THE UNLIKELY HERO – Beau Schemery’s Aryan teenage unicorn fetish

Despite the suspicions Mother Dragon shared with Celestrian before her death, he may be the last surviving unicorn of Vrelenden—though most may simply think him some crazy person with a horn attached to his forehead. Nevertheless, Trian has nothing to hold on to but hope, and he’s about to hang that hope on an unlikely hero named Renwald Mallorian. Ren may have been born an accountant’s son, but he’s longed to be a professional hero for as long as he can remember, and he’s read every book on the subject he could get his hands on. When Trian arrives and hires him to find the last remaining unicorns, Ren jumps at the offer and their quest begins.

But the evil Father Denkham is intent on obtaining the last unicorn and sets a deadly assassin on their trail. If that isn’t bad enough, they’ll face a Vampire, Dragon, bandits, and zombies. Their only hope now is for Ren to prove he’s the hero he always dreamed of becoming—but no book in the world could have prepared him for what’s in store.

Yes, that’s a unicorn furry wearing a thong. This, as you will soon gather, is a book about copious teenage unicorn sex. Rejoice, for we’re about to embark on the beautiful and magical journey of someone’s D&D campaign involving a shitload of erotic roleplay turned into a novel.

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DOKUHIME wait what the fuck

Haha wait what?

I like how the one brown-skinned woman is shunted way to the back while the foreground is dominated by ultra-pale beauties, two of them with what appears to be blonde hair and one with inhuman quantities of eyelashes. And, by the way, they are supposed to be appropriations of Native Americans except they live in a desert and what the fuck is going on. Like, shit, this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone mash up an orientalist harem fantasy with, uhhh, Native Americans. Say, are these clothes even from the same culture? And who dresses like this outdoor in a fucking desert?

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those links

Plugging the Alphahole

“It’s not anti-feminist if like it” seems to be the subtext. “It’s not misogynist if it turns my crank. It’s not problematic if I pretend it’s a guilty pleasure.” [...] It also creates an imbalance, a hierarchy, between pseudo-intellectual readers and those who just read for pleasure and don’t turn a critical eye to every book: “can read and enjoy the Greek billionaire ordering the virgin around because I took three Women’s Studies classes in college and donate money to RAINN. I’m not That Reader.” Oh, yes, you are. Own it. And talk about it. Don’t pretend the modern-day romance reader is any more liberated/aware/superior than the first person who got tingly when a pirate ravished an unwilling maiden.

Dear Author, as per usual, does more mental gymnastics to justify this shit. A new low when one of their whiteys claims racism actually helps advance multicultural ia ia ftagn Hitler.

Before I go on, I want to note a couple of things: first, in these narratives, cultural diversity and hybridization are viewed as positive values (another way in which I see Romance rooted in an Anglo-American cultural context). Consequently, these narrative involve a certain level of cultural appropriation for the purpose of investigating alternative cultural and social realities, which themselves are not necessarily grounded in an authentically realized portrayal.

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All of Julia’s wealth and social privilege as a Roman did not give her the kind of autonomy and personal agency she has with Wulfric, and her realization makes her want to create a new kind of reality with him, one that blends the best of her Roman and his Goth customs. Wulfric tells Julia that he wants to settle in Gaul to “’learn to live with my Roman neighbors.’” Flipping the social script, Allen grounds notions of civilization and barbarism in human nature, rather than cultural difference. Julia sees in Wulfric a man who is “like his wolf, domesticated until roused, then a killer,” while Wulfric compares Julia to “an exotic animal, half-tame, half-wild.” Although highly idealized and somewhat simplistic in its reversal of the old captivity ideology, (which, does, of course, wind through the history of Rome), Allen’s novel also very bluntly sets the agenda for the transcultural union as one that can represent and initiate transformative, egalitarian social evolution.

To a rational person this might sound like yet another instance of a really misogynistic trope where a woman can only be complete/get liberated by a man, but to romance readers this apparently translates to subversion of the status quo.

This is a fun instance of a whitey appropriating outrage… wrongly.

Jamil being a good Hati (sic), making sure his Ulfric didn’t drown.

