Here’s a photo from this month’s KGB reading, which featured Marie Rutkoski and Cassandra Clare.
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Here’s a photo from this month’s KGB reading, which featured Marie Rutkoski and Cassandra Clare.
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Next up in my continuing series of paragraphs about writing that really had a big impact on me, here’s Stephen King from On Writing. Many of you I’m sure are familiar with this quote, but it definitely bears repeating:
You have to read widely, constantly refining (and redefining) your own work as you do so. It’s hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written, but I know it’s true. If I had a nickel for every person who ever told me he/she wanted to become a writer but “didn’t have time to read,” I could buy myself a pretty good steak dinner. Can I be blunt on this subject? If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.
Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in … Reading at meals is considered rude in polite society, but if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered anyway.
Here’s the cover of the new John Joseph Adams anthology Federations (“From Star Trek to Star Wars and from Dune to Foundation, science fiction has a rich history of exploring the idea of vast interstellar societies … The stories in Federations continue that tradition”). Features a blurb from Wil Wheaton!
“Many thanks to the following … The NYC Rebel Alliance — consisting of Christopher M. Cevasco (C3P0), Douglas E. Cohen (R2D2), David Barr Kirtley (Chewbacca), Andrea Kail (Leia), and Rob Bland (Han Solo), among others.”
Which occasioned this conversation among the alliance in question at KGB last night:
“So what do you think?” “That’s cool. Except why am I Chewbacca? I’m totally not Chewbacca. I should be, like, Han Solo. Wait, who’s Han Solo?” “Rob’s Han Solo.” “Oh. Yeah. I guess Rob is more Han Solo than me. But I should at least be Luke Skywalker or something.” “I’m Luke Skywalker. That’s the whole point. See, I’m Luke Skywalker, and everyone I know is my–” “I could be Lando.” “Yeah, I thought about that. Except I didn’t want to make one of my friends Lando, because Lando betrays all his friends.” “But then he redeems himself. He blows up a Death Star.” “That doesn’t change the fact that he betrays everyone.” “Man, you’re tough, if blowing up a Death Star isn’t even enough to get back on your good side.” “Dave betrayed all his friends by moving to LA.” “But then he redeemed himself by coming back.” “See, he is Lando.” |
Here’s a photo I just came across from last October’s New York Review of Science Fiction Reading Series, where I read my story “The Skull-Faced Boy.” I really like the Reservoir Dogs quality of this shot. So here’s me, John Langan, and Doug Cohen, a.k.a. the Bad Boyz of South Street. Swilling Poland Spring with my finger on my manuscript, yo. (Photo by Barbara Krasnoff.)
I’d heard this was in the works, but I didn’t realize they’d actually started coming out: The Collected Stories of Roger Zelazny from NESFA Press.
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In what has to be the bargain of the century, NESFA Press is issuing six–count ’em, six!–collections of Zelazny’s short fiction. The first two books are out, and they are great buys: handsome hardbacks with a newly commissioned Michael Whelan painting for the dust jacket, sewn signatures, notes for each story, commentary from Zelazny, and annotations by someone who’s done his homework. In other words, get this NOW before they go out of print and command princely sums! The print run, I believe, is approximately 2,000 of each volume, so once the word gets out, fans will snap these up. I’m not in a position to go check my copies, but my recollection is that these are around $30 or less each. What amazes me is that the first two books have stories I’ve never been able to locate, since Zelazny had early short fiction published in small magazines, fanzines, prozines, etc. So this is your chance to get all of his short fiction, in hardback, in an edition made specifically for his fans. For the two books on hand, any praise I sing is insufficient: I eagerly await the remaining four titles, due out before Christmas.
I don’t know this fellow — for all I know he works for NESFA Press. If he does he deserves a raise, since I ordered both books immediately after reading this.
