Go Read This Story
Mari Ness has a story in Ideomancer you should read: Rumpled Skin.
You might remember her story in CW, Remembering Sara, from Summer 2007.
Mari Ness has a story in Ideomancer you should read: Rumpled Skin.
You might remember her story in CW, Remembering Sara, from Summer 2007.
Jo Walton posted this terrific essay on Tor.com:
We’ve all probably had the experience of reading a great SF novel and lending it to a friend—a literate friend who adores A.S. Byatt and E.M. Forster. Sometimes our friend will turn their nose up at the cover, and we’ll say no, really, this is good, you’ll like it. Sometimes our friend does like it, but often we’ll find our friend returning the book with a puzzled grimace, having tried to read it but “just not been able to get into it.” That friend has approached science fiction without the necessary toolkit and has bounced off. It’s not that they’re stupid. It’s not that they can’t read sentences. It’s just that part of the fun of science fiction happens in your head, and their head isn’t having fun, it’s finding it hard work to keep up.
Smart stuff, worth thinking about and discussing.
If you’re not reading Fantasy Magazine, you should check ‘em out.
And if you go there soon, you’re in time to read a bunch of stories so you can vote in their Best Fantasy Story of 2009 Poll and Contest.
If I may, I’d like to direct your attention to a seasonal story by Jo Walton.
Verily, the sky is riven with angels singing
Because I could never hope to match her eloquence, and she graciously gives permission to do so, I’ll simply reprint her letter:
18 December 2009
To Whom it may concern at the Authors Guild:
I have been a member of the Authors Guild since 1972.
At no time during those thirty-seven years was I able to attend the functions, parties, and so forth offered by the Guild to members who happen to live on the other side of the continent. I have naturally resented this geographical discrimination, reflected also in the officership of the Guild, always almost all Easterners. But it was a petty gripe when I compared it to my gratitude to the Guild for the work you were doing in defending writers’ rights. I went on paying top dues and thought it worth it.
And now you have sold us down the river.
I am not going to rehearse any arguments pro and anti the “Google settlement.” You decided to deal with the devil, as it were, and have presented your arguments for doing so. I wish I could accept them. I can’t. There are principles involved, above all the whole concept of copyright; and these you have seen fit to abandon to a corporation, on their terms, without a struggle.
So, after being a loyal if invisible member for so long, I am resigning from the Guild. I am, however, retaining membership in the National Writers Union and the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, both of which opposed the “Google settlement.” They don’t have your clout, but their judgment, I think, is sounder, and their courage greater.
Yours truly,
Ursula K. Le Guin
And I really have nothing valuable to add, beyond my continued admiration for SF’s grande dame.
CoyoteWild’s fiction department is currently on hiatus, and is not accepting submissions at this time. If you placed a story with us it’s released. We’re not dead, we’re only sleeping, and pining for the fjords.
You can still find the old CoyoteWild blog, here. The archives are even intact. I’ll be moving the pertinent information and links to this page, as time permits.
Since CoyoteWild has been on hiatus for a year, now, it’s well past time for us to do some house-keeping.
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