What? Random racism what? What does Jamil being Haitian have to do with keeping Richard from drowning? WHY THE FUCK IS HAITI MISSPELLED IN A FUCKING PROFESSIONALLY PUBLISHED FUCKING–

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My brain has hit fail overload. Seriously. HOW DO YOU DO THAT? How do you manage to fail that hard in just three fucking paragraphs?

The problem being that Laurell K Hamilton bases her wolf crap around Norse mythology. “Hati” refers to this, but this whitey–who claims she can “put up with not getting the nuances for racial stuff right”–decides it’s a misspelling of Haiti. She’s an admitted straight white Christian American. I’m sure all Haitians appreciate this valiant outrage.

Pregnant Women in America are Being Persecuted for Losing Their Babies. So the US is, like, 24/7 mass shootings, gang rapes, genocide, rape cults, what else? Sex trafficking. Plus this: Gitmo is Killing Me. Oh, and workplace sexual assault.

On the following day, in front of two other faculty members, I told him that I wasn’t interested in him and that he was to leave me alone. I asked him if he understood and he replied yes. On the following day, as I was leading my class into a computer lab, one of the faculty who had been present the day before (also a male senior faculty) assaulted me. He threw me up against the door and shoved something hard into my back. I fell. I took a moment to get my breath. Shaking, I walked to the art office and reported this to my chairperson. I was being physically attacked, intimidated, bullied and harassed. I thought that, surely, something would to be done to these two people, that some action would be taken. I had been harassed and assaulted. The law had been broken twice. I was in a state of shock.

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they began to launch an investigation into my background. I was hounded, harassed and totally ignored. Every day, my student display cases had garbage stuffed in them. No one would sit next to me in faculty meetings and I was not invited to departmental gatherings. I became a pariah. Then, the faculty committee tried to end my contract. However, both professors continued to sit on tenure and promotion committees and to participate fully in the running of the department.

The American national identity sure involves a lot of rape, gang rape, and trying to rape.

In case this was in doubt, Lev Grossman’s The Magicians is Excrement.

Since there are still people who hail JK Rowling as the goddess of anti-racism, let’s shit on her some more.

Rowling is progressive, clearly pro-immigration, and the Harry Potter series illustrate a typical liberal approach to race blindness. Her works still presuppose that integration is synonymous with invisibility, but she also argues for the potential success of Britain’s multicultural model.  Their well-integrated and invisible races ensure that Cho Chang, Dean Thomas, and the Patel sisters can be British without disrupting British identity with their racialized bodies. While I appreciated that Cho Chang became a sobbing mess inOrder of the Phoenix without her emotional deterioration being tied to her ethnicity, I can’t separate issues of representation from the larger systemic trend found within the fantasy genre. (Cho is the character of colour with the most screen time. One chapter is dedicated to her character in Order of the Phoenix, where she spends most of the time crying, and she receives a few sentences here and there from books 4 to 7. When we meet her, in book 3, she doesn’t say much of anything.)  That characters of colour are in the background allow the reader to know that Hogwarts is Very Diverse, but their importance to the plot is minimal. As the very worst possibility, they act as ornaments to Hogwarts’ status as a Very Progressive School.

MMORPG powergamers.

Rewind to the three days following the release of World Of Warcraft’s Wrath Of The Lich King expansion. Delise played almost without pause. He stopped only momentarily at his desk to eat and drink, the need for intermittent dozing and defecation seen as infuriating biological interruptions by the young player, delaying his quest to rise through the rankings first. In-game, he accepted every quest he was offered, assimilating the experience points, but discarding those activities he believed would take too long to complete. He never idled, only pressed forward.

Ew.

Karen Lord – THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS

The Sadiri were once the galaxy’s ruling élite, but now their home planet has been rendered unlivable and most of the population destroyed. The few groups living on other worlds are desperately short of Sadiri women, and their extinction is all but certain.

Civil servant Grace Delarua is assigned to work with Councillor Dllenahkh, a Sadiri, on his mission to visit distant communities, looking for possible mates. Delarua is impulsive, garrulous and fully immersed in the single life; Dllenahkh is controlled, taciturn and responsible for keeping his community together. They both have a lot to learn.

What the fuck is this shit.

