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NaNoWriMo, sort of

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

Well, it’s Melbourne Cup Day again. That rolled around fast! I was supposed to be back in Bangkok, but due to flood situation I’m still here. (Danger has passed for the city centre, it seems, so going back soon.)

Anyway, I’ve decided to make this the month where I try to knock that story collection into shape. I was feeling so neurotic last time I tried that I just ended up tying myself in knots over stories that probably don’t need much, if anything, in the way of changes.

Gunpowder Tea is still coming along. I realised I could simplify something that was annoying me and add an improvement to the plot. Still some thickets in the middle to hack through, but I have a more positive feeling now. It has taken me a long time to get comfortable with this one, but at last I feel like I’ve settled into the flow.

Coo-eeing from the periphery and all that

Friday, September 30th, 2011

While I was thinking about this post by Aliette de Bodard, on the prevalence of US tropes in storytelling, I wondered — as I do from time to time — how the fact that I’m Australian (living in Thailand, though that doesn’t really come into this post) writing for a predominantly US audience, affects my writing, consciously or unconsciously. Do I alter things according to my perception what I think Americans will understand and appreciate?

I’ve come to the consclusion that mostly I don’t — at least, not consciously. I know that America is a big, diverse country, and that while perhaps I know more about America than the average American knows about Australia, due to the nature of the flow of cultural product from centre to periphery, I certainly don’t know everything. I can’t second-guess America. I do know, though, that any Australian tropes I use may be interpreted as, or in light of, their nearest American equivalent, or American values in general.

As one example, I’m under the impression that America likes stories about winners. Australia rather likes stories about losers, people who go down fighting, or who just sort of battle on without triumphing. I think it has to do with the hostile, infertile landscape — you can’t triumph over this country, you’re always battling it, you can never achieve security here, it’s all too easy to try hard and still fail (as it surely is everywhere — but the land itself discourages the idea that effort leads naturally to success). It’s hard to be a great optimist when Death Stalks the Land, even when you live in Melbourne. But when I write about losers and people who just get by, maybe American readers find the characters puzzling or unappealing because (as well as any other reasons that there may be) there isn’t enough winning and general progress going on? Maybe I’m dead wrong, but the point is that I have the thought at all — I think I’m writing for a kind of foreign audience, and I expect some misunderstanding, but I don’t know if they think they’re foreign or expect to misunderstand. Am I making any sense?

And do (some? many?) fantasy writers use fantasy as a lingua franca, always assuming that we’re speaking the same magical language when in fact we might not be?

Anyway — I think certain Australian themes and figures connect very well with American counterparts — the cowboy, the brave outlaw, immigrant stories, colonial brutality. And America of course has its own great share of melancholy and pessimistic stories, and the landscape and legends of the American Old West segue pretty smoothly into Australia. But our different history, politics and demographics, our isolation from the rest of the West (except New Zealand), give us — I think — different views and dreams about ourselves that –I think — even well-informed Americans aren’t likely to be aware of, and there is no particular reason why they should be.

I’ve tried just once to write specifically for an American audience. I made an effort with The Heart of a Mouse to use American language and what could have been an American environment, according to my impression of both those things, as I didn’t want American readers to feel that the story was in a foreign place (although it isn’t necessarily in America, either, since a “search and replace” has been done on the whole world — in fact, I was trying to present homogenisation and franchise-ation as part of the apocalyptic scenario) . I was very surprised when some people took the story to be some kind of response to Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. (I haven’t read it.) The lesson I took away from that reaction was that people are going to interpret your work in light of what they know, not in light of what they imagine you might know. It’s hard to imagine the latter in any case. Or maybe they just assume that you know what they know. And when you try to write a story in the colours of another culture, it’s probably even more likely that people will see it in light of familiar material from that culture. Australians and Americans probably both make the understandable error of thinking we know each other better than we do. I remember getting quite a culture shock in the U.S. when I went there.

