Robots Rescued

You’ve probably already seen this on Twitter, but Angry Robot announced today that they have been bought out by an American entrepreneur (and science fiction fan) who is setting up a new publishing company. It all sounds very promising. Obviously I’m delighted that the likes of Kameron Hurley and Madeline Ashby will now get their contracts fulfilled, but also I have known Marc Gascoigne for longer than anyone in the business except Kim Newman, and I am very, very happy that he and his staff still have jobs.

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Margaret Atwood in Bath

This evening I attended an event in Bath organized by Toppings. It was a reading by Margaret Atwood who is on tour promoting the paperback release of Madaddam and her new short story collection, The Stone Mattress.

Atwood began by reading from one of the stories in The Stone Mattress, which was hilarious. She said later on Twitter that she’d not read from that story before. If you go to one of her future events, ask her to read from it again.

The bits she read from Madaddam all involved Toby trying to communicate with the Crakers. Well, the Crakers might have rabbit genes, but I have cat genes and I’m always tempted to swat them about a bit. If the Crakers are the future of monkey-kind, I suspect I shall have no qualms about eating them.

Then again, they are very funny.

I had a brief chat with Atwood about the Cheltenham dystopias panel while I was getting my books signed. As it happens, she has an essay in In Other Worlds on the subject of utopian and dystopian fiction, which I had already read, so that’s her input to the panel sorted. (She is in Cheltenham on Saturday, but only very briefly for her own appearance.)

On learning that I blogged about books, Atwood recommend that I read Chuck Wendig (who of course I know of) and Titou Le Coq (who appears to blog only in French, but I can make an effort at understanding that).

If you happen to be reading this, Margaret, I recommend that you try Kameron Hurley, Aliette de Bodard, N.K. Jemisin and Madeline Ashby.

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Get Your Tentacles Ready, Ladies

She Walks in Shadows, the all-woman Lovecraft anthology that crowdfunded successfully earlier this year, will have an open submissions period in November. Story length is up to 4,000 words with a pay rate of 6 cents (CA$) a word. For further details, see here.

Given that I have what I think is a good idea for this book, I had better get on and write the story. (And yes, the submission guidelines do say that trans women are welcome.)

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Brighton*Transformed Published

One of the things I had to miss this week was the launch of Brighton*Transformed, the history of trans people in the city that was produced by many of the same people that are behind Trans Pride. The book is now available, and my copy is on order. Here’s some blurb:

Trans identities are often neglected, re-written or even erased from formal histories. Brighton Trans*formed features, in their own words, the rich variety of Trans lives in Brighton & Hove today; it preserves previously untold stories for future generations, and is a much-needed exploration into the diversity of gender expression within the city.

You can learn more about the book, and order it, here.

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New Gwyneth Jones Novel

How did I not know about this? Worse still, how has it been allowed to happen?

Anyway, Gwyneth Jones has a new novel out. It is book 6 in the Bold as Love series, and it is called The Grasshopper’s Child. It appears from the Amazon page that Gwyneth has self-published it, I’m guessing because no one would publish it for her. If so that’s a dreadful state of affairs.

Anyway, sometimes you have to buy things from the piranhas because that’s the only way you can get them. So I did. You should too.

And talking of buying things from the piranhas, Gail Simone’s run on Batgirl is currently on sale at Comixology. If you don’t have them already, go get them now while they are 99c an issue.

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Me at Cheltenham

This year’s Cheltenham Festival of Literature begins on October 3rd, and I’m delighted to announce that I will be appearing there this year on Saturday 4th. No, it is nothing to do with Wizard’s Tower, and not directly to do with my story in The Girl at the End of the World. What I’m doing is chairing a science fiction panel discussion. Here’s the blurb:

Welcome to the world of the dystopia: of government and society gone nightmarishly wrong. From 1984 to The Handmaid’s Tale, this image has been a gripping cautionary force. Ken MacLeod (Descent), author Chris Priest (Adjacent) and Jane Rogers (The Testament of Jessie Lamb) join chair Cheryl Morgan to explore fiction’s greatest nightmare visions and their enduring appeal.

Needless to say, I am very much looking forward to this. I see that Margaret Atwood is doing an event earlier in the day and I hope she’ll pop along too. It would be great to have her in the audience. Francis Spufford may be around too, as he’s doing a panel on the future of Christianity. Sadly it is sold out already, because I would have liked to go to it.

If any of you happen to be in Cheltenham on that day, I’d love to see you there too.

