Last weekend I was clearing out a long-neglected corner of our house when I found a letter addressed to me. “Weird,” I said to myself, looking at the envelope. “That looks like my own writing, too.” Then I realized: it was a rejection slip. The postmark was from three years ago. I had gotten it, instantly recognized what it was, and tucked it away in this corner without bothering to open it.
Now I opened it, and saw that it was a rejection for “The Lawless Hours,” the Morlock novella which is out this week in Black Gate 11.
So now I’m using the rejection slip as a bookmark while I read my way through the issue. It’s oddly satisfying, like drinking a toast from the skull of one’s slain enemy. Only not as, you know, morally problematic.
Also synchronicitiferous, I read this morning (courtesy of kythiaranos and “Pat’s Hotlist”) Jonathan McCalmont’s latest screed arguing that fantasy is inherently authoritarian. The synchronicity comes in because