Two books that did not suit my needs at this present time

“Does not suit our needs at this present time” is the standard rejection phrase when markets don’t want to offer specific criticisms. Or when they don’t have a specific criticism. Frustrating though it is, there are occasions I have the same reaction to books I’ve read.

Illustrations are random shots of neighborhood plants.

THE DALLERGUT DREAM DEPARTMENT STORE by Korean author Miye Lee is a low-key fantasy about Penny, a woman who lands a job in the eponymous dream-selling business. She gets to know the other staffers, the dream creators, the market for dreams (I do like that people can come in buy dreams for pets, like giving an old sick dog a dream of their youth) … but that made too slight a tale to engage me. As it became a million-copy best seller in South Korea, I’m curious if it’s just me or there’s some essential Korean themes here I don’t pick up.

ROYAL GAMBIT by Daniel O’Malley is the fourth in a series set in a world where super-powered mutants have been cropping up in England for centuries (other nations too), though the root cause is supernatural rather than genetic. The Chequy is the British government agency that recruits/drafts the mutants as special agents to fight the renegade supernaturals and keep the true nature of reality hidden from the public.

This book opens with the death of the Prince of Wales by supernatural means (a stone pyramid materialized in his skull, reminding me of Doctor Satan). Was it an accidental manifestation of someone’s power? An assassination? Are more royals on the list? That’s a golden opportunity for Alix, whose power breaks bones with her touch; an aristocratic young woman, she moves in the right circles to become one of the new Princess of Wales’ ladies in waiting, putting her in a position to watch over the family and keep an eye out for the killer.

While I like O’Malley’s taste for giving the supernaturals bizarre abilities, this never caught fire for me; I finished, but only by skimming a lot of it. I’m not sure if it’s that urban fantasy isn’t my go-to genre, that this kind of authoritarian governmental body has been old hat since the X-Files or that the book focuses more on intrigues within the Chequy and the details of life in the royal world than the plot.

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Macbeth vs. Princess Ida in a clash of theatrical titans!

One of my Christmas presents from TYG was tickets to the local Playmakers’ production of Macbeth last month (she was right to buy in advance — they were packed). The story of an ambitious Scottish nobleman who learns from three witches that he could become king was superbly done: well-acted, great looking —

— and well-executed character arcs. Macbeth is initially traumatized by the outrages he’s committed, then rapidly becomes comfortable rationalizing his actions, even down to murdering his best friend Banquo; Lady Macbeth, meanwhile, suffers the reverse arc (her initial enthusiasm for regicide comes off rather two dimensional but she improved as she went along). Possibly the best production by the group that we’ve seen. “Bring forth men-children only, for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males.”

PRINCESS IDA was the Durham Savoyards’ production for this year (this time TYG took me as my birthday gift), the story of how Ida, rather than honor her infant marriage pledge to Prince Hilarion (“I was twice her age — she was one, I was two.”), retreats from the world to found a school for women’s education. Hilarion, determined to win his bridge, sneaks in with his friends, disguised as women … but hilarity does not ensue, at least for me. This was based on an earlier play of Gilbert’s that was based on a Tennyson poem and therefore never gets into whimsical, absurd situations of the duo’s best work (though of course the Victorian audience may have found women’s education absurd enough). That said, the performers are good, the set is great and Sullivan’s music is exceptional, so I did enjoy it. Still, it’ll never be on a par with The Mikado or Patience. “I can tell a woman’s age in half a minute — and I do!”

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March was a month that happened …

Despite Plushie’s fortnight of diarrhea, it was fairly productive. Of course, as I’ve mentioned before, that’s partly because of The Local Reporter switching to monthly so I didn’t have actual paying gigs distracting me. I’ll be back to work on it next week, prepping for the April issue.

I got close to 34,000 words rewritten on Let No Man Put Asunder, redrafted “Mage’s Masquerade” and “Oh, the Places You’ll Go” and proofed the first chunk of Savage Adventures. I applied for a couple of writing jobs (remote) and started checking various short fiction markets — no luck so far. And we made it through diarrhea and out the other side er, so to speak. And the multiple trips to tire places or our VW dealer.

Yes, it’s mostly Snowdrop photos today. I think he’s worth it.