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Tricia Sullivan at BristolCon

For the benefit of those of you who do not keep an eye on the BristolCon website, I direct you to the fact that we’ll be doing it bit of local outreach this year. On the Friday evening before the convention we have a book launch taking place at Foyles. It is for Tricia Sullivan’s YA novel, Shadowboxer. Details here. If you are one of those people who comes to BristolCon on the Friday afternoon, or one of those people in Bristol who would not be seen dead at a science fiction convention, please do try to make it to Foyles. The event is free to attend, and you don’t need a BristolCon membership. Foyles is only around 10 minutes walk from the hotel.

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Today on Ujima – Ann Leckie, Art, Massage & Trauma

Well, that was… not up to my usual standard.

I’ve been getting very little sleep of late, and you need to have your wits about you to host a radio show. Even with the Ann Leckie interview being a pre-record, I managed to stuff up somewhat. I couldn’t even do basic arithmetic. Thankfully I have a bunch of great songs on hand for when I do mess up and need something to get me out of a jam. Also Valentin, my engineer, was heroic. Paulette and Frances provided valuable support, and our studio guests were wonderful.

Anyway, first up was my interview with Ann Leckie, recorded at Worldcon the day after she won the Hugo. Sadly it does not contain the conversation we had later about how to film Ancillary Justice and keep that sense of unease that the use of “she” creates in the reader. I do want to see that happen.

After Ann I talked to Suzie Rajah about Art on the Hill, one of the many fine local arts trails that happens each year in Bristol. Thankfully Suzie needed very little prompting from me.

You can listen to the first hour of the show here.

For the second hour Paulette joined me to interview two ladies: Nealey Conquest of Community Conscious, and Judy Ryde of Trauma Foundation South West. Nealey is a holistic massage practitioner, while Judy runs a charity that helps people who have suffered extreme trauma, such as refugees fleeing war zones.

You can listen to hour two here.

The playlist for today’s show was:

  • Just Like a Woman – Bob Dylan
  • Another Girl, Another Planet – The Only Ones
  • Electric Avenue – Eddy Grant
  • Running up That Hill – Kate Bush
  • Vincent – Don McLean
  • If I Can Help Somebody – Mahalia Jackson *
  • I Can make You Feel Good – Shalamar
  • Midas Touch – Midnight Star
  • Everybody Hurts – REM

* This is one of the songs that my mum asked to be played at her funeral. It was also a favorite of Dr. Martin Luther King. Mahalia Jackson is probably the finest gospel singer ever.

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A Well Desereved Award

In today’s email was the happy news that this year’s Burbank International Film Festival has given the prize for Best Feature Documentary to Better Things: The Choices of Jeffrey Catherine Jones. I blogged about the film here and here. Thanks to the crowdfunding campaign, I have a DVD of the film, and I am not in the least bit surprised that it is winning prizes. Maria Paz Cabardo has made a brilliant film about a great artist, and a brilliant film about a trans person. You can buy the DVD here.

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Back to the Well

This afternoon I decided to take the car out for a run. After all, I have it for a week. I might as well make use of it. Inevitably, I went down to Glastonbury, because what’s a neo-pagan girl to do when she’s in need of spiritual renewal? As it turned out, I did more communing with Liz Williams than communing with the spirit world. However, someone must have noticed, because when I asked Liz for books on a particular subject it turned out that she had just what I needed for a story I am writing.

One of the sacred pigeons pooped on the bonnet of my car. You kind of expect that. It is payment.

Along the way I noticed that south of Frome there is a place called Marston Bigot. Really, there is. Google it. It is even in the Domesday Book. So I wondered, is that where that Daily Malice woman lives?

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Last Week on Ujima – Amy Morse, Glenda Larke, Bicycles, Art

I did manage to get a radio show done last week. Despite everything, I think I did OK. Here’s what went down.

In the first half hour I welcomed local author, Amy Morse. We had a lovely chat about starting to build a writing career, social media, crowdfunding and all that stuff that many of you will be familiar with.

That was followed by the second of the interviews I recorded at Worldcon. This was with Glenda Larke. We talked quite a lot about living in Malaysia and Tunisia, and how this has influenced Glenda’s writing.

You can listen to the first hour here.

The second hour began with a discussion of cycling in Bristol. It featured Celia Davis from the city council, and our front of house manager, Frances, who does actually cycle. You know me: if I have a bike I want it to have a motor.

Finally we had a lovely bunch of people in from the Bristol Biennial arts festival, which was running all over the city last week. I wish I had been able to go to see some of the installations and performances.

