ICFA

After several folks encouraged me to attend, I finally went to the International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts in Orlando, Florida last week. It may be my favorite conference in the field. It’s at an airport hotel in the heart of the geography of nowhere with little to walk to except other soulless airport hotels featuring overpriced high fat dining, but the conference itself was a delight. It was easily the most convivial gathering I’ve been to, a blend of academics and writers who went out of their way to make newcomers feel welcome. I went with friend and fellow Richmond writer Tom De Haven, and he was equally delighted.

I read an abridged version of a story, “The Angel’s Touch,” which will appear in the April issue of Intergalactic Medicine Show and was pleased with its reception. I attended many fine readings (so many I’m sure I’m forgetting someone). Elizabeth Hand read from a YA novel in progress called “Wonderwall.” She captured the voice of a young runaway perfectly, and I can’t wait to read the finished work. Brian Aldiss read his version of “Metamorphosis” in which a hapless cockroach awakens to find itself transformed into “Franz sodding Kafka!” What a marvelous reader he is! It was one of the most hilarious readings I’ve ever heard. Patrick O’Leary read “The Little Guy,” an incisive skewering of everyone’s favorite president. Andy Duncan read a story in progress, the title of which includes the word “cache.” Sorry, Andy, my notes are illegible. The excerpt, however, was funny and sexy. Peter Straub read from intriguing novel-in-progress Skylark. It was my pleasure to read in the same session with Vernor Vinge. His story about an extremely dry martini of vast proportions was a real charmer, as the man is himself. Perhaps my favorite reading was James Morrow’s novella in progress, “Shambling Toward Hiroshima,” a secret history of a WW II WMD later generations have come to know as Godzilla. The brilliant director of Bride of Frankenstein, James Whale, is one of a delightful cast of characters. The best of the academic papers I heard was easily Sydney Duncan’s illuminating analysis of Kelly Link’s stories.

It was my great pleasure to meet Joe and Gay Haldeman and hang out with them. Joe is an endlessly fascinating conversationalist, and they were wonderful company. Tom and I also joined John Clute and Elizabeth Hand for a brief trip to the Canaveral wildlife area where we were thrilled with alligator sightings. John’s as pleasant as he is intelligent—which is saying quite a lot. It was a special pleasure to get to know Liz whom I’d met years ago in Chicago. Tom and I both intend to return to the conference next year. It really lifted my spirits.

Hooray for ARGS!

I just finished participating in the Appomattox Regional Governor’s School annual festival. It has become one of my favorite events of the year. The faculty are great. The students are absolutely incredible—smart, funny, talented, charming. The next time someone tells you how screwed-up today’s youth are, stop by this place. Thank you guys for having me!
And while it has nothing to do with ARGS, my fiction led me into the subject of trapeze this morning, and this picture made me smile:

Reading at Sycamore Rouge in Petersburg Tonight

As part of the Appomattox Regional Governors School Writers’ Fest, I’ll be reading at Sycamore Rouge in downtown Petersburg (a very cool place) with Connie Biewald and Clay Chapman. I’m not familiar with Connie’s work, but Clay is a reader not to be missed. I plan on reading a somewhat abbreviated version of R3 for the holiday season. The readings start tonight at 6 pm and go till 9:30; I’m scheduled for 7:00. There will also be a few numbers from the Rouge’s current production of The Velveteen Rabbit between readings for a totally surreal evening. Here are directions. See you there.

R3 published in Strange Horizons

The Christmas event you’ve all been waiting for, I’m sure. I’m most proud to have a Christmas story published in Strange Horizons. Here’s the link for the story: R3
To get you started, here’s the first paragraph:

R3

With the Soviet Union out of business now for a century, you’d think people would quit telling the joke, the one with the punchline “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.” But no. I bring it out in people. I’m not him, I make that clear. My creators never got the rights to claim I’m Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, the most famous reindeer of all. I’m R3, the second most famous. You’re supposed to say that “R three,” by the way. It looks like “R cubed” to me, but marketing says different. What do I know? In my pre-R3 days I flunked math, flunked everything, got in trouble, went to jail, which is how I ended up volunteering to transfer my wasted intelligence into a faux red-nosed reindeer who shows up every Christmas season like blizzards in Buffalo.

