My short story Pocket Atlas of Planets published in Interfictions Online is on the Long List for the James Tiptree Jr. Award of 2015, which honours the exploration and expansion of gender in SFF. It’s a tremendous honour and I’m very pleased.
My new short story “Two Bright Venuses” was published in Clockwork Phoenix 5 earlier this year. A.C. Wise reviewed it as part of their Non-Binary Authors to Read blog series, saying: “This is the kind of story that slips between the cracks of genre, straddling and blurring the line between science fiction and weird fiction. It is both a tale of space exploration, and a tale of ghosts, as the planet Venus reaches out to overwrite the astronauts trying to understand it. … The story is richer for making readers pay close attention and work to understand the shape the of the world. Haunted and haunting, it is an excellent starting place for MacFarlane’s work.” I can’t imagine a better review!
Fittingly, as it was an article about translation, my “Translating Gender: Ancillary Justice in Five Languages” has been translated into Japanese on the publisher’s website and into Spanish, with an additional interview with Spanish translator Victoria Morera by Manuel de los Reyes, in SuperSonic Magazine.
The fall* 2015 issue of Interfictions Online has been published! It’s my second issue co-editing the poetry and nonfiction with Sofia Samatar, and it was brilliant to put together. We have 5 ghazals by Hasan Sijzi of Delhi translated by Rebecca Gould, poetry about sound and ghosts, sight and photography, Mad Max: Fury Road and family, by Nneoma Ike-Njoku, Saudamini Deo, Uche Ogbuji, Lisa Bradley and Alina Rios, as well as fiction edited by guest-editors Carmen Maria Machado and Sam J. Miller, art edited by Henry Lien, an experimental review by Matthew Jakubowski, some approaches to lesbian historical fiction by Lauren Naturale, and a roundtable I put together with the Bulgarian, German, Hebrew, Hungarian and Japanese translators about translating gender in Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Justice.
Check it out!
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I have a new story out! “Iddad Library Catalogue of Surviving Foxes” is in Gigantic Worlds, eds. Lincoln Michel and Nadxieli Nieto. It’s an anthology of very short science fiction stories, with uncollected work by Philip K. Dick and J.G. Ballard, new work by Jonathan Lethem, Charles Yu, Ted Chiang, a translation of a Romanian story by Iosif Eseki from 1924 (trans. Jason Leib) about spider-goats that are not the same as the goats that produce spider-silk today, and much more! My story is about taxidermied foxes, poetry and far-flung future planets.
I owe Ekaterina Sedia a nod of thanks for sharing the below picture several years ago, which inspired me to write this.
To celebrate the 100th anniversary of Alice Sheldon’s birth, Twelfth Planet Press has released Letters to Tiptree eds. Alexandra Pierce & Alisa Krasnostein. In it I have a tiny piece, a paragraph more than a letter, called “how can I escape it”. I’ve written about James Tiptree Jr. before and here I’m writing again, about questions without easy answers.
I’ve dipped into the book and some of the letters are so very personal, so very direct, that it’s an– I don’t know. I don’t have a personal connection to Tiptree or Tiptree’s fiction and I don’t have a letter I would write — I might ask for the answer if I thought there was one — but I live in the present-day conversations about Tiptree, Sheldon, gender, identity. That’s what I wrote “how can I escape it” in, to, for.
In news that will surprise no one: a Masters at Oxford University takes up a lot of time. I spend most of my days translating set texts from Classical Armenian to English in preparation for my increasingly imminent exams. (Highlights: everything in the Alexander Romance, particularly the kafas — a type of poem — introduced to the text by Armenian writers and often describing the peculiar animals Alexander encounters on his more legendary journeys. Giant fleas! Bats with human teeth! Foxes!)
I barely have any time to write, but the nice thing about having written in the past is that books reprinting my stories appear in the post from time to time.
This is definitely the prettiest: XIII edited by Mark Teppo, reprinting my story “Feed Me the Bones of Our Saints”. (The bees/wasps on the cover continue inside.) It is modelled here on top of whatever I was translating that day. Other books that have arrived in recent months are How to Live on Other Planets edited by Joanna Merriam, Clarkesworld: Year Seven edited by Neil Clarke & Sean Wallace, and Women Writing the Weird II: Dangerous Daughters edited by Deb Hoag, which marks a wonderful treat for me: the cover art by Ashlyn Fenton is based on my story, “Fox Bones. Many Uses.”
And now for some very exciting news: I’ve joined the Interfictions Online editorial team as co-editor of non-fiction and poetry alongside Sofia Samatar! I’ll be starting very soon: the journal is opening to submissions for non-fiction, poetry and art (edited by Henry Lien) from 1 – 15 February. Fiction will re-open to submissions later in the year. Take a look at the journal and submissions information, then submit your interstitial, genre-chewing, defiant work.
I’ve been a fan of Interfictions and the Interstitial Arts Foundation since the first anthology in 2007, so I’m delighted that I now get to co-edit a corner of it.
