not into it. It was a fun read, and I liked the characters, but I was able to let it go.

The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall

Rorschach Test, in case any of you were wondering about the title there.

Though there is a shark in the book. And lots of texts. Lots and lots of texts. Both of the marine variety and of the regular sort.

This is a novel that introduces a character who has made himself immortal by photocopying his personality onto other people via intense hypnotism, and then does nothing with him. This is not really a complaint, just a statement of fact.

The book is a fascinating read, for many reasons. It has a sort of meta feel, mostly because language and ideas are so central to the plot, but those language/idea elements are part of the noir mystery, the story of grief, how those of us who are damaged learn to navigate the world. I recommend it, if only because of its strangeness (though I think the book is good, so there’s that, too).

The book is also a fascinating product, as the author planted parts of the novel in real world locations, as well as stashing INFORMATION YOU WANT TO KNOW as a reader in various places on the internet and in different editions of the book. A scavenger hunt, if you’re up for that sort of thing.

Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky

Aliens arrive on Earth. They leave their trash behind. Said trash becomes hot commodities for humanity.

That’s the basic story of Roadside Picnic, which is awesome and amazing and not at all what I expected (having been wanting to read the book for nigh on ten years, but not having a physical copy, because the damn thing was out of print and/or hellishly expensive).

There are needles that talk to you. Glowing liquids that melt your face off. Cobweb-like strands that enter into your body. A glowing orb that will grant your wish.

The novel follows one stalker (the name for those who enter the forbidden, dangerous areas) at four points in his life, and spends remarkably little time in the Zone (the forbidden, dangerous area), dealing mostly with the impact the alien visit has on our society and culture, how it twists people and institutions just by their being in proximity to the Zone.

It’s a great book. Read.

The Recipients by Ann Rushton

This is a book by a writer friend of mine which I read in manuscript form.

That’s one of the perks and tragedies of being friends with so many writers, how you end up reading so many good books that might never be born into the world at large.

Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace

There is a press named Small Beer. You can find them here.

They publish the strange things. It is speculative fiction of the most speculative kind.

Small Beer has an imprint named Big Mouth House which publishes books for ages 10 and up. This is one of those books.

And it is delicious. It takes the Greek idea of the land of the dead and turns it on its head. The main character is an Archivist whose main job is to deal with angry ghosts, but also is responsible for learning as much about ghosts as she can (addendum: she ain’t afraid of none), hence the archiving.

The writing is beautiful. The characters are exquisitely rendered. The story is tragic and yet has a satisfyingly and truthful happy ending. Go. Buy. Read.

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What I’m Reading: April Edition (Considerably Late) (Part 1)

Late Rabbit

The End of the World by Don Hertzfeldt

I love Don Hertzfeldt, from the moment I watched REJECTED to the times I witnessed a balloon terrorize a little boy through his later, epic films that deal with the end of the universe, the sad results of a-sort-of time travel, or a man slowly going insane. I heartily and thoroughly recommend watching every single thing of his you can get your hands on.

(also, as he was also born in 1976, he serves as both an inspiration prodding me towards my own success, and a scourge berating me for my lack thereof)

This book is a collection of images, some of which were used in his latest film THE WORLD OF TOMORROW (which you might still be able to find on Netflix) and all of which posit the end of the world and the horrible things that happen on our way there. He draws  in stick figures, but stick figures have never made me feel so much.

What if? by Randall Munroe

You might know Mr. Munroe from his comic XKCD, which is smart and beautiful and, strangely, also mainly uses stick figures. These don’t make me feel as much as Hertzfeldt’s do, but they make me think more. And not just because I have to cut out paper outfits for them and tape them to the screen as I read.

Munroe wrote a book called WHAT IF? (as in, What if you haven’t gathered the title by now?) which answers questions. Apparently he has been doing this for a while, answering questions sent to him via his comic website. Those questions often are impossible ones, such as What would happen if the Earth stopped spinning all at once? Even though this scenario would (likely) never (hopefully) happen, he answers them to the best of his scientifically-minded ability.

It’s an enjoyable read, assuming you like to read about the plausible repercussions of impossible science-fiction scenarios.

God’s War by Kameron Hurley

I know about Kameron Hurley because she has the most successful Patreon I’ve seen for a writer. Hers was the model I used for creating this here thing you see before you now. If you want to check it out (and her writing is beautiful and terrifying and amazing, so I suggest it) just type her name into the search bar above and VOILA! you will have left me here by myself, writing only to the sound of my own voice, while you venture onwards and outwards forever, a probe to a distant planet.

