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Reading Good

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

As I’ve said, oh, dozens of times before, I am not a book blogger; I am merely a blogger who occasionally writes about books. That’s not to say, of course, that I don’t read book blogs. They’re a good way for readers to keep abreast of the latest literary developments (… or gossip…). But, we’ve noticed some disturbing trends over the past few years.

Trends that aren’t to do with the blogs themselves, necessarily, but with the world that they’re describing: There’s the decline in mainstream book coverage and suggestions for dealing with it; and then there’s the decline of literary reading, and the increase of books not worth reading to make things look even more grim. But it’ll get sorted, what with all these dedicated folks examining the problem, right?

There is just one tiny, microscopic, minor little thing. I mean, really, it’s probably nothing. But, maybe we bloggers who write about books should ask: Are we all pretty sure that the great mass of the general public can, you know, actually read?

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| July 31st, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Books & Literature | Trackback | 3 Comments »



The Implements

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

This is turning out to be an incredibly busy week at my day job (which I’m not giving up, thanks for asking). In turn, I have not been able to do the kind of work that is required to put out thoughtful, organized blog posts that my imaginary readers have come to expect.

Instead, let’s talk about stationary. Because it’s easy.

I’m not a writer. But I do write a lot. And, I have found a solution to the problem I was having with figuring out what devices to use when sitting down to actually work on a "manuscript" (or, in my case, a mockuscript — that thing that people who are pretending to be writers are pretending to write).

Anyway, I kind of decided to go with a yellow legal pad. It was kind of working, but then — suddenly — another solution presented itself, when I stumbled upon an old, disused padfolio; it’s basically the kind of thing a corporate drone would take to a training class (I actually got mine at one of these functions, where I was at my droniest).

It actually works pretty well. It’s got pockets and a pen-holding loop of fabric, and I can zip it up and carry it away. I cannot stress the importance, what with my incredibly thick skull, of a device that is able to carry paper and pen in one convenient package, because I sure as hell can never remember to have both.

Also: for when you’re on the go, I really like the combination of the fake Moleskine and the Fisher Space Pen. There is one thing about the pen though: You will lose it. It will get lost.

| July 30th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Miscellaneous | Trackback | No Comments »



The Stalwart (Fiction)

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

Dear Publisher,

Thank you for your email of yesterday morning, just after the delicate petals of the bright flowers had opened. Needless to say, I was quite shocked by the suggestions it contained. Frankly, as an author who has been nothing but an asset to your house for many years, I expected better treatment.

So it’s come to this, eh? If being treated as a reliable workhorse, whose books consistently dozens of copies (yes, yes, I know — but wait until they start to teach them in college!) wasn’t enough, you now apparently think that I am also an idiot.

I accepted the publication of trade-paperbacks as a necessary compromise, the lipstick of whoredom that allows the mouth upon which it sits to partake of its required, more wholesome sustenance. Alas! This, capitulation has obviously only whetted your appetite for my degradation, as you now seem to require a further slide down the razorblade.

This will not stand, I am happy to report. I can only bend so far, before I am bound to snap back to an upright position, tall and proud. Insist all you like — it’s obvious to me that you won’t be satisfied until my mouth is full of my own toes.

Let me remind you, I am a writer of books. Let me also remind you that books are devices made from paper, with protective, rigid covers — which are further protected by dust jackets; a more dignified item of apparel for a book there is not.

Books with floppy paper covers, are barely — just barely — allowed to be categorized by that word. And the smaller, weaker, parodies of books, those kind that you find at the supermarket, should not even be considered real, lest one find one’s heart breaking.

To suggest, therefore, that I allow my words to be cruelly torn from their pages, converted in to some wet, steaming pile of electrons, and displayed on some half-literate boob’s magic slate device boggles my sensitive mind. If we accept that kind of talk, well, what will come next?

Did you know, for instance, that any ape can bash 150,000 words into a computer, and distribute the results? Is that a book, sir? Good gravy, what an insane notion!

If you wish to know how to separate the works of a genuine writer from the offal produced by his simulacra, here is a method that I’m sure you will understand: If you wished to murder a cretinous editor with the object in question, could you simply and elegantly bludgeon him to death, or would you require there to be the presence of a large puddle of water, a building with unsound wiring, and a large and convenient thunder-bolt? The former, of course, is far superior, and therefore must be the product of a real writer.

My sense of myself is far to fragile, too dependent upon the heft, girth, and width of my precious hard-shelled, acid-free children to accept publication in a format that any imbecile can also take part in. (It’s bad enough that I have to share shelf space with the likes of *** ****!) What if, when the meat is divorced from its carapace, people are unable to tell what a Big Important Writer I am? Not that I care what those dull know-nothings think, but what if?

Yours,

A Real-Life, Not Pretend Author

| July 29th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Satire | Trackback | No Comments »



Dear Doctor Who: You Can’t Hurt Me Anymore

Monday, July 28th, 2008

In a DVD review, in a few-months-old issue of Doctor Who Magazine, Gary Gillat wrote the following: “Over the years, K9 had neatly divided fandom into those who love him, and those who are wrong.” The fact that I had to hold in a whoop of delight as I read this tells you all you need to know about me — if you’re another Doctor Who fan.

Hey, I can’t help it. The first story I ever saw was Destiny of the Daleks. Between Romana’s fitting-room regeneration, the dimensional transcendentalism of the TARDIS, the (literally) mop-top wigs on the Movellans, and the belligerent, laser-gun wielding Sharper Image garbage cans, I’m amazed that I fell in love with the show; I should have flipped the channel in total confusion. I mean, I was eight years old and therefore able to grasp some amazingly daft things, but still. I blame a televisual variation of Stockholm Syndrome.

