STEAM-POWERED 2 – more lesbian steampunk stories!

The formatting of the ebook is, unfortunately, kind of rubbish. I’ve half a mind to reformat it and reconvert back to the Kindle format, but meh. But it really is rubbish. So much so that each story’s title isn’t formatted any differently from any other text (no bolding, no up-sizing), there is no table of contents, and sometimes there’s text that must have been meant to be italicized but… isn’t. It’s a shame. A crying shame.

It’s probably fair to disclose that I’m a) not a fan of steampunk (in that I have no real interest in it as a subject or sub-genre) and that b) I’m not generally into multi-authors anthologies due to their natural unevenness in quality, and I always prefer longer stories over short ones, which makes it a little tricky to appreciate many of the pieces in Steam-Powered 2 since some tend toward the shorter end of the scale. But despite all that, in the end I found many of the stories contained in this anthology amazing, moving, affirming. This is the kind of collections we need, the kind of material that should exist and be encouraged to thrive, and I can’t praise Joselle Vanderhooft enough for making it happen.

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guys guys guys, let’s talk about Christine Love!

I adore Christine Love. She blogs about a lot of lovely stuff, much of it wonderfully queer-lady friendly. Er, not least because she is a queer lady! I’ve discovered many a yuri title through her blog.

My first exposure to her was via don’t take it personally, babe, it just ain’t your story, a visual novel. Now there’s some thematic weakness to it, and the very odd tangent into privacy and the future, and a creepy teacher-student relationship you may potentially pursue… but it’s just a lovely lovely thing in spite of all that. It’s well-written, well-told, quirky and sweet and insightful. It’s about adolescence and love, and mostly it’s about queer teenagers finding love (Kendall and Charlotte! oh Kendall and Charlotte), and it incorporates Internet culture in an amusing fashion with a nod to 4chan subculture. Kendall talks pretty much entirely in memes.

Forever laughing. Love at first said she kind of hated Kendall, but then discovered the opposite. Which makes me happy, because I quite enjoyed Kendall. Yes, she’s obnoxious, but on the other hand she’s bright and bold, and very forward in her pursuit of getting back together with her girlfriend.

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Caitlin Kiernan’s SILK – in which a novel reads like a story arc from THE DREAMING

silk caitlin r kiernan

They are the young misfits…society’s castoffs…urban strays looking for a thrill. Something cheap, anything to get them through the night. Sleepwalking on caffeine, nicotine, and drugs, they wait out the dawn in death-rock clubs and shadowy back alleys…

Then into their midst comes the enigmatic Spyder. A patron saint of the alienated and lost, she invites them into her mesmerizing world-but has she been sent to redeem them or destroy them?

As the title indicates, this book reads very much like a story arc from The Dreaming, which should be of little surprise: that Sandman spin-off was, after all, taken over and solely directed by Kiernan after the first few issues. Not a bad thing. Outside of some questionable narrative choices, the gang-rape of Nuala (ugh, yes, I know), and racefail… well, that’s a significant but, but taken altogether I liked The Dreaming okay, more or less. Certainly it’s an improvement upon Gaiman in most respects.

Unfortunately, because it reads like something that’d fill up maybe a couple issues of The Dreaming it means that Silk goes on for far, far too long. Slim at 368 pages, it defied my expectation of being a quick read and turned into one of those books I wished would end at page 200-something. There are too many characters, and the horror plot alternates between faintly interesting and tediously uncompelling. And there’s racefail too, naturally.

You’ll be surprised to know that I will still recommend Kiernan and am willing to give her another try. Not that you’d be able to tell that from the meat of this review.

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lesbians, where are the lesbians?

There was this brouhaha around gay characters in YA.

Do you know what my first reaction to it was? “Where are the lesbians.” And not the “we have a couple of supporting lesbian characters who don’t even get an on-page kiss until we realized we should act like we are super-good allies; time to tick checkboxes, friend!” crap.

I’ve made comments in the past that suggested I thought there was an equivalency between the exploitation of female homosexuality in porn for men and fetishisation of male homosexuality in slash fanfic and M/M erotica. I didn’t actually think there was an exact equivalency, but in retrospect I realize more and more that it was a fucking stupid thing to even imply. There is, obviously, no equivalency and it’s not remotely the same–there’s the factor of misogyny and a hundred different things that sensible people realize contribute to the harmfulness of exploitative by-men-for-men lesbian porn* in a way that isn’t at all like what slash fanfic and M/M, however vacuous and badly written, do.

*This isn’t saying that no woman anywhere enjoys such porn, nor that they should be judged for enjoying it (and certainly if they do, it’s not wrought with the same problems as male enjoyment: I’m not getting into the idea of women objectifying women, which gets thrown around now and again, because that is not the point). I’m condemning men. The ones responsible for the mainstay of supply and demand. 

Lesbian visibility is pretty bloody terrible in the fiction I enjoy, or even fiction I don’t. So the schtick of those graduated-from-HP-fanfic YA writers, who are ever so lauded for their beautiful wonderful inclusivity? It’s nine times out of ten about hot, hot gay boys. Hot, hot gay boy angst. You’d be lucky if one of the girls in the background… somewhere… likes other girls… somewhere… honest.