GOD’S WAR begins with a woman selling her uterus. This is a world were body parts are sold, grafted, easily replaced, infected, remade. It’s a world where a war has been going on for hundreds of years, and men are sent to the front to die and women do everything else in the society, creating an entirely female society. It’s a world where men and women transform into beasts and wizards are adept at bug magic. It’s gross and disturbing. Our hero is a mercenary who is as anti-hero as you can get while still being our hero. She is not someone you’d want as a friend.

But I’d read about her forever.

Against the Fall of Night by Arthur C. Clarke

As you know, if you follow these pages religiously (or even irreligiously), I’ve already talked about this book here. In sum, it’s like a YA book written by someone who believed that talking down to kids was the best way to learn them. And I don’t think it was actually written for kids.

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood

I’ve read all three of Atwood’s MADDADDAM trilogy now, and despite what most people say about trilogies (that the second is the weakest, just getting the reader from here to there) I like the second book the best.

This is the first book, and it’s perhaps strange that I like the second better because they both tell the same story. The world is destroyed by a super virus that, after a short incubation period, essentially melts the infected into a pile of organic goo. The first tells the story through the viewpoint of two men, the second through the viewpoint of two women. That’s probably why I like it better (though part of the reason for the up-in-like is how the second book, and the characters in it, build on what’s laid down in the first).

For anyone in doubt as to whether I like this particular book or not, Atwood’s writing is ingenious and magical, like cotton candy for the eyes. Also kind of like cotton candy you put on your eyes, not because you’re supposed to (because it’s that kind of special cotton candy) but because you want to see if your eyes can taste, and if they could, they’d be able to taste this.

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Unpulped #11: Against the Fall of Night by Arthur C. Clarke

Against the Fall of Night by Arthur C. Clarke

This novel is remarkably bloodless.

I mean, I don’t mean to be mean to Arthur C. Clarke or his writing (not that any meanness of mine would affect him in any way, and it would/will only make me seem spiteful and jealous) (and, to be truth, I am jealous of all of these pulp writers I’ve got a giant box of, because I feel like, in one way, they lived in a golden age of speculative fiction writing, if only because so many of them were published) (and I know that’s undoubtedly a false belief, seeing the past through the mask of the present, even knowing that most of these writers were paid pittances for their work), but I suppose I do mean to be mean.

The book under discussion: AGAINST THE FALL OF NIGHT.

The plot at hand: In the far future, humanity has retreated to a single city on the whole of the Earth, a city where people live hundreds of thousands of years, if not millions, where stagnation has become a way of life. You don’t live, you exist. Alvin, a young boy of some fifty thousand years (if I remember correctly), strains against the confines of this life and finds the true reason why humanity has sequestered itself like this and given up on exploring the space beyond a single world. He finds the answers, an all-powerful child-like space nebula thing, and vows to rebuild both humanity and the Earth.

As you might expect: there’s a lot I’m leaving out, but none of that matters. None of it. Absolutely zilch.

I mean (and I mean it this time) that the story itself almost doesn’t matter, for how affecting it is. If you take the details of the world Clarke creates, there is so much that is interesting, intriguing, deserving of attention and exploration, and yet almost all of the book is shorthand for the book that could’ve been written. This is a novel that’s in love with its own ideas, believing that those ideas will carry the book into your heart even though the characters are just third-hand recollections from an old classmate told about someone you both once knew, this at a reunion, this twenty years after the fact.

Which is to say that this concept and all of its wrinkles, all of its details, it would make a great book in someone’s hands. This is not that book.

AGAINST THE FALL OF NIGHT almost reads like a Young Adult novel by someone who hates Young Adult novels but wants to get in on the craze. This having been originally written in 1948, I can safely say that’s not the case. The novel reads as though much of what’s interesting about the story has been stripped from it in order to not distract from THE STORY. The city Alvin lives in, it’s so large, and the population so small, they move every so often to a new home in order that the entire city be used and they don’t get bored. What does this city look like? How about the people who live in it? Who knows? We certainly never find out.

If it sounds like I’m angry, it’s because I am. There is a wonderful seed of a novel here, but the seed itself is boring. I want it to be a flowering shrub. A carnivorous plant. But it’s just a seed waiting to be grown.

I’ve read some crappy books for this project (Unpulped, as it’s called on my blog) but even crappy books can be fascinating. Their ideas can be off the wall, their historical context revelatory, their strange use of language mind-broadening. But AGAINST THE FALL OF NIGHT is simply boring, and boring I can’t stand.

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What I’m Reading: March Edition

I Might Be Mistaken by Barbara Duffey

I dug through yards of disintegrating
feces around the ruins of the temple’s
outbuilding, all decked out in goat shit dust.

