faustus: (seventies)
( Jan. 22nd, 2011 09:37 pm)
A listing, I fear, and I'll add to this if I recall anything else...

CXXXVI: John Brunner, The Shockwave Rider
CXXXVII: John Brunner, The Jagged Orbit
CXXXVIII: Susan L. # Aberth, Leonora Carrington - Surrealism, Alchemy and Art
CXXXIX: Stefan van Raay, Joanna Moorhead and Teresa Arcq, Surreal Friends: Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo and Kati Horna
CXL: Robert Holdstock, Eye Among the Blind
CXLI: Garry Kilworth, In Solitary
CXLII: Robert Holdstock Garry Kilworth, The Night of Kadar
CXLIII: Len Deighton, SS-GB

I'm sure there's more...
I note that there are two or three books I've read which I've yet to list - and I can't remember if I've read one or two Chelsea Quinn Yarbros. Did I read False Dawn? H'mm... What it that memorable?

CXLV: Gregory Benford, In the Ocean of Night (1977) )

CXLVI: Gregory Benford, Timescape (1980) )

CXLVII: Gregory Benford and William Rotsler, Shiva Descending (1980) )

CXKVIII: Wilson Tucker, The Year of the Quiet Sun )
CXIII-CXIV: Suzy McKee Charnas, Walk to the End of the World / Motherlines )

Thinking aloud: Is it because I am a man that I never quite find representations of separatism comfortable? I wonder if I feel it's a cop out? I don't think it's a fear of a loss of my power, but then I cannot see entirely beyond white male privilege. I can see why women-only spaces are desirable, which is big of me, I know, although the intricacies of sex and gender may undercut these. Turn about is fair play.

I've been rereading Larry Townsend's 2069 (1969) in preparation for the rest of the trilogy which is from the 1970s, and the anti-woman stuff is appalling, as he describes a more homophile universe. I suspect representations of separatism replicate patriarchy's essentialism, albeit with a shift of agency. Motherlines does it better than The Wanderground, but is more of a traditional novel.
faustus: (seventies)
( Jun. 7th, 2010 05:35 pm)
It all feels like I'm not achieving enough - which is a familiar OCD complaint, so I'm not sure if it's valid. I have finished a novel and watched a film today though, so the tiptoeing continues. I am worried about three trips to London and one to York before the end of the month, but at least these offer several hours' reading time if I can focus on the train.

On Saturday, I needed to get out of the post code, so I went to Faversham with a friend in the morning. I had checked in advance to discover the book fair, but took that as omen rather than an invitation. It's a very familiar set of stock, and is dullsville. This it proved. We had a quick look in the bookshop on Preston St, Books of Faversham, which keeps erratic hours, and nothing jumped out as a purchase, then looked round the market, and shot down to Past Sentence, where I picked up half a dozen items which I needed, and failed to buy Andromeda, one of those books I seem to wrongly assume I have. I got two follow-ups though, and a new copy of The Atrocity Exhibition to replace a lent one. If it hadn't have been so hot I might have hung round to do tourist stuff, but instead I bought cheese (a Kentish brie and a goat's cheese) and a pork shoulder to slow roast, before hitting the train back to the pub.

LXXXVII: William S. Burroughs, Blade Runner (A Movie) (1979) )

LXXXVIII: Michael Moorcock, Breakfast in the Ruins (1972) )

LXXXIX: D.G. Compton, The Electric Crocodile (1970) )

XC: D.G. Compton, The Missionaries (1972) )

Word count:

50100 / 120000 words. 42% done!

I notice many of my sections begin "[subject] is also explored in [title of text]." I must edit these down.
faustus: (seventies)
( Jun. 1st, 2010 12:36 am)
Curiously, a couple of days away in Chichester gave more reading opportunities than staying at home - three hours on a train with nice, ten minute connections one way (a train waiting at Tonbridge), three and a half hours back (a generous half hour at Redhill, and a nerve wracking four minutes at Tonbridge).

If I were really insane, I could do it as an offpeak day trip even in the week - in Chichester for just gone one, lunch in The Fountain, peruse of Kim's Bookshop, two hours in the gallery, maybe a circumambulation of the walls, back to the station for about six. A Saturday would add hours according to how early I could rise. Return fare avoiding London, with Network Card £13.20. Bargain.

I note that I've never really read Robert Silverberg. I can think of no reason why - I am rereading Lord Valentine's Castle, which I see I was bought for my sixteenth birthday for reasons which escape me, but I never got on with the subsequent volumes. I might have tried his novel of Nightfall. Which may be reason enough. Oddly, a couple of times I thought "How heteronnormative", only for a reference to homosexual to occur. Still, the plots are about men, and there's a quivery attitude to race.

LXXXII: Robert Silverberg, Dying Inside (1972) )

LXXXIII: Robert Silverberg, The World Inside (1971) )

LXXXIV: Robert Silverberg, Tower of Glass (1970) )
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 21st, 2010 01:35 am)
Yesterday was a bit of a trudge, not settling to write, but today, despite an expotition to Paddock Wood and the other Tunbridge Wells, has been more productive of reading. Tomorrow I shall tackle Shikasta.