I was lukewarm toward Lord’s previous book, though I didn’t hate it. It was an easy read. There was a lot of hubbub surrounding The Best of All Possible Worlds enough that I was interested, even though the synopsis frankly sounds like shit.

Turns out, it’s really absolutely fucking shit. My nickname for this book is The Best of All Eugenics. 

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Tsutomu Takahashi – HITO HITORI FUTARI

After the body dies, the soul lives on. Many spirits progress toward the world of light, through the levels of the spirit world where they study how to improve their souls. These spirits are sometimes reincarnated into the physical world, and sometimes they are sent back as guardian spirits for other living people. Guardian spirits must protect their charges souls from the blackness that oozes up from the world of darkness below.

Riyon is a very laid-back spirit, who often skips her spirit classes to fool around. To train her further, she is sent back to the physical world as a guardian spirit. Instead of following a human from birth, she is helping a beleaguered man, the Japanese Prime Minister Kasuga Soichiro, in the last year and a half of his life. After an unexpected close call with death, Kasuga gains some unusual talents, including the ability to see Riyon. Will Riyon and Kasuga together be able to protect his battered soul?

This is pretty weird, somewhat problematic, and kind of unusual. It is a manga about a Japanese prime minister who’s trying to denuclearize Japan. Yes, really.

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eat your links and like them

The Rape of James Bond.

My go-to example for this used to be James Bond. “Is it realistic that James Bond has never been raped?” I would say. How many times has he found himself utterly at the mercy of men who want to hurt, degrade and humiliate him before killing him? I will accept, on any one such occasion,  the odds might be in his favour. I suppose it is plausible for many of his enemies – even most of them – not to think of raping him or having him raped by others, despite having captured him, tied him up and possibly removed some of his clothes. But all of them?

I Am The Blogger Who Allegedly “Complicated” The Steubenville Rape Case. Sounds like America needs to sort out its rape problem. Any of you Americans looking to immigrate somewhere a bit safer for women? While at it, let’s look at the human trafficking that goes on in the US as well. Yes, as in sex trafficking. Land of the free rapists!

Abigail Nussbaum taking apart Sheri Tepper’s Beauty.

Ronan Wills vs The Name of the Wind, chapter by chapter!

At Dear Author, romance fans continue to perform bizarre mental gymnastics to justify racism and misogyny in their genre.

There had been no sound to betray what was passing behind him, but the extra sense, the consciousness of imminent danger that was strong in the desert-bred man, sprang into active force within the Sheik. He turned like a flash and leaped across the space that separated them, catching her hand as she pressed the trigger, and the bullet sped harmlessly an inch above her head. With his face gone suddenly ghastly he wrenched the weapon from her and flung it far into the night.

For a moment they stared into each other’s eyes in silence, then, with a moan, she slipped from his grasp and fell at his feet in an agony of terrible weeping. With a low exclamation he stooped and swept her up into his arms, holding her slender, shaking figure with tender strength, pressing her head against him, his cheek on her red-gold curls.

“My God! child, don’t cry so. I can bear anything but that,” he cried brokenly.

This was a book published in 1919. A google search of “sheikh romances” will reveal that nothing’s changed since.

Deepa D and others tackle shitty YA authors, namely Cassandra Clare, Maureen Johnson, and Claudia Gray–the latter two I’ve never heard of but since they are white it’s safe to assume they’re screaming racists. Plus Libba Bray, whom I understand white feminists just adore. Is there such a thing as a white YA author who makes great big noises about being progressive but who aren’t in action diarrheic bigots?

While we’re at it, why not shit on romance some more. Here’s one bemoaning how awful it is that she can’t find nice, comfortable escapism in historical romance.

World War II was total war — much more so in Britain than in the United States. It affected every facet of everyday life in terribly intrusive ways for a terribly, terribly long time. Rationing in Britain began in 1940 and didn’t completely end until 1954. One of the things I admire about Carrie Lofty’s world-building in His Very Own Girl is that she gets that. The war is everywhere. It infects everything. It is a constant factor in Lulu and Joe’s relationship, the catalyst for their meeting, their disagreements, their reunions, their hopes and dreams, their inescapable sorrows. It is hard and mean and horrible.

Hey, shit-spewing asshole, do you think the rest of the world had it easy and nice during WW2?

