the superior and the inferior sorts of reader

A while back Nick Mamatas talked about the superior sort of reader and the inferior sort of reader, which got me to thinking a bit (and no, not just because he sorted me into the “superior” category, but thanks, mister).

At Astrogator’s Logs Athena Andreadis writes about The Dark Knight Rises and The Bourne LegacyFresh Breezes From Unexpected Quarters.

I detest Christopher Nolan’s ponderous dourness. The only film of his I found remotely intriguing was The Prestige. Auteur pretensions aside, the closest relatives of Nolan’s Batman opus are the abysmal Star Wars prequels. The two trilogies share pretty much everything: the wooden dialogue, the cardboard characters, the manipulative sentimentality, the leaden exposition, the cultural parochialism, the nonsensical plot, the worshipping of messiahs and unaccountable privileged elites, the contempt for “mundanes” and democratic structures, the dislike of women and non-hierarchical relationships. To be sure, Nolan’s second Batman film boasted the unforgettable performance of Heath Ledger’s Joker. But TDKR should have been called Bat Guano or Darth Vader Meets the Transformers.

Abigail Nussbaum also has a thing or two to say about The Dark Knight Rises:

The Dark Knight Rises extends Batman’s authority past crime, into technological progress, and even into social welfare–when Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s Officer Blake, a Batman believer who is one of the first to uncover signs of the film’s villain, starts his investigation by following up the murder of a homeless teen, he learns that the boy was kicked out of his group home because the cash-strapped Wayne Foundation has stopped funding it.  In other words, it’s not just the police that needs to be augmented by a caped crusader, but every level of government that must be replaced by private enterprise and private philanthropy.  And when that private benefactor is mocked, derided, hobbled in his efforts to keep his community safe and even hunted down for those efforts–why, then he will retreat from his obligations, and the result will be disaster.

Fine pieces of criticism. Now I would like to take a look at some reviews for a bunch of assorted things.

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fight! fight!

Caitlin Kiernan is angry with me because I said “lol,” which she perhaps feels was unsuitable to the gravity of our discourse, twitter being a sacred symposium. My bad, Ms Kiernan, I do so apologize that I never capitalized my tweets to you either. Next time I promise I’ll speak real serious. Kari Sperring notes

And I am uncomfortable that so many of [requireshate's] attacks are aimed at women, rather than men.

This is in response to a post that’s in turn a sequel to a previous post where Kiernan repeatedly singles out this demographic as the cause of all things intolerable on the Intertubes–

There is an ever growing contingency of people online (and, presumably, offline) – largely, it seems, young, college-educated white women/girls in the Echo Boomer/Homeland Generation age bracket* – who are so astoundingly, viciously, humorlessly hyper-politicized that they are incapable of approaching a given work of fiction as a work of fiction.

I’m not sure how Sperring squares “she attacks women rather than men and that makes me uncomfortable” with what amounts to a blanket dismissal of humorless feminists in almost as many words (and an automatic conflation of caring about politics with naivete) to go along with the rather gendered “shrill screeds.” At a guess it would be because I said something to Sperring and she said something about me making her an example “imperialist bitch.” The “bitch” is hers in assumption (or hyperbole), not mine. You can see parts of that exchange here.

There’s a bunch of fun straw men in Kiernan’s post, so enjoy!

I will also point out that the individual who considers Silk racist also made statements like “goddamn 99% of white people should break their keyboards and their hands period unless they promise only to write about whites.” No, truly. I’m not making this up. “jesus white people really can’t write China for shit. or Thailand either.” And “white people writing fantasy China give me the creeps.” Okay, so. If I am of whichever many, many Caucasian lineages (many of which readily qualify as people of color), I should never, ever write Thai or Chinese characters, unless I want my hands and keyboard broken. Because, by this person’s estimation, in so doing, I shall inevitably commit “racefail.” Does this mean they advocate torture and censorship? I don’t know, but it wouldn’t be an outlandish conclusion to draw, based on their comments. Should Caucasian Americans never write about any other people in any other country? Or an American member of a race other than one’s own?**** Is that forbidden?

