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May 7, 2024
The Annotated STATIONS OF THE TIDE (Part 4)
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Part 4! I begin to think it's possible I may bring the notations all the way to the end. Again, I have to apologize for the fact that these notations are scattershot and incomplete. Some sources don't spring to mind immediately, while others are skipped lightly over for a variety of personal reasons. The technique allowing a man to achieve orgasms without ejaculation does, yes, work, but I'd have to do digging into the far reaches of my books to find the references and life is short.
Meanwhile, a soupcon more insight into my novel:
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“I killed a dog today”: WhenI was at William & Mary, struggling to pass German (I never did get good atit), I tried writing a story in German and only got as far as the opening line:Ich tötete heute einen Hund. This fact is of absolutely no importance. Imention it only to demonstrate how much more goes into any substantive piece ofwriting than the reader suspects.
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Campaspe: Thename is taken from E. R. Eddison’s A Fish Dinner in Memison. In it,Campaspe is a sylph, whose human form alternates with that of a water-rat.
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St. Jones's:There is no such saint. But the St. Jones is a river in Delaware. No one knowsthe origin of its name but it is speculated to derive from St. Joan or else St.Jone, a variant Welsh spelling of St. Ione or John.
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Clay Bank: Aneighborhood in Gloucester County, Virginia. Will Jenkins who, writing asMurray Leinster, was the original Dean of Science Fiction, lived there.
Cobbs Creek:A neighborhood in West Philadelphia, and a creek defining part of Philadelphia's border.
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remscela: Alittle joke here. The remscela are the prequel-tales to the Táin Bó Cúailnge in the Ulster Cycle and Remscelais the title of a Celtic fantasy novel by my friend Gregory Frost. On Mirandait is apparently also a form of alcohol.
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fantasias:I have usurped an existing word here as the name for elaborately fantasticcostumes specific to carnival onMiranda.
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jubilee: In Biblical times, after seven weeks of years--half a century--came the jubilee, a time of transformation, when all debts were forgiven and slaves freed. The time of the jubilee tide is, similarly, a time of physical transformation and, for some, spiritual transcendence.
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Undine: In Miranda, awitch; in our world, the name of a water-nymph. The word was coined byParacelsus in his alchemical writings and popularized by Undine, an 1811novella by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué. A knight falls in love with the wildand capricious young nereid. Marriage, however, gives her a human soul andmakes her virtuous in the drearily long-suffering Christian manner of the times.The knight proves unworthy and they both die—but romantically.
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iridobacteria: Anonce-word, but in context self-evident.
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nerve-inductor: Anobvious swipe from Frank Herbert’s Dune. I am astonished Ineglected to include it in the Acknowledgements page. Somehow, I forgot all about it.
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“A new age of magical interpretation…”:This is a quote from Adolph Hitler.
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Veilleur: Frenchfor “watchman.” There was a strong French (and French Carribean) component tothe original human settlers of Miranda, as well as a lesser Armenian component.
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the golden woman: Theponcho-clad puppet who dissolves in a shower of golden rings is taken from C.L. Moore’s classic story, “No Woman Born.”
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May 6, 2024
THE SLEEP OF REASON in book form at last!!!!
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GREATNEWS! and... less great news.
The Sleep of Reason,
myposthumous collaboration with Francisco Jose de Goya, is now available in paperback form from PS Publishing for thirteen U. K. pounds less one pence. I haven't seen it yet but I know that it's a beautiful book because John Berry did the book design. That was the great news. The less great news is that the signed-and-numbered hardcover edition of 100, priced at an eminently affordable twenty-five pounds, sold out pretty much instantaneously on pre-order.Those copies will be mailed out later this week, but the paperback is available for purchase now.
And what exactly, you may ask, is this thing . . . ?
Way back when, I contracted with Eileen Gunn's then e-mag The Infinite Matrix, to write a flash fiction a week based on the illustrations of Goya's Los Caprichos. The images were by turns angry and sardonic and they called up the Irish darkness in me. The stories can still be read online. But they read best with Goya's images large and lucid before you, and for that, you'll want the book.
You can read a typical story about the joys of motherhood by clicking here.
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April 25, 2024
The Annotated STATIONS OF THE TIDE (Part 3)
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thesuppression of Whitemarsh:This and the related witch-cults were based on the Albigensian Crusades againstthe Cathars.
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the maggot in the skull: A maggot is not only a larval fly, but alsoa whimsical notion, derived from the folk belief that an irrational personliterally had maggots in their brain.
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the Third Unification: Of this phase of the Prosperan System’s longand tangled history, I know nothing.