Zoe E Whitten is a self-published author. I engaged her because she made some racist tweets. Then I visited her timeline again and it’s full of tweets confessing to child abuse, followed by a rant about how everyone who reacted in horror (including survivors of child abuse) to this is a petty, hypocritical liberal. Trigger warnings: child abuse, sexual assault.

Less potentially triggery is her hilarious post thanking the handful of people who don’t mind the child molesting thing who’d give her the time of the day.

I complain about writers playing it safe and not being real with people, and yes, I complain about readers who demand professionalism from artists like we’re more related to bankers and middle managers than to punk rockers who trash their hotel and pee on the service desk on their way out.

The thing is, I’m not a banker or a middle manager. When I see other writers talk about “professional behavior,” I just laugh and think how their heroes talked and acted. Their heroes would shake their heads at all of this self-censorship in the name of likability. I think some writers are so out of touch with their roots, and they’re so afraid of losing even one sale that they couldn’t say shit with a mouthful. They won’t talk politics or religion, lest they lose sales. They won’t talk up the environment, or human rights, or queer rights, women’s right, or civil rights, because every topic is too risky for their precious sales numbers. If that’s what professional is, I don’t want to be a pro. I want to be the punk with both middle fingers waving in the air, and I want to be the rebel artist screaming, “Fuck alla y’all if you can’t feel what I’m saying!”

For a great rebel punk artist living on the fringe and being real, her reading tastes are a bit… unreal.

So I will close this out by saying I give Breaking Dawn 5 stars, and I’m so hyped after reading this last book, I plan to go back and start reading Twilight again. Count me in as a dedicated Twihard, please.

THE ALCHEMY OF STONE – Ekaterina Sedia

Mattie, an intelligent automaton skilled in the use of alchemy, finds herself caught in the middle of a conflict between gargoyles, the Mechanics, and the Alchemists. With the old order quickly giving way to the new, Mattie discovers powerful and dangerous secrets – secrets that can completely alter the balance of power in the city of Ayona. This doesn’t sit well with Loharri, the Mechanic who created Mattie and still has the key to her heart – literally.

I was surprised that this was captivating from the first pages on, seeing that Sedia’s other steampunk novel–Heart of Iron–was a bit hit-and-miss with me. This is a stronger book than that by far, if not quite a match for The House of Discarded Dreams

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rounding up the links

You know it says a lot about everything that Y: The Last Man is often held up as a comic that does awesome shit about gender. It doesn’t.

The reason for all this is pretty simple. It’s an authorial fiat to make Yorick the Most Important Person on Earth. The gendercide could have taken a much more believable form, say, an actual plague, but this would not serve the same narrative purposes. If a virus or bacterium were responsible, it would take time (years) for the world’s population to fully succumb; and even then, there’s always the possibility of other male survivors, quarantined somewhere. If Yorick were spared due to a genetic immunity to the plague, then it would stretch the imagination for him to be the only one. Have you read I Am Legend (no, not the movie)? Don’t worry, neither has Brian K. Vaughan. Likewise if the gendercide were eugenics-based, Children of Men-style; Yorick would have the rest of his generation, at least, to keep him company. But this way, it’s Yorick and only Yorick. He must be humanity’s last hope from the beginning; even the possibility of other male survivors would undermine his specialness (if you doubt that Yorick is Vaughan’s thinly-veiled self-insert, consider that he is an English major who enjoys making jokes about grammar, and is protected by a secret agent bodyguard who is secretly in love with him). And make no mistake, Yorick is special. He is the savior of the human race. It makes no difference whether it’s ultimately his penis or his pet monkey that makes him special; a geeky, aw-shucks Anti-Sue like Yorick is still a Mary Sue.

Unprevailing reviewed The Name of the Wind.

Once the street orphan plot no longer becomes necessary to Rothfuss, Kvothe leaves this life with ridiculous ease. Now it’s off to the cleverly named “University” to become Kvothe-cum-Harry Potter. Indeed, this section is much like a Harry Potter for adults neckbeards–without the benefit of the whimsy or any strong female characters. Kvothe is an orphan, hated by some teachers and beloved by others. He becomes friends all-too-quickly with a couple misfits. He has a rival of noble birth. He gets himself into mischief. He is brilliant in all his endeavors but stymied by the ladies. On that point: women exist as mere curiosities for the sausage fest. Ah, the male gaze.

