So, I’ve been packing/cleaning (painting starts this week, hoo hoo — not) house so we can put it up for sale for two weeks, and then we spent five days sitting/listening to lectures at a seminar. (Was good. Got to see Boss-Lady, aka my publisher.)
I got up much too late today, and I don’t know which of my regulars was supposed to be up. I didn’t prod him/her, obviously. Yesterday afternoon/night we got home just in time to clean and do some things that couldn’t wait any longer, like laundry and dishes.
Overnight I started feeling like I was coming down with a cold and so I was intending to take a break and write something light, maybe fiction, for the blog. (BTW I have talked Stephen Green, aka. Mr. Vodkapundit into doing an audio of “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear.” We’re going to put it on audible and see how it does. What do ya’ll think.)
I’m going to admit right here, right now that I didn’t read the whole thing. The bits I got to see on preview were hilarious enough that if I read the whole thing I’d probably end up in the hospital for a sprain of the laugh muscle or something.
First of all, this person says that Sad Puppies is about awards no longer being based on talent or popularity or anything but politics. At which point I thought:
Because, got it in one. Sad Puppies is about no longer rewarding the “cool kids’ and the “correct thinkers” with awards that have nothing to do with ability or good work, but only with “We want to endorse this message.”
Of course, they don’t mean it that way. And of course, they have a point, right? After all, who could be against awards going to such immortal works as If You Were A Dinosaur My Love or Redshirts? Talk about fiction that will live forever!
After all, I mean, who the heck wants to reward unpopular works, like say, Monster Hunter Nemesis? I think I’m one of five people in the world who has read it. And by five, I mean five million.
And as for ability how can people who want to be PRESERVED from reading anything right wing (by which they mean anything that deviates from the sacred gospel of Marx and Lenin, in case my readers are at risk of getting sprained brain trying to figure out how I’m right wing) know if those works they refuse to even open have talent and ability or not?
Oh, wait, they can’t have talent or ability, because they don’t hew to the sacred gospel of Marx and Lenin, which “all smart people” and “all good people” believe in, so they must be stupid and bad, right? And this, of course, is how the “smart people” think. For… er… a definition of think. You know, one that includes tourettes-like noises of approval for the left and no actual, oh, yeah, what do they call it? Reasoning.
Which is why sad puppies this year is running a solid right wing slate? Right? Including such notorious right wingers as Kevin J. Anderson and Jim Butcher.
But then I read the rest of the preview in the tag and it said “Sarah Hoyt thinks you should think of the children — will no one think of the children — and that they should read only adventure stories.”
I was wrong. They can be that stupid. In fact, they can be that stupid with flares on and a little outboard motor to get to dumb as heck FASTER and with more style.
Do these poor creatures get an ironioctomy at birth? Don’t they know “do it for the children” has been a joke phrase since the nineties?
And do they honestly, in their heart of hearts think that all the other side writes is “adventure stories”? REALLY? Hell, the story I mentioned the other day, Tom Bailey is more of an introspective memoir than an adventure story. And has anyone who read my stories, particularly short stories, HONESTLY think all I do is “adventure stories”? (Oh, like Thirst or What She Left Behind, or Never Look Back, or….)
And I realized what we’re facing is not just people who are stupid (though a few of them are. And it’s not made better by their thinking their political ideology makes them “smart”) or people who are crazy (though a lot of them are, particularly the ones who honestly think humans are not influenced by sex hormones int he way they think.) No, what we’re facing are the deliberately blind, the ones who put out their eyes so that they can avoid seeing “the wrong thing” and questioning received wisdom.
This is one of the great sins. It is a sin that enables all other sins, too, because if the received wisdom demands you believe some people are not human, you can’t correct for it if you’ve deliberately blinded yourself to all expressions of humanity from those you are told are the enemy.
And that is what we face. And that is what we fight. People who deliberately believe in lies.
I was talking to my friend Bill Reader about “If You Were A Dinosaur, My Love” and I told him my moral certainty that the story started as a gay short story (I have a vague idea that I might have published with Abyss and Apex [I’m reliably informed that I maligned Abyss and Apex, and the silly dino story came out in Apex. OTOH I still don’t remember if I was published in Abyss and Apex], maybe, unless they were the ones who sent me a rejection saying I clearly had never been in another country and was “a narrow minded pain” — I can’t remember. After 120 short story publications, they all run together. However I do know that my stories with gay protagonists, like Songs or Never Look Back got a lot of pushback and editors saying “if you just change it to” before someone published them as is. No, I don’t know why. There’s nothing shocking in these stories. But progressives imagine the rest of the country are homophobic troglodytes. It’s important for their self image. Which is part of the point I’m trying to make.) “Not because it makes more sense that way,” I told him. “But because liberals are convinced any gay man entering a rural bar will get beaten to death, even though the instances of exactly this occurrence are… let me see… I’m thinking… exactly zero percent a year.” And he said “No, I know what you mean. It makes liberal-sense. I’ve started calling this “para-logic.” I.e. the sense that they live in a parallel world, and if you buy the premises of that world, instead of your lying eyes, and believe that the rest of the country are frozen somewhere between the middle ages and the imaginary 1950s filled with Stepford Wives, then their stories and actions make perfect sense.”
Bill is a better man than I and better able to articulate these things. When faced with liberal paralogic, like the idea that I was serious about “do it for the children” or the idea I think children should only read adventure stories…
Because I work in the imaginary world, I try my best to see the real world as it is. Really see it. And reading this stuff is like reading dispatches from crazyland, so that I am caught between laughter and crying, but mostly I’m sitting here with my mouth hanging open…
So, yeah, Straw-Sarah, the one who is a twit and wants you to “Only write adventure stories” “for the children” would like to remind you to go look at the Sad Puppies slate and maybe to read these people and consider voting for those notorious right wingers, like Kevin Anderson and Jim Butcher, and Mike Resnick, or indeed any other right wingers you want to vote for. Or left wingers. Or people with no wings. (What the living h*ll, I’m a libertarian. Do whatever the heck you want. Just try not to vote for cr*p no one reads because that hurts the prestige of the award and hurts all of us professionals in the long run.)
Mind you, I don’t expect us to win. I know that worldcon has an elderly and conservative (in the sense of supporting those in power) fandom, who will not only not speak truth to power, but who are trying to support power as hard as they can. This is normal for the elderly and out of touch, and we shouldn’t blame them (too much.)
But then again I also didn’t expect these blog posts about Straw-Sarah. So maybe I’m out of touch. Or maybe I’ve come to the point where pointing and making duck noises is not enough.
So, as soon as I get my PIN (what is TAKING THEM SO LONG) from Sasquan, I shall read the books recommended, and other books/stories, and I shall carefully make my selection and vote. Because they need to know we’re out here, and we’re not whatever straw-creature they like to make up.
Defeat para-logic. Vote Sad Puppies. Show that you believe your lying eyes!
Do it for the children! Because, yeah, we’re totally about the children. You know, the children who read the “adventure stories” which is all we write.
Go. Write. Read. Have fun. And when you come to the place you can no longer point and make duck noises, shake your head and pity these people. They once had the ability to think, but they turned it in for a pot of message.