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barnacle flies: A dimorphic name: in Great Winter a barnacle and inGreat Summer a fly.
Rose Hall: Rose Hall, Jamaica, is known for the legend of WhiteWitch, Annie Palmer, a slave owner even crueler than most of her kind, who waspurportedly trained in voodoo.
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sleeve job: A crude folk joke in which the sleeve job is described asa sex act of extreme perversity and effectiveness—yet whose specific workingsare never described. The term has since been appropriated for various sexualacts of greater or lesser likelihood.
Caliban: Miranda’s larger moon, inhospitable to life and usedprimarily to house prisons and military training camps.
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TERMINAL HOTEL: This is an inside joke. There used to be a shabbyhotel across from the Reading Terminal in Philadelphia. The sign over its doorsimply read TERMINAL. Gardner Dozois was once filmed crossing the street infront of the Terminal Hotel for an incidental scene in Brian de Palma’s movie, BlowOut. Unhappily, the footage ended up on the cutting room floor.
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Two television sets were wedged in thesand, one with the sound off, and the other turned away:When I first came to Center City in Philadelphia, I couldn’t afford to buy atelevision. So I went out on trash day and hauled every TV set I found back tomy apartment. I yanked the vacuum tubes (this was before printed circuits) andtook them to Radio Shack, which had a tube tester, and bought new tubes. Thisresulted in two sets, one of which had good sound and the other a good image. Istacked one on top of the other and the rest went back to the curb.
Sex, magic, and television are thematic inStations of the Tide, as intangible technologies whose maineffects are achieved inside the human brain.
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the System government: Asmall joke here. Prospero and its attendant planets make up the ProsperanSystem. But the government is the System.
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wands and orchids: Maleand female genitalia.
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“All is pattern”: Thisis one of the major themes of Stations, along with the universality of change. I feelclose to embarrassed for pointing out something so obvious.
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haunts: This is the firstmention of the aboriginal people who possessed Miranda before the coming ofhumans and the guilt for whose possible extinction haunts Mirandan society. The name is derived from the “haints” of African-American folklore.
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Ariel: Miranda’s lessermoon.
Ararat: The resting-placeof Noah’s Ark. Also the first human city on Miranda, long since abandoned andlost.
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April 24, 2024
BONES OF THE EARTH E-Book Sale! One Day Only!!!
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Open Road Media, my e-book publisher, has just informed me that tomorrow, Thursday, April 25, 2024, my dinosaurs-and-time-travel novel, Bones of the Earth will be on sale for $1.99 in Canada and the US.
When I finished writing Bones of the Earth, it was the most accurate dino novel ever written. When I finished a chapter, I'd run it past renowned dinosaur reconstruction artist Robert Walters. Who would return it to me with an insultingly long list of mistakes I'd made that needed to be corrected. Then I'd send it to the late Ralph Chapman, at the Smithsonian. Who would, again, return it to me with an insultingly long list of mistakes I needed to correct. The result was a factually pristine science fiction novel. Not one misstatement of fact.
By the time it was published, one of the corrections I'd made--having attacking teeth-birds fly up from the ground rather than down from a tree--was out of date. Paleontologists had discovered that, against prior assumptions, the early birds were capable of perching after all.
Since then, I assume, my book has drifted further away from what is currently known about the Maastrichtian. But it's still pretty good, factually.
Also, entertaining. Did I mention that it's lots of fun? It really is.
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April 17, 2024
A Cautionary Tale For New Writers
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John Barth died recently and I very much wanted to do an appreciation of his work.
But there was a problem.
Giles Goat-Boy was the first Big Fat Literary Book I ever tackled. This was back when it first came out, and I was fourteen. So it was an important book for me. Unfortunately, it contained a black character, an apish, indiscriminate rapist so unpleasantly drawn that it took me aback. Even then, when I knew nothing about race and sex and people, this portrayal seemed... strange? ...cruelly caricaturish? ...offensive? Ultimately, I shoved it aside, figuring I'd understand it better when I knew something about race and sex and people.
Now that I know, perhaps, something about race and sex and people, I recognize the character as a failed attempt at satire and irony. But that doesn't make it any less loathsome.
Barth was in his day considered a major writer and definitely, at a minimum, Canon track. The Sot-Weed Factor, whose young protagonist, Ebenezer Cooke, signs himself "poet and virgin" and becomes the Poet Laureate of colonial Maryland, was a wonderful creation. But I didn't have the time to reread that discursive treasure chest of prose, so I determined instead to write about "The Dunyazadiad," one of three novellas in Chimera.
