Apex Magazine Issue 18 – November 2010, Special Arab/Muslim Issue.

Cover for Apex Magazine Issue #18

I’m not going to presume to pass any sort of value judgement on whether this issue of Apex succeeds at being an Arab/Muslim issue. How the the hell would I know?

I read the stories as an agnostic-apathiest white English middle-class man living in Wales, so all I can do is tell you how successful the stories were–as stories–to my sensibilities. Maybe the issue wasn’t meant for me, and that’s fine.

So, disclaimers now dealt with let’s get on with it:

Fiction:

The Green Book, by Amal El-Mohtar.
This story suffered and through no fault of its own. I see a story with a book of forbidden and ancient writings and I think, ‘Oh, FFS, another Lovecraft story?’ The Green Book has nothing to do with Lovecraft. It’s poetical and startlingly original, and left a longing in my heart like the echo of a A-minor chord. This is a story for anyone who’s ever fallen in love with a book.

50 Fatwas for the Virtuous Vampire, by Pamela K. Taylor.
Ah! A vampire story! Vampires are so entwined with the Western–well, Victorian–idea of the sexual predator in our culture it’s almost impossible for me to come to a vampire story without bringing that baggage. The interest in this story is the fatwas which allow the vampire to live a righteous life in keeping with Allah’s teachings. They’re interesting, and create a world far larger than the small confines of the story. My problem with it is that the female who attracts the vampire’s interest is objectively ‘pure’ and entirely dis-empowered. She’s an object to be traded by the empowered men. But maybe I’m missing the point; maybe the point is to highlight the dis-empowerment of women in Egyptian law and society. Maybe the virtuous vampire is the benevolent despot who presumes to know what’s best for their people without ever listening to them.

The Faithful Soldier, Prompted, by Saladin Ahmed.
There’s something I don’t like about wetware stories, and I think it’s the fact that the author assumes transhumanist computer technology will work the same way our computer technology works today. I mean, when has the future ever looked the way the past thought it would? We have the ‘robotic domestic assistants’ the sixties was so enamoured with, but they’re not bipedal, clunky robots like the maids there were going to replace. They’re self-guided vacuums, CPU controlled central heating, Internet shopping… That aside, the idea driving this story was worth the words. An old soldier is prompted by his malfunctioning wetware OS to travel the dangerous roads to try and save the love of his life. The writing felt like it was missing something, though, like a gear trying to turn without enough teeth.

Kamer-taj the Moon-horse from Forty-four Turkish Fairy Tales, compiled by Dr. Ignácz Kúnos.
I’m not going to review what appears to be a traditional Turkish fairy tale. It’s a wonderful story with a magical horse who is, by all accounts, awesome. Great to see it in Apex.

Poetry

Me and Rumi’s Ghost, by Samer Rabadi.
Love poems–poems about love–should read like this. It’s gentle and fills the whole world.

Tur Disaala, by Jawad Elhusuni
I can appreciate how attractive the idea of the New World being discovered and by someone other than the Europeans must be if other people, but rewriting the US’s history has no emotional resonance for me, no matter who’s doing the rewriting.

Al Manara Dirge, by Sara Saab
This prose-poem lost me. Beautiful words, but no idea what the story is.

So, this Home Counties boy living in Wales judges this issue to be a success! The Green Book is the story which makes it worth it, but Me and Rumi’s Ghost and Kamer-taj the Moon-horse are pieces I enjoyed and am glad to have read, and 50 Fatwas for the Virtuous Vampire has enough world-building and implied questions to hold its head up high.

Am I any more enlightened about the Arabic/Islamic world? Well, no. But I’m a bit more enlightened about the worlds of six more writers.

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This is the Internet, Son. You Don’t Have Freedom of Speech Here

Over on the Apex Magazine blog, Gustavo Bondoni posted a something about ToC Fail.  There was plenty of fail in Gustavo’s post, and the comments erupted.  It inspired posts by Athena Andreadis and Jesse Bullington (there are others, I know, but Athena and Jesse’s posts are the only ones I’ve read to date) on their own blogs, and the comments and arguments continued there.  Jason Sizemore offered an apology for Gustavo’s post and Athena is writing a response.  It’s rumbling on, the way these things do.