By the time I was old enough to realize that the best and most proper way to love something like Doctor Who is to cut it to shreds, the show had been canceled. And, that was a good thing.

Because the intervening years had allowed me to grow as a person who appreciates things like camp and kitsch, and then grow to a point where that appreciation wore down a little bit — because that kind of aesthetic can be annoying personality trait, frankly.

So, thankfully, I was in a good head-space when I rediscovered Doctor Who. When I dived into the dollar-a-piece collections of criticism and fanzine-article collections on Amazon, and encountered the angry fandom of years passed, I could laugh about it as well as the show it was centered on.

Because what really seems laughable to me, second only to those silly evangelists who try to screen old episodes to uninterested and progressively more worried friends and loved-ones, is the po-faced wing of the the fandom, the ones who see any deviation from their own fan-taste as childhood-destroying sorties against the fragile nest of their own nostalgia.

Yes, when I saw the TV movie I thought it was terrible. Yes, there have been oversights, missteps, and outright stupid new-series story developments. Yes, yes, yes. But, after reading Gillat’s comment on K9 in the first paragraph of this post, my heart was lifted by the fact that there are lots of other people out there just like me — the ones who love it no matter how much we make fun of it, the ones who don’t write humorless articles about things like “lost magic”, and who wouldn’t dream of punching Russell T. Davies in the mouth (though we wouldn’t buy him a drink) or violating the sanctity of Jon Pertwee’s corpse (though we wouldn’t buy him a drink either, come to that).

Whatever happens to the new series, I’ll cope. Because there’s this whacking great, 26-year long monolith of previous work to expand on, to laugh at, to be moved by, to write boring discursive articles about. The tapes may belong to the BBC, but the show has been ours for longer than I’ve been alive. And if the new series must be abandoned as punishment for all its faults, so be it. We’ve lived without it before, and we’ll have to do it again, someday.

And that sorts me out. The new stuff can’t hurt the old stuff. It’s indestructible.

But then, I’m the sort of fan who has Androids of Tara on my top ten (Taran Beast and al), the sort of fan who likes K9 (and didn’t we choke up when we thought we lost him in School Reunion); the kind who couldn’t help chanting, “We… are the bastards of Earth!” along with all those CG Daleks in The Stolen Earth. I am therefore comrade to some, and drooling lunatic to others. So, ignore me if you like. That’s your choice.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way, frankly. Because, unlike some other fandoms, our discussions are productive. Take all of Paul Cornell’s writing about war poetry with a grain of salt, but frankly, he’s right: We don’t just fight, we get busy — we make art.

For god’s sake — what else is Fandom for?

| July 28th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Doctor Who, Entertainment, Fandom, Pop Culture | Trackback | No Comments »



How the 1st Amendment Applies to YOU On the Internet!

Saturday, July 26th, 2008

A few weeks ago, I pretty much declared that the First Amendment does not, for most practical purposes, exist. The short version of that post is this: Freedom of speech protects you from the interference of the government (except where danger or obscenity are involved), whereas it does NOT protect you from interference from private interests; in all cases, property rights trump speech rights. And since everything is owned by somebody… we’ll, you get the point.

Of course, when you comment on somebody’s blog, your head swimming with the ease and convenience of saying your piece, you might forget that, while you are entitled you your opinion, the blog’s owner is not obligated to allow your comment. Because that blog is his/her property and, say it with us now, for good or for ill, property rights trump speech rights every time.

So, Scalzi gets tons of comments, some of which he decides to get rid of. This, sadly, is one of the many duties of a committed blogger; to defend one’s site from assholes and advertisers. But Scalzi, see, has recently had to address the issue of a commenter who resorted to arguments about freedom of speech in defense of some dumbass comment she left.

Occasionally people — usually the trolls — will tell me I can’t stop them from posting what they please on my site. Then once they’re dropped into the ban queue, I read their increasingly foamy, otherwise unseen messages, saying that I’m just another censoring tool or whatever.

(See Eric Burns-White’s excellent post on this subject, by the way, for an explanation of censorship is — or the Scalzi post.)

So, you’ve submitted a comment, and it got rejected. And now, in a fit of comment-blocked fury, you start to wonder: "What damn good is the damn stupid First Amendment anyway, if it doesn’t guarantee my ability to post total bull-caca!"

In spite my rather despairing attitude about the state of free speech in America, there are situations where the you might be protected by the First Amendment in a blog context.

Case 1: You, yourself may have a blog. Yeah, they’re free. Now, if you have a blog, your posts might be protected by the first amendment. If it’s the government who wants you to remove them; and if your posts don’t violate federal, state, or local laws; and if your posts are not libelous or defamatory; and if your posts don’t violate your host’s terms of service; and if your webhost is willing to go to bat for you; and if you have the time, money, and sheer guts that are required to fight the U.S. government; and if you get a sympathetic judge, jury, or Supreme Court; then yes, the 1st Amendment will protect you.

Case 2: You might post a comment to someone’s blog; in that case, all the if’s from the previous apply, with the addition of one more: If the blogger who owns the blog is willing to stick up for your and has the time, money, &c.

Oh yeah, you might want to give the ACLU a call.

| July 26th, 2008 | by BCSilvia | Categories: Miscellaneous | Trackback | No Comments »



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