This week was choppy, with enough errands Wednesday it was a struggle to get anything done. Still, overall satisfactory. I got another 3,500 words finished on Asunder (that was what I struggled to complete Wednesday). I reread “Oh the Places You’ll Go” and I think I’ve finally finished it. I’ll proof it later this month but I’m satisfied I’ve fixed everything I didn’t like (or my beta readers didn’t like). First story finished in a long while. I read “Mage’s Masquerade” to the writing group; the overall reaction was way favorable though with several slight changes. For example it comes off as if Sinclair is waaaay older than Cecily; while that’s not out of line for a Regency plot, it’s a sensitive enough subject I’m going to make it clear he’s maybe a decade her senior, nothing more.

Finding markets for two 7,000 word short stories will be a challenge. But I can always publish them in another collection of my work.

I got several thousand words of Savage Adventures proofed and polished and I started looking for a cover artist. No luck so far.

I also began editing my Hellboy Chronology. At first I was only going to update it to add one of the new Hellboy-verse TPBs. However I wound up converting it to blocks which threw the spacing and the whole look of the page out of whack. I’ve begun correcting for that, though I’m only up through the 1960s. Please be patient as I keep working. All the information is still good.

Over at Con-Tinual I talked about The Worlds of Andre Norton, Favorite Superhero Moments, the return of Superboy, now all available on FB at the links.

Week is almost over, as I’m stopping work early to cook something for TYG. Have a great weekend, y’all.

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Someone hacked my computer!

I caught him on camera.

This is a stuffed monster I acquired when Mom closed her play therapy practice. I call him Mr. Mononoke as I always thought he looked like a Miyazaki character. The hat and rabbit are from when I dressed up as the Mad Hatter for Halloween one year. They look better on him.

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I saw this coming in the Toddler President’s first term

If y’all think back, you remember the Toddler whining about Europe even then. NATO sucked. The European countries were leeches sucking money out of the US so they didn’t have to spend on their own defense. Maybe it was time the USA let NATO fend for itself, huh? Now, things have changed, and the Toddler is whining that Europe should save his ass, as I blogged about last month. He wasn’t prepared for Iran to close the Straits of Hormuz; now he’s suggesting that Europe should handle the easy-peasy task of getting ships through it.

What I thought when the rants against Europe began is that the Toddler has spent his life avoiding consequences for his actions. It’s no surprise he’d think there’d be no consequences this time, that if he needed Europe to help him of course they would. I doubted the situation would come up — what were the odds of another 9/11 — but it turns out he didn’t need one. He went ahead and launched a stupid, pointless war for no good reason. Sure enough, he’s been whining that Europe needs to fix this for him and he seems outraged whining hasn’t worked (it probably doesn’t help that he and Marco Rubio have demolished our diplomatic corps).

Why would our allies help? He considers them, much more than Russia, a threat to the world’s future as he envisions it — the threat of “transparency, accountability, civil rights, and the rule of law.” He’s threatened to attack Denmark for Greenland, openly levied tariffs on Europe because he feels slighted, bullies and threatens their leaders, says he might not support Europe if Russia attacks (hell, he won’t support America when Russia acts against us). If they did everything he wanted, he might then attack Greenland and levy more tariffs because loyalty is not his way. Hell, the Ukraine’s given him advice on dealing with drone warfare and the Toddler’s still thinking about diverting Ukraine aid to Iran.

It’s also true to the Toddler’s MO that he’s gotten away in the past by lying and demanding everyone pretend it’s true. Whether it was destroying Iran’s nuclear capability last week to declaring he’s already accomplished regime change, it’s worked for him in the US — but Iran’s not playing and there’s a good chance his lies will shatter when they hit reality (as detailed at the first link in the paragraph). Iran’s able to hurt us and he has no idea how to deal with it. Except his usual approach which is to keep spewing bullshit: he doesn’t care whether we negotiate with Iran or not, closing the Strait won’t hurt the US, if gas prices go up people know it’s for a good cause (and they may go way, way up), plus lies about how he negotiated with the Sharpie company to get $5 pens instead of Biden’s $1,000 pens.

I didn’t expect the war would go this badly. But then, the head of our military under the Toddler is Pete Hegseth, who “doesn’t like people who are competent at their jobs. He wants people who are into lethality and dumb shows of force, which is not a good thing in a 21st century military.”

In the meantime, the Republicans are making hay, using the war as an excuse to cut federal healthcare spending (just as military urgency suddenly justifies removing protection from endangered whales). They’ll still end up awash in red ink, as they did in the Toddler’s first term (and W’s presidency, and Reagans). The legend that Republicans are fiscally conservative refuses to die. The myth of the Toddler as a competent leader may be about to collapse, maybe. It’s a shame so many ordinary people will pay a price in the process.