There’s also the fact that America has been influencing Australia for quite a long time now. Apart from direct lifting of American tropes, I don’t know to what extent “Australian” tropes are now influenced by American ones. How much has our own cultural product for the last few decades, even the last century, been influenced by American cinema, literature, and general cultural presence? I have no idea, really. Sometimes it’s obvious, but when it isn’t — well, you don’t know, do you? And it goes without saying that my understanding of American cultural product is coloured by my own background anyway.

But I think the interest in the loser and the battler persists. Maybe also a sense that nothing matters hugely, there’s no grand scheme, no great starting point and no great end. Shit happens, then you die. Your only glory, which is probably too strong a word, is in how you struggle along the way. I don’t know. Maybe I’m falsely imagining that my own cynicism and apathy have a cultural basis.

But back to readers — when a Westerner reads, say, a Japanese novel, I think there’s an expectation of difference, of cultural stuff that we won’t get or that we will at least have to put in some effort to understand. I just wonder if as English-reading people we also have that expectation of difference from other places in the Anglosphere, or if we forget sometimes?

I feel a bit nervous posting this. I’m trying to talk about stuff I don’t know about (this is the internet, what else should I be doing?). I just get…inchoate feelings? I don’t know what questions to ask, and I’m afraid of embarrassing myself. (I am embarrassed that I can’t be wonderfully eloquent and erudite and say trenchant and incisive things. I feel like a bear of very little brain at times. A lot of the time, actually!) Anyway, I suppose it’s only natural for a writer to have woolgathering thoughts about writing, so… post.

(ETA: Seconds after posting, I’ve realised that some people mightn’t like my use of the word “periphery” to talk about an English-speaking country. Just to be clear, I’m talking about the Anglopshere, and I think of Australia as a country on the periphery of the Anglosphere. At least, I’ve always felt peripheral.)

Ban the bong?

Sunday, September 11th, 2011

I don’t believe it, but it’s true, so I guess I have to. If I didn’t already know that wowserism was back, I know it now.

Victoria’s Liberal* government under Ted Baillieu is actually going to ban the sale of the humble bong in the state next year. (*For non-Australians, the Liberal Party is conservative. Confusing, I know.)

This is silly. Cannabis is a popular drug in the Land of Oz, minor possession has been decriminalised in most states (though it’s still illegal, attracting fines around the level of a parking ticket, with much harsher penalties for large-scale possession and trafficking), and people will continue to smoke it with or without arrays of snazzy bongs to choose from.

Before I go any further, let me say that I think the stuff should be legal. Do what they did with brothels. Get crime out of the picture, let adults enjoy themselves, and tax the industry. It has been said many times and it’s hard to disagree: if we can accept a drug like alcohol, and all the violence, illness and mishap that goes with it, we should be able to accept cannabis. Prohibition of something that a lot of people want to partake of doesn’t work.

That said, fair enough if they had wanted to remove bongs from public view, in the same spirit as cigarette advertising is banned. They could have required bong shops to paint their windows, or to keep the bong selection in a blocked-off section at the back, behind all the t-shirts and whatnot. Let all pleasures be available to them as wants ‘em, but I see nothing wrong with requiring the unhealthy ones not to advertise themselves. (One might include certain foods!)

If the ban on the bong wasn’t enough to make me want to tear my hair out — or really, tear someone else’s hair out — there’s this: hookah pipes will still be available, albeit with their display in retail outlets limited to three pipes. “As we understand it, they [hookah pipes] are used primarily for cultural reasons and the ban is more focused on illicit drug use,” a government spokesman said, going from an issue of culture to an issue of legality in one sentence, and suggesting that the government doesn’t understand very much.

Now, much as I’m glad that hookahs won’t be entirely scuttled, pretty things that they are, however I turn the matter around in my mind, I cannot see how the smoking of (a substance) in a hookah is any more or any less “cultural” than the smoking of (a substance) in a bong. Apparently Arabs and Middle Easterners, representatives from whose communities were consulted on the legislation, have culture; the rest of us just have habits.

