Genre Trouble: Diversity in Speculative Fiction

Six Sentence Sunday has brought me some marvelous colleagues from around the world. Check out my responses to the provocative questions posted by YA author J. M. Blackman on diversity in speculative fiction. This is one in a series called “Minority Report,” well worth a look from anyone interested in how to tell something other than the Usual Story.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 5 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

The next day, as he was leaving for school, mama told Max to invite one of his friends to their next Sunday dinner, as American families did on television.

Max thought about his friends: Thaddeus, with his loose curly Afro and his enameled nails and his eyeliner; Chloe with her dreadlocks and her pierced eyebrow; Peter and Francis, who were respectable and buttoned-down but all too plainly a couple, and they did come as a pair, which he knew his father and brothers would definitely not approve. Then there was Alan, with whom he’d had a rather fraught romance. Alan was at least as respectable as Peter or Francis, who were both business students at the U and wore suits and ties to class, and Max was, well, Max, with blue hair and a second-hand green-and-gold kimono from Ragstock (a woman’s kimono, Alan told him somewhat sniffily). 

Erika was the most respectable of the lot. She was an aspiring civil engineer and she helped him with trigonometry. 

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Frantic update: Max and the Ghost, Team Human review, CONvergence roundup

I’ve been more than busy, with the horrible feeling of getting nothing done. Max and the Ghost has been in editing mode for almost a month now, and is now scheduled for release in mid-August. I’ll be featuring excerpts this month in Six Sentence Sunday. Next in line after that is Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues. After negotiation with the folks at Glass Knife Press, it’s looking like monthly releases for a while. Beginnings are strange and sticky things.

I did a second reading of Team Human, and learned a lot about the way I read. Pass one, I’m greedy for plot: what happens? what’s lurking behind that door? whodunit? Pass two, I read for relationships. Who are these people, and what are their history, and do I believe in them? The short of it is that on pass two, I’m in love. This book is the ultimate corrective to the befuddled fever-dream that is Twilight. The co-authors stand on opposite sides of the Vampire Question, which makes for an interesting tension in the story.  So: five stars out of five, and I’m deeply envious. I wrote Erika and the Vampire as straight horror, but now I’m envying the authors of Team Human their horror-comedy-angst chops, even as I recommend their brainchild to everybody I know.

CONvergence was loads of fun. High points included the Diversity in Steampunk panel as well as confirmation from the fight scenes panel that I’d gotten it right in my fight-scene-in-a-bog. I’m reading two writers I met at the con: Michael Merriam and Shannon Ryan. More on both of them in upcoming posts.

Beta work on Necromancer and Barbarian proceeds apace. Even as my readers ask me questions, react to language and imagery, and suggest edits, I’m falling in love all over again. This project is worth it: worth my betas’ time and energy, worth the effort of a full re-write, worth the expense of a professional editor and a professional copy-editor.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 29 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika’s own father had never been in the picture. She knew that Annabelle had looked down on her with a sort of pitying wonder until, when Annabelle turned eleven, her father walked out. Walked out, literally, got out of the car on the way back from a family vacation up north, and told Annabelle’s mother to drive on.

Erika had never forgiven Annabelle for her part in it. David had promised Annabelle that they would have lots of time together when he was free of the boredom that was her mother. 

Annabelle helped him keep his affair a secret. 

Six Sentence Sunday excerpts from Erika and the Vampire continue in the month of July. Look for more discussion and reviews of the New Vampire Story (the vampire genre post-Twilight).

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Summer NaNo: Excerpt (Leonie Hallward and the Secession of Greenwich Village)

Needless to say, I didn’t finish my Summer NaNo in June, due to the disruptions of preparing Erika and the Vampire for publication. The target was 50,000 words in thirty days; I managed about 16,500 words of Leonie Hallward and the Secession of Greenwich Village, and recently I’ve taken up the project again.

The framework is the thirty-day character questionnaire. Here’s an excerpt from Day 15: Your dreams, in great detail.

I dream now the map of the city. I dream the layers, years on years. On Fifth Avenue, the silence swallows me up; the carpets and the chandeliers conspire. Red velvet hangings, dark and heavy. I am lying in bed, falling asleep, and then I am in another place entirely, where the sea comes up to the terrace, sweeps over the marble balustrade. We sit at tea and it laps over our feet, light catching in the turquoise swells. The spray is thrown up, as lace and foam sift in a network on the uneasy surface. Waves look solid as glass but they constantly shift.