Barbara is more of a narrative poet than I am, by which I mean she tells stories. Her images and revelations startle because they are so apt and, often, shockingly personal or, simply, shocking in the audacity of what’s said (and how what’s said is never expected). She’ll dice up a story into bite-sized chunks, then twist them around so even though the story’s still coming through straight at you, you receive a series of aftershocks rather than an earthquake (the latter likely coming at the end).

Say, This is the Yellowstone Park of her body, doctor;
welcome, and enjoy your stay, but Can I confess
what I haven’t done, might not have done, am waiting for

the results of? (“To My Various Bodily Fluids, While Being Tested”)

The Weapon Makers by A. E. van Vogt

We have talked about The Weapon Makers. It’s that book where medical science has given up on women, but time travel is possible. See here.

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Rainbow Rowell wrote a book called Fangirl which is awesome and you all should go out and buy it and read it right away. The main character in that book writes extremely popular fanfiction for a Harry Potter-like mega-franchise, and throughout that book we get snippets of her writing, though the book itself isn’t about the fanfiction really but Cath’s experience of going to college finding how she fits in there. Those snippets, though, were amazing.

In Carry On those snippets are expanded into a book. And the resulting novel is delicious and sad and real and terrifying. Admittedly, I love all of the the Rowell books I’ve read, and what I love most about her books are her characters, but still the world she creates here is really interesting, and also impressive for how she condenses the essence of a seven-book series into a single, complete work.

The Mystery of Hollow Places by Rebecca Podos

This is a book about a stone heart broken in half, and how that heart leads a girl on a quest to find her missing father.

From that summary, you might think the book is fantasy of some kind, but it is solidly in the mystery/detective vein. The fantasy comes through only in flashbacks of stories that the father told the daughter, and those magical realist moments are amazing and beautiful and stunning and unsettling.

Podos’ book (the actual plotline) is also those things, just firmly in the real world. She creates flawed characters, and doesn’t let them unflaw, but makes us care deeply about them anyway (all of them).

Shadow Man by Gabriel Blackwell

As far as I can tell, Blackwell has a penchant for writing novels that interact and grow from other novels/works of art. The first book of his I read was The Natural Dissolution of Fleeting-Improvised-Men: The Last Letter of H.P. Lovecraft and he has a third book, a collection of stories, which announces in its name his intention to riff off of other people’s writings (it’s called Critique of Pure Reason).

This book takes a character from The Maltese Falcon and meshes him with the lives of real noir detective-fiction writers, stirring them all up into a single noir fantasy centered around personhood and deception. It’s a dizzying read. I prefer The Natural Dissolution of Fleeting-Improvised-Men, though I’m not sure if that’s because he improved as a writer between his first and second novels, or if the latter’s subject matter is simply more interesting to me. Still, in many ways, if a work of art confuses me or resists interpretation then I’m likely to enjoy it.

This has been enjoyed.

Teleny and Camille by Jon Macy

M picked this up at a convention she went to recently. It’s a graphic novel retelling/distilling a novel written by Oscar Wilde and his friends which describes a love affair between Teleny and Camille, two gay men living in London when homosexuality was punishable by imprisonment. It’s basically a sex fantasy, though the sex in the original novel (according to Macy) was mostly evoked through fanciful language rather than graphic description.

Macy does not avoid graphic description (or graphic drawings). There is a particularly frightening poodle with an erect penis that resurfaces several times. One man uses a bottle as a dildo and it breaks inside him. This is not a book for the weak of heart.

However, the book also disturbed me on other levels, most notably its view of women as basically evil/unpleasant. I imagine this is something conveyed in the original novel, but there’s no questioning of it in Macy’s book.

Artificial Absolutes by Mary Fan

What most intrigued me about Fan’s book (outside of the well-realized characters and intricate, fascinating plot) is the way she used point of view. Most of the novel is a pretty close POV alternating between the perspective of two siblings, Jane and Devin Colt. In those switches, we see how each doesn’t quite understand the world of the other, and how those misunderstandings influence their actions.

Now, my tendency as a writer is to always stay with the main character’s POV. I want to be locked into this tiny slice of the world, and to have his/her view color the world I’m creating through my words. But in Fan’s book there are a number of times she switches to a character who hasn’t played any part in the novel yet and probably won’t in the future. She does this in order to create mystery, and push forward the plot in a way that she wouldn’t be able to if she stuck with the main characters. In many ways, it’s obvious manipulation of the reader. Ha! You thought you were going to see what happens personally. Well tough luck! But the manipulation works, and it’s something I want to try on my own now, especially for those novel ideas that involve more mystery, where secrets are key.


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