The world too; flawed though America always was when it played the world’s policeman, we did some good. The Pax Americana, though, is dead: “The underwriter of this world order has now become a revisionist power, and some people would even say a disruptor. But the larger point is that the erosion of norms, processes, and institutions that underpinned a remarkable period of peace and prosperity; that foundation has gone.” We are now part of the Axis of Evil.

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April Fools!

A few covers showing the Joker, who undoubtedly loves April Fools’ Day. I doubt anyone wants to be on the end of his pranks though.

Neal Adams

Jerry Robinson from the Joker’s debut.

Here Dick Giordano shows us the Joker in his own book

And Randy Elliott for an issue of Batman Scooby-Doo Mysteries.

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When will this story finally start?

About 10 months ago, an agent doing a writing workshop told me the opening of Let No Man Put Asunder didn’t give any idea of the genre and I should fix that. As I said at the link, I don’t see that as a problem for stuff published through my Behold the Book imprint. Readers are going to see a cover image and read the back-cover copy so they won’t look at the first page and assume it’s a mainstream story about a kid who dropped out of college and now works in a greasy spoon.

The same for Southern Discomfort. It’s not got any magic on the first couple of pages, and no definite magic even through the first chapter. However readers will know when they pick it up or see the Amazon listing that it’s specfic, rather than a historical novel about a female fugitive.

Showing the magic up front won’t work in either case. The protagonists are ordinary people about to be sucked into the supernatural; until that point they have no reason to know magic exists (as Maria in Southern Discomfort protests very loudly at several points). In some stories you can have weird shit happening from the get-go even if the protagonist doesn’t know the reason; these two books are not that kind of story. Originally I started Southern Discomfort with the murder of Aubric McAlister, cluing the reader in to the basic premise of the book. Feedback convinced me that was too slow a start, without sufficient tension; Maria’s story’s got tension in spades.

It’s perfectly legit to start a fantasy novel with mundane scenes, provided their interesting. Much as I like the magical goings on in Pharisee County, I think Maria’s character arc is a stronger hook. The magic is essential to the story and becomes more so as things get crazier. Still, it’s more about ordinary people stuck in the middle of a magic war than the magic war itself.

Which brings me to the 1931 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. After completing my viewing for Watching Jekyll and Hyde, I’ve come to appreciate even more how good this film is (though the abuse subplot is horrifying. Consider that your trigger warning).

In a 90-minute film, it takes us half an hour before Edward Hyde comes on stage. Several movies do that, introducing Jekyll, his fiancee/dream girl/wife and the nature of his research before getting to the transformation. A lot of them are boring with uninteresting, undramatic pre-Hyde scenes. They’re a long establishing shot that sets things up but accomplishes nothing else.

Not in this one, thanks to Rouben Mamoulian’s direction and Fredric March’s performance. We open with a Jekyll’s eye-view of his life — his elegant home, his devoted butler — and that unconventional viewpoint makes it way more interesting than it would be otherwise. Then we watch March’s Jekyll lecture to an astounded audience about his vision of splitting off our evil side so that we can enjoy lives of pure goodness. As I explain in my book there are huge flaws in this idea (what are the pure evil sides going to be doing?) but Mamoulian makes it visually fascinating. Then we cut to Jekyll’s charity clinic where his medical genius enables a girl on crutches to cast them aside and walk — a classic miracle as the ultimate proof of his goodness.

We shift to the Carew dinner party where Jekyll’s future father-in-law dresses him down for being late, then he and Muriel (Rose Hobard) snatch a quiet scene alone. March was best known at that point as a romantic lead; alternating between dreams of passion and whimsy he keeps the scene arresting (Hobard’s not a bad actor but her role doesn’t give her much to work with). The result? It’s a good movie even before Hyde enters.

I don’t know if I can create anything that intense in my opening. I’m certainly shooting for it.

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Madcap Mensa weekend!

As I do every year, I trekked down to Greenville SC this past weekend for the Piedmont Area Mensa regional gathering. While the drive is typically four hours — a little longer this time, I think age is slowing me down — it’s worth it. For example I got to meet PAM’s newest member Griffin.

Griffin is an Irish wolfhound. Quite large. Mellow and friendly.

It’s the PAM gathering’s 50th “golden” anniversary which meant lots of gold everywhere —

I gave a presentation, as I usually do. To fit with the theme, I looked at the James Bond films and how they changed over time by focusing on the changes from Goldfinger to The Man With the Golden Gun to Goldeneye.