Something that came up, and something that always seems to come up in these discussions, is freedom of speech.  Both sides with almost inevitably say something along the lines of, ‘I can say what I want and trying to stop me is censorship’.

To be frank, I find this an insultingly US-centric attitude.

I don’t have freedom of speech.  People in China don’t, in Iran, Germany, France the list of countries where unfettered freedom of speech isn’t a right guaranteed by their government goes on.  To stomp around saying, ‘I have freedom of speech and you can’t stop me’ is insulting to all those people who live in countries who don’t have that guaranteed right.  Even more to those whose governments will actively prosecute them.

But that’s not the point.  The point is that the Internet isn’t the United States of America.  Rights guaranteed by the US constitution don’t apply on the Internet.

The Internet is a private space.  Every single webpage is owned and maintained by an individual or company.  Every single individual or company who own a webpage is answerable to the laws of their country.  They’re answerable to the people who host their website.  They’re answerable to their service provider.  Any one of those people can impose terms and conditions on the website.  And if you don’t like those terms and conditions, tough shit.

You don’t have the right to go on any webpage and say what you like, any more than you have the right to walk into someone’s house and start eating what you want out their fridge.

And someone saying, ‘you can’t say that on my site’ isn’t censorship.  Censorship is the denial of freedoms you’re entitled to.  And, as stated above, you’re not entitled to any freedom of speech on the ‘net.  What you’re entitled to do is come on to someone’s website and play by their rules, the rules of their ISP, of their hoster and of the government of the country they live in.

Someone stomping onto a website demanding their freedom of speech and complaining about censorship is like someone walking around London, England with a handgun insisting they’re allowed to because the Forth Amendment guarantees their right to bear arms.  It does, in the meatspace of US soil and no where else.

If you don’t like the rules of a website, go some where else.  Make your own site and say what the hell you like (subject to the rules of your ISP, hoster and national government).

And you know what?  Freedom of speech isn’t a Great Thing.  Especially not in discussions involving privilege.

I can’t find the quote, but I remember when Judge Walker overturned California’s Proposition 8 he was quoted as saying something like:  A majority do not have the right to deny rights to a minority.

Free markets create monopolies.  Sure, you can have the legal right to open a coffee shop.  But the bank doesn’t have to give you the money to do it, and Starbucks are well within their rights to open a shop next door and sell their coffee at below-cost.  Their within their rights to spend millions of pounds you don’t have on advertising.  They’re within their rights to tell their suppliers that if they deal with you, they’ll no longer have Starbucks’ far more lucrative business.  Monopolies, as I’m sure we all know, are bad for the little guy and bad for customers.

And when we’re talking about privilege, it’s the voice of the little guy we need to hear.  But when everyone has their sacred Freedom of Speech, the privileged majority can shout them down.  They can wade in with their democratic privilege and vote away the minority’s rights.  Sometimes the majority need to be shut up, need to be gagged, so the minority can exercise their rights.

Of course, that poses a question:  Who wields the gag, and on what authority?

On the Internet, it’s the person running the website.  Their home, their rules.  If you don’t like it, go somewhere else and don’t complain that rights you don’t actually have are being denied.

In meatspace… I don’t know.  I honestly don’t.  Not in economics and not in society.  But I do know that, in order for everyone to have the ability to live their life as they see fit, someone needs to stop the monopolies from dictating the rules to everyone else.


28/12/2010 — Edited to Add:

Allegra pointed this post out to me, which tackled the question of people demanding their First Amendment Rights on the Internet in a far more concise fashion, with an examination of what the First Amendment actually says:  “Congress shall make no law…”  So:

In other words, all things being equal, you can peaceably drone on about anything you please without fear of being arrested by peace officers and placed on trial in a criminal court of law.

Everyone else on the planet, though, is well within their rights to tell you to shut the hell up and get off their property (including their piece of the Internet).