Plus a lot of infants shitting themselves in joy in the comments that someone–AT LONG LAST!!!–steps up to protest those dreadful PC police. But seriously, that’s waaaaay too many fucking words just to say what amounts to “stand and fight against POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GONE MAD, BRAVE WARRIORS! DEFEND YOUR ART. ART, MAN, ART.” I’ll note here that when the first word you reach for to describe an East Asian girl is “exotic,” that’s lazy shorthand, not art. Unless your idea of art is lazy shorthands, in which case what more is there to say? The best part is that I don’t think Kiernan actually read my rather mild review of her book, though even if she does she may not be happy that I ultimately declared Silk an unreadable clusterfuck of flat plot, unscary horror, and uncompelling characters. Yes, that’s a dreamcatcher on the cover art that features a white girl, why did you ask? Yes, it appears in the novel. She makes one to protect her friends against her demons, if I recall correctly. Madam, let us say that your committing racefail is not a thing in potentia, y’know what I mean? Even if we ignore that Silk is a pretty awful novel for reasons having nothing to do with its politics.

While defending herself from clearly spurious charges of racefail (MADE BY DUMB, NAIVE, HUMORLESS WOMEN WHO MAKE SHRILL SCREEDS ON TWITTER–MOST OF WHOM ARE WHITE AND COLLEGE-EDUCATED… except the third party who called her a troll is, in fact, a woman of color), Kiernan goes on to defend Heart of DarknessAnd Dr Doolittle.

Well…I have, and I would [encourage people to read Dr. Doolittle]. We saw a wonderful exhibit at the Peabody Museum of Natural History in the winter of 2008 or 2009, which displayed Hugh Lofting’s original illustrations and manuscripts and letters. The exhibit also discussed the inherent racism (and other issues) within the context of the time when they were written. We cannot toss out all literature before the emergence of more equal and educated Western societies. They exist, many are powerful and important (despite their social weaknesses), and we cannot pretend otherwise.

Could not make up a better caricature if I tried. It’s so amazing that I can’t be offended. It’s just, man, how do you even do that? Is there any piece of western literary canon she won’t defend because it’s “powerful and important”? What does she think of Lovecraft given that she’s a horror writer? She also seems to believe that criticism equals stifling and banning, a bit like how Richard Morgan likes to throw his toddler tantrums about “fatwas” because he writes rapetastic grimdark. When was the last time feminist or postcolonialist readings cast something out of her precious literary canon or resulted in effective public condemnation…? I didn’t realize minorities wielded such fearsome power!

One might be compelled to ask “Powerful and important to whom?” but perhaps that is irrelevant to Ms Kiernan, college-educated white individual (and I emphasize these qualities because it is funny that she jeers at those with the same), who’ll insist simply that it’s ART, MAN, ART and never you say otherwise because fuck you, hater of love, freedom, and all things ARTISTIC. She seems mostly interested in “Western societies” and a “polarized America” anyway, so that’s that. Let us then leave her to her America and her Westernlandia, where–it is to be hoped–she will forever stay. No worries, madam, despite your martyr complex nobody’s out to “brand” you. If Elizabeth Moon’s, Paolo Bacigalupi’s, Jay Lake’s and Dan Simmons’ careers never suffered on account of racism, why would yours for insisting that Dr Doolittle and Heart of Darkness are above criticism?

Click here to read Nick Mamatas’ post about writers and readers, part of which has to do with the Kiernan entry that started it all, and part of which has to do with Samuel Delany’s Through the Valley of the Nest of Spiders, which everyone has been daring me to read.

EDIT: And this

The problem is that a PoC will say “you know, that dialogue’s a little stereotyped”, and the white author will hear “RACIST! SHUN HER! KILL THE RACIST BITCH!” And everything goes to hell. Seen it repeatedly in discussions on Romance blogs and in fandom.