I dream a dark network of jewels, the lights of the city but reversed. I dream the lines of the city, old boundary lines and the place of trial where rebel slaves were burned alive. I dream that the stories are welling up in waves and lapping at my feet. Not yet drowning me. All the sea I never dreamed while at sea swells now around me, and the house, the great marble barge, begins to unmoor from shore and float away, bearing me and the rest of the party with it, unresisting. Unresisting because how can one resist the sea? King Canute had his try at that and it did not obey him.

The gulls circle above, flapping and crying out. I am dreaming the sea and half know it. The Inconnu stares down at me, a sneer marring his fresh faced features. No, it was for my uncle that he put on that angelic face, not for me. Like children who are little angels in front of the company, and then  pinch and bully the guest-children. Yes, that happened to me once or twice, and no, I did not care for it nor did I repeat it on my own ground.

I felt the temptation, though.

If one is cruel to people, how far might they retaliate when they have the chance? And it might fall on those innocent of the original crime.

Leonie is staying with the American millionaire who bought her uncle Basil’s best paintings. The Inconnu is the portrait of Dorian Gray, which her father has catalogued as Portrait d’un Inconnu (Portrait of an Unknown Man).

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Genre Trouble: Vampire Variations Challenge (more of Twilight and the New Vampire Story)

This past Friday, my buddy TruantPony and I hung out via GChat, talking about the monsters and the aliens, while doing 30-minute writing bouts on various projects. Like all writer-buddy conversations, it was tremendously fruitful. Bouncing ideas off each other, we’re smarter than when we’re sitting alone at our desks. We were together on-line for something on the order of seven or eight hours, and both came away with many ideas for blog posts and stories.

Today’s post is all about the vampires and the zombies, and ends in a challenge.

As I read the news, it’s no coincidence to me that vampires and zombies are the monsters du jour. They are avatars of a soulless society based upon consumption, that moves forward by mindless shambling.

My buddy Truant said that she could relate to zombies because of all the brain-eating and shambling about that she’s personally witnessed. The contemporary notion of a zombie is something like a degenerated vampire. The replication method is similar: a contagious bite.

The real world correspondent is clear: both in small groups and in large organizations, stupid is contagious.

Vampires are about fear of death, I think, but the archetype recognizes that living forever you still can’t cheat the conservation laws. A vampire may persist, but it’s not exactly living.

The first Twilight book featured a teaser excerpt from the second book, in which Bella is freaking out about how she will age compared to perfect Edward. In that passage, Bella channels the American horror of female aging (or even maturation), as she obsesses about how she and Edward would look together, herself too old and him eternally seventeen.

I propose in opposition: the vampire’s girlfriend, refusing the undead life, might age and grow up and eventually become bored with him. A grown woman might find a seventeen-year-old fundamentally uninteresting.

I’m realizing now that I took on this territory in Necromancer and Barbarian. Elsa is 35, the revenant from the Iron Age is 17, but he’s no teenager. Nor is he a bloodless shadow in search of eternal life; he’s a sensualist who wants a second chance at living out his mortal span. Both of them, Elsa the daughter of Chernobyl downwinders and Little Bird/Heinrich the youthful sacrifice, are well aware of their mortality and use it as a spur to live as fully as possible.

Edward seems to be fixated at seventeen, the age when he was turned. In the story, he’s supposed to have been turned during the 1918 flu. so, yes, he’s over a hundred years old, but forever frozen in time, psychologically as well as physically. Edward’s vampire family moves from place to place, playing out the same stage of life until they can’t fake it in that place any more.

At one point in our conversation about this subject, TruantPony said, “I think your brain would still remember the taste of food, even if your body refused it and everything but blood turned to ashes in your mouth.”

Which sent a chill down my spine, even as it struck a minor chord with esthetic possibilities.

I replied, “I think that after a hundred years or so your human life would resemble a distantly recalled dream. Everyone you had known in that form would be dead.”

Out of this conversation came a whole collection of prompts: the actor’s Vampire Curse (remember Bela Lugosi, and I suspect Robert Pattinson fears something similar–to be type-cast forever in a single role); the fever-dream interpretation of Twilight, the aging girlfriend of the unchanging vampire, who gets bored and dumps him; body memories of food one can no longer process; vampire family dysfunction (the household bickering among a set of bloodsuckers who’ve known each other forever. TruantPony: “Who drank my O negative?!”); vampire reality TV.

So we’re doing it: the Vampire Variations, with humor, horror, and everything in between. Anybody want to join us? Write it and link to your story in the Comments below. Tell us which parts of the challenge you took up, and what special ingredients you threw into the soup in addition. If the story’s for sale, include links to your sales locale(s) so readers can view an excerpt and buy the story.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 22 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

The window was a one-way mirror; those outside could see in, but all Erika could see was darkness. At home, they kept the blinds drawn at this time of night. 