A Good Day for SF

Two cool things appear to have happened while I’ve been away:

Firstly, Lavie Tidhar has announced the table of contents for the second Apex Book of World SF, apparently named The Apex Book of World SF Vol. II.  Not a bad title, all things considered.  I’ll bet Jason Sanford is happy to see Nnedi Okorafor’s From the Lost Diary of TreeFrog7

And secondly, Apex Magazine are having a special Islam/Muslim issue out in November.  To quote Apex editor Catherynne M. Valente:

It will be beautiful. It will showcase writers of Arab descent and Muslim writers… It will show how Islam is as much a part of the human experience as any other faith or story system that writers of the fantastic draw from.

Given the huge wealth of history, cultural heritage and imagination which belongs to Islam and Muslims that is so woefully untapped in our society, I’m expecting something that’s going to be extra special.  And kudos to Catherynne and Apex for stepping into a potential war zone to remind us that, as she says, the human experience isn’t just the Western experience.

As an interesting juxtaposition to that news, the lady behind ‘Draw Mohammed Day’ has gone into hiding after recieving death threats.  I have two things to say, lady:

  1. It was damned offensive to begin with, no matter what the motivation; and
  2. If you go poking angry bears with sharp sticks, don’t get all upset when they try to bite you.  Stand by your views if you’re going to shout them in people’s faces–hiding when they shout back just makes you a coward.

I wonder if the F.B.I. would help to hide a Muslim who’d received death threats after aggressively and provocatively blaspheming against Jesus Christ, or whether they’d lock them up for being a terrorist threat…

Steampunk, Steampunk Reloaded, and Steampunk stories

I know it’s old news by now, but I wanted to mention that the Steampunk Reloaded table of contents has been revealed.  Yes, I shall be buying a copy.

I finished the first Steampunk anthology of the VanderMeer’s a couple of weeks ago.  I’m not too sure what the they think Steampunk is, but the anthology hit the nail on the head.  It’s an eclectic mix of strange worlds and inspirational people.

Two stories have stuck with me:  ‘The Giving Mouth’ by Ian R. MacLeod, and ‘Seventy-Two Letters’ by Ted Chiang (although ‘The Steam Man of the Prairie and the Dark Rider Get Down: A Dime Novel’ by Joe R. Lansdale definitely deserves an honourable mention).

‘The Giving Mouth’ and ‘Seventy-Two Letters’ are the two sides of the coin which my spec-fic slot machine takes.  ‘The Giving Mouth’ is a thick broth which sucks you down like a tar pit.  The world is something out of a children’s film, not some kind of Tim Burton-esque ‘adult fairy tale’ but The Never-Ending Story but without the background music, Jim Henson ‘cute’ puppets and horrifically eighties production (sorry, but you know it’s true…).  It’s the Wild Palms and Videodrome that nurtured me as an adolescent.

‘Seventy-Two Letters’ is a brilliant scientist working to solve a particular problem in his world.  No explosions, no romance, no world-spanning travels, no evil villains.  Just science and human beings.  It’s just like some early John Crichton.  Of course, it’s the science of an alternate world, a science that takes a small, neglected slice of our own world and makes it real.  (Imagine a whole novella devoted to Ponder Stibbons.  Why yes, The Science of Discworld is one of my favourite Discworld novels.)

If someone gave me this anthology, I’d have one of those light-bulb moments and realise, ‘hey–this steampunk thing is what I’ve been looking for!’

So yeah, I’m excited about Steampunk Reloaded.  I’m also well-aware that squeals rarely live up to the original and, as Steampunk has become more popular, the stereotypes have become easier to imitate more people are doing it.  People are entering the genre with ideas of what a ‘steampunk’ story should look like, and that’s a Bad Thing.  I am, though, looking forwards to the international Steampunk, especially the work from Brazil.

A quick tip for writers, while I’m here:  Don’t ever, ever write a ‘Steampunk’ story.  Don’t do it.  Don’t even try.  Have an idea, craft your story, make it the best collection of words you can.  Go where the story wants to take you.  And then give it to people who read Steampunk stories, and if they like it, then it’s a Steampunk story.

Oh, and read this post on the Apex blog.  It’s all true.

Edited to change to the link to the updated ToC for Steampunk Relaoded.