I loved the premise, which was that Sheherazade of the Thousand Nights and a Night was, with the help of her sister Dunyazade, anachronistically trying to solve, with yellow pads and sharpened pencils, the problem of Sharyar raping and killing a virgin a night when a Genie appears who knows the solution because he's John Barth himself. Who has for most of his life loved the book which she will be the heroine of.
Much of what ensued consisted of Sheherazade and Barth wonking about writing fiction. Catnip for a gonnabe writer like me. At one point Barth and Scherazade talked about framing a story and speculated that it might be possible to frame a story from inside. Which is, extraordinarily, what The Dunyazadiad accomplished.
But right in the middle of this fantasia of rowdy sex and literature is the following sentence fragment: ...and found my sister-in-law cuckolding my brother with the blackamoor Sa'ad al-din Saood, who swung from trees, slavered and gibbered, and sported a yard that made mine look like your little finger.
Eek.
I couldn't exactly present this story to you, saying, "Drink deep of this lovely story. It's only got one racist turd in it." So I gave up on writing a memorial until I could come up with something a little more nuanced. This post, I hope.
There is a lesson here for gonnabe writers: Don't punch down. Be wild, be free, be daring, don't hesitate to lambaste those in power. But don't punch down. Satire is a tool to be used against those with power and pretension. Don't employ it against those who have neither. John Barth did, and as a result we all think the less of him--and, more importantly, his work--because of it.
End of sermon. Go thou and sin no more.
And speaking of John Barth . . .
I met him. My senior year at William & Mary, he entranced a crowded auditorium with a reading from The Dunyazadiad. His voice soft with love, he read, "'All those nights at the foot of that bed, Dunyazade!' he exclaimed. 'You've had the whole literary tradition transmitted to you--'" Here, he paused to let a smutty laugh pass through the audience before continuing, "'and the whole erotic tradition too!'" He knew how to read a story, and how to play the audience as well. Like a trout at the end of a line.
Afterward, the English Department had a gathering (seniors only) in his honor. I stood by, awestruck and silent, as he and Dr. David Clay Jenkins discussed colonial governor Francis Nicholson. "What a mean man!" Dr. Jenkins exclaimed.
"Yes," Barth agreed, "but he had something."
And that simple exchange epitomized for me why it was I had sunk four years into obtaining a liberal arts education. So that someday I could talk as knowledgeably about esoteric matters with intelligent strangers.
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April 16, 2024
The Annotated STATIONS OF THE TIDE (Part 2)
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theOuter Circle: The far regions of the Prosperan System. Allthe most dangerous research is conducted as far from population centers aspossible.
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Continent:There being onlyone continent, it needs no other name.
sparrowfish:The Great Wintermorph of what is, in the Great Summer, a rainbird.
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Witch Cults of Whitemarsh: The chapterheading was inspired by Margaret Murray’s The Witch-Cult in Western Europe andwas meant to suggest that the witch cults of the Tidewater are matriarchal instructure.
[themagic trick explained]: Thisis a change on the original Vanishing Bird Cage trick, which relied on theaudience not knowing that the dove inside the cage had been squashed when itcollapsed.
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LaserfieldAcademy: Like manyprivate academies, Laserfield is named after its location. Since the originaltechnology of the field, whether for communications or planetary defense, islong obsolete, it can be assumed that this is a very old name, from the earlydays of Miranda’s colonization.
elfinbone:Ivory, derivedfrom the German word “Elfinbein.” I had thought it an archaic word but recentlyI have seen it claimed that Jorge Luis Borges credited James Joyce with itscreation for Finnegans Wake. Either way, it is a charming word.
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CaptainBergier: This“scrawny-bearded poet,” edging into senility, is an avatar of Ezra Pound. This wasinspired the following lines from Bob Dylan’s “Destination Row:”
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
LikePound, Captain Bergier has been driven to the edge of madness by his economic theoretics.
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Lightfoot:A small town inthe Virginia Tidewater, not far from Williamsburg.
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fleur-de-vie:“Flower of life,”the vagina.
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April 14, 2024
COMICOSMICS! Coming Soon!!!
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Set your alarm clocks! Marianne has announced the sell-date for Dragonstairs Press' latest chapbook. As usual, it will sell out in a matter of minutes. I'm not exaggerating here. As Will Sonnet used to say, "No brag, just fact."
Here's the announcement letter as Marianne sent it out:
Saturday the 20th of April, noon, EDT, Dragonstairs Press will be launching Comicosmics at dragonstairs.com.
Comicosmics is Michael Swanwick's homage to Italo Calvino, cleverly inverted from the original. Henry Wessells said of it, "[this] book is an entire intergalactic philosophical novel within the compass of near infinity, and six printed pages. It is one of the several things that Michael Swanwick does best."
