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Archive for April 2009

Sleep Dealer Is Wide Awake

At the beginning of Sleep Dealer, Memo Cruz is a young man growing up in a remote Mexican village called Santa Ana. He spends his evenings wiring together his own radio antennae, while the rest of his family eats beans and corn grown on their little traditional farm. The village is “dry, dusty, and disconnected,” the restless Memo complains to his father—problems made worse by a huge dam blocking the local river, built so that villagers must pay an armed robotic sentry to fill their leather canteens with water.

It’s no surprise that Memo wants out. He sits in his shed hacking into phone calls to hear people talk about “nodes”—neural hookup jacks familiar from cyberpunk fiction—and the many jobs you can get once you have them. But soon the military detects his spying and takes him for an insurgent.

The next day, Memo and his brother are watching a live reality show about a rookie drone pilot, his face hidden behind a bug-eyed mask dripping with cables. “Hey, that looks like Santa Ana,” Memo’s brother says as they watch a robotic plane jet over a desert landscape. Five minutes later, their shed is destroyed and their father has been killed.

Sleep Dealer’s action spirals outward from this initial injustice, bringing Memo to the unfriendly border city of Tijuana, where he gets his arms stuck full of nodes in a scene memorable for its combination of tenderness and violence. Then he finds himself one of those jobs he’d wanted, in a factory where the conveyor belts move only information as workers like sinister mimes manipulate nonexistent objects, glowing blue cables protruding from their arms and backs.

The objects of their work do exist, of course, just in some other place: Los Angeles or New York or Mumbai, where the robots they control pound rivets on a skyscraper or feed children in a posh condominium. As one factory owner says, it’s “All the work, without the workers,” a chillingly believable extrapolation of what anti-immigrant hysteria could mean when combined with advanced telepresence technology.

More Ways To Waste Time: Fantasy Magazine on Twitter

Fantasy Magazine launched three Twitter streams: @fantasymagazine, @fantasycon, and @fantasytrivia this week. Check us out to find out about convention coverage as well as tomorrow’s trivia contest!

Come From A Nameless Island: Samantha Henderson

I enter the chamber of the Thing Without a Face; I am given a small plain wood box, the size of a Bible; I wince away from the sight of the preternaturally long fingers; I nod in acknowledgment and make my way back — right, two passages over, left, right. Perhaps all who go there have a different path to take, perhaps it makes no difference. I’ve never dared to ask.

Taboos and Tropes: Part II “Rhetoric and Writing about Rape”

As discussed in “T&T: Part I,” taboo tropes are risky endeavors for any story; however, if a story does necessitate one it must address, with added attention, balance and thematic sincerity. Rhetoric, or the art of persuasion, is the key to addressing these elements. In Part II, we’ll look at how rhetoric can improve readers’ reactions to the taboo trope, rape, and how research can improve the accuracy of the issue. Be aware that to write about such a graphic thing, I’m asking you to experience some graphic details and language first.

Rape Scenes in Literature

Taboo tropes–child abuse, rape, racism, etc.–have secondary associations and should be used carefully, if at all. Such secondary associations can often include readers’ personal experiences, and strong, sometimes unconscious, responses from readers can follow the involved characters throughout the length of the story.

If the story requires a taboo trope, these rhetorical tools may help shape the connection between a reader and the trope.

Steampunk Fashion Show

We know that Fantasy readers dig steampunk stuff. Not just the fiction and the gadgets, oh no. We’ve seen you at conventions in your corsets and clockwork jewelry and monocles. (We noticed because a few of us were wearing them, too.) So let’s inaugurate the Cafe Lounge with a Steampunk Fashion Show!

Participants: Post a picture of yourself in your steampunk finery in the comments. You can either embed the image (make it no wider than 400px, please) or paste a link. Only one entry per commenter is allowed, so choose your best. You may post multiple links to the same outfit, though.

Gawkers: Vote for your favorite entries (see the little stars in each comment? Yeah, use those). Which is the most creative, the most complex, the most punk?

The outfit with the most votes by 12PM EST Sunday, May 3, wins! There may be a special prize, who knows?

