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Austin WFC Friday

I slept in a bit and caught the 11 a.m. shuttle from my outlying hotel to the convention hotel, chatting with F Brett Cox along the way, then poked around the dealers room and art show for a while. The latter was larger than I’d thought at first glance yesterday; it surrounded the dealers area on two sides, not just one, and had excellent pieces, many NFS, by John Jude Palencar, Gregory Manchess, Mike Dringenberg, Chad Beatty, Gary Gianni, John Picacio, Charles Vess, and others. In the dealers room I bought a couple books (including Howard Waldrop’s latest), got a few others gratis for listing on the site, and took ‘sighting’ notes on numerous others for listing on the site. After lunch from the Starbucks island in the lobby I attended a panel, “Fantasy Roundup: Should Reads of the Last Year”, which like the similar panel at Worldcon consisted of expert readers naming their favorites of 2006 so far. Another long list, a few listed here:

Charles N. Brown: James Morrow’s The Last Witchfinder; Paul Park’s The Tourmaline; Tim Powers’ Three Days to Never; Julie Phillips’ Tiptree bio; M. Rickert’s collection Map of Dreams

Ellen Datlow: Terry Dowling’s collection Basic Black from Cemetery Dance; two Gene Wolfe stories; Margo Lanagan’s Red Spikes;

Alan Beatts: David Keck’s In the Eye of Heaven; Sergei Lukyanenko’s Night Watch; Glen Cook’s reprinted Dread Empire novels;

Susan Allison: Morrow’s novel; the Tiptree award anthology; Naomi Novik’s His Majesty’s Dragon and sequels; Ian MacLeod’s House of Storms [a 2006 reprint of an earlier book, technically];

Jo Fletcher: Joe Hill’s first novel Heart-Shaped Box, coming next year; Scott Lynch’s The Lies of Locke Lamora

…and other titles by Joe Abercrombie, Charles Stross, Maurice Sendak, Jeffrey Ford, Kat Richardson, Carrie Vaughn, Elizabeth Hand, China Miéville, and others.

Following the panel I chatted with an old college friend, Kenn Bates, whom I only ever see at conventions, then met HarperCollins editor Diana Gill for our semi-annual chat. (I’m grateful to HarperCollins for being by far the most frequent client for Locus Online homepage banner ads… which revenue supports the movie reviewers and other special contributors to the website.) We attended a Scotch tasting party thrown by Borderlands Books in San Francisco, whose proprietors Alan Beatts and Jude Feldman poured Macallan and Balvenie and Laphroig and a couple three I’d never heard of. I chatted with John Klima (about stocking libraries with SF) and Gavin Grant and Juliet Ulman and Ellen Klages (about her new novel).

After that I descended to the lobby to troll for a dinner date, hooking up with Ellen Datlow and a huge group of Clarion students for dinner at (as it turned out) the same nearby TexMex restaurant I’d eaten at the night before, Serrano’s. At my end of the table I talked mostly with Leslie Howle, who’d seen an advance screening of The Fountain and was very enthusiastic about it, having interviewed Darren Aronofsky and offering to let me see it for the website. We’ll see. The meal went long — there were over 20 of us, with one over-worked waiter, and we didn’t get food until an hour and half after we’d arrived…

Friday evenings at World Fantasy Con is the traditional mass autograph session, with virtually every writer in attendance situated along tables eager for fans to sign their books. There were sufficient nibblies and petit fours on tables outside the room so one could have noshed for the evening without actually having eaten dinner. I had two books to sign, and couldn’t find either writer — one of them, I knew, had gone off on the traditional power dinner held by agent Howard Morhaim, and didn’t return until the autograph event was folding. I stood in the lobby outside chatting with Ted Chiang and later Scott Edelman and John O’Neill, about Lost and HP Lovecraft and other things. There was a Del Rey-sponsored party that I checked into briefly, before catching the shuttle back to my hotel, where I caught up on e-mail and started, though did not finish, this entry about Friday.

Austin WFC Thursday

I flew in to Austin yesterday, actually, on Wednesday, to see an old friend of mine who’d moved from LA to the Austin outskirts just a few weeks ago. He’d scheduled his retirement in the nick of time, considering the recently flagging real estate market; he cashed out of his hillside Studio City house and bought a newly-constructed twice-the-size house here in Texas for rather less than half what he sold for in LA. It’s waaayyy out in the country though, in the next county in fact, southwest of Austin in a new development where the residents align philosophically between those who scorch-burn the native vegetation to plant sod and palm trees and those who attempt to cultivate their property using native plants. My friend is in the latter camp, and even took me to the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center a few miles from his house to look at the varieties of plantlife native to central Texas. I noticed how much the native plants resembled those of the southern California foothills and deserts, though apparently the soil acidity here makes plants from the two areas mostly incompatible.