If you want to discourage tobacco smoking, there’s no reason to take one kind of water pipe off the shelves and not the other. If you want to try to discourage the uptake of marijuana, then yes, perhaps you want to hide the bongs before you hide the hookahs, the latter being not particularly associated with cannabis in the public imagination. But don’t, for Pete’s sake, make concessions to this or that group for unhealthy practices on “cultural” grounds.

I have an idea: let’s ban the potato. You can make a bong out of a potato. You can also shove potatoes up car exhaust pipes, plus they’re full of carbohydrates. However, Australians of Irish descent will be allowed to keep up to three potatoes in their homes for cultural reasons.

Gary, Fred, Jenny, Pan

Thursday, April 7th, 2011

I’m back in Australia, enjoying the balmy autumn weather (and a $20 not-half-bad haircut!)

I didn’t have a big enough box to carry the minotaur in — I’d have had to cut him into 3 or 4 parts, and just couldn’t psyche myself up to do it — but I’ve brought the girl and a couple of other little figures, and started two here. I’m going to post WIP shots and progress notes over the next few weeks, and see where they all end up.

1. Gary – poor Gary, I started him a couple of months ago at the same time as I was making the other horse guy (Boris). My idea of “good enough” got fussier while I was taking the classes, so that Gary is no longer as nearly-finished as I thought he was. I’ve cut his arms off to work on the torso. I’m learning that it’s a good idea to plan the order in which the model gets finished — maybe work on limbs seperately and stick them on at the end — whatever you have to do in order to avoid getting your hot hands on finished parts of the model. My teacher recommends cutting finished heads off and keeping them in the fridge, and gluing models to base blocks (you can just slice them off afterwards). Gary is currently sitting in no great comfort on a nail, but he turns around on it, so I think I’ll remove it and go the glue route. He needs bits of work all over, plus a hand and a foot still to do.

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2. Fred – I’m not sure that Fred is his name. It might be Bruce or Bill or George or Aloysius or Cedric. He isn’t as far along as Gary, but I’m pretty happy with the basic shape of his torso. The next thing I want to do is his head, so I need to decide what sort of dog he’s going to be.

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3. Jenny – she’s just a gleam in the milkman’s eye at present. She’s going to be a bit more complicated than the other two, and I definitely need to think about the smartest way to make her. Right now, I just want to make her head smaller — and, like Fred’s, get it right, which’ll mean some drawings first. So this is Jenny in the first 15 minutes of her life:

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4. Pan – he’s been happening fast, in the same green wax as the minotaur and girl, which is easier to work than the brown. I made a female fairy’s head a few days ago, and when I changed an eye that wasn’t working, the head turned into Pan. I still want to do a fairy, but the head might have to be bigger, as it’s hard enough to make a pretty face, never mind on a tiny scale! Pan is going to be a small bust, about 3 inches high. I made his face yesterday, and it’s getting somewhat close to finished, though I still want to poke around at it a bit more — including with a tool I don’t have here, so unless I can get one in Melbourne, final work on the face might have to wait till I’m back in Bangkok. It also needs to be smoothed. Aside from that, there’s still his hair, horns and ears, the angle of his head and neck — I’ll need to look at figures in the same position to see how the neck muscles go — and the chest and upper back, which need to look correct, but I probably won’t finish them as smoothly as I’ll try to finish the face. I think I should do his neck next and settle on how the head’s going to be tilted.

He also needs a support. Instead of trying to saw and file a wooden block down to the right shape to go under his chest/back, I think I’ll make a lump of wax into the right shape and cover it with cling wrap. A lump that size won’t soften in the temperatures here, and it can go in the fridge anyhow.

Starting Pan:
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The other side of the face:
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The back’s still all lumps!
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Eneit Press closing

Sunday, April 3rd, 2011

I’m sorry to say that as a result of the collapse of Borders in Australia, Eneit Press, Baggage’s publisher, will be closing down. Copies of Baggage are still available from Eneit, and Tessa Kum’s novella Acception — nominated for a Ditmar, as is Baggage itself — can be downloaded for free here. Go on, check it out!