[Read the rest here]

World Fantasy Report

I wish I could report my own reading was a smashing success, but alas, I cannot. My deepest gratitude goes to Karen Wester Newton for being the lone soul at my reading.

Not counting my own, I went to fifteen readings, most of which were quite good. On Friday, I went to hear Lois McMaster Bujold, Carol Emshwiller, Matthew Jarpe, Nick DiChario, M. Rickert, and Hal Duncan. The best were Matthew Jarpe’s reading from a work in progress, Machine Intelligence, M. Rickert reading a political fable about abortion reminiscent of Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” (I can’t find the title in my notes, but it is forthcoming in F & SF, and Hal Duncan reading from Ink and from a new sonnet sequence. Al is a terrific reader, and I love his poetry especially.

Saturday I heard John Grant read the text from an illustrated children’s book in verse, “The Dinosaur Who Came For Christmas” (a work in progress); Laird Barron reading a nifty story “The Lagerstatteâ€� forthcoming in The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy Jan. 2008; Patrick O’Leary reading one of my favorite pieces of the weekend, “That Laugh,” forthcoming in We Think Therefore We Are, an AI anthology; Scott Edelman reading the absolutely delightful “Almost the Last Story by Almost the Last Man,” which will be in Postscripts #12; Jeffrey Ford (that guy again) reading “Drowned Town,” which will be in Eclipse, a new anthology edited by Jonathan Strahan. This was a typically wonderful Ford story, but he left us all hungry for the ending, since he ran out of time.

Sunday I heard David Louis Edelman reading an adventurous excerpt from Multireal; Nancy Kress reading “The Kindness of Strangers,” a beautifully written sf fable about overpopulation forthcoming in Fast Forward 2; Paul Witcover reading from a work in progress about clockmakers (the Latin title of which I won’t mangle here); and finally the treat of the weekend, John Crowley reading from a novel in progress I believe he said is titled Four Freedoms. It was funny, charming, sexy as all get out. I can’t wait to read the finished novel.

If I’ve mangled a title or committed an error of omission, my sincere apologies to the authors. And thanks to them all for keeping me amused, entertained, and enlightened. I didn’t go to a single panel and can’t say I missed them.

The mass autograph session was more fun than I would have anticipated. Several copies of my older novels showed up to be signed, especially Wilderness. And I was particularly pleased to sign a Time and Time Again for a reader who actually loved it. If only there’d been more of her…
The highlight of the awards banquet was Jeff Ford’s win for “Botch Town” in the novella category. He richly deserved it against strong competition. The tasteless, rubbery roast beef at the banquet, however, was easily the low point. Did they boil it or what?

Capclave and foxholes

Capclave was a great time, especially hanging out with Jeff Ford. Highlights were Jeff and Ellen Datlow interviewing each other and Andy Duncan reading a terrific new story involving Flannery O’Connor and a chicken. Last year, Capclave was a bit of a bumpy ride, but this year it ran superbly. All the panels I was on were fun except I think I’m as over the term “interstitial” as I once was over “cyberpunk” when I found myself on panels entitled “Is Cyberpunk Dead?”

For various reasons, mostly the bad photographer, none of my pictures from the con turned out, so I offer this as a consolation prize, the monument to Atheists in Foxholes brought to you be the good people at the Freedom from Religion Foundation:

Great news

I’ve sold a story entitled “Here’s What I Know” to Realms of Fantasy. It’s a ghost story about my dad, and I’m quite proud of it. It’s scheduled for the June 2008 issue.

I’ll be at Capclave this weekend. It looks like a great time with not only GOH Jeffrey Ford but Andy Duncan and Michael Swanwick in attendance—all doing readings. I can’t wait.

Capclave schedule

I just got my schedule for Capclave, October 12-14 in DC (the burbs actually, but it’s on the Metro).

Saturday noon: Point of View. First, second and third person. When and how to use them. How many viewpoints can you sustain in a story? What works and what doesn’t. Panelists: Scott Edelman, Maria Snyder, Bud Sparhawk, Dennis Danvers (m).