Outside that window was the back yard of the little house, and Gloria’s garden, an echo of her grandparents’ farm. Erika’s mother managed fine with a back porch and balcony garden, the plants tethered to stakes, the soil carefully manured in trays. Once upon a time, Erika’s mother’s people had been serfs bound to the red and black soils of the South. Once upon a time, time out of mind, they had been potters and metal-workers and craftspeople in the Mother Continent.

Six Sentence Sunday excerpts from Erika and the Vampire continue in the month of July. Look for more discussion and reviews of the New Vampire Story (the vampire genre post-Twilight).

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Genre Trouble: Show Me the Fangs (More on Twilight and the New Vampire Story)

I finished reading Team Human for the first time, and am wrapping back to start the second reading before I post a full review.

Writing buddy and faithful buddy TruantPony pointed out that the protagonists of both Team Human and Erika and the Vampire are non-White best-friends-of-girl-in-love-with-vampire. I thought about that one for a bit. Mel Duan (the protagonist of Team Human) is Chinese-American, specifically third-generation American-born Chinese, the lucky folks who get mistaken for Exotic Foreigners although they speak not one word of Cantonese or Mandarin or any other Chinese language. Erika is African-American, a great-grandchild of the Great Migration. Each in her way is a native outsider.

Mel is snarky, sarcastic, nosy: a wonderful Sherlock-Holmes-in-spite-of-herself, the kind of plot driver who makes things happen not by poking at UXBs a la Loki or Coyote, but by asking questions, which lead to action that raises yet more questions.

She lives in the town of New Whitby, Maine, where vampires settled in Puritan days. In the world of Team Human, vampires co-exist with humans and even enjoy a certain glam cachet (there are vampire groupies and vamposeurs). The voters of the state have passed a proposal setting the same penalties for murder of a vampire and murder of a human, All public buildings are required to have smoked-glass, UV-blocking windows, so that vampire citizens can go about daylight business in safety.

And the vampires of New Whitby go about their business like ordinary folk, except that they dress in hazmat suits to do so. Chapter one, “Two Girls and a Hazmat Suit” gives that strangest of rarities, a vampire who’s enrolled in high school, for reasons unknown… and Mel’s friend Cathy is immediately entranced by this blond vision, whose name is Francis Duvarney.

Yes, the authors of Team Human go there, repeatedly. They’ve borrowed Stephenie Meyers’ setup from Twilight, but in the spirit of everything vampire being fair game, we also have references to Dracula (New Whitby) and its predecessors (du Varney, from the 19th century Varney the Vampire). Not to mention the sacred texts of Dark Romanticism generally: Cathy, methinks, owes her given name to the anti-heroine of Wuthering Heights.

In the academy, they call this intertextuality. I call it rip-roaring fun.

One of the issues I have with Twilight is that it cheats on the scary side; both book and film turn wrap this terrifying creature in pink cotton-candy. Team Human doesn’t make the same mistake: in choosing the lore of the vampire mythos, the authors make the transformation from human to vampire truly risky. There are three possible outcomes: You die, you get turned into a rapidly-degenerating zombie, or you make the passage successfully. Team Human’s vampires live in an emotional shadow-land, incapable of laughter and bereft of the sharp sensual delights of humans. For one conspicuous example, vampires lose their taste for chocolate.

Yes, there are zombies too, and some of their horror potential is tapped here as well, to underline the notion that there are things worse than death.

Cathy falls in love with Francis, Mel remains skeptical, and their friend Anna has recently lost her father, a vampire psychiatrist, who has apparently run off with one of his undead patients.

One of the things that’s really masterful about this book is the way that it balances comedy against horror, and pulls off an ending with real feeling. For those who know all the texts being riffed on, there are the additional pleasures of allusion, but the story works beautifully without them, which is to say that it’s a great story.

Which brings me to the question of the fangs.

Since I undertook the project of learning about Twilight, its fandom, and things vampire, my artistic colleagues have undertaken to curate all sorts of goodies for me. One of them was the film Daybreakers [script here, for those not desiring to view horror-show gory bits]. Premise: suppose that vampirism were a plague or majority-population phenomenon.

Somebody on the writing/design team had an itchy trigger finger for pyrotechnics, because the vampires in this film burst into flame when the sun strikes them.

They also burst into flame when staked.

Oh yes, and if they go without blood, they develop a deficiency disease that turns them into inhuman, ravening, zomboid critters. (Just as in Team Human, another face of the fate worse than death.)