Aurealis and Ditmar short lists

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

The finalists for the Aurealis and Ditmar awards have been announced. Thrilled to see Baggage on the Ditmar short list for best collected work, and Tessa Kum’s great story Acception, from Baggage, in the best novella/novelette category. Trent Jamieson, my original awesome editor on The Etched City, is on the list for a best novel Ditmar and both a best fantasy novel and best horror novel Aurealis for Death Most Definite. I’m also chuffed to find The Heart of a Mouse in the Aurealis best science fiction short story category. Congratulations to all the nominees!

A shrink ray for Melbourne, please

Monday, March 7th, 2011

Apparently Melbourne, my dear old home town, is not full yet. Technically, of course, this is true. Australia is big, and there are coastal waters from which land could be reclaimed. If Melbourne grows to fill the continent and its continental shelf, we could always annexe New Zealand, or Antarctica.

When I read phrases like “the state economy’s heavy reliance on population growth,” I want to tear my hair out. Or rather, I want to tear out the hair of whoever is responsible for allowing said reliance to evolve. Because population can’t keep growing indefinitely, unless we figure out a way to make ourselves infinitely small.

An amoeba could grasp this concept with one of its pseudopods, and therefore I believe our leaders can grasp it with their pseudopods too. They just don’t give a fuck, since matters aren’t likely to come to a head before the next election. (Or maybe they do see a problem looming near to their own interests, but can’t find anyone to tell them how to wean an economy off an 84% reliance on population growth? And if neither side of the Labor-Liberal Party can find a solution that the electorate won’t vomit back in their faces, it becomes a political non-issue and therefore an actual non-issue, except for the people living in Oort Cloud Meadows with a $500,000 population-bloat-era mortgage — I’ll leave the “apartments or townhouses might be better for many of us” rant for another time — and without a doctor or a kindergarten or a bus.)

Bangkok has an official population of around 9 million. Estimates of the unofficial population vary, but supposing there are no more than 12 million people here at any one time — well, it’s still a lot. And it feels like a lot, especially when the traffic’s moving at 3 feet an hour. So my question to our elected microorganisms would be, How big is big enough, and do you have any plans for when we get there?

And their answer will be Squish, squish, squish. We will all become amoebas and squish. Or spread, puddle-like. More likely we will spread, this having been our tendency before we became amoebas.

Which brings me to how we distribute ourselves. Melbourne has a population of 4 million and its greater metropolitan region covers an area slightly larger than Bangkok’s. If everyone here lived in Australian-sized houses instead of apartments the size of an Australian walk-in robe, Bangkok’s outer suburbs would be in Burma. Unless business decentralises, you get a daily commute from hell (to hell, via hell.)

Again, a downgrade from human to amoebic life would ease pressure on infrastructure as well as housing prices. Amoebas don’t need public transport, or hospitals, or schools or shops or bars or cinemas or any of the other facilities that people in Melbourne’s vast suburbs might like to have. Of course, on the downside for the roads lobby, amoebas don’t drive cars, either. This could be a problem. How shall we perpetuate a car culture and keep covering the land in freeways if we can all get around by extending a pseudopod?

One more item occurs to me: water. Lack thereof is not a problem in Bangkok, which is sinking like Venice. It is a problem in Melbourne. Australia is prone to extended droughts. As in, droughts that go on for years and years and leave the land parched and livestock dead and trees dead and rivers dead and gardens dead. Only golf courses and football fields survive. We mustn’t let ourselves be lulled by the occasional damp interludes — or floods. There’s a limit to how many people our old, dry, delicate land can support, and I suspect it’s a low number. Last I heard, they were building a desalination plant at enormous taxpayer cost. Okay, maybe that will solve the problem of Melbourne sucking up the state’s water. But economic strategies designed around a stable population might, just might, have been a better idea. Then we wouldn’t have needed all the extra tax money from the extra people to pay for the desalination plant and the extra freeways and whatnot. See how it works?

