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Posted August 12, 2009 By John C Wright

Combining the last two post topics, I noticed over at Sf Signal a familiar book cover. See if you can spot it.

http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2009/08/books-received-august-10-2009/

Yes, indeed, there is PROSPERO LOST by the Mrs.

Meanwhile, over at Amazon.com three friends of mine and Harriet Klausner have already reviewed it. My friends gave it (on average) four and a half stars, and Harriet Klausner gave it five. This was a generous if odd ranking, because Harriet did not take the trouble to read even the blurb on the dustjacket this time, but merely made up something based on the title. Statisticians calculate that Harriet Klausner, in order to read every book she reviews, must have a reading speed in excess of 9.5 zillion words per minute!

Perhaps she could be hired by Congressmen to read their bills to them before they vote.

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New Mind Meld at SFSignal!

Posted August 12, 2009 By John C Wright

The fine fellows over at SFSignal, which I read every day, have made the classic blunder of asking my opinion on something, and, inevitably, I wrote an essay rather than a paragraph. But they asked me about my two favorite topics: Books, and Me. What are my memories surrounding the books I hold dear? What book or books hold special memories for me?

Here is the beginning of my answer:

I am not sure how to answer this question, since the actual act of reading the books I best remember is not itself any act that involves adventure, romance, intrigue, peril, or anything worthy of memory. I neither had to climb a glass mountain, nor solve a cryptic riddle posed by a smiling and cold-eyed monster, nor labor for Laban twice seven years to check out a paperback from the local library.

But of the books themselves, that I can speak. In the life of every bookish person, there are a few favored books, read in the golden time of youth, that come to dwell in the imagination forever. The vividness of images, the strangeness and wonder of the settings, are burned into the heart: every other tale read after is compared to these golden tales.

The difference between a bookish person and a non-bookish person (often called "Philistines") is that our formative thoughts, memories, and ideas, the things that shaped our character, come largely from books rather than from real-life experiences. The difference between a science fiction bookish person (often called "Slans") and a non-science-fiction bookish person (often called "Muggles"), is that our formative ideas come largely from science fiction books, rather than books about real things. The difference between a science fiction bookish person (Slans) and a dork who dresses up in a Star Trek uniform when called to jury duty, or who puts down "Jedi" as his religion on a government census form (often called "Freakatrons") is a matter of degree only.

I am sure there is some sort of Darwinian evolutionary advantage to living a life utterly disconnected from reality (often called "Psychotic"), but scholars have yet to identify it.

Read the whole thing, and the answers of other science fictional people (Slans) as well, including Kij Johnson Mike Flynn and James P. Hogan here: 

http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2009/08/mind-meld-books-that-hold-special-places-in-our-hearts-and-on-our-shelves/

The anecdote by James P. Hogan I thought particularly interesting. Let me quote it in part: 

Although there was much that I enjoyed about the movie 2001, I never understood the ending. I listened to all kinds of ingenious interpretations from various people, but they were all mutually contradictory and left me with the feeling that they were highly subjective […] The punch line came years later, after I had moved to the U.S. and was living in Massachusetts, I had dinner with Judy Lynn Del Rey and Arthur C. Clarke in Boston one night and was finally able to ask him–the ultimate source–"What did the ending to that movie mean?" And I can quote Arthur’s answer word for word…

Ah, but to find out Sir Arthur’s answer, you will have to read Mr. Hogan’s entry.

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The Awful Truth About Publishing

Posted August 12, 2009 By John C Wright

A glimpse of the writing trade from the inside for your enjoyment and edification: http://arhyalon.livejournal.com/76311.html

Here is the second in a series depicting the odyssey of my patient, beautiful and talented wife, Mrs. John Wright, her travails in finding an editor. Her first meeting with Jim Frenkel is mentioned, as well as the mystery of the Manuscript in the Carved Wooden Box. I make a guest appearance as someone who refuses to sleep any more on the floor forever.

My comment: the mystery of the Manuscript in the Carved Wooden Box always amuses me, because it confirms something I have always said about would-be writers. The serious ones find a current copy of Writer’s Market, read the editor’s guidelines and follow them.

The ones who are not serious had better be friends with the elfs, because if they are published, it will be due to the grace of your fairy godmother, and not the sweat and tears that mingle in the inkwell of a hard-working wordsmith.

Mrs. Wright writes under her maiden name L. Jagi Lamplighter. Her first book is out in stores now, called PROSPERO LOST, sort of a Roger Zelazny meets Shakespeare’s TEMPEST at Santa’s Castle kind of tale, with evil magical dogs and gumshoes in fedoras.