And the vampire world, which is to say the world as we know it, is running out of humans to farm. POV character is a vampire hematologist…

Now I will say that I’m not a fan of exploding heads, projectile vomiting, or buckets-o-blood dismemberings, so luckily my Film Curator warned me when these bits were coming, so I would have a prayer of judging the film as a story rather than a connected series of horror-show set pieces. I should add that the visual design of the film is awesome and the suspense fantastic.

But the key and the centerpiece: we are shown the fangs.

And then we have to deal with the fanged ones as characters and even feel sympathy for their dilemma.

I watched this film prior to the final hour of Twilight, and realized that Twilight cheats here: we never see Robert Pattinson or any of the other unnaturally good-looking vampires (even the coldly menacing villain) actually Show The Fangs. And I should add that Pattinson’s performance as Edward is brilliant, and truly shows to advantage in the mash-up Buffy vs. Edward. I hunted up interviews with him. Google “Robert Pattinson hates Twilight” though really that’s not a fair summary of the interviews, which mostly discuss his interpretation of the character of Edward, using (among other sources), Meyer’s POV-Edward novella Midnight Sun. The predator who snaps into focus when juxtaposed with no-nonsense, self-possessed Buffy is fact the actor’s intention.

For the record, I’d totally hire him for my vampire film. Though I wonder if he will suffer a Vampire Curse similar to the one that beleaguered poor Bela Lugosi … and methinks he wonders the same. (Which suggests a whole set of awesome story ideas.)

The thing I miss is seeing him with fangs. If anybody reading this can link me to photomanips of Edward-with-fangs, I would be eternally grateful.

Because really, that’s the test of the vampire: you see inhuman teeth in a human face, and that triggers atavistic gut-level terror. If you can humanize someone who’s just shown you that, you’re an  artist of high order.

The truth that flows like a subterranean river under the vampire trope is that we all have that piece inside, the spiritual singularity that sucks in energy and gives nothing back. We all are creatures of hunger, at bottom. In writing vampires, we project that piece onto a fictional creature, so that we may consider it from the outside. We never write monsters but we write our deepest selves, knowingly or not.

Another face—more than evident both in Stoker’s Dracula and in Daybreakers—is class and consumption. [Joke break: Q. Why are there so few working-class vampires? A. Because they’re all in management.] Daybreakers shows us a society careening toward endgame in an unsustainable cycle of consumption, and it ends in mid-air, gorgeously, with a question: even if there’s an out, would they take it?

I will add that the Hollywood-style casting (all-White, all-male for the foreground cast, with two token females, one a sacrifice and one a stereotypical eye-candy badass, and smaller African-American male parts who serve—spoiler here, not so much—as cannon fodder) adds an unintentional layer of political resonance: upper-middle class white- and male-dominated corporate culture is vampirism on the grand scale, with genocide both internal and external at its core. (One of the most sickening sequences shows the ‘rational disposal’ of the degenerated vampires… and from the very beginning, those zombie-bat-things are identified with the homeless and the ‘underclass’.)

Team Human is funny-into-bittersweet and Daybreakers is elegant B-movie horror, but they both observe the conservation laws of magic; they both succeed as vampire stories because they show us the fangs.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 15 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika didn’t bother saying that Annabelle always came crying to her afterward. She never said, “I told you so,” even though she had been right every time: about the sleazy older man who’d said he was a record company executive and could get her gigs if she gave him what he wanted; about the pair of brothers who ended up getting busted for drugs (and it was a near thing, Erika thought, that Annabelle hadn’t gotten arrested with them); about the innumerable piano- or guitar- or sax-playing players who’d told her lies and written songs for her. 

So they said, but Erika reflected with some cynicism that nothing was more recyclable than pop song lyrics, unless it was newspaper horoscopes. People looked for their own case in those vague words, and sure enough, found it. Whatever the hustle, Annabelle was the perfect mark. She was endlessly credulous, and stubborn in her delusion.

Six Sentence Sunday excerpts from Erika and the Vampire continue in the month of July. Look for more discussion and reviews of the New Vampire Story (the vampire genre post-Twilight).

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Six Sentence Sunday, 8 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika said in a low tone, “I think the wannabe vampires just cover for the real ones. Stupid to make yourself a target.”

Max nodded. “But the Shifters…”

“I’m not sure I ever met any Shifter.” Even in the lunchroom, especially in the lunchroom, they were whispering. 

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Six Sentence Sunday excerpts from Erika and the Vampire continue in the month of July. Look for more discussion and reviews of the New Vampire Story (the vampire genre post-Twilight).

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