“I Want More Life, Smegger” – A Red Dwarf: Back to Earth Review

Let’s face it, Blade Runner is passé. Countless films have borrowed its neon-lit, gritty metropolis, its rain-soaked landscapes. But where others have aped, Red Dwarf: Back to Earth patently steals (and does so with a wink and a smile). Entire scenes are ripped verbatim from the Ridley Scott film. It’s pastiche, of course, but of the highest homage. In one cameo, writer and Red Dwarf co-creator Doug Naylor gushes to the cast, “Blade Runner is the film which inspired both your creation and your death.” And like Roy Batty, contemplating his own untimely demise, the characters of Red Dwarf, a decade after we’ve last seen them, come to contemplate their own mortality in ways both meta-fictional and literal.

Nine years have passed since we last saw Dave Lister (Craig Charles), the slovenly, curry-loving sole survivor of the human race, as he travels through deep space inside the mammoth mining ship, Red Dwarf. The usual suspects are present: the priggish Arnold J. Rimmer (Chris Barrie), hologram of Lister’s dead bunk mate with a Napoleonic complex; Cat (Danny John-Jules), the vanity-obsessed descendant of a kitten Lister smuggled on board the ship three million years prior; and Kryten (Robert Llewellyn), the box-headed mechanoid who finds nothing more pleasurable than ironing socks.

Notably missing in this new series is Holly, the ship’s daft computer, who has been switched offline because Lister apparently left a bath running in the officer’s quarters for nine years, flooding her mainframe. (I suspect that Hattie Hayridge and Norman Lovett, actors who both played Holly, were unavailable for filming.) Though noticeably older and possibly botoxed, the cast looks not too shabby after a decade hiatus.

Garkain

At least it looked like good timber, but everything was deceiving in this hellhole he’d made his home. Winter was dry and hot while summer was wet and gave lie to the promise of rich farms ringing Victoria Settlement like a ring of pearls; crops were planted with the summer rains in mind and winter killed them with its omnipresent, near-windless heat. Trees that grew straight and strong-looking, forged by God for first-rates’ masts and roof beams, splintered at the kiss of the ax. Fish, hooked at risk from a river infested with a bull crocodile and his harem, looked fat and full of flesh, but proved oily, rank, and so full of little bones as to be all but inedible. But they ate them, by damn, they ate all they could, and boiled the fish for its rancid broth.

2008 Nebula Award Winners Announced

Last night SFWA held their annual Nebula Award ceremony amid much glitz and glitter. The winners are:

  • Best Novel: Powers by Ursula K. Le Guin
  • Best Novella: “The Spacetime Pool” by Catherine Asaro
  • Best Novelette: “Pride and Prometheus” by John Kessel
  • Best Short Story: “Trophy Wives” by Nina Kiriki Hoffman
  • Script: WALL-E Screenplay by Andrew Stanton, Jim Reardon, Original story by Andrew Stanton, Pete Docter

Andre Norton Award: How a Girl of Spirit Gambles All to Expand Her Vocabulary, Confront a Bouncing Boy Terror, and Try to Save Califa from a Shaky Doom (Despite Being Confined to Her Room) by Ysabeau S. Wilce

Solstice Award: Kate Wilhelm, A.J. Budrys and Martin H. Greenberg.

SFWA Service Award: Victoria Strauss

Bradbury Award: Joss Whedon

Grand Master Award
: Harry Harrison

Author Emerita: M.J. Engh

Congratulations to all of the winners!

Dollhouse Season 1, Episode 10: Haunted

In this week’s episode of Dollhouse, Miss DeWitt places the personality of her dead friend into Echo. Said dead friend (Margaret) then decides to spend very little time with our favorite stony Brit and instead goes home to solve her own murder.

Anyone who has ever seen any episode of television or movie wherein a person who is rich and spoiled and a bit of an ass gets to view her or his life as an outsider (or a ghost or similar) knew exactly what was bound to happen in this episode. Her children, whom she doted on, hate her! Her gestures of symbolic affection piss people right off! She was not universally loved by those she loved in a cold, distant, and annoying way. How sad for Maggie.

This is like a really bad A Christmas Carol production done by 5th graders.

Blog for a Bete-Noire

What fantasy tropes do you want to avoid, what sends you screaming from the room? Go ahead – tell us your darkest fears. We promise not to capitalize on them (much).