Or, in lieu of responsible planning, and instead of turning into amoebas, we could turn into water bears, aka moss piglets — tardigrades, to give them their proper name. Although as their nickname suggests these little (0.1-1.5 mm) organisms dwell in water, when there’s no water they are able to dry out and survive in a dormant state for nearly ten years. They can also survive being heated to 151 °C (handy in a bushfire), and can withstand 500-1000 times more gamma radiation than a human (handy in a nuclear war). As a bonus, they can survive in the vacuum of space for a few days, too (handy should they need to leave Earth and colonise the Moon.)

The cute little tardigrade, whose toughness makes your average survivalist look like a North Carlton* latte drinker:
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waterbear03 (from the “amazing closeups” below)

Are we just going to keep on turning farm land and bush into Melbourne? Are we going to keep on doing nothing to improve state and metropolitan railways? (Nota bene, fiddling around with new ticketing systems every few years is not improvement as such.) Are we going to keep adding to the city’s population without interest in that population’s quality of life or long-term viability?

Squish, squish?

I know things are worse in pretty much the rest of the whole world. I’m just not a big fan of shitting on your own chocolate cake. So sign me up for conversion. I’m going to be a tardigrade.

(*Melbourne has many beautiful Victorian houses like these. Of course, you have to be as rich as Croesus to obtain one for yourself. In fact, it’s getting to be that you have to be as rich as Croesus to buy a corner of a bungalow in Broady.)

More water bears:
Amazing closeups
A tardigrade at home
A tardigrade charging
Doing aerobics
To cuddle and wear

Baggage cometh

Friday, February 5th, 2010

Remember that story I was posting about, the one that kept breaking my balls, for Gillian Pollack’s “Baggage” anthology?

“Baggage”  is, in brief — in Gillian’s words — a speculative fiction anthology that examines the stories and other cultural baggage that migrants have brought with us to Australia over the last 200 odd years. She also says: “If you think Australian culture is all about neighbours and mateship, you may find Baggage distressing.”

My migrants came to Australia between 120 and 150-odd years ago — recently enough that we’re still in contact with cousins in Scotland on my father’s side, but long enough ago that we can’t claim to be anything other than Australian. And we’re white Anglo-Celts, as invisibly, pervasively mainstream as you can get. So I had to think about what kind of cultural baggage we might have, and settled for what I knew or thought I knew we had, since I wasn’t able to go back to Oz and do any research on things I didn’t know about.

This was without doubt the hardest writing job I’ve ever had. If I hadn’t agreed to do it, and if I hadn’t been so dead keen to be part of a project that dares to be about a big and complex and sensitive topic, I would have given up. I’m very happy that I didn’t give up. I’m proud to be in this anthology and I can’t praise Gillian enough for her great patience with me as I repeatedly stressed out. Hecatombs to you, Gillian.

And I’m still nervous, perhaps because I’ve been told what to think about cultural baggage by academia and the media, so that it was difficult to put a whole bunch of very educated people’s opinions aside and tell the story I wanted to tell; and there was always the terror of clumsily saying something I shouldn’t, or not saying something I should, and that terror is now echoing on, probably quite irrationally, now that I can’t make any more changes.

This story became very important to me as I was writing it; it’s by far the most personal story I’ve ever published, and there’s a fair bit of true material in it. It preserves a couple of our family tales, and I’m glad about that. And looking at the list of who’s on board (below), I can’t wait to have my own copy of what I think is going to be a great book.

Here’s the table of contents (note that Tessa is in it too!):

Vision Splendid — K.J. Bishop
Telescope — Jack Dann
Hive of Glass — Kaaron Warren
Kunmanara – Somebody Somebody — Yaritji Green
Manifest Destiny — Janeen Webb
Albert & Victoria/Slow Dreams — Lucy Sussex
Macreadie v The Love Machine — Jennifer Fallon
A Pearling Tale — Maxine McArthur
Acception — Tessa Kum
An Ear for Home — Laura E. Goodin
Home Turf — Deborah Biancotti
Archives, space, shame, love — Monica Carroll
Welcome, farewell — Simon Brown

There are now electronic uncorrected proof copies of Baggage available for review. For more info, please visit Gillian’s blog here.