Here’s another little paragraph about writing that struck a chord with me, and that I’ve reread many times. This one’s not technically advice, but it kind of looks like advice if you squint. This is Gardner Dozois explaining the popularity of George R. R. Martin, from the introduction to the massive short story collection GRRM: A RRetrospective (later repackaged as Dreamsongs):
George has always been a richly romantic writer. Dry minimalism or the cooly ironic games of postmodernism so beloved by many modern writers and critics are not what you’re going to get when you open something by George R. R. Martin. What you’re going to get instead is a strongly-plotted story driven by emotional conflict and crafted by someone who’s a natural-born storyteller, a story that grabs you on the first page and refuses to let go. You’re going to get adventure, action, conflict, romance, and lust, vivid human emotion: obsessive, doomed love, stark, undying hatred, unexpected veins of rich humor … and something that’s rare even in science fiction and fantasy these days (let alone the mainstream) — a love of adventure for adventure’s sake, a delighting in the strange and colorful, bizarre plants and animals, exotic scenery, strange lands, strange customs, stranger people, backed by the inexhaustible desire to see what’s over the next hill, or waiting on the next world.
Merlyn’s Pen has posted the full text of my short story “The Sorcerer & The Charlatan.” This piece, which I wrote when I was about fifteen, was the first story I ever wrote that got published.
Wow, this is a new one to me. Apparently vaccines harm psychic abilities. Just take it from Zulu shaman Credo Mutwa:
“I noticed that school children in mission schools who had been vaccinated for smallpox or measles could not see spiritual entities at all. A flying saucer would fly through the sky at great speed and be seen by many men & women but the children who had been vaccinated would see nothing and I noticed this hundreds of times.”
Wait, so this guy’s seen flying saucers hundreds of times? While I’ve never even seen one crummy flying saucer? But then, I suppose was vaccinated. One more thing to blame my parents for, I guess. On the other hand, I’ve never died of any easily preventable illnesses either, so it kind of balances out.
In the same vein as the Roger Zelazny quote I posted yesterday, here’s another of my favorite little bits of really common-sense, practical writing advice. It’s an excerpt from a letter that George R. R. Martin sent to his collaborator Lisa Tuttle, which she reprinted in her book Writing Fantasy & Science Fiction. On the issue of alien names he says:
“The best way to handle it, I think, is to avoid naming things gizzuks and smerps, and to run together real words and use them in context in such a way that they’re self-explanatory. Besides, human colonists would never name anything a gizzuk. Thusly I have stories that features windwolves and tree-spooks and rock-cats and plains devils and such.”
Some of the best writing advice I ever got I came across in Roger Zelazny’s essay “Constructing a Science Fiction Novel,” which appeared in his short story collection Frost & Fire. On the subject of describing characters he writes:
“How much can the mind take in at one gulp? See the character entirely but mention only three things, I decided. Then quit and get on with the story. If a fourth characteristic sneaks in easily, okay. But leave it at that intially. No more. Trust that other features will occur as needed, so long as you know. ‘He was a tall, red-faced kid with one shoulder lower than the other.’ Were he a tall, red-faced kid with bright blue eyes (or large-knuckled hands or storms of freckles upon his cheeks) with one shoulder lower than the other, he would actually go out of focus a bit rather than grow clearer in the mind’s eye. Too much detail creates sensory overload, impairing the reader’s ability to visualize.”
I was reminded of this advice while reading over this description of Abraham Van Helsing from Bram Stoker’s Dracula:
“A man of medium weight, strongly built, with his shoulders set back over a broad, deep chest and a neck well balanced on the trunk as the head is on the neck. The poise of the head strikes me at once as indicative of thought and power. The head is noble, well-sized, broad, and large behind the ears. The face, clean-shaven, shows a hard, square chin, a large resolute, mobile mouth, a good-sized nose, rather straight, but with quick, sensitive nostrils, that seem to broaden as the big bushy brows come down and the mouth tightens. The forehead is broad and fine, rising at first almost straight and then sloping back above two bumps or ridges wide apart, such a forehead that the reddish hair cannot possibly tumble over it, but falls naturally back and to the sides. Big, dark blue eyes are set widely apart, and are quick and tender or stern with the man’s moods.”
If you can read through that without zoning out, you must be on Adderall — and that’s leaving aside the issue of specific details that are just silly (sensitive nostrils?). If that description coheres for you into anything approximating a human being, your brain just does not work like mine does. All I see when I read that description is Mr. Potato Head.
Rob writes:
I’ve just begun preparations for a clothing company, and I would like to use your doodle of a zombie in one of my T-shirt designs. The doodle will be heavily changed and effect-ed, but I would like to use it as a basis. If you agree and the T-shirt goes into printing, I will happily send you one all the way from sunny England!
I told him sure. I asked which doodle he was thinking of using, but haven’t heard back. It would be one of these four.