Plus this:

Telling someone they shouldn’t be hurt by it doesn’t make it not hurt. If it did, this would be a much easier life for all of us.

I can’t help but think you are descending into special pleading here, Victoria, and running a little too close to privileging your ‘hurt’ over the hurt of authors of colour being unable to market their books to white audiences, or people of colour unable to routinely see characters like themselves in romance books or other genre fiction. I appreciate that you are trying to write more CoC, but you are heavily insulated by white privilege from any real consequences from screwing up in doing so, and the imaginary consequences far outweigh any actual problems you will face.

When writing Characters of Colour, white authors have much more to fear from readers when they are lousy at their craft than for simply writing outside their race. It’s more than time to call bullshit on this ‘risk’.

link ALL THE THINGS

Lavie Tidhar has ANGERED THE STEAMPUNK HORDES. This is awesome. From the email some whiny crybaby sent his publisher:

[his tweet that "steampunk is fascism for nice people] this has (quite rightly) deeply angered and upset a vast majority of the Steampunk community in the UK, Europe and North America.

From his “A Lexicon of Steam Literature of the Third Reich”:

‘Look out!’ shouted Brunhilda. Her long blonde hair whipped in the wind as she clung for dear life to the underside of the mighty airship The Iron Chancellor. Rising ahead was the black airship King David, a dark oppressive presence in the skies. Its mighty guns were aimed at the Iron Chancellor. ‘We will not be defeated by a devolved race!’ cried Brunhilda’s companion, Conrad Bosch, the famed explorer and engineer. ‘Take my hand!’

Francis Lam and Eddie Huang consider “Is it fair for chefs to cook other cultures’ food?” with a focus, of course, on white chefs cooking (and being celebrated for “doing it right”) cuisines from POC cultures.

Jennifer duBois on Writing Across Gender.

I don’t think it’s terribly controversial to note that women, from a young age, are required to consider the reality of the opposite gender’s consciousness in a way that men aren’t. This isn’t to say that women don’t often misunderstand, mistreat, and stereotype men, both in literature and in life. But on a basic level, functioning in society requires that women register that men are fully conscious; it is not really possible for a woman to throw up her hands and write men off as eternally unknowable space aliens — and even if she says she has, she cannot really behave as though she has.

I find the hedging “oh, of course women also do this to men too” irritating, but welp.

Rochita Loenen-Ruiz has a new story out! “Song of the Body Cartographer” is lovely and sad.

You’re Killing Me reviews urban fantasy/paranormal romance. Specifically I liked how they covered Patricia Briggs’ bullshit-a-thon with an eye out for the evo-psych werewolf claptrap.

The US is doing it usual thing. Fuck yeah USA.

lulz of interest

Moritheil has a cousin, one Bobby Banagher, except instead of dicking around with co-opting LGBT discourse this dude co-opts anti-racist discourse instead. No, it’s not just that weeaboos suffer from oppression just like people of color–it’s that white people in general are targets of hurtful comments.

There are sometimes flippant remarks made towards whites on twitter that I find very hurtful. Like whites are privileged or hold down other races, which isn’t true nowadays at all with such things as Affirmative Action, having special scholarships for minorities, welcoming lots of different races into white countries, offering free welfare to poor minorities, donating to other non-White countries like Africa and Brazil, etc. Also there is especially a type of superiority that some American whites feel over Southerners who may don’t have their exact same values. Overall I’d say words that insult whites are words like cracker, hick, etc. Sometimes words like “fundie” also.

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So basically, being called white can’t really be an insult in an English speaking, white dominated society with a successful white history. It’s like insulting a jock because he’s strong, fast, always wins and dates the prom queen. So you can try to find a way to undermine his moral character like calling him bigoted, racist or sexist. And those three things are the main attacks used to insult whites nowadays.

A follow-up occurred on twitter; the dude has since been suspended. Beware, it’s long and chock-full of racism.