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The Chicago Way

Posted August 11, 2009 By John C Wright

The White House is asking all right-thinking and loyal Americans to help compile a list of persons known or suspected to oppose the government take-over of our health care industry. Here is the exact wording:

There is a lot of disinformation about health insurance reform out there, spanning from control of personal finances to end of life care. These rumors often travel just below the surface via chain emails or through casual conversation. Since we can’t keep track of all of them here at the White House, we’re asking for your help. If you get an email or see something on the web about health insurance reform that seems fishy, send it to flag@whitehouse.gov.
My comment:
 
COMMENT ADDED LATER:
I deleted a comment from a reader on the grounds of ad hominem, but I deleted it reluctantly, because the main point of the comment was valid. In the interest of fairness, however, allow me to mention this main point: namely, that the White House is engaged, not in compiling a list of dissenters, but a list of rumors, since without such a list they cannot answer effectively. In this Internet age when rumors spread so quickly, there is no other effective means to address false rumors. Tony Blair in Britain used a similar means to answer rapidly-running falsehoods during one of his campaigns, and it would be imprudent for the Obama Administration not to do likewise. To attribute some sinister or diabolic motive to the Administration if all they are doing is rumor control is foolish.
 
Such, at least, is my recollection of the point of the comment, stripped of its ad hominem. I invited the original poster to resubmit it, but he declined my offer. 

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How do you pronounce your wife’s name?

Posted August 10, 2009 By John C Wright

My wife is the beautiful and talented Mrs. Wright, who writes under her maiden name L. Jagi Lamplighter.

It is one of those rare names, like Galad Elflandsson or Morgan Llywelyn, that seem particularly designed to be the name of a fantasy writer.

But I am often asked, how is the middle name, "Jagi" pronounced? Is it "JA-gai" or "jay-GEE" "Ya-gee" or "Jay-jee" or "Yuu-dshee" or "Za-zee" or how?

As her husband, I can answer that question.

Her middle name is pronounced "!Kthoo-llrh-Uu-www" (accent on the !kth), as four syllables (five if you have a southern accent) with a fricative glottal stop click, followed by a subsonic echolocation whistle. The "th" here is a soft th as in "father’s feather" rather than the hard th as in "these clothes". The "J" is an aspirated Samian letter, pronounced like the z as in "azure" and not like the hard "J" in "jellicose." If you are pronouncing the name correctly, first, it will sound like it rhymes with "Rybczynski" and second, all the whippoorwills in earshot will panic and take wing.

The children and I have undergone the proper vocal surgery to pronounce it correctly: the work as done by Dr. Whateley of Miskatonic University.

The name Jagi is actually Etruscan/Latverian, and refers to a type of Slavic mischievous oak-tree dryad from sub-Ukrainian mythology.

The last name “Lamplighter” of course was assigned to her by her “handler” in Section S, the Unusual Events and Persons Division of NASA’s counterintelligence branch, (originally started as Air Force project Blue Book). A “lamplighter” is spook industry slang for a surveillance officer that welcomes incoming defectors. In her case, considering her background, they are not really defectors, but “Roswells”.

The “family” agreed to let her write up some of the events in her life, and those of her team mates, those few that survived, provided she changed the names and sold it as fiction. Except Prospero, of course. No point in changing his name, since he had already been “outed” by Shakespeare, back when Shakespeare was working as the apprentice of John Dee, Queen Elizabeth’s archimage.

In case you are curious, the “L” in front of her name is the Latin abbreviation for “fifty.” This refers to her rank in the Inner Circle of Ascended Masters of the First Church of Christ, Superscientist, in Boston. The Christian Superscientists are a small offshoot of the Christian Scientists, but ones who unwisely decided to tamper with nature, and use the discoveries of Mary Baker Eddy to unlock the secrets of controlled psycho-atomic transubstantiation. This denomination was founded by Nicolai Tesla in 1899, and then again, after his horrifying time-travel accident, in 1499.

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Message to the Unknown Fan

Posted August 10, 2009 By John C Wright

I was at World Con this weekend, and there was a lady who come up to me with a bag of books on Sunday, asking me for a signature. She said she had been trying to catch up with me the whole con. Unfortunately, I was about to begin a panel were I was speaking, and I dared not be rude to the paying customer seated for the panel, so I begged the lady to wait until the panel was done, when I would be more than happy to sign, and she was kind enough to agree.

I really wanted to sing whatever this fan asked, because she had at least ten of my books in her bag, which is more than my own mother bought.