I still think the title is an elaborate way to say “fart.” I mean, really now.

I had a run-in with Fadzlishah Johanabas, a “doctor” who claims to work with and help abuse survivors but who thinks telling people who disagree with them that they must’ve had a damaged childhood is an awesome tactic. See Storify here. Trigger warnings abound! Man also believes anti-white racism, misandry and heterophobia are real things. Note that I do not want to speak for abuse survivors, and if I’ve done or said anything wrong, call me the fuck out.

A lesbian journalist who loves Ender’s Game interviewed Orson Scott Card. Yeah, pretty much.

Literacy Privilege: How I Learned to Check Mine blah blah blah whatever. It’s obvious concerns about imperialism etc come to the poster as an afterthought and she still doesn’t really get what imperialism has to do with anything. She’s an American and an Anglophone. How did you guess?

“Ghost Stories”: The ubiquitous anti-feminism of young adult romances is from someone who did a shitload of YA ghostwriting, which explains a LOT about that genre, doesn’t it.

I view the genre with an insider’s perspective: I paid my way through university by ghostwriting YA romances for various publishing houses. It was an easy job at first: padding chapter word counts through the judicious use of erotic ekphrasis, mentally calculating how many pennies each adjective added to my bank account: (“His rippling, supple muscular chest, shimmering in the bright sunlight. His smooth, almost preternaturally marble-white skin…”). Yet, after over twenty such books – each written to my employers’ chapter-by-chapter outlines – I began to feel increasingly uneasy about the message such tropes send to the genre’s young, largely female readership.

Drew C of Ferretbrain reviewed Farming Simulator 2013 seriously. It sounds kind of fun, actually.

Slash fandom is pretty hilarious.

Here’s the kicker… Neither of us is a Sherlock/John shipper. We both see Sherlock and John as two men who have a very unique and incredibly strong friendship. Here’s the irony: I have been called a homophobe for not shipping Sherlock and John. I received hate messages in my (now deleted) Sherlock blog when I answered ‘do you ship Johnlock?’ with the single word ‘no’. It was oddly amusing: “Homophobe”, “die cis scum!”, “go kill yourself”, “you must be a lonely, fat, hag”.

The poster’s an old gay dude and while queer people can internalize homophobia, I’m gonna go on a limb and say that not participating in slash bullshit isn’t an expression of that. Also, what does “die cis scum” have to do with anything? Aren’t the actors and the characters, like, cis males?

JORMUNGAND – finale

There’s a huge caveat about Jormungand and it is that Koko is a child molester. Trigger warning!

(I can’t believe I just qualified that as a “caveat” and not “giant honking fucking dealbreaker,” but I do have some reasoning for it.)

Anyway, at the end of the twenty-second episode, there’s a REALLY CREEPY scene where Jonah–you know, the child soldier–is taking a bath, Koko enters naked, and after talking about her grand plans proceeds to kiss him on the mouth. It basically turns every prior interaction she had with him (in which it just looked like she wanted a cute, murdering, gun-toting kid brother) into sinister shit. Like sinister grooming shit. It’s never been made clear how old Koko really is, but I think we can all agree she’s an adult and an adult has no business kissing a naked prepubescent boy in the bath. Jesus.

But the extra creep factor is that this is one of those authorial wish-fulfillment shit. Pretty much all shotacon outside yaoi is about the heterosexual male wish to be “initiated” into sex by an older woman, for more on which see Patrick Rothfuss and the Felurian, so much like the comedy of women beating men up this isn’t about misandry or a matriarchal conspiracy to abuse little boys–it’s instead about, as per usual, the straight male gaze. The average male anime fan doesn’t think “holy fuck Koko is a child molester, what the fuck this is gross.” He thinks “wow that’s hot, if I was Jonah I’d totally tap that. Jonah is so dumb not to take Koko up on her offer of hot older-woman sex! She might even invite Valmet for a threesome! VALMET HAS, LIKE, HUGE BOOBS! XD XD”

So, yeah, it’s creepy as fuck but for more reasons than being abusive in-story.

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