The World Fantasy Convention is large this year, perhaps oversold — the advertised ‘cap’ of 750 or 850 members being a polite fiction, apparently, if more memberships can be sold. A consequence of this is how many members this year have become stuck at outlying hotels; though the main hotel, the Renaissance Austin Hotel at the Arboretum, seems impressively large, a square layout with a huge central lobby and nine floors of room balconies and hallways looking down from above, many of us could get reservations only at the likes of the Fairfield Inns and Suites, some two or three miles up the road and along the freeway, accessible to the convention hotel via an hourly shuttle van. My relocated friend dropped me off here mid-afternoon, and after connecting my laptop to the internet (after an interval of over 24 hours — his DSL connection and my laptop not having got along), I shuttled over the Renaissance to check in with the convention, procur my weighty freebie book bag, and wander around the hotel. The dealers’ room is a bit cramped, but amazingly contains nothing but book dealers — no plush toys, no jewelry, no videos or CDs, no armor. The art show, such as it is, is even tinier, an arranged corridor along one wall of the dealers’ room. The lobby is large, with a generous bar area and a couple lounge areas.

There was a bit of programming this afternoon, but I didn’t make any of it. I connected with Liza and the Charles in the bar, visited with them and Ted C for a while before heading off for a quick dinner at a local TexMex place with Beth G before returning to the hotel for the International Horror Guild Awards ceremony at 8 p.m., efficiently conducted by a sharp-looking John Picacio. The ceremony was unfortunately notable for having none of the winners in attendance, except for Living Legend Award recipient Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. (Later some of us speculated that were such a recipient, presumably notified in advance, be unable to attend, surely the award itself would be postponed.) After that I hung out in the lobby and bar, chatted with John JA and Lawrence P, met Sarah L and others, until catching the shuttle back to my remote hotel, to go through email, post the IHG results, and this blog entry.

I suppose I wasn’t paying attention, but when I saw that this year’s WFC scheduled its awards banquet Saturday evening, rather than the traditional Sunday noontime, I assumed the convention itself would be over then, and so I scheduled my return flight for Sunday morning. My assumption is not the case; it turns out there’s a full day of programming on Sunday, including the always-fascinating judges’ panel, where the year’s judges debrief the result of the year’s awards. Alas, I shall miss it; I have to be back to work on Monday anyway.

Three Magicians

I saw both The Prestige and The Illusionist this past weekend — with two reviews of the former scheduled for the website, I made a point of seeing it Friday evening, and then circumstances invited seeing the latter on Saturday. The Illusionist has been out for a month or so, and I’d considered assigning reviews of it, but timing with the reviewers didn’t work out and I wasn’t sure it was even relevant for a website focused on SF and fantasy.

Both films are worth seeing, though I think The Illusionist is probably better seen first, since it’s a rather simpler, more straightforward, more linear-plotted story about a magician/illusionist than the far more complex Prestige. As for the relevance of The Illusionist to SF/F, I wouldn’t want to spoil anything, but I will say that it would be rather difficult to review, especially in the way it presents magical tricks or illusions (i.e. it uses FX), without revealing whether or not it ‘really’ is fantasy.

I see from comments trickling in to my HP Lovecraft posts that I need to address the topic once again, in terms of ‘reviewing’ the stories, saying what I personally think about them according to my own reviewing standards. I will do so, though in the context of what kind of sense it makes to ‘review’ works that are already part of a literary ‘canon’…

On Reading H.P. Lovecraft for the First Time (Part Two)

I’ve completed my project to read the stories of H.P. Lovecraft, all but 3 or 4 of which I had never read before. (I’m done at least for now; I’ve not read everything — there are additional collaborative ‘revisions’, many poems, and several volumes of letters, essays, etc. But I have read all the stories included in the generally available anthologies of HPL’s works, which for my own tracking I compiled in a table plotting which stories are in which books. I’ve converted the table to html and posted it here.)