I just learned that my good buddy Tobias S. Buckell tuckerized me in his Halo novel The Cole Protocol.
Lieutenant Dante Kirtley ran the communications station with Lieutenant Burt on the UNSC Midsummer Night in 2534. He was responsible for relaying messages throughout the ship. Kirtley believed that the Office of Naval Intelligence tortured their prisoners, which greatly offended Major Akio Watanabe.
When Lieutenant Badia Campbell mortally wounded Commander Dmitri Zheng and shot him and Li to boot, Kirtley recovered from his shoulder wound and tried to give Zheng medical attention. However, the Commander refused, instead going to lock the codes to the Shiva-class Nuclear Missiles onboard and broadcasting the ship’s surrender to The Rubble. On the orders of Maria Esquival, the Insurrectionists captured Kirtley and the rest of the crew, but the SPARTAN-IIs of Gray Team soon freed them and they boarded the freighter Mighty Sparrow, and onboard Kirtley continued to serve as communications officer before they moved back to the Midsummer Night. He was the first to notice that the Jackals were moving out of the Rubble.
He survived the Battle of the Rubble and the Battle of Metisette.
How cool is that?
Okay, so the clear highlight of the Shocklines Film Series was Treevenge, a diabolical tale about the horrors experienced by fir trees at Christmas time and how the trees wreak bloody vengeance upon humanity.
I’m planning to go to this tonight: The Shocklines Film Series. Seven short horror films, including two adaptations of stories by Joe Hill.
Last fall I discovered a terrific video game video podcast called The 1-Up Show that’s put out by a group of video game magazine reviewers. The show has great production values, and alternates between game footage, comedy skits, and hardcore gamers hanging out and talking about games. These guys definitely know their stuff, they swear a lot, and overall it’s a lot like just hanging out with a bunch of friends, and in my opinion is a lot more successful than other video game video podcasts I’ve seen that try to parrot the formal conventions of a television news broadcast. The show even features a theme song I like more than most Top 40 (“Hey, I don’t wanna go to work today / Just wanna stay home and play / all my videogames”). The 1-Up Show stopped updating in December, and I figured they were just taking the holidays off, but I recently learned that the whole staff was laid off and the show is no more. Damn. Some of the cast members are trying to keep the show going as an indie production under the name Co-Op, and it’s even got good theme music too (“The thing I like about you most is / You run away with me / So pack your bags and your shotgun too / We might run into zom-bies”). If you have any interest in video games at all, check it out. They could probably use the eyeballs right now more than ever.
I set up a profile over at LibraryThing if anyone wants to browse my bookshelf. These are mostly all books I’ve actually read. (Click on “xxx books cataloged” and then “Covers.”)
Here’s a funny song about Paul Krugman:
There’s now a website up for the independent film The Arrangement, which is being produced by my good friend Rob Bland. I attended a staged reading of the script last fall, I’ve seen some of the preliminary footage, and I’m really looking forward to seeing the finished movie. Check it out.
Now this is interesting. I just watched this debate on “Freedoms of Speech” between Christopher Hitchens and Shashi Tharoor. I studied Constitutional law in college, and even I didn’t know the history behind this famous legal declaration:
Shashi Tharoor: I think it’s also worthwhile quoting the American Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, who said that freedom of speech does not extend to the right to shout fire, falsely, in a crowded theater.
Christopher Hitchens: Justice Holmes’s famous judgment, it seems to me, is one of the stupidest remarks ever made from the bench of the United States Supreme Court and, by the way, he made it in the following context: A group of Yiddish-speaking socialists, who were opposed to Mr. Wilson’s first World War … America’s participation in the imperial bloodbath, gave out leaflets — in Yiddish — in New York saying don’t sign up for the war, don’t believe in it, you’re being led into a disaster. They were put in prison for life, for producing leaflets in Yiddish making a socialist case against the war, and bloody fool Oliver Wendell Holmes had the nerve to say it was the equivalent of shouting fire in a crowded theater where there was no fire. Course there was a fire! There was a bloodbath on the Western Front. That’s a fire enough for anybody.
My grandfather Roger Barr passed away early this morning at the age of 98. He was my mom’s father, and was my last surviving grandparent. He was being cared for by my uncle Steve (his son) and aunt Denice — both medical professionals — and was still sharp and good-humored in his final days. Yesterday […]