The past couple of years I spent a fair amount of time in my hotel room, enjoying the pleasure of being alone. It’s something that doesn’t happen much at home. This year I was having too much fun chatting with friends, occasional Mensan strangers, sometimes random hotel guests. I’d have thought after dealing with Plushie’s diarrhea for two weeks I’d be craving more isolation but no. I had a great time being out and about.

I also competed in Blonde Bowl, a trivia game where the end of every question is the low-point “blonde clue” giving the answer away For example (not taken from this weekend), a detailed description of a baseball player’s career that ends with “…name this iconic player immortalized on screen in The Jackie Robinson Story, Jackie Robinson — All American, and The Court-Martial of Jackie Robinson. This year I was on the winning team though my personal performance wasn’t as good as it sometimes is.

It was a great weekend though it’s good to be back with TYG and the pets, too.

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Rep. Mike Johnson is lying through his teeth

According to Speaker of the House Mike “biblical worldview” Johnson, Americans misunderstand the separation of church and state: it’s supposed to let Johnson and people who share his worldview import their religion into government while protecting them from any government restriction.

Okay, that’s not how he puts it, but that is the gist. It’s Wilhoit’s Law again: government binds other faiths and doesn’t protect them; it protects conservative Christians but doesn’t bind them (much as he believes calling Republicans Nazis is bad but he’s fine when the shoe’s on the other foot). I’d quip that this proves Johnson’s the one who doesn’t understand but I suspect he’s more likely lying.

How does he put it? Quoting from the linked article: “To the contrary, the Founders wanted to protect the church and the religious practice of citizens from an encroaching state, not the other way around,” Johnson maintained, telling the audience that “our Founders understood that a free society and a healthy republic depend upon religious and moral virtue [to] help prevent the abuse of power [and] make it possible to preserve our essential freedom.”

I will state the obvious first: Johnson’s a devoted toady to the Toddler in Chief. Last week he gave the Toddler a made-up award for “solving all the domestic problems” (he hasn’t) and bringing on “the new golden era in America” (it isn’t). Ergo, Johnson doesn’t value moral virtue, nor does he object to the abuse of power.

Now, as to the main point of my post: yes, the Founders valued “religious and moral virtue” but those were the responsibility of churches — it wasn’t the government’s job to be the national chaplain. The government had no business enacting religious doctrine in law or laying down any sort of religious laws.

They’d also seen state churches in operation back in Europe and they saw where it led: violence, repression, revolution and civil war. They knew the only way to protect “the religious practice of citizens” was to keep government from aligning with any one faith or sect. As soon as the state does that, other faiths are in peril. As JFK put it when running for president in 1960: “I believe in an America that is officially neither Catholic, Protestant nor Jewish — where no public official either requests or accepts instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source — where no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials — and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all.”

Republicans have made it clear it’s attacks on their religious liberty — which almost always means nothing more than their freedom to hurt the people they hate — that they care about. Rep. Andy Ogles declared recently religious pluralism is dead and we should deport all Muslims. Johnson sides with Ogles, declaring they have to prevent the threat of sharia law — which is not a threat in this country (and calling for mass deportation is about bigotry, not about sharia). And if pluralism is dead, it won’t stop with Muslims — it’ll be whichever sects Ogles or Johnson thinks do not qualify as Christian enough for a Christian state. Not to mention people like Christian theocrat William Wolfe, who thinks its Christian to keep America white and that it’s his right to impose his concept of Christian law on everyone else. Or the Christians who claim it’s godly to deny women the vote or that we shouldn’t tolerate non-believers in America. “White Christian nationalism doesn’t protect Christians. It decides which ones deserve protections and which ones can be discarded.”

Does anyone imagine Johnson or Ogles would meekly accept if some branch of the Christian faith that disagreed with them began imposing its policies on a God Says So basis? They’d scream with outrage that their religious freedom was violated. Any pretense this is a principle rather than Wilhoit’s Law is bullshit. Just look at the outraged reaction to liberal Christian James Talarico.