Unbeknownst to me, this was scheduled as a ninety-minute panel — which is something I had never encountered before at any convention. So I thought the panel would last until 4:30, at which time I had to leave to catch a plane back to the states. I thought I was asking her to come back at 4:30 — but what I said was “when the panel is done”. The moderator of the panel actually adjourned at 4:30 so that I (and the only other speaker there) could catch our flights.

So, if she returned at 5:00 for my autograph, not only would she find me gone, but the room would be empty. There was no place for me to leave a note, no way I could think of to contact her, and no way I could wait, because I had to catch a plane.

I am sure this lady, wherever she is in the world, now thinks I am a grade-A prime stinker who snubbed her and walked out without a thought — but I have no way of finding and telling her that evil circumstances, and a lack of forethought on my part, conspired to part us.

I really wanted to sign those books, too. You don’t know what a pleasure it is to know that someone has read a story of yours and liked it. Gratitude and humility are the only proper response.

To my unknown friend, wherever you are, I have no way to reach you to tell you I am sorry. If you ever read these words, and can ask of me what I can do to make amends, please tell me.

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The Odyssey of Writing PROSPERO LOST

Posted August 5, 2009 By John C Wright

My adorable and talented wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, has published to her website an account of the trials and tribulations she suffered with the patience of Job in order to get her novel published. As a public service to all would-be young writers out there, she tells of what, if her experience is typical, one might expect.

Here is a link to Part One.
http://arhyalon.livejournal.com/75048.html

I am not sure in what part of her history, we come to the scene where she is sitting in the ashes, scraping at her boils with a potsherd, while I am telling her to curse the Publisher and die, when the Publisher speaks to her out of the whirlwind and tells her to contemplate the hippopotamus. "Declare! If you have understanding–gird up your loins and answer! Where were you when I set the foundations of the Flatiron Building, and established the publishing house? Or who hath measured the distance from my fourteenth floor office to the street? Where you when all the Sons of our Stockholders sand aloud for joy? Can you bind up Harlan Elison in a swaddling band? Can you draw him up with a hook, yea, with a hook through his cheek, or make him to sing like a bird? His scales are tightly fitted, and he esteemeth javelins as straw! He maketh the sea to bubble like a pot of ointment, and a shining trails in the water as he passeth! Can you make him to publish DANGEROUS VISIONS THREE? Harlan is the king of all the children of pride!"

Ah, it is a great scene. I hope she gets around to writing about that one, too.

In the meanwhile, please visit her page and leave a kind comment. Leave all unkind comments here, where I can deal with them.

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World Con! WORLD CON!!

Posted August 5, 2009 By John C Wright

Personal Appearance! John C. Wright will be attending Anticipation, the 67th World Science Fiction Convention, in Montréal, Québec. Thursday 6 August – Sunday 9 August, 2009. See you there! (The con itself goes to Monday, but I will be departing Sunday).

My beautiful and talented wife and helpmeet, Mrs. John C. Wright (who writes under her maiden name L. Jagi Lamplighter) — soon to ecclipse me in fame as Mary Shelly surpassed Percy B. Shelly — will also be there, celebrating the publication of her first novel, PROSPERO’S CHILDREN.

This will be the first time I will be going to a World Science Fiction convention, so I expect it will be alot like Ravencon, held in Hunt Valley, except with thousands of people rather than dozens.

You will recognize me instantly. Unlike most science fiction authors, I am overweight, bearded and weird-looking. Or …. actually … come to think on it…that is not a very distinctive feature in that environment. On second thought, look for a guy standing next to an attractive raven-haired women.

She will be carrying a book with this picture on the cover:

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24 hour TV supervision — Going to Bed on Time

Posted August 3, 2009 By John C Wright

http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/115736/Sin-bins-for-worst-families

The Children’s Secretary set out £400million plans toput 20,000 problem families under 24-hour CCTV super-vision in their own homes.

They will be monitored to ensure that children attend school, go to bed on time and eat proper meals.

Private security guards will also be sent round to carry out home checks, while parents will be given help to combat drug and alcohol addiction.

Her Majesty’s Government is also a fan of SF!  By which I mean that the UK is following the ideas put forth in science fiction stories such as NINETEEN EIGHTY FOUR by Orwell, or the HUMANOIDS of Jack Williamson .

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News from the Dying Earth

Posted August 3, 2009 By John C Wright

Sales have been going well for Songs of the Dying Earth. I cannot say I am surprised, the editors (George R R Martin of GAMES OF THRONES fame and Garder Dozois of ISAAC ASIMOV fame) managed to get the most legendary living figures in the fantasy field to contribute, including such luminaries as Tanith Lee, Neal Gaiman, Kage Baker, Glen Cook, Dan Simmons, George R.R. Martin, Tad Williams, Robert Silverberg, and yours truly.