Fantasy Faction is a kind of neckbeard den with some of the worst font/color scheme known to man, but they attracted a hilarious self-published dude who flipped his shit after his topic was moved to the “self-published” forum section.

I am not a small press or even self published. M. R. Mathias’ books are PUBLISHED by Michael Robb Mathias Jr. and should be treated no differently that any big named publishers title. WHY? Because I do my job as a publisher too. Please quit sending my posts into the self published/small press thread. My titles are neither. I have 92k twitter followers @DahgMahn and 10 titles in their genre bestselling list. There is nothing self pubbed, or small, about books written by M. R. Mathias.

Twitter follow-up.

It looks like Laurell K. Hamilton is blowing up–again–in true Anne Rice style.

Why will they hate you? So many reasons, here are just a few.

They may hate you for the color of your skin, your sexual orientation, that you’re prettier than they are, that you’re uglier than they are… that you write better than they ever will, that you have a happy family & they don’t, that your married & they want to be, that you’re single & they want to be, you have kids, you don’t have kids, you have a bigger house than they do, better job, no job, a lot of money… getting more sex than they are . . . The list goes on forever.

Yes, a straight white woman born and bred in the United States of White Supremacists can certainly teach us a lot about how being hated for any of these things is precisely like being hated for the color of one’s skin or one’s sexual orientation. I imagine her Amazon average for her latest plotless sex scene must’ve gotten to her. Anyway, some other writer or whoever chimed in.

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links links links also let’s oppress weeaboos

The Biyuti Collective has a wonderful post On Manners, Etiquette and the White Man’s Rules.

It is important that so many white people use standards of etiquette to judge how civilized and human some people are. It is important that within the last ten years there is an incident like this in Canada. That children of colour are being held to and judged on some arbitrary white standard of etiquette. That they are being shamed and policed.

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I have trouble eating with a knife and fork. I’m always awkward with them and often end up creating a mess. I never use them. I’m a pro with a spoon and a fork. With chopsticks, even. Knife and fork? Clumsy, awkward, and just not the best utensils for the sorts of things that I eat.

The “cutlery controversy” in Canada incident is referenced.

The boy’s mother pursued a formal apology, reporting that, in a telephone conversation with school principal Normand Bergeron, he had told her “Madame, you are in Canada. Here in Canada you should eat the way Canadians eat.”[3]

The story first appeared in the West Island Chronicle. According to the Montreal-area newspaper, “When (the boy’s mother) questioned Bergeron about punishing students for their table habits, she says he replied that, ‘If your son eats like a pig he has to go to another table because this is the way we do it and how we’re going to do it every time.’”

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“I don’t necessarily want students to eat with one hand or with only one instrument, I want them to eat intelligently at the table … I want them to eat correctly with respect for others who are eating with them. That’s all I ask. Personally, I don’t have any problems with it, but it is not the way you see people eat every day. I have never seen somebody eat with a spoon and a fork at the same time.

It doesn’t need to be reiterated of that this is racist as fuck, and disgusting. And have you ever considered how inefficient it is to eat many dishes with a fork and knife? Stupid even, and inefficient? The spoon-and-fork way is both superior and more decorous: it’s neat and lets you gather up all the things you want to gather up. It lets you clean the plate. If occidentals want to find dirty primitives to sneer at, they need only to look into a mirror.

Rochita Loenen-Ruiz guest-posted Decolonizing as an SF Writer at Kate Elliot’s blog.

In the course of this journey, I have been told that I need to learn English better. That I can’t possibly grasp the nuances of the English language the way a native English speaker does and that I will never be published as an SF writer.

And then, there are people who say that because I write in English, my narrative is contaminated and no longer true to the culture I come from.