So what did I think? There’s little point in my trying to describe HPL’s writing, his style or themes, since he’s obviously one of the most reprinted, read, discussed, and analyzed fantasy/horror writers in history. Between his reputation and the few stories I’d read before this, I knew what I was getting into, so I wasn’t dissuaded by the stylistic excesses, not even at the beginning. To answer a comment to the earlier post, yes I did start from the beginning and read my way chronologically (with only a few excursions) from the earliest stories to the last. It’s fascinating seeing themes recur and combine that way — I had the impression about 2/3 of the way through that HPL made a deliberate decision to combine thematic threads from his various types of stories so that everything interconnected, the dreamscapes and grave-diggers and Cthulhu Mythos histories, in much the way Isaac Asimov did late in his career (to some derision) with his robots and empires. More than just stylistically and temperamentally, all HPL stories are of a piece.

Frankly a couple of the reasons I started the project were pragmatic. At some point I picked up one of the Ballantine collections and read or reread a couple of the stories, and then read a couple more the next day, and so on. All the early stories are quite short — 5 or 12 pages. It was like eating jellybeans. That was good, or at least weird; I’ll have another. A second reason was that the texts of all the stories could be found online (albeit in uncorrected, frequently typo-ridden form), to be read electronically in situations where it wasn’t practical to read a physical book. And a third reason for becoming systematic about this project was that it seemed reasonable to get through everything by HPL within just a few weeks, even for a reader who’s slow or has at best an hour or so per day to read. That is, the HPL corpus is manageable, unlike those of many more prolific or longer-lived authors; all of HPL’s significant stories fit in 3 books. (As for what prompted me to pick up an HPL book in the first place, I’ll mention that in a later entry.)

The attraction of HPL’s stories, even the early ones, is first in the power of the authorial style, with its ornate descriptiveness and the relentlessness of its narrative, of block after block of sturdy paragraphs uninterrupted by dramatic interaction or character dialogue (with rare exceptions). Then there is the obsessive worldview that presupposes the existence of worlds unknown or unperceived by humans, and that experiencing these realms — especially as revealed through methods of science — would drive men insane. That idea of a hidden world, along with the macabre nature of many of the stories, is perhaps what draws the prototypical 12-year-olds to HPL’s works. What strikes me, either due to a differing philosophical temperament, or the fact that I’m a bit past 12 years old, is that this presumption about the nature of reality is so far from the default presumption of much science fiction — which senses wonder about the universe, not horror. (When I was 12, I discovered and read everything I could find by Arthur C. Clarke…)

After finishing the stories I read the introductions to a dozen or so of the currently available collections, as well as Michel Houellebecq’s H.P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life (which is a short 100-page essay padded out in the book by two HPL stories) and HPL’s own essay “Supernatural Horror in Literature”, so I have a basic idea of where HPL was coming from and what the consensus among commentators is about how his life and literary development interweave. (A few notes on the commentators below.) After all that I do have what is perhaps an original thought, and it pertains to why HPL is still so popular and now even endorsed by such literary establishments as Joyce Carol Oates and the Library of America.

Is it because HPL reveals the ‘real’ world — especially via the methods of science, from Crawford Tillinghast’s gizmo in “From Beyond” to the archaeological explorations of the later major stories — as a world that’s a threat to human composure and sanity, a hideous truth inimical to human values? A couple commentators note that HPL’s popularity grew after the World Wars in response to disillusionment about rationality and the consequences of science, and it seems to me the retreat from the real and rational has only increased in recent decades, with progressive distrust and disavowal of scientific results, especially by American religious fundamentalists who find the implications of evolution hideous and evidence of the big bang contrary to scripture. Is this also why HPL’s themes continue to strike a chord in many readers, perhaps even explaining the willingness of the literary establishment, which has always been skeptical about the processes and values of science, to canonize him?

Finally, a few comments about the commentators, mostly in the introductions to in-print HPL editions, for those readers who may not have pursued the various in-print collections even if they’re familiar with HPL’s stories. Robert Bloch’s introduction to the first Arkham House volume, THE DUNWICH HORROR, provides a basic bio, protests too much about Ted White’s dismissal of HPL’s writing as “sick”, and rather embarrassingly forgives HPL’s racism as a product of the time and suggests that HPL has had more influence on other writers than any contemporary except Hemingway. Hmm.

James Turner’s intro to Arkham House #2, AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS, is considerably more insightful about the “progressive humanization” of HPL’s life, noting also the shift in his political beliefs late in life, and the significance to his life and career of his 2-year stay in NYC.

T.E.D. Klein’s intro to Arkham House volume 3, DAGON, is even more penetrating and suggestive about the influence on HPL of Dunsany, Machen, and others, and very perceptive in the way he traces HPL’s themes even as they changed to return to Dunsany later in his career.