Saturday 1 pm: Defining Jeffrey Ford. Classifying our author GOH and all his works. Fantasy? Mystery? New Weird? What genre is he? Panelists: Jeffrey Ford (m), Ellen Datlow, Dennis Danvers, Andy Duncan, Colleen Cahill. (I love that Jeff is moderating)

Saturday 7 pm: Why is “Genre” a Dirty Word? Let’s talk about the way so many people talk about genre fiction with an air of not-so-vague Puritan guilt — they might feel that reading genre is, somehow, lowering or perhaps they were scared in the cradle by somebody equating “make-believe” with filth. Panelists: Mary Jo Putney, Scott Edelman, Dennis Danvers (m), Ian Randal Strock, Kathryn Cramer.

Sunday 1 pm: The New Weird, The Interstitial Arts. What are we trying to accomplish by defining new ways of looking at all/some/a small piece of speculative fiction/science fiction/fantasy? Panelists: Jeffrey Ford, Kathryn Cramer (m), Dennis Danvers, Marilyn “Mattie” Brahen.

Say hello if you come. Jeffrey Ford is the guest of honor, and Ellen Datlow is the editor guest of honor, so it should be quite interesting.

Hurray for RavenCon

Compared to a lot of folks, I haven’t been to that many cons, but by now I’ve been to quite a few of all sizes, plus various similar events ranging from MLA tweedclaves to Romance Writer ginormous gatherings to marginal CritiCons to Book and Meet-the-Author Events of all species, but RavenCon is probably the best run, and considering its size, the most interesting.
Robert J. Sawyer was an outstanding GOH, though unfortunately I couldn’t see half of his events because I was at a competing event. His reading was outstanding, and the panel on social commentary was one of the best I attended.

David B. Coe was also on that panel (we were also on the Sniff-Sniff and Mediocre Characters panels together later), and I consistently found his comments interesting and insightful. Edmund Schubert, who moderated the Sniff-Sniff panel was also quite good on the Mediocre Characters panel, and I heard good reports on his contribution to the workshop track as well. I moderated the late addition Werewolf/Sex panel and it turned into a fun discussion of sex and sexuality in sf and fantasy. The panelists— L. Jagi Lamplighter, Danielle Ackley-McPhail, and Pamela Kinney—were terrific, as was the audience.

Valerie Griswold-Ford who moderated the Death panel at 9 am Sunday morning was a moderator extraordinaire. She was reduced to a panel of me and Steve White and then a guy in the audience gets pissy and storms out as Steve was trying to answer one of his questions. She proved unflappable. Maybe a panel on ways of offing people wasn’t a good fit for first thing in the morning—or maybe some people just need more fiber in their diet.

Elizabeth Massie, who for my money “won” the Author Slamfest, did a great job moderating the Mediocre Character panel and serving as the lone woman on the Sniff-Sniff panel. I definitely intend to check out her stories. Her partner Cortney Skinner was my favorite audience member—calm, intelligent, with valuable questions and comments.

As for the Slamfest, it was a fun experiment that needs some sort of revision. It also would’ve helped to have a larger audience to embarrass ourselves in front of. I also enjoyed the work of fellow slammers CJ Henderson and James Maxey. Mike Allen bravely took on moderating duties, not unlike herding cats.

Once again, a large measure of the success of the con was due to Tony Ruggiero‘s outstanding programming and organizational skills. I never got a chance to talk to the guy—he’s always too busy staying on top of things—but he does great work, and I look forward to RavenCon 2008.

A great weekend. Now (sigh) back to work.

Ravencon starts today

I hope to see you there. I’ve picked up an additional panel in addition to those announced earlier. It’s Saturday 1:00 PM. Here’s the description:

My Lover is a Vampire…or…Maybe A Werewolf…(I can’t decide they are both so hot!)
Are the mainstays of horror being turned into the sex toys of today? Not only women, but yes, men are writing them, and it isn’t just male and female relationships, but even male/male too, and lesser scale female/female. Why are these books being written? What is the attraction for men/women buying these books? What does the future hold?

I’m a little puzzled at the writer’s puzzlement that werewolves and sex would be linked, but we’ll see what my fellow panelists think. I’m moderating, but I don’t yet know who else is on the panel.

I plan to be around for most of the con. Say hello!