The editors sent me an update, which I pass along to you: 

Subterranean Press has announced that SONGS OF THE DYING EARTH is now sold out in all three versions (trade hc, numbered, lettered).

The limited editions will be shipping as soon as the slipcases are done.

Next up will be the British edition from HarperCollins Voyager in the UK, scheduled for release in October.

The Tor edition will be along in about a year.

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Pornography, Nihilism, Flappancy and Parochialism.

Posted August 2, 2009 By John C Wright
An essay by David Warren entitled The Killing Fields. It discusses the work of a sociologist named Masaryk, whose work, while being properly scientifically verifiable, does not please the somewhat unscientific idolaters of Science, and lies supine in obscurity.
It was Masaryk’s thesis that suicide rates, already at historical highs, and climbing, in the more industrially advanced parts of Europe by the 1880s, would continue to rise through the decades ahead, with decreasing religiosity and increasing modernization. He predicted that this trend would spread to regions yet untouched, as the symptoms of modernity reached them.
This was not so much a question of religious denomination, as of religious practice. There would be a rough, inverse correlation between church attendance and the suicide rate. Later statistical studies have borne this out, and Masaryk thus stands among the few sociologists whose work retains any empirical value.
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Masaryk’s book is much deeper and more comprehensive than Le suicide (1897), by Emile Durkheim — still presented as the standard classic on its subject to sociology majors, who will never hear of Masaryk. This is partly because of Masaryk’s "unmodern" audacity, in showing that the phenomena of suicide are moral and religious, as opposed to natural.
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The many symptoms of civilizational decay that lay partly concealed beneath the surface of society only recently came into full view, in the open pornography, the open nihilism, the despairing flippancy, visible throughout our contemporary public life. But the pond was long draining, and it is only now we see fish flopping in the mud.
Euthanasia is the final "life issue," the clincher for what the last pope called "the culture of death." Even when legalizing abortion, we agreed only to the slaughter of human beings we could not see. It was still possible to look away, to pretend we were not killing "real people," only "potential people." But when we embrace so-called "mercy killing," we embrace slaughter not only for the sick and old, but ultimately, the "option" of easy suicide for ourselves. It will be hard to go lower.

Read the whole thing here.

My comment: Mr. Warren mentions open pornography, the open nihilism, despairing flippancy, but he does not mention the parochialism of the modern age; the pride; the blinding, headsplitting arrogance of those that think all that came before them was rubbish, and that the modern sins, no matter what they are, are signs of progress and greatness. I submit this is also a sign of social corruption, since it is the primary sign of the lack of a corrective social mechanism: when the minds of men are so blind that they cannot even imagine a different or a better world, and so amnesiac that they cannot remember legacies lost, the ability to correct current errors is lost. Men born and raised on the dole (for example) cannot fight for independence, because they cannot envision it, not as a possibility, not even as a thought-experiment.

It is ghastly to come across evidence of this narrowness of outlook in my own field: the one reason why science fiction can claim that it merits more than to be dismissed as juvenile wish-fulfillment, pulp fiction, and rubbish, is that it is imaginative. Science fiction peers across the crenelations of time, if only with the mind’s eye, and sees what the world looks like from another viewpoint.

But alas, even while they are congratulating themselves on their broadmindedness, a generation cut off from the past, the generation for whom it is always Year Zero, the year of the revolution, pictures only those futures that reflect their present political concerns and political correctnesses, as if the latest fad were eternal writ.

I remember a story of mine set half a million years in the future being criticized on the grounds that it displayed insufficient sensitivity toward environmental issues.

I remember a role-playing game set alone the time-road from Roger Zelazny’s under-appreciated ROADMARKS. The moderator there introduced a character from an alternate time-branch of World War Two, and the player-characters saw a Negro officer in an SS Uniform. The master race was not the Aryans in that time-branch, you see. Well, one of the players asked in astonishment, “You mean the SS Officer is an African-American?” The moderator sardonically replied, “Well, no; obviously he is German.”

The player asking the question did not even realize he was speaking in jargon. He had never heard honest language in his life: he had only heard Newspeak, the special non-language of word-noises and nonsense-phrases chosen and used by those who think language is a tool of social engineering, not something with an innate integrity or worth.

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Free Fiction: ON THE PEOPLE’S BUSINESS

Posted July 30, 2009 By John C Wright

A short piece, not really science fiction, that I doubt I can sell. Here it is for your reading entertainment:

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ON THE PEOPLE’S BUSINESS by John C. Wright

I was passing through one of the poorer sections of the country, going toward the capital.