The only lesbian YA I can think of is Malinda Lo, whom I’ve never seen recommended and squee’d and fannishly defended the way Sarah Rees Brennan or whoever wrote Havemercy is. The titles that apparently feature major lesbian characters named here? I’ve never heard of most of them. This isn’t an indictment on their quality–The Dark Wife is self-published but, again, we are talking YA so it’s not likely to be any worse than the pro stuff. So it’s telling that I know of Brennan and Cassandra “Plagiaristic Hack” Clare and Havemercy in spite of that, simply by seeing them talked about, tweeted about, and whatnot a terrible lot and celebrated for their wonderful inclusivity of male homosexuality: to the point that someone who doesn’t read YA, and disdains it, has heard about them in those terms and contexts.

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HUNTRESS, Malinda Lo

Nature is out of balance in the human world. The sun hasn’t shone in years, and crops are failing. Worse yet, strange and hostile creatures have begun to appear. The people’s survival hangs in the balance. To solve the crisis, the oracle stones are cast, and Kaede and Taisin, two seventeen-year-old girls, are picked to go on a dangerous and unheard-of journey to Taninli, the city of the Fairy Queen. Taisin is a sage, thrumming with magic, and Kaede is of the earth, without a speck of the otherworldly. And yet the two girls’ destinies are drawn together during the mission. As members of their party succumb to unearthly attacks and fairy tricks, the two come to rely on each other and even begin to fall in love. But the Kingdom needs only one huntress to save it, and what it takes could tear Kaede and Taisin apart forever.

I gave this one a fair chance. By page 111 out of 269, they are still traveling, the plot is going nowhere, and not only do I not care what happens next, I have developed an utmost wish for all the characters to die in a fucking fire. By page 116, I truly, truly could no longer give a fuck. Maybe it gets better–certainly it can’t get worse–but short of paying me you can’t make me endure another page of Malinda Lo’s exercise in boring people to death.

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Tanith Lee’s DISTURBED BY HER SONG

Disturbed By Her Song collects the work of Esther Garber and her half-brother Judas Garbah, the mysterious family of writers that Tanith Lee has been channeling for the past few years. Possibly autobiographical, frequently erotic and darkly surreal, their fiction takes place in a variety of eras and places, from Egypt in the 1940s, to England in the grip of the Pre-Raphaelites, to gaslit Paris and to the shadowy landscapes carved by the mind and memory. The themes of youth and age stream through these tales of homosexual love and desire. These stories recall, at times, the work of Lawrence Durrell, Colette, and Angela Carter.

Oh my god I had to review this. It’s an obligation. It’s a public service. Because you should read this. You should.

That is how good, intelligent, and beautifully written this is.
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Celtic lesbian Cinderella: ASH by Malinda Lo

In the wake of her father’s death, Ash is left at the mercy of her cruel stepmother. Consumed with grief, her only joy comes by the light of the dying hearth fire, re-reading the fairy tales her mother once told her. In her dreams, someday the fairies will steal her away, as they are said to do. When she meets the dark and dangerous fairy Sidhean, she believes that her wish may be granted.The day that Ash meets Kaisa, the King’s Huntress, her heart begins to change. Instead of chasing fairies, Ash learns to hunt with Kaisa. Though their friendship is as delicate as a new bloom, it reawakens Ash’s capacity for love—and her desire to live. But Sidhean has already claimed Ash for his own, and she must make a choice between fairy tale dreams and true love.

I liked this book. But I can’t gush about it, even though I would have liked to.

It’s good enough, but what it could have been is sublime: Ash is held back by dialogue that’s often leaden, prose that’s at best humdrum and forgettable, cumbersome fairytale conventions that don’t have to be there, and a truly puzzling resolution to the heroine’s dilemma.
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don’t take it personally, babe

holy shit

Don’t Take It Personally, Babe, It Just Ain’t Your Story? Is brilliant.

Okay.

It doesn’t have gameplay, being a visual novel. It doesn’t have choices and consequences, because as the title indicates you–the protagonist–aren’t going to affect much of anything because it ain’t your story. It’s strange and off in parts, and the underlying rhetoric and points are not always coherent and much of it is heavy-handed. There are sexual bits that I found skeevy and off-putting.

But.

But it’s thoughtful and clever and engaging. It’s sympathetic and compelling, convincing and socially aware. And it inspires so much intelligent discussion, which I think is one of the best yardsticks in measuring quality (as opposed to popularity or commercial success). The characters were great and I adored Kendall and her relationship with Charlotte. I adored a lot of things, really. It’s such a wonderful, wonderful thing.

I’ll try to be critical and smart about it when I’m not so sleepy, but in the meantime: oh my lord this is wonderful. Its contents are worth fifty of–no hundreds of–no its worth is beyond–AAA titles that try too hard and fail at storytelling. Download it here.