Joyce Carol Oates’ intro to TALES OF H.P. LOVECRAFT persists in calling his stories “gothic tales”. She compares HPL to Poe at length, and stresses his interest in the cosmic and impersonal.

China Mieville’s intro to the Modern Library edition of AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS (the book also includes HPL’s long essay) is notable for pointing out the influence on HPL of Oswald Spengler, whose historical theory about the rise and fall of cultures greatly influenced some of the later stories. He also discusses how HPL’s racism and politics (of course) are reflected in those stories; e.g., the Shoggoth is depicted as a subway train of myriad eyes, just like a real train of working class multi-racial masses.

I didn’t realize until late in this game that the recent Penguin anthologies edited by S.T. Joshi have lengthy footnotes to all the stories, explaining obscure references and providing background on the writing of each, or I might have followed along with them as I read. The intros tend to focus on details at the expense of general overview, but some of the details are fascinating — e.g., the way “The Shadow Out of Time” responds in part to what HPL thought were flaws in a 1933 film called Berkeley Square.

Andrew Wheeler’s intro to the SFBC collection BLACK SEAS OF INFINITY provides only a brief overview, but the book is notable for including two short HPL essays (a bio and his tips on writing) plus two of HPL’s collaborations not included in any other collection (except for the Arkham House volume of nothing but collaborations and ‘revisions’). I agree with Wheeler that “The Mound” is a major story — a long and fascinating exploration of an alien culture, almost on par with “At the Mountains of Madness” and “The Shadow Out of Time”. (I was less thrilled with “Winged Death”, which struck me as even more predictable and less plausible than most HPL stories.)

Houellebecq’s essay “Against the World, Against Life” wanders through various HPL themes before coming into sharp focus in its last third, as Houellebecq describes how HPL’s racism was exacerbated by his stay in NY, and explaining how nevertheless those strong feelings were transformed and provided the power of his subsequent “great texts” written after his return to Providence. (And if some of the racist passages in his stories seem extreme, his letters, from which Houellebecq quotes, were more so.) Houellebecq says “Every great passion, be it love or hate, will in the end generate an authentic work”, and he makes the case that HPL is a prime example.

Checking in 16 Oct.

I’ve finished reading HPL, for now, having read all the solo works, the collaborative/revision works included in the major collections, and the introductions by various writers to numerous in-print editions of his works. (I’ve not yet read the other ‘revisions’ in The Horror in the Museum.) I’ll post a follow-up entry with my 2-cents worth reactions to this reading project in the next couple days.

I’m falling behind with new books to list on the website, due to schedule constraints (not dissimilar to my friend whose employer has blocked his internet access), on and off flu, and a seasonal surge in new books published. At the moment I have 40 new titles seen or received to list on the site. I’ll work on them tonight and tomorrow, and post some of them by tomorrow night, then try to catch up with the rest by the weekend, though in the long term I’m not sure I can maintain the rate of book listings on the site that I’ve been doing for several years…

Coming up this weekend, if all goes according to plan: not one but two reviews of The Prestige.

Lost s3/e1

Lost is still very cool. The third season premiere was last night, Wednesday. (In fact, the whole episode can be watched for free at http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index.) The cleverest part, actually, is the opening teaser, the first two minutes: it opens with a close-up of an eye, as did many of the first season episodes, then proceeds to a scene in which a woman selects a CD and puts it into a player, in an updated version of the season 2 opener, in which the guy in the bunker was seen playing an LP in his ’60s style pad (and in this new scene she plays ’60s hit “Downtown”). After some business about burned muffins in an oven (what is this about?), we see a book club meeting in which members argue over some unrevealed Stephen King title — one member complains “it’s not even literature; there’s no metaphor; it’s by-the-number hokum-pokum; it’s science fiction”. Though we never see exactly which Stephen King book it is. Still — presumably this an homage/reply to King’s friendly criticisms of the show in his periodic Entertainment Weekly columns?… ;) And one can’t help but think that things like eyes and muffins in this story *are* intended as metaphors by the show’s producers… even if we can’t yet figure out of what.