You can listen to the second hour here.

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No Sign Of Normality

As per my last post, my mum died last Friday. It was, apparently, very peaceful. Cancer is an evil thing, and when it becomes terminal no one should have to suffer it for long.

When you are next of kin, however, death is by no means the end of the process. There is no end of bureaucracy to deal with. Consequently posts are likely to be few and far between for some time yet. Thankfully my clients are being very patient, as are Wizard’s Tower’s authors. I know I owe people email. Sorry.

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Gwen: 1930-2014

My mum, girl scientist.

(Photo from the early 1950s, I think.)

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A Very Long Day

Yesterday I was up and dressed around 7:00am (which for me is the middle of the night) because I can never be sure when the carers will turn up. Most of the rest of the day was spent dealing with medical visitors of one sort or another, or on errands to do with patient care, or being on the phone to various medical people. The nature of the discussions gradually escalated through the day, culminating in a decision to take my mother into hospital that evening. I finally got home at around midnight.

The good news is that Mum will be far better cared for in hospital than she will be at home. There’s no way, even with the three carer visits and one nurse visit a day we were getting, that we can provide the same level of care that 24-hour nurse support can give. When you are very ill, the slightest thing can knock you down, and you need help to get back up again.

On the downside, my days from now on are going to revolve around visiting a hospital in another town. The train station locations are not convenient at either end, and while there is a bus I travel very badly on such things and will happily walk miles to and from train stations to avoid using them. The best solution is to hire a car, and the weekly hire rates don’t seem too bad. Longer term I need to buy one, and with Kevin’s help I’ve just extracted a large portion of my savings from the USA and can start looking for something second hand. I have an awful feeling I’ll need to get used to driving a manual again.

As yet I have no idea what this is going to do to my available time. It is likely that the hospital will want Mum home again as soon as possible, but how many days that means I do not know.

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Time Out Of Mind – Episode 4: Anne McCaffrey

Here is the fourth episode of Time Out of Mind. It features Anne McCaffrey. The fifth and final episode, shot at the 1979 Worldcon, has already been uploaded to YouTube by someone else and can be found here.

Aside from the small amount of copyright material in the John Brunner episode, everything appears to have gone up OK. Fingers crossed it will stay there. Of course I hope that the BBC still have the original files somewhere, and will one day produce decent quality versions of the series for sale, but for now I hope you have enjoyed what we have got. Thanks again to Arnold Aiken for sending me the recordings.

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Ridding the World of Girl Cooties #BalanceTheBooks

I have said many times that the only way to put an end to the under-appreciation of female writers is to start in school. If children are brought up to believe that only male writers are important, and in particular that boys do not need to read books by women, they will take those attitudes into adulthood where they are much harder to shake off.

My friends at For Books Sake have been taking a look at gender representation in English Literature examinations in the UK. They found to their horror that the syllabus is becoming more male dominated (and more white) rather than less. As the politicians are fond of saying, something must be done.

To read more about the issue, go here. And for information about how you can help the #BalanceTheBooks go here.

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Graham Joyce, R.I.P.

When you are nursing someone who has cancer one of the last things you want to hear is that a good friend of yours has just succumbed to the disease. I did dedicate this week’s Women’s Outlook show to Graham, but I feel like I should say more. So I am going to re-post a review from Emerald City (#113, January 2005) of the fabulous (and deeply feminist) The Limits of Enchantment. That’s partly because it is a great book, and partly because much of the subject matter is very appropriate for me right now.

The new Graham Joyce novel, The Limits of Enchantment, is to some extent a follow-on from The Facts of Life. In that book there is mention of how, in the middle of the 20th Century, professional midwives with years of experience but no professional qualifications were being hounded out of work by the new, official, government health service. In modern, technological Britain, old witch women were no longer to be allowed to practice their arts. Especially when those arts also included abortion advice. It was, after all, well known that young women who became pregnant outside wedlock were mentally disturbed and should be put in asylums, not given abortions.

So, enter old Mammy Cullen, resident wise woman of a small village near Leicester. Mammy has successfully delivered well over 100 babies, including some that looked quite dead on their arrival into this world. The women of the village mostly think she is wonderful. The men regard her with some suspicion but are cautious because it is known that whenever a girl comes to Mammy to get an abortion part of the price is the name of the man responsible. Mammy can’t write, but she has a very good memory.