I awoke this morning to birdsong and a crunching noise; the crunching outlasted the birdsong briefly. A sparrow sang as it went, leg by leg. The trip to Paddock Wood was to see a crucifixion exhibition, the centrepiece of what was designs by Marc Chagall for stained glass windows in Tudeley church. There was another Chagall, a recent discovery, a Gilbert Spencer, a Graham Sutherland or two, a Lee Miller, comic books. Interesting. Then I walked back towards the station and caught a bus to Tunbridge Wells where I was made angry by being diddled out of change and had a sneaky pint of Harvey's Sussex Best. I'd not done this end of Tunbridge Wells before - oddly at the Pantiles, I'd had the sense I was missing something, in fact I thought finding the Pantiles was the rest of Tunbridge Wells, but I hadn't gone uphill from the station before. Despite the coffee shops, I think I prefer my TW. But I found a Julian Graves and bought dried fruit and a Rooks and bought some pork, which even now is slow roasting and smells delicious.

LXXIV: William S. Burroughs, Port of Saints (1973) )

LXXV: Doris Lessing, Briefing for a Descent into Hell (1971) )

LXXVI: Barry Malzberg, The Destruction of the Temple (1973) )
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 19th, 2010 12:23 am)
A productive day, leavened by some bad news. I've also caught up another episode and a half of Ashes to Ashes, which seems to be hinting at the it's-all-a-spaceship solution, and thus more "Major Tom" than "Life on Mars".

I watched - probably rewatched - the first two Omen movies, which would be on the very edge of sf, but for the presumably 1982 (or maybe 1989) setting of Damien: Omen II.

LXXIII: Kilgore Trout, Venus on the Half-Shell (1975) )

And now the bad news: Tom the Cheese Man is to retire. I shall have to go to Whitstable more to use the cheese shop there, or Faversham market. I am not happy, but unsurprised.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 17th, 2010 12:48 am)
Reads, not rereads, for once.

LXIX: M. John Harrison, The Committed Men (1971) )

LXX: M. John Harrison, The Centauri Device (1975) )

LXXI: Gardner Dozois, Strangers (1978) )

End of week three, and twenty-seven novels read (nine this week). I need to watch some films and tv, and get a bit of a grip on time out.

Seasonally adjusted word count:

46100 / 120000 words. 38% done!

11 October is the projected end date, so I've pulled back a day, but I have some chunks I need to get written.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 9th, 2010 10:42 am)
I need to get back on track next week, but writing is being done as is reading.

I seem to be working on the gender and feminism chapter, so I'm going to have to have another go at reading Tiptree. I'm painfully aware, however, that this chapter ought to be 6,500 words longs, and there's still much more to go in. I'm hoping stuff will be decantable - obviously it won't just be this chapter that has women writers in it, but this is the obvious place to discuss gender.

LIX: Joanna Russ, We Who Are About Two... (1977), LX: Joanna Russ, The Two of Them (1973), LXI: Joanna Russ, The Female Man (1975) )

LXII: Richard Bach, John Livingston, Seagull (1970) )

52 up! 62, even. Can't count.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 7th, 2010 12:33 am)
In May 1997 I had my hair cut - probably for the first time in two years. Since then - aside from a bit of growing to an inch - I've been no. 4 to no. 0. I don't want have to start growing my hair down to my ass again.

I'm surprised I got anything done today, given a stuff up over the council tax which came to light today. I am still waiting for the council to phone me back.

Mostly today has been reading around feminism, and failing to find all the stuff I was convinced I'd written six months ago. Today's question: who coined the label second-wave feminism and where and when? The first part appears to be Marsha Lear, who so far evades Google fu and doesn't show up at the Library of Congress catalog, nor in Lisa Tuttle's Encyclopedia of Feminism. I suspect I'm also going to need a copy of "The Image of Women in Science Fiction", which ought to be in To Write Like a Woman but isn't. I once had a photocopy, but now? H'mm. A copy of Images of Women in Fiction: Feminist Perspectives, ed. Susan Koppelman Cornillon will be sought. [Campus on the Hill: PD 826.W6]


LVIII: Farah Mendlesohn (ed.) On Joanna Russ (2009)
I suspect that if I'd sat down and analysed the contents page and seen some abstracts I could have predicted the way I'd react to each chapter - I wasn't entirely convinced by Paul March-Russell's connection of Russ and Loy (but perhaps I don't know Loy well enough) and Brian Clarke's Deleuze/Guattari's theories left me cold as always. I didn't expect to like Delany's use of DW Griffith, but he convinced me, but in part the connection didn't matter save as performance. I was amused by one writer quoting Russ talking about how (male) reviewers see her work as violent, and then Jason P. Vest writing about how violent her work is. I spotted a few glitches - Bakhtin 1968 seemed to become Bakhtin 1965, "The Second Inquisition" was 1968 or 1970, Women of Wonder 1974 or 1975. I reread my own piece, and didn't hate it, but it felt a little overpowering. If I recall a reviewer suggested I goofed by saying the narrator murders all the characters in We Who Are About To... - "she is not averse to hastening the extinction of the passengers and crew by killing in self-defense" doesn't say all.