Then there’s an apparent quake, everyone runs outside, and we see — Henry Gale, and another familiar face; and we see — a jet airliner overhead, as it breaks apart, the tail section veering there, the front end heading there… We’re replaying the very opening, from the first season, of Oceanic Flight 815‘s breakup and crash, viewed from the ground, from those already on the island. And then we pan back, abruptly, and see this small town village, this village of the dreaded Others, nestled in the coastal hills of the Island, as if there for years, now nestled along the shore where smoke rises from pieces of wreckage in the distance…

It’s easy to nit-pick; surely we previously were given the impression that Flight 815 broke up during normal flight, at cruising altitude — while this clip visualizes the plane at a much lower altitude. (Not to mention the implausiblity of anyone surviving such an airplane crash at all; cf. the crash in Brazil a couple weeks ago.) Still– there are fascinating surprises here, new revelations, and despite the cynical premonitions of how ongoing series like this can erode and self-destruct, I have hopes, hope that the producers have developed an over-arching story that really will explain everything in the end. Surely it can be done. The failures to do so in the past (e.g. Twin Peaks) are known by the producers… as are the priorities of network execs, who understandably want to milk a hit for as long as they can. But surely it can be done…

ISBN Update

To follow up on my earlier post Rules of ISBN, I discovered today that I’ve had not one but two problems related to ISBNs on the website and in my database. First, as I described earlier, newly expanded 13-digit ISBNs are coming into use, and though at a glance the ISBN-13 for most books appears to be the traditional ISBN-10 with ’987-’ tacked on to the front (for US publishers at least), in fact the other difference between the two is that the final digit, the checksum, is different. I hadn’t noticed that and had been truncating 13s to make 10s, not realizing that the links to Amazon on the website weren’t working because of the wrong checksum digits…

Second, which I just realized today, as far as I can tell Amazon does not yet recognize ISBN-13s at all. Some of the Amazon links I’d generated with the expanded numbers don’t work, even though they have the correct checksum digits. I’ve written to Amazon to ask them about this.

So today I did my best to audit all the ISBNs with possibly incorrect checksum digits, and all the ISBN-13s, and check them against what Amazon says is the ISBN for each title. In practice, whatever they say is what I use. I hope I caught most of them, though if anyone clicks on an Amazon link and gets a 404, please let me know and I’ll get it fixed.

Real-Life Mysteries

How often does any of us come into contact with, much less become involved with, situations that might well be stories, or even mysteries? I have two cases to relate.

First, about two years ago I read an article in the LA Times about an aspiring young Hollywood model who’d disappeared. Police went to her residence and found bloody clothing and no sign of the owner of the house where she was staying. The article described the house as in the “5000 block of Medina Road” and I realized… that was just up the street from me. In fact, I’d been in that house (it had TV reporters in front of it when I drove by later that same day); there’d been a “for rent” sign in front of it a couple months before, and on impulse I’d stopped by to see what the house was like. It was large, some 3500 square feet, on a hillside below the street, three levels from street level down, with a tennis court below that; however it was some 30 years old, so it lacked the high ceilings and large bathrooms and walk-in closets you see in new construction today. Nice, though not luxurious by contemporary standards.

Subsequently a body was found in a dumpster at a self-storage facility about three miles north of the house. Owner still missing. Several months later, another LAT article told about the discovery by police of the owner of that house, who’d committed suicide in a motel somewhere near the Mexican border. End of story… except that ever since then, the house has still been for rent, off and on, no one staying there for long. And it’s for rent again today as I write.

Second, ever since I moved into my present residence a little over 3 years ago, I’ve been getting telephone calls and messages for someone named Kevin Terani (I’m guessing at the spelling), who apparently once had the phone number that I now have. When I answer the calls myself, I tell them I have no idea who Kevin Terani is, that I’ve had this phone number since 2003, and cannot help them. Still the calls come… never identifying themselves or why they want to contact this person. I can only imagine that Kevin Terani was in financial difficulties with numerous parties. But I don’t know. Just this evening, two calls came asking for this person — but they were automated recordings, unresponsive to my replies.

No doubt a talented horror or mystery writer could use these incidents as bases for much more interesting scenarios than I could possibly imagine myself. Any such writers who are reading this are welcome to them.

DSL issue

I’ve been having a curious problem with my DSL service in recent weeks: whenever I receive or make a voice call on my telephone line, the DSL signal is disrupted for at least several minutes. Often it returns by itself, after a few minutes, but sometimes I have to power-off and power-on the DSL modem and the wireless router (clue?) that I use to get the signal to my laptop before it recovers. I could contact Verizon–now AT&T in my area–about this, but it’s quicker to post a note here and hope someone might know what the problem could be. Anyone?

Links and Blinks

I had a chance today to spend some time processing e-mails sent me over the past few months suggesting various websites to add to Locus Online’s various links pages, and to troll through my own Blinks posts for links to add to the permanent collection. (I’m not quite done with the latter task.) The updated links pages have been posted to the site. Feel free to browse, and, of course, suggest any additions, revisions, or updates.