The defense the religious right sometimes makes is that sure, the Toddler may be a shitbag, but God can use shitty people to accomplish good things. This does not excuse them staying silent when he does evil things — because he’s still a shitbag. As witness Paul Campos’ discussion of the Toddler embodying all the deadly sins, followed by this quote from Virginia Heffernan:

“The president is not a moral figure in any idiom, any land, any culture, any subculture. I’m not talking about the liberal enlightenment that would make him want the country to take care of the poor and sick. I mean he has no Republican values either. He has no honor among thieves, no cosa nostra loyalty, no Southern code against cheating or lying, none of the openness of New York, rectitude of Boston, expressiveness and kindness of California, no evangelical family values, no Protestant work ethic. No Catholic moral seriousness, no sense of contrition or gratitude. No Jewish moral and intellectual precision, sense of history. He doesn’t care about the life of the mind OR the life of the senses. He is not mandarin, not committed to inquiry or justice, not hospitable. He is not proper. He is not a bon vivant who loves to eat, drink, laugh. There’s nothing he would die for — not American values, obviously, but not the land of Russia or his wife or young son. He has some hollow success creeds from Norman Vincent Peale, but Peale was obsessed with fair-dealing and a Presbyterian pastor; Trump has no fairness or piety. He’s not sentimental; no affection for dogs or babies. No love for mothers, “the common man,” veterans. He has no sense of military valor, and is openly a coward about war. He would have sorely lacked the pagan beauty and capacity to fight required in ancient Greece. He doesn’t care about his wife or wives; he is a philanderer but he’s not a romantic hero with great love for women and sex. He commands loyalty and labor from his children not because he loves them, even; he seems almost to hate them — and if one of them slipped it would be terrifying. He does no philanthropy. He doesn’t — in a more secular key — even seem to have a sense of his enlightened self-interest enough to shake Angela Merkel’s hand. Doesn’t even affect a love for the arts, like most rich New Yorkers. He doesn’t live and die by aesthetics and health practices like some fascists; he’s very ugly and barely mammalian.”

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A fairy tale, pantomime and a ghost: books read

T. Kingfisher’s THORNHEDGE opens with a nervous, ugly fairy watching over a castle. She’s cut it off from the world with a thick wall of thorns, almost everyone’s forgotten it’s even there — only now a Saracen warrior has arrived, determined to find a way in and awaken the princess Which would be a Very Very Very Bad Thing … (a twist that’s been used at least once previously).

As my short story “Obolos” is a Sleeping Beauty riff I was curious what Kingfisher would do with the tale, and if they’d be too much alike. Nope: very different approaches (phew). I liked it, though the nature of the unspeakable monster felt a little off to me (for my taste she’s too powerful for the given origin).

While I saw British pantomime as a kid, I only remember bits of it. Becoming curious (for reasons too convoluted to explain) I checked Millie Taylor’s BRITISH PANTOMIME PERFORMANCE out of the library. Less of a historical perspective than I’d hoped for but a good look at the odd mix of fairytale riff, cross-dressing, slapstick. topical humor and musical that created this distinctive, much beloved form of stage entertainment. Taylor looks at how increasing costs have affected everything from the size of the dance troupe to the “slosh scenes” (slapstick) — sure, a pie fight might be cheap, but cleaning it up later can get pricey. The book looks at the way the pantomime cast invites the audience to participate (while carefully controlling their involvement), the key roles, the different methods for drawing an audience (from big name stars to local connections) and the occasional controversies — apparently some companies are nervous about the tradition of a woman playing the male lead role because they worry it gives the main romance a lesbian overtone (I’d be more freaked out over the Chinese stereotypes in Aladdin). A solid job analyzing the genre.

While TOPPER is novelist Thorne Smith’s most famous work, I’ve never particularly cared for it; as my Genre Book Club was doing “satire” this month I picked it up again and … nope (much as I love the movie).

Cosmo Topper is a successful banker smothering in his own stuffy respectability and the burden of his manipulative, hangdog wife. To perk himself up, he buys the car in which free spirits George and Marion Kerby died recently, drives by the scene of their death and oops, discovers he now has them for a companion. Having two drunken ghosts causing chaos around him soon makes Topper a pariah; not to worry, off he goes for a long, hedonistic vacation accompanied by Marion (George having duties elsewhere). However all vacations have to end …

The movie had the advantage of Cary Grant in the lead; more than that, it has a clear story arc — the Kerbys are stuck on Earth because they’ve never accomplished anything worthwhile so they set out to make Topper’s stuffy life worth living. Here, they drift along until the Kerbys run out of ectoplasm and have to leave. We soon drop the idea of Cosmo becoming a scandal in favor of him drifting through life for a while — and the book drifts with him. And much like James Branch Cabell’s Jurgen, the happy ending of Cosmo realizing his rather miserable marriage isn’t all that bad doesn’t convince. Overall it’s a dry run for better work by Smith later; I’m curious if the sequel, Topper Takes a Trip, improves on it as it’s the one Smith fantasy I haven’t read. Not curious enough to check it out just yet, though.

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