The local authorities have already outlawed amateur midwifery. If Mammy is caught helping deliver a baby then she can be put in jail. But she doesn’t mind over much. She is old, and will doubtless not be long for this world. It is her adopted daughter, Fern, that is the problem. Fern certainly has the talent to be a good midwife. She has assisted at many births. And she has Sight. But she doesn’t altogether believe in the Old Ways. Her main interest in the Moon is that President Kennedy said he was going to send men there, not in its magical powers. Ah well, at least she isn’t going stupid over mop-topped pop stars and wearing mini skirts like the rest of the village girls.

I stared hard at these words on my notepad and I couldn’t see any extra value in them. Any at all. Vertex presentation? We say: head first. I counted the syllables. That’s three times as long to say the same thing. Why had I come to college to learn words that added no more than a lot of extra noise to the sum of my knowledge?

Unfortunately Mammy waits too long. An unfortunate incident in the village leaves her in hospital, an institution dominated by her enemies: doctors and freemasons. It is a prison from which Mammy will not escape. Fern is left to cope on her own. Her only allies are her worldly friend, Judith, the hippies who live on the farm up the road, and a village lad called Arthur whose main interest in Fern appears to be getting her into bed.

Compared to The Facts of Life, The Limits of Enchantment is a much less edgy book. It is hard to beat the Second World War for dramatic horror. But The Limits of Enchantment is rather more angry. There are times which it descends into situation comedy, which is very British of it, but for much of its length it rails against the injustice imposed on well-meaning, ordinary people by those in authority: the nobility, the medical establishment, social workers, the police and so on. In many ways it is a book that is just as applicable today, except you could use gays instead of independent women and Blacks or Muslims in place of pagans and hippies.

The hare told me that we had moved into the time of Man and that was not a good thing, even for men and women. It complained bitterly of the leverets killed in the blades of combine harvesters. It asked me if I knew how many combine harvesters there were in the country, and when I shook my head it specified an exact figure. The corn bleeds, it said pointedly, we bleed.

Gollancz clearly think a lot of this book. My review copy has the now famous Isabelle Allende blurb for The Facts of Life on the cover. On the back cover it proudly says, “The Limits of Enchantment will be submitted for the Booker Prize.” And you know I think it might get somewhere. To start with Graham Joyce is a wonderful author and this is a very readable and entertaining book. Also it doesn’t read like a fantasy. Most of the “magic” that happens can be rationalized if you work hard enough at it and are pig-headed enough to not want any of it to be “true”.

But it is fantasy nonetheless. Like The Lord of the Rings it is an elegy for a lost time in which life was simpler and closer to nature than it is now. Unlike The Lord of the Rings, Joyce accepts that time moves on, and that magic can be found in other ways and in other places. Fern does not fade and go into the West. She picks herself up, adapts, and gets on with doing what needs to be done. In her own way she will become part of the nascent Feminist movement. And when she is old like Mammy she will doubtless shake her head at Grrl Power and wonder what the youth of today is coming to. But along the way the Moon will have traveled with her, for all that it has been trampled on by male feet. And while much of the Green and Pleasant Land has been overrun by the pressures of over-population, there are still places where the hares box in the dawn light of March. The Goddess is not dead yet, and Graham Joyce is doing his bit to keep Her memory alive.

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C’est La Fin Du Monde!

Via the Forbidden Planet International blog I have discovered that there will soon be English translations of Atomas, a French superhero comic from the 1940s. Based on the few sample pages they posted, it looks fabulous. The plot is suitably cheesy in that 1940s way, and the art is magnificent.

Atomas page 1

To see more, go here.

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Silence On The Personal Front

There’s a lot that I could be writing about what I’m going through right now. Mostly, however, I’m choosing to remain silent. Partly that’s out of consideration for other family members, but to a large part it is because it is become clear just how poisonous the culture around health care is these days. It is no longer the case that everyone is doing as much as they can for the patient. For many, probably the majority, of health industry workers these days the top priority is avoiding getting the blame if anything goes wrong. Because I now have to live within this culture, I have to be very wary about what I say publicly, just in case it could be somehow twisted and used against my mother, or against me.

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Time Out of Mind – Episode 3: Michael Moorcock

Here’s the third episode in BBC2′s 1979 series, Time Out of Mind. It features Michael Moorcock, but comes with bonus appearances from M. John Harrison, Tom Disch and Fred Pohl. There are also some clips from a Jerry Cornelius film that You Tube has not (so far) objected to. Mike and Mike are their usual, uninhibited selves and do not shy away from slagging off those whose work and/or tastes they deem not up to scratch.

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