It’s 2013! I wish everyone strength, greatness and happiness for the year ahead.
I am beginning the new year with a new story: “Thin Slats of Metal, Painted” is in the Boundaries issue of Crossed Genres Magazine.
This is an old story of mine: I wrote the first draft in 2007, but it’s gone through a number of edits (and rejections) in the years since. I wrote it from two unexpected prompts: a photo by KJ Bishop of painted shutters on a Japanese shop, and a tape measure I got in a Christmas cracker. (The story is not set in Japan, however, as I realised I knew nothing about Japan.) I think I still have that tape measure somewhere. I don’t have a full-size version of the photo, but I have an icon-version I made back when I was a paid member of LJ:
The story is about a girl who likes to measure things, and the trapped birds she finds in a shopping arcade. I hope you enjoy it.
The UK government is making plans to legislate for equal marriage, ie allowing gay/bisexual/queer people to marry who they want. This is very exciting! Except where it’s not, because of course the government is already planning concessions to religious institutions that don’t want to marry these couples, and this is really upsetting me.
Bigoted interpretations of religious teachings are not a compulsory facet of being religious. I know gay/bisexual/queer Anglican Christians, Catholics, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists and more. I also know straight people of all these religions and more who are good allies to gay/bisexual/queer people and fully support their rights to equal marriage. It is clearly possible to follow a religion and interpret its teachings in such a way that allows for these views. Religion is not inherently incompatible with supporting or being gay/bisexual/queer people. Interpreting religious teachings in a bigoted way is therefore a choice.
Being gay/bisexual/queer is not a choice.
Yet the people making terrible choices are more important to our government than the people who just want to exist and to express their love for another person in the same way that straight people have been doing for millennia.
Plans for the equal marriage bill include the following:
Amending the 2010 Equality Act to ensure no discrimination claim can be brought against religious organisations or individual ministers for refusing to marry a same-sex couple (source)
I don’t think the people doing this realise quite how frightening it is to see plans to use the 2010 Equality Act against us, to sanction discrimination against us. To say that believing gay/bisexual/queer people should not be allowed to marry whoever they like is an okay view to hold.
I get very uncomfortable at the idea of the government meddling in religious institutions. I do. I don’t know what the best solution here is (change should always come from within, but we all know how well that’s going), I don’t even think equal marriage is the biggest most important issue facing gay/bisexual/queer people, but I do know that planned government-sanctioned discrimination is hurting me.
I don’t like the fact that religious bigots’ choices remain more important than my existence. Progress is being made, but it’s hard to take comfort in that when so many people are still working hard to prevent equality.
As the sparcity of posts has probably indicated, the MA is eating a huge amount of my time – it’s delightful, it’s making me so happy, it’s also a bit like this.
But! I found something cool today that I want to share.
I’m reading an article about the education of Assyrian princes (7th C BCE), when all of a sudden it quotes a letter from Šerua-eṭirat (eldest daughter of Esarhaddon, the king) to Libbali-šarrat (wife of Assurbanipal, crown prince of Esarhaddon at this time, later king):
Why don’t you write your tablets and recite your exercise, or people will say ‘Is this the sister of Šerua-eṭirat, the eldest daughter of the succession palace of Aššur-etelilani-mukinni, the great king, the legitimate king, king of the world, king of Assyria?’ And you are a daughter-in-law, the lady of the house of Assurbanipal, the great crown prince of the House of Succession of Esarhaddon, king of Assyria.
I love finding women in history. Here is proof of the princesses’ literacy. Here is a conversation between two women, where one admonishes the other for not studying hard enough. Here is evidence of women’s lives for a change.
It also makes me think of all those fantasy novels set in a secondary world where women are nothing more than walking vaginas, illiterate and possessing no skills of “worth” (on which note, please read this post from Kate Elliott on why her character Cat sews: because it is practical, because it is important to survival, because it is a communal activity among women, because sewing has a place in a secondary world adventure, because it is not remotely worthless). Here we have Assyrian royal woman – of course, the most privileged in their society – existing in a very male-dominated society and living lives not wholly revolving around men. (You will find that even less privileged women’s lives did not revolve around men. Gasp!) Here we have written fucking proof of some women’s skills.