People who follow me on twitter may have been watching a particular exchange yesterday. I now feel that it is necessary to clarify some things, since people appear to misunderstand me about a very crucial matter–to wit, that I’m an advocate of some strange form of feminism that is an all-human, encompassing movement in which the rights and identities of weeaboos, otherkin, furries, fandom, geeks, nerds and their ilk must be respected and campaigned for. Now I’ll say, and dispel this misconception once and for all, that I do not give even one single shit about the fake oppression and the martyr complexes enjoyed by weeaboos, otherkin, furries, fandom, geeks, nerds and such ilk.

You might think this is not a thing which requires clarification. So did I! Well, both you and I are wrong.

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links round-up! Waters Rising and stuff

Links, man, links. The first is from Keep Your Bridges Burning, a critique of The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes, that punching bag which everyone should join in punching until it’s bloody. Neil Gaiman is basically like Joss Whedon: a rich white straight man everyone praises as the champion of minorities, but who’s actually racist and pretty sexist, and also:

Like, in this one, I remember the character Judy- who appears in the deeply problematic 24 Hours section- to be pretty sympathetic, and actually kind of a fashion root. But on re-reading this comic today and yesterday, she actually is kind of a paper-thin dyke stereotype dressed up as something more complicated, who is immediately killed off. She hits her girlfriend and then dies.

YES THANK YOU

Fatihah Iman wrote a really rad post about the Bechdel Paradise of a Muslim woman’s life.

When I am older, my network of female friends will become my Auntie Network. Grown Muslim men live in awe of the power of the Auntie Network, and I have never met an Arab or Muslim woman who didn’t have one – a vast, highly organised web of female friends to whom she turns whenever she has a need, great or small.

This is the strength of Muslim women. It’s a strength deeply rooted in collectivism, based not on the power of the individual but the combined power of a group working as one. It’s a strength built on the ability to call for backup at a moment’s notice, and THAT is rooted in a female-only social environment that nurtures and strengthens intimate friendships between women. Missing that out of a novel about Muslim women is hugely dis-empowering, because it erases a major source of our power.

More people have weighed in on the Bakker thing: Foz Meadows and Larry. Yes, Bakker himself showed up for both firing squads and brought his fanboys. Naturally. Bakker also makes a bid for pity by using his daughter as a velcro vest. It isn’t very effective.

4) Do you think I have deserved the demeaning, in some cases, dehumanizing, things that have been said of me? What should I tell my daughter when she reads strangers telling me I should die, that I’m more worthless than excrement, and so on and so forth?

One might wonder just why he might let his daughter know about all this. Is it some kind of dinner conversation piece? “Family, Internet strangers have said mean things about yours truly! WHAT IS TO BE DONE?”

Dear Author reviews are generally pretty staid, but they’ve got this one up for some astounding thing, a novel with moments like:

“The pleasure’s all mine, beautiful.” It was easy to see that the sweet talk and silver tongue was a family trait.

Jacob bristled, even though he knew his brother didn’t mean anything by the endearment. “Do I need to say ‘Tag’?” Jacob growled, irritably. “Tag” had always been the code word that the McCoy brothers used to alert the others that a particular female had been honed in on and weeded out of the herd for his own personal delectation.

She also reviewed the first book of the same series.

Lots of people have been reviewing Sheri Tepper’s Waters Rising, the Talking Horse novel. With the tentacle hentai or something and this moment:

“Oh, mares,” said Blue**, shaking his head. “They always have to be whinnied into it. Or . . . subdued.”

“Why, Blue,” cried Abasio in an outraged voice. “That’s rape.”

Blue snorted. “I have long observed that human people do not care what they do in front of livestock, and believe me, what some humans do during mating makes horses look absolutely . . . gentle by comparison.” He stalked away and stood, front legs crossed, nose up, facing the sea.

“Isn’t Abasio your friend?” the Sea King asked him.

“Friends do not call their friends rapists,” said the horse without turning around.