Travel was difficult. There was occasional rail service, and overloaded trains (their roofs overhung dangerously with half-naked children, calm-faced mothers bent beneath drooping bundles) clattered their smoky way through narrow cuts and under stunted bridges—but no buses were running. To go from one tattered train station to another, one walked or hitch-hiked. Despite the recent violence here, people with cars (Europeans, shop owners, or Party Members) nearly always stopped, and nearly always made a detour if you were in need.

A man who owned a laundry drove me all the way to the train station, rushing with mad haste across rutted and potholed roads, chatting and laughing the whole time. In return I paid the overweight guards at the checkpoints their bribes. I gave him my bottle of aspirin for his sick wife: he seemed to think all Europeans were doctors. Despite the desperate poverty of the land, the people seemed cheerful, full of life. To my human eyes, there was nothing to condemn. I spent the first three day in his company. Like someone in a bad sitcom, I was always making oblique comments to the people around me to make sure they could see my traveling companion before I introduced him.

I first noticed the angel across the platform when I went in to buy my ticket. Admittedly, the sight made me nervous. I nonchalantly tried to keep him in view, and I even bought a newspaper so I could hide my face while staring, just like a spy in a bad sitcom. I relaxed a bit when I realized other people could see him, too, but I wondered at their fearlessness.

The angel was traveling incognito, which is to say, he seemed to have flesh and blood and to occupy space and time. He had no wings, or else he kept them folded, and wore no crown of light. I saw him buy a Pepsi form a vendor and drink it. He also went into the men’s room at the station house, I assume for the ordinary reasons.

I pushed myself in front of uncomplaining natives into the waiting line, so that I could look over his shoulder when he bought his ticket. It cost more than I could spare, but we ended up in the same coach.

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Wright’s Writing Corner

Posted July 29, 2009 By John C Wright

Another entry in the ever-popular weekly column of writing advice over at the Visions of Arhyelon website: http://arhyalon.livejournal.com/Please visit and leave a comment.

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Prospero Lost wins star from Publisher’s Weekly

Posted July 29, 2009 By John C Wright
The beautiful and talented Mrs. John Wright (I allow her to write under her maiden name, provided she uses the typewriter in the kitchen, and she is barefoot and pregnant while she writes) has just gotten a starred review from Publisher’s Weekly.

For those of you who are not starving and aspiring writers, Publisher’s Weekly is prestigous–the kind of thing Librarian read when decided what books to order for a library–and a starred review is awarded only to books of particular merit. I give the review here in full

*Prospero Lost L. Jagi Lamplighter. Tor, $24.95 (320p) ISBN 978-0-7653-1929-6

Lamplighter’s powerful debut draws inspiration from Shakespeare and world mythology, infused with humor and pure imagination. Four centuries after the events of The Tempest, Prospero’s daughter Miranda runs Prospero Inc., a company with immense influence in the supernatural world. When she discovers a mysterious warning from her father, who has gone missing, Miranda sets forth accompanied by Mab, an Aerie Spirit manifested as a hard-boiled PI, to warn her far-flung, enigmatic siblings that the mysterious Shadowed Ones plan to steal their staffs of power. Every encounter brings new questions, new problems and a greater sense of what’s at stake. Featuring glimpses into a rich and wondrous world of the unseen, this is no ordinary urban fantasy, but a treasure trove of nifty ideas and intriguing revelations. A cliffhanger ending will leave readers panting for sequels. (Sept.)

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We Are All Terri Schiavo, and O-care is Our Husband

Posted July 28, 2009 By John C Wright

Do you remember the provisions of the Health Care Reform Bill presently before Congress? No? You have not read it? Well, neither have your representatives.

I have heard it contains a provision that when a patient is nearing the end of his life, a government-appointed doctor can write his living will for him, and make his end-of-life decisions, especially if prolonging his life will cost the government more money than human life is worth, roughly 20,000 dollars per six months of life.

I cannot quote the specific section of the bill, because the provisions seem not to have been released for public comment.

Those of you who recall Mr. Obama’s public promise to have bills posted on the Internet for five days of public comment, or who recall his remarks in 2004 criticizing the Bush Administration for rushing bills through Congress without allowing debate or discussion, will note the failure of the promise, and the double-standard of the criticism.

Health care reform, the way the bill currently reads, means Big Brother will decide when Grammy must die, not her, not you, not her doctor.

I am glad the current administration are science fiction fans: apparently they liked Nineteen Eighty-Four, Brave New World, Soylent Green, Atlas Shrugged, and Logan’s Run, and decided to implement similar policies.

Write your Congressman.

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