February Reading

Around the end of December, I realised that January was going to be a hectic month.  By the 31st, I had to:

  • Finish planning and write Symphonie Magnifique;
  • Finish researching, plan and write The Man Who Ate Germany, a piece on German unification under Bismark, for Steampunk Magazine;
  • Work with Allegra to plan and write a piece on being a Steampunk every day instead of just for gatherings and conventions, for SPM;
  • Think about, plan and write my story for an anthology coming out through Vagrants Among Ruins;
  • Read and review Hartman the Anarchist, for SPM;
  • And I’ve just found out about a Big Finish competition to pitch an idea for an audio drama featuring the Fifth Doctor (the best Doctor) and Nyssa.

In most realities, any one of the above would take a whole month.

I impressed myself and submitted Symphonie Magnifique to Crossed Genres on the 13th.  I’ve since been working with Bismark, the mad Junker.  I’m in London for the Steampunk Spectacular this weekend, but I still have confidence that it will all be done on time.

The anthology story has had to be pushed back due to factors outside my control.  Partly, I’m relieved.  I’m also partly annoyed, because I had a nascent, half-formed idea which I was beginning to nurture when I found I’d have to somehow keep the embryo warm but in status.

All this unfortunately means that I don’t have time for reading this month.  Well, I do, but only reading which serves the Greater Good.  That’s annoying, because I got some books for Christmas and spent the few pence I had left from my wages this month on more books.  So, February I’m going to read.  And no one can stop me!

As well as the magazines, blogs and ‘zines, we have:

  • The Judge Dredd/Batman Files and Vendetta in Gotham.  Seriously, Dredd vs. Batman?  The first scene, the first scene, has Batman squaring off against Judge Death.
  • Grandville.  Written by Bryan Talbot and inspired by the work of nineteenth-century French illustrator Gerand, who worked under the pseudonym Grandville and frequently drew anthropomorphic animals.  When it was claimed by both the furry scene and Steampunk scene, I decided I had to get it.  It arrived on Tuesday, and it’s a beautiful book.  Its hard-backed and the covers are textured like those volumes from the 60’s which still lurk on my parent’s bookshelves, and the inside covers have an almost marbled design which echoes those same books.  The binding is solid… in short, it’s turned all the shortcomings of graphic novel production into things to be proud of.
  • Steampunk. Steampunk short stories collected and edited Jeff and Ann VanderMeer.   I’d be a fool to walk away.  Especially because I submitted Of Mice and Journeymen to the follow-up anthology, Steampunk Reloaded.
  • The Apex Book of World SF, edited by Lavie Tidhar.  Difficult though it’s been for me to accept, the world of SF/F has tended to be dominated by white, western, able-bodied men.  The strange new worlds and brave new civilisations imagined have, a lot of times, had WWAM values at their core no matter the fantastical creatures which populate them, and the colonies and cities of the future are images of our western metropolises.  It takes delicacy and skill to open up new cultures to old minds like mine, and I trust Lavie’s judgement to collect stories which, above any sort of agenda, are stories.  They entertain, create and are driven by ideas and characters first and foremost.  I brought this book because I need to read it and because the publishers need to be supported for producing it.  Also, the publishers need to be supported!
  • Crimea, by Trevor Royle.  The Crimean war is, in my opinion, the Steampunk European war.  In the comfortable houses of those in charge, it was a cluster-fuck of diplomatic and military blunders with each side only being saved by the disasters of the other.  In the tents of the soldiers, it was filled with breath-taking acts of humanity and bravery by both sides which have become part of our shared history.  It was also the first ‘media war’, the battlefield ending up on the breakfast tables of London the same way the Vietnam war was beamed live into the living rooms of a generation.

There are probably enough straight reviews out there already, but I may write something about the Apex book on its Amazon page as @apexjason would like some good reviews there (even if he wouldn’t send me a review copy :P ).  I’m sure I’ll be inspired to write something here by all my reading.  And I’m expecting to reap bountiful harvests of fiction-fertilizer, especially for The Colossus Engine, my Crimea war story about a plucky group of rag-tag soldiers and their attempts to destroy Britain’s ‘ultimate weapon’ before it can be used.

And it looks like I’ll have a chance to put some of those fiction-flowers to good use:  I’ve just got an email from Absent Willows about a new fiction contest they’re running.  The universe may or may not be trying to tell me something, but I’m going to err on the side of caution and act like it is.  After all, of all the things you could piss off the universe is probably one to avoid.