I read these books in 2014! Fiction reading has (unsurprisingly) slowed down a lot with the amount of work I need to do on my MSt, but hopefully I’ll have some 2015 reads to talk about… eventually…
Xiaolu Guo, UFO in her Eyes (Vintage: 2010)
Kwok Yun, a woman in a Chinese village, sees a strange light that might be a UFO. The government takes an interest, not only in her but in her village. The village’s chief, Chang Lee, sees this as an opportunity to develop the village into a modern town and starts implementing plans, acquiring funds and changing the lives of everyone in her small village, to predictably mixed results. The novel’s format is government documentation: interviews with various people of the village and reports. I normally like unusual narrative formats, but here I felt it dilutes the potential potency of a story about Kwok Yun and Chang Lee — the two most interesting characters — with a lot of repetitive content from the other characters. The political angle on the story is cynical, the characters are little more than players in their political roles, which is a disappointment when Kwok Yun and Chang Lee are clearly interesting individuals straining to break free from the constrained plot.
A.S. Byatt, Ragnarök (Canongate: 2011)
A slim treat of a book. A thin child, evacuated to the British countryside in World War Two, finds comfort in the ending of Ragnarök: this is no cyclical story, no rebirth-narrative. The world ends, and that is so much more real. It really stuck with me.
Lavie Tidhar, A Man Lies Dreaming (Hodder: 2014)
In Auschwitz, shund-writer Shomer imagines a final pulp narrative: an alternate late 1930s Britain where the infamous Wolf is a down-on-his-luck PI. (I’ve got to say, as ‘unexpectedly fucking genius’ ideas go, this is up there…) That narrative is the majority of the book, but Auschwitz is never far, and it is more than a frame. The set-up allows a dialogue between the two realities: the rather obvious notions of ‘revenge fantasy’ and ‘wish-fulfilment’ colour Shomer’s imagined alternate Britain, but it is more complicated than that. Pulp tropes abound. Other unpleasant realities take hold: it is not possible, I suspect, to imagine a late 1930s Europe that saw the rise of extremism without seeing that extremism carried through to some extent. The rise of Mosley’s British fascists in the alternate history is especially chilling for a British reader today. In Auschwitz, prisoners debate how to write about the Holocaust. The whole book asks: how do you write about Hitler?
It is not the lightest of reads, or, ah, a book I could have bought for my father (I learnt a little more about Hitler’s sex life than I ever expected and wanted to) but it is definitely an interesting book, in the least I-have-nothing-else-to-say-so-I’ll-call-it-interesting way possible. It is deliciously meta, in that it’s aware of what it’s doing, in dialogue with itself, and I’m really into that at the moment. I’m still thinking about it a couple of months later.
Nu Nu Yi, Smile As They Bow, translated by Alfred Birnbaum & Thi Thi Aye (Hyperion: 2008)
A Burmese novel about spirit mediums at the Taungbyon Festival. Daisy Bond, an elder medium, walks the world between man and woman in performance and reality. Min Min, Daisy’s young assistant and lover, wants to get away and be in a more ‘normal’ relationship. The novel deftly balances the extravaganza of a major festival with the minor — and nasty — mundanities of everyday life, which certainly don’t get left behind. Daisy’s gender defies easy definition. In places Smile As They Bow is not pleasant — Daisy treats Min Min abusively, made worse by the fact that Min Min was bought from his parents by Daisy. The purpose is not, however, to portray sympathetic people but to offer a week-long slice-of-life, and at that Smile As They Bow succeeds compellingly. It is beautifully written/translated. I enjoyed aspects of it.
Benjanun Sriduangkaew, Scale-Bright (Immersion Press: 2014)
Julienne is a regular young woman in Hong Kong, anxious and often lonely. After a snake demon, Olivia, drinks from her life force in a time of need, she is forced to face a little more head-on the reality that she also has Chang’e and Houyi for aunts. Scale-Bright follows on from “Woman of the Sun, Woman of the Moon”, “Chang’e Dashes From the Moon” and “The Crows Her Dragon’s Gate”, which are not required pre-reading but recommended (for quality as well as clarity).
What I most loved about Scale-Bright was its depiction of anxiety, internalised fears and the slow process of stepping past those. Also: queer women! So very many. Julienne and Olivia and Chang’e and Houyi are wonderful, as is the writing, whether describing chandeliers of Buddha hands using sign-language (OMG) or the minor moments of realisation in a relationship.
Last night I attended the London launch of Other Countries: Contemporary Poets Rewiring History, edited by Claire Trévien and Gareth Prior. The anthology grew from the editors’ realisation that there doesn’t exist (to their knowledge) an anthology of contemporary poets writing about historical people and events, with the exception of historical wars, which is a limited lens through which to look at the past. The resulting anthology spans the entirety of history, from the formation of the Earth to the history we have only just made, with a diversity of poets and subject matters. In the introduction, Hannah Lowe writes:
‘Rewiring History’ seems full of the possibility of giving history a new charge, acknowledging that history can be dynamic and dialogic, a current which can run back and forth along wires, be redirected and forge new connections across an indeterminate matrix.
It includes my poem “Her Sun-patterned Eye” alongside excellent new and reprinted poems by Martín Espada, Emily Hasler, Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese, Hel Gurney, Susan Mackervoy, Kirsten Irving, Sarah Hesketh, Rose Lemberg and many more.
The launch was excellent: hearing the poets read their work from the anthology and elsewhere, often with contextualising information. (The fact that stuck with me the most is that only in 1984 — not very long before I was born — did a UK birth certificate add a field for the mother’s profession. But for a small number of years, my mother’s profession might have been hidden from the record of my birth: my father an accountant and father, my mother a mother. An accountant, too, fuck you.) I was also delighted to hear a poem — which is in the anthology — about Elizabeth Etchingham and Agnes Oxenbridge, who I read about when writing an essay on personal reception of queer history on my MA.
It’s a beautiful anthology and I’m delighted to be a part of it.
Two very kind reviews of my story “Because I Prayed This Word”.
J.Y. Yang selects Fiction Nuggets on her blog, saying of my story:
“Gorgeous treacly prose about a magical city crafted by desire. Poetry and myth and history woven into beautiful narrative. Also, come on, as if I would leave a story about a literal city oF LESBIANS out of this list!****
****HOW DO I APPLY TO BE A RESIDENT OF THIS PLACE SERIOUSLY SOMEONE TELL ME”
At io9.com, K. Tempest Bradford includes my story in her latest weekly round-up, saying:
“I chose this story for the idea of the city—why it exists, what it’s made of, how women move in and out of it. I must admit, the actual story of the characters felt a little light to me, but the imagery of the city seized me and wouldn’t let go.”
I wrote the city foremost, so I’ll cop to the characters not being as central! I’m really really glad the idea of the city has stuck with some readers. I want it to be real. In a less literal sense it is, of course, real: sharing what I know of it, talking about it, is one reason I write.
I’ve had two new short stories published recently!
“Pocket Atlas of Planets” is in Interfictions Online. It’s about exoplanets (which means the science may be out of date already!) and gender, inspired in format by the excellent Pocket Atlas of Remote Islands by Judith Schalansky (translated by Christine Lo) and in content by a great deal more. I’m working on several other stories connected to this piece. Maybe even a novel.
Infinity Of Worlds
Giordano Bruno says of space in 1584, of its fixed stars: In it are an infinity of worlds of the same kind as our own. Each heliocentric system, like ours, holds worlds.
Torild, a child, reads those words and burns with longing to see those worlds, but space exploration is frightening: the self-splitting required to reach superior Venus and inferior Venus, the un-welcoming government of Caskia on Mars, the complete inability to communicate with the aliens seen as blurs in space, the distances, the inevitability of insanity. So Torild studies early space exploration in London, where hen is called ‘she’ for hens body, for hens specific interest in women’s pre-20th Century observations of the solar system and early travels. Hen hates it and leaves after less than a year — but the women, they remain.
An infinity of women studying — reaching — an infinity of worlds. What a dream!
Torild adds other genders to that dream.
“Because I Prayed This Word” is in Strange Horizons as a bonus in their annual fundraiser, which is ongoing and needs support! The story is about a magical city for women who love other women — women not welcome in Christine di Pizan’s City of Ladies — and the long (or lost) memory of texts. I wrote it during my MA in Ancient History, after writing an essay about personal reception of Psáppho. I am deeply grateful to Sonya Taaffe and Sofia Samatar for giving me permission to use their translations.
The city appears between the pillars of the cloisters like a dream of an embroidered wall-hanging: more gold thread than is ever available for the Sisters, more precisely tidy stitches than Perrette will ever manage. For a moment she sees it on the edges of her vision, and though she thinks of telling her Sisters, she does not. She assumes it is the fast. She walks on.
She keeps seeing it.
Alongside her Sisters she bends over vellum, copying. Barbe, whose freckles are like the stars above the monastery, is at her left. Ragonde, who snores while Perrette and Barbe work, is at her right. They have each been chosen for their skills: Perrette for her precise letters, Barbe for her paintings that face Perrette’s copied words, and Ragonde, who sparingly applies the gold, trusted because of her seniority with that most precious adornment. They copy Lives of the Desert Fathers. Perrette admires the strength required to hold faith in the desert. Barbe paints the female saints.
"...the 33 stories that MacFarlane has gathered for this volume dazzle with the virtuosity of their contributors’ talents."
- Publishers Weekly: STARRED REVIEW
"Works from around the world, some in translation, provide an invaluable snapshot of this moment in the genre as well as some tremendously enjoyable reading."
- Publishers Weekly: Best Books of 2014
"The stories range widely in scope and form — from prose poems to metafiction — to capture a dynamic, forward-thinking genre that plays with history, myth and science."
- The Washington Post: Think science fiction is dominated by men? Think again.
"...ground-breaking and superbly conceived..."
- Nina Allan: Strange Horizons: 2014 In Review
Aliens: Recent Encounters
"...this [anthology] blew us away more than any other. Mostly because of the sheer volume of greatness contained in these 32 stories... These are classic stories of alien encounters, from some of the best science fiction writers working today."
- io9.com Best Books of 2013