What the fuck.

search queries funtimes, also stats by region

At one point I was resigned to the idea that 90% of my readers are from North America or Western Europe. Recently I’ve checked my stats and, what do you know! Hits from the following countries have been cropping up in the top twenty in this order:

  • Singapore
  • India
  • Poland
  • Hong Kong
  • Russia
  • Thailand
  • Japan

That is very neat, even if a lot of the hits are from accidental clicks via google on unrelated subjects (but if they crop up in the top twenty, chances are good they actually read the content here). There are also hits from the Philippines, Israel, Croatia, and many more. Feels good to be truly international.

Now, search queries. I continue to get strings related to “r scott bakker” very regularly. Certain trends also tell me that, say, Nick Mamatas’ LJ commands considerably more readership than Bakker’s. Not that that seems to take much, since Bakker appears to be even more midlist than previously thought.

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R. Scott Bakker, Neuropath, and the Spoon of Secrets

You’re all sick of this by now, I bet.

But I failed to cover the funny bits in Neuropath. Why yes, they exist!

Kind of.

She brought her feet to the floor, leaned forward with a skeptical frown. ‘Now that looks about as sexy as stuffing a turkey.’

‘Yeah, but it shows the spoons. Very sexy.’

‘The spoons?’

‘Yeah, where the bum meets the…’ He swallowed, then said, ‘It would be easier to show you.’

Her knees drifted a finger’s-breadth apart. ‘Show me, then,’ she said, her voice thick, her eyes bright with an oh-my-God-I’m-doing-this look.

Thomas pushed the coffee table aside and knelt before her.

A low-volume ‘fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me‘ floated through the living room.

He placed his palms on her knees. She sighed. Parting her legs, he slowly pressed his hands under her skirt, sliding his thumbs past her knees, across bare skin, down into the hollow of her inner thighs.

‘There,’ he whispered, resting his thumbs in the divots to either side of her panties. ‘The sexiest part of the female anatomy,’ he said. ‘The spoons.’

SPOONS.

If someone could just explain to me which part of a woman looks like a spoon… or indeed, a pair of spoons? Would it be safe to say that R. Scott Bakker is possibly the only person in the world who thinks of spoons when he sees a woman? I think it would be. It’s also safe to say that Bakker’s long and away taken Laurell K. Hamilton’s crown of bad sex writing. Or misogyny. Or rapeyness. Or anything, really. The crown? Allll his. And the spoons, too.

Some of what follows is rapey, I think. I’m not sure about the context, but just in case, rape and gendered slurs trigger warning.

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why YA is useless as a category, and “getting kids to read” isn’t necessarily worthy

I’ve never understood the argument that Twilight, Eragon, or the latest YA shitfest of the week “at least gets kids reading.”

Let me explain: I’m coming at this with a vastly different perspective. I’m from a country where English is not a first language, and in this climate “at least it gets kids reading” does indeed have merit, in the sense that if it gets kids to read in English and thus get them to achieve proficiency with the language, it would be excellent and awesome, because we need that. We need to speak English to survive. We need to speak English just to get by. It’s not a choice. There are no options but “learn English, or else.” Or else suck at even navigating the Internet. Or else get treated to our daily dose of “haha, ENGRISH.” Or else.

But that is not the argument first-world Anglophones usually make.

How can anyone who loves books not take heart in seeing so many new readers huddled up with a novel?  Whether it’s “Harry Potter,” “The Hunger Games” or “Infinite Jest”—does it really matter? These days, when reading fiction seems like an endangered activity, why should we begrudge the success of any book, especially one that stirs such passion with younger readers?

Getting kids to achieve proficiency in English isn’t the goal or the problem, because this is about Anglophonic children in first-world countries, not kids who need to cope in an imperialist world where speaking English is a matter of survival. No, it’s instead about privileging reading as some sacred thing that’s “endangered” (what calamity will transpire if teens stop reading shitty books…? Who knows). From my perspective a white westerner talking about how Twilight or Eragon “getting [first-world Anglophonic] kids to read” is more than a little irritating. My knee-jerk reaction, therefore, is to the tune of “Oh get over yourself.”

Besides, I don’t see why YA even needs to exist as a category.

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