And here we go again

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

Think of the porn, censor the children. Oh, wait, that should go the other way around. And the bestiality. Gotta get the bloody bestiality back where the kids can’t see it — out in the back paddock where it’s a private matter between a  man and his livestock. The current (KRudd) Australian Labor government just doesn’t want to give this one up.

So that communications minister Stephen Conroy announces legislation to Censor The Internet And Keep Australia Pure will be introduced….just before next year’s election. Bearing in mind that opposition leader Tony Abbott is an outspoken wowser with a support base of religious nutjobs, it isn’t a huge stretch to see the strategy behind the move.

Putting aside the possibility of the legislation getting through both houses of parliament and actually going into effect, which is scary enough, what worries me more than the possibility of a national-level internet (really World Wide Web) filter  is the opportunity the Rudd government has just handed “Mad Monk” Tony Abbott.

They must be assuming that Abbott and the Liberal Party will support the legislation. Which they might. But if they do, will the antediluvians and troglodytes have any reason to change their vote to Labor, who after all still support the right to abortion, birth control, schooling for girls, etc?

And they also might not support it. Abbott’s response to minister Conroy’s announcement was notably guarded. There are certainly Liberal MPs who don’t want it. And Abbott, well, what he wants is to be Prime Minister. Very, very much. If he can learn to subdue his personal agendas to the demands of his ambition, learn patience and mature in guile, he could recast himself. Be seen to put his own extreme views aside in the name of supporting the views of the majority. Be a bloke of the folk, just like John Howard. And get elected, just like John Howard. And then gradually, when the door of opportunity opens, shove his own agenda through it onto the country, just like John Howard.

If Abbott plays his cards right, he could conceivably pick up a fair few swinging or simply furious voters.  If those voters are in marginal seats, there’s your election. The Exclusive Brethren will be happy, and the rest of Australia will be wondering what they’ve gone and done.

Or am I wrong? I’ve been away from home for four years now, and haven’t spent long enough on visits to pick up the pulse of the zeitgeist. Has the place really changed that much? Has a tide of wowserism swept in, and a tide of stupidity too? Because censorship will not make the internet a nice place for children to play, and filtering the web will not stop the electronic circulation of child pornography and other criminal material. Errors are inevitable (a leaked list of “planned” sites to ban included a dentist’s web page) and the scope for abuse enormous. It really isn’t too hard to understand this. And it’s easy to be either appalled that our federal government doesn’t understand, or offended that they think we don’t, however you interpret their actions.

I hope that at next year’s election KRudd & co do get back in, because the alternative is dismal.  But I hope their majority is so thin that their arrogance won’t be able to squeeze through it.

Eye candy time again

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

One of my students gave me a present — a Yoshitaka Amano weekly art calendar. She apologised for it being a 2009 calendar, but of course that matters not when it’s Amano. It has a booklet of 52 pictures, many of which were new to me. Quite a lot of them are cute and cartoonish, including several adorable ones of Vampire Hunter D in chibi style.

This is the calendar -

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And here is the company that made it -

Art Vivant
- but I can’t find either this or a 2010 calendar, though I’ll check back from time to time.

The Amano section of their site has a gallery of small pictures. To see more works (on the right), click on the link below the pictures with the numeral 10 in it. There are also some small prints (or just postcards, I’m not sure, but they seem to be limited editions) of D and other subjects — some of the links show you extra pictures — but I can’t see any price or ordering information. And if you’re a diehard fan with time to kill, clicking on the top link here will open a navigable advertisement with even more pictures.

On the subject of art, on a recent look-in at Who Killed Bambi I was taken with Al Farrow’s reliquaries made of firearms and ammunition, Claire Morgan’s bird falling through a roof (or planar field) of strawberries, and Shi Jinsong’s nasty nursery furniture.