This sounds all more negative than I want - it is a good solid collection, with no obvious gaps - but I took fewer notes than I expected to. I'll be dipping back in, of course, but I didn't quite get what I want for the current project; I'm not sure what I wanted, but... On the other hand, the early chapters about the sf community sparked some useful thoughts, and I will be using that. I need to scratch my head a bit more about Vonda McIntyre.

Here's a thought: I've always had the notion that We Who Are About To... parodies the shipwrecked rebuilding society/crashed spaceship rebuilding the world. One chapter here makes good links to Lost in Space and Gilligan's Island, but surely there's more solidly sf there. I've gone blank. Robinsonades? No reproduction for Crusoe.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 6th, 2010 01:08 am)
A frustrating and then pleasing day. Some writing achieved, some reading done - though not as much as hoped - and I had to decide whether to go for a coffee or the pub before catching a bus to the Carbuncle. Since there were rumours of waistcoats in the YMCA I went there - only to find it's closed down. I popped into the Children's Society Shop, only to find a DVD with the film on that I'd ordered an hour earlier. At least the one I ordered was cheaper, but this had three more films on it. I would imagine them all turkeys. Then to Bux to work and read - and I ordered the wrong coffee. Still, good typing, another couple of books ordered, and some useful research. I went for the bus and missed the one I wanted by 30 seconds. More work in the cafe and then Bring Me Sunshine, a one man show about Eric Morecambe. Brilliant, funny and sad, with a ventriloquist's dummy as Ernie Wise.

LVII: E.L. Doctorow, Ragtime (1975) )
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 2nd, 2010 12:18 am)
Last night I found my copy of The Custodians, so I read "Piper at the Gates of Dawn" in the bath today. I thought I had a copy. It was on my dining table, and bought in Windsor in 2001. I have no memory of being in Windsor then. Ah, Windsor, Melbourne. Good job I checked.


LII: Richard Cowper, Twilight of Briareus (1974)
Thriller set before and during a new ice age - more psi powers on display and more time travel ish stuff. Disappeared into a manuscript to avoid a proper ending.

LIII: C.J. Cherryh, Gate of Ivrel (1976)
First of the Morgaine trilogy - with pages that are bad Scrabble hands ("Delo'ruv was in Addhgno..."). Volume two tomorrow, volume three Monday.

I also finished watching season one of The Clangers, which gets political toward the end. I might watch season two next.
faustus: (seventies)
( Apr. 30th, 2010 02:02 am)
Today was very much a reading day - although I'd hoped to get one more read as these are all rereads, and tend to come in at the 160 rather than 200 page count.

XLIX: Richard Cowper, Kuldesak (1972)
L: Richard Cowper, Time Out of Mind (1973)
LI: Richard Cowper, The Road to Corlay (1978)

Kuldesak is the real disappointment - postholocaust humans living like rabbits in underground tunnels. Time Out of Mind is a retread of Domino, with the protagonist having a vision of someone he has yet to meet and an instruction to kill someone. Finally - yes I skipped chronology - the first volume of the White Bird of Kinship trilogy, where the pipes of the martyr Thomas in a post-diluvial Britain are passed to a new leader. I had forgotten the present/near future thread of the narrative, and confess I can't see what purpose it serves beyond Cowper likes these double time schemes.

The post brought The Feminine Eye, which covers the right people, at least:

  • Arbur, Rosemarie "Leigh Brackett: No Long Goodbye' Is Good Enough", pp. 1-13
  • Mathews, Patricia "C. L. Moore's Classic Science Fiction", pp. 14-24.
  • Schlobin, R. C. "Andre Norton: Humanity Amid the Hardware", pp. 25-31.
  • Brizzi, M. T. "C. J. Cherryh and Tomorrow's New Sex Roles", pp. 32-47.
  • Frisch, Adam J. "Toward New Sexual Identities: James Tiptree, Jr.", pp. 48-59.
  • Barr, Marleen "Holding Fast to Feminism and Moving Beyond: Suzy McKee Charnas's The Vampire Tapestry", pp. 60-72.
  • Schwartz, S. M. "Marion Zimmer Bradley's Ethic of Freedom", pp. 73-88.
  • Chapman, E. L. "Sex, Satire, and Feminism in the Science Fiction of Suzette Haden Elgin", pp. 89-102.
  • Yoke, C. B. "From Alienation of Personal Triumph: The Science Fiction of Joan D. Vinge", pp. 103-130.

Looking through, however, I see there are a couple of names I've overlooked, and more books need to be ordered. Sigh.


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