Comicosmics was launched at the 2024 International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts in Orlando, Florida. It was issued in an edition of 50, of which 47 were available for sale. 35 remain. The chapbook is 8 ½” by 5 ½” and is hand-stitched and bound in black lokta paper, silk-screened with metallic images. All are numbered and signed by the author.
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editor, publisherDragonstairs Press
April 11, 2024
The Shockwave Rider!
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Look what came in the mail! The Shockwave Rider by John Brunner. Brunner was one of the biggest names in science fiction when he wrote this novel, and in many ways this was a high-water mark in his career. It is also the book wherein Brunner contributed a new word to the English language when he named the computer "worm." (For those unfamiliar with the term, a computer virus is downloaded into a computer via attachments, where a worm is an independent agent that finds its own way in.)
This beautifully-made edition comes from Subterranean Press, and I had the honor of writing its introduction.
While working on the introduction, I realized that because Brunner was writing a near-future novel, its hour arrived not long ago and it is now an alternate-history novel. Where much of its pleasure originally came from wondering how many of its predictions would come true, today that pleasure consists of seeing which predictions came true (a surprising number) and which did not. Meanwhile, the plot is still involving.
John Brunner had the sad distinction of being the first science fiction writer to die while attending the World Science Fiction Convention. I was there, in Glasgow, when the rumor ran like wildfire through the convention: John Brunner collapsed and was taken to the hospital! Followed shortly by: He's dead.
There was a hastily-created memorial to Brunner at the convention and, again, I was there. Robert Silverberg, obviously heartbroken by the death of a friend, spoke movingly of the man, his life, his career, and his works. Then, brilliantly, he said that since a writer was a form of entertainer, rather than a minute of silence he was going to request a minute of applause.
The response was thunderous.
And it's anticlimactic to mention this but . . .
If you want to buy a copy, you can order it here. Or, you know, just go to centipedepress.com and wander about, occasionally lusting after the books there.
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O. J. Now O. J. Then O. J. Forevermore
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O. J. Simpson has died and all the frogs in the pond are croaking. The narrative they push is, mostly, that white America saw his trial as a rich man getting away with murder and Black America seeing the trial as a racist police department framing another Black man. Which is true enough but not enlightening.
I confess that I fell into the first camp. But then Marianne and I were at a friend's party where, as it chanced, we were the only white people. The conversation, all about the trial, was nuanced and thoughtful and definitely not on the side of the LAPD. And then Stanley (our host) came up with a formula that made sense of it all.
Guilty, he said. AND framed.
Stan's insight not only explained why the famous glove didn't fit but reconciled me to the verdict. When a guilty man gets away with murder, that's injustice. When the police plant evidence to convict somebody just because they don't like him, a conviction is an assault against the very concept of justice.
Freeing O. J. was the right thing to do.
It is entirely my own personal opinion, not backed up by any information that was not available to all the world already when I add the word "alas."
Above: Photo taken from Politico's take on O. J.'s life. You can find it here.
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Shockwave Rider!
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Look what came in the mail! The Shockwave Rider by John Brunner. Brunner was one of the biggest names in science fiction when he wrote this novel, and in many ways this was a high-water mark in his career. It is also the book wherein Brunner contributed a new word to the English language when he named the computer "worm." (For those unfamiliar with the term, a computer virus is downloaded into a computer via attachments, where a worm is an independent agent that finds its own way in.)
This beautifully-made edition comes from Centipede Press, and I had the honor of writing its introduction.
While working on the introduction, I realized that because Brunner was writing a near-future novel, its hour arrived not long ago and it is now an alternate-history novel. Where much of its pleasure originally came from wondering how many of its predictions would come true, today that pleasure consists of seeing which predictions came true (a surprising number) and which did not. Meanwhile, the plot is still involving.
John Brunner had the sad distinction of being the first science fiction writer to die while attending the World Science Fiction Convention. I was there, in Glasgow, when the rumor ran like wildfire through the convention: John Brunner collapsed and was taken to the hospital! Followed shortly by: He's dead.
There was a hastily-created memorial to Brunner at the convention and, again, I was there. Robert Silverberg, obviously heartbroken by the death of a friend, spoke movingly of the man, his life, his career, and his works. Then, brilliantly, he said that since a writer was a form of entertainer, rather than a minute of silence he was going to request a minute of applause.
The response was thunderous.
And it's anticlimactic to mention this but . . .
If you want to buy a copy, you can order it here. Or, you know, just go to centipedepress.com and wander about, occasionally lusting after the books there.
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