It makes me hate shitty male fantasy writers even more for their wet dreams of worlds where women do nothing at all.
One of things I’ve read for the MA this week is a terrible book about Alexander’s Successors that was supposed to be a light, straightforward introduction to the chronology, as I want to write an essay about post-Alexander coinage issued by women, but turned out to be full of ridiculous statements that would make a fine drinking game (Robin Waterfield, Dividing the Spoils, 2011 – for the one or two of you who might actually want to know – drink whenever the words ‘megalomaniac’ or ‘purges’ are used!) but I did make a few notes from it, mostly things that had very little to do with the subject matter. I particularly liked this commemorative epigram, quoted as part of an aside:
All Nicomache’s favourite things, her trinkets and her Sapphic
conversations with the other girls beside the shuttle at dawn,
fate took away prematurely. The city of the Argives
cried aloud in lament for that poor maiden,
a young shoot reared in Hera’s arms. Cold, alas, remain
the beds of the youths who courted her.
(Posidippus 55 Austin/Bastianini; tr. Kathryn Gutzwiller. I am pretty curious about the use of the word ‘Sapphic’ – does anyone know if its use actually referred to lesbian relationships, or intimate conversations among women, or something else? I am assuming it’s in the original Greek; I don’t have that to hand…)
‘Sapphic’ conversations while weaving? I think it’s probably quite obvious why I like this.
This is also quite fitting, as I’m hoping to use November and the challenge-framework of Nanowrimo to revise the Turkmen YA novel, which has a lesbian and plenty of textile craft-work. Now I need to leave the library and get started on that!
There are a lot of far-future SF stories where the military characters are 100% male, where they extoll the splendour of their family’s military pedigree (families that seem to only contain men), where women don’t even get a mention.
I just want you to know that whenever I read this, I think of this. ← NOT SAFE FOR WORK. (If you cannot click that right now, let me describe it to you: a group of men have kept their bloodline “free from woman’s taint” by breeding among themselves, with some men getting pregnant and giving birth to male babies from their arses.)
SF: full of arse-babies.
Working on a story (this story, although its details have changed lot since that post) and I have a question:
If I talk about a North Wind, would you expect that to be a wind that comes from the north or blows towards the north?
Whether the wind is the North Wind or the South Wind, here is a bit of what it encounters as it blows.
I blow down from the mountains, where stones are stacked for me to scream between: thick limbs full of holes, hundreds together or one apart, tucked in a gully. I blow the winged women of the Aĝir people into the snowstorms where they test their strength. I blow out the fires of foolish foragers, their fur matted with mud. I blow into the faces of the Saqnaga foxes, their ears thronged with beads. I blow between the glass spires of the desert city In-barash and devour the meals left on its high roofs. I blow from temple to temple. I blow–
And, because it interests me to see how old material (quoted in my previous post about this story) has been re-used, Berenike (formerly Nila) on the temple’s walls:
Together they stepped out — but Berenike stopped, staring, at the ankle-high, knee-high and life-size figures surrounding her, carved and blown smooth by the wind, and the bells, gleaming and dull, chiming, tinkling, ringing, banging in over a thousand mouths as the little winds of the temple played through them. The figures clustered on the sloping pinnacle of the temple. They stood scattered around the high walls; they covered the lower walls, all the way to the ground, far below. They filled Berenike’s eyes.
Her figure, held in her arms, began to chime, its bell high, strong.
“Follow me,” the South-East Wind said, and Berenike did, on a well-worn way between the figures like a sheep-trail on a mountainside.
Also in this story so far: Berenike being an arrogant general, a brief mention of coin iconography (which actually resulted in an idea for an MA essay), a wind getting aroused by bells’ tongues. I’m having fun.
My story “Thin Slats of Metal, Painted” has sold to the Boundaries issue of Crossed Genres Magazine! This will be the first issue of the relaunched magazine, due out in January 2013. I’m very happy that this story will be a part of it.
This Saturday, 20 October, I’ll be at Bristolcon (a local UK SFF con in Bristol), where I’ll be on the following panels:
12:00 – 12:45: Toilets in Space – Day to day practicalities in a fantastic universe (Programme Room 2)
Everything we do on 21st century Earth, SF writers might have to do in zero-gravity. That might include eating, pooping, and the horizontal space-tango. If you’re going to include a level of reality in your fantastic fiction, these might be issues you have to address. So how would you go about using a space toilet?
With Jaine Fenn (mod), Mark Clapham, Nick Walters, Michael Dollin, Alex Dally MacFarlane
18:00 – 18:45: The evolution and future of steampunk (Programme Room 2)
A lot of steampunk fans don’t read in the genre, preferring the costuming aspect of it, and the community has come under accusations of celebrating Colonialism and excluding ethnic minorities. Where did this love of cogs and brass come from, and where can it go in the future? Can it throw off the shackles of Victoriana, or is the genre destined to rust and stagnate, nothing more than a flash in the shiny brass pan?
With Philip Reeve (mod), Patrick Samphire, Alex Dally MacFarlane, Nimue Brown, Anne Lyle
I’ll also be going to the launch for Stephanie Burgis’ new book and lurking around the hotel. I’ve booked a late train back to London so hopefully I’ll be able to find dinner companions. See a few of you there!
This is reminder that I am still seeking recommendations and submissions for Aliens: Recent Encounters. I’ve found a lot of amazing alien stories, but I need a few more. Have you read any? Published any?
I am particularly interested in seeing more stories about futures (or other eras) inhabited by all people – people of all ethnicities, sexualities, genders, religions, abilities, etc – written by diverse authors.
Full guidelines are here, but note that I am looking for reprints only.
Some fox-related news, but first, a fox, found on tumblr:
It’s kept me company through a day in which I got far less achieved than I would have liked. But! While I am neck-deep in anthology work, other things have happened.
The first is that Bogi Takács has reviewed “Feed Me the Bones of our Saints” and liked it very much. After some commentary that makes me very pleased indeed, Bogi calls it my “best story to date”. :>
The second is that my poem “Sisters” has been published in the first issue of Through the Gate. Go read! And read the other poems! Rose Lemberg, Shira Lipkin, Adrienne J. Odasso, Sonya Taaffe and more! Mine is, as the inspiration page says, about foxes and women c.16,000 years ago, and was a successful attempt to find the voice for a story I was working on about the same subject matter: a more straight-up historical look at this bit of history. That story, “Burials”, is currently out on submission. (“Feed Me the Bones of our Saints” is what happened when I wrote a completely fantastical take on the idea.)
The next story I’ll work on when I’m done with the current anthology work won’t be about foxes. I KNOW. I KNOW.
My very short story “The 17th Contest of Body Artistry” has been published in Expanded Horizons. Body modification in the far future. Art and memory. Go read!
Athena Andreadis has published the table of contents for The Other Half of the Sky — and, to whet readers’ appetites, she has included opening snippets for every story, including my “Under Falna’s Mask”. Based on the snippets, I particularly look forward to reading the stories that Nisi Shawl, Aliette de Bodard and Vandana Singh have contributed to the anthology. It looks like it’s going to be a really interesting read.
And, excitingly, my story “Out They Come” has sold to Shimmer!
You may have heard that Shimmer started paying pro rates in response to the backward, racist direction that Weird Tales has taken. Shimmer aims to bring readers dark, beautiful stories — a continuation of their many years of publishing, as well as a statement that the kind of stories that Weird Tales published under Ann VanderMeer’s brief editorial leadership are wanted (and racist stories are not).
So I’m especially happy that “Out They Come” was the first story Shimmer bought after starting to pay pro rates. I look forward to seeing how the zine continues to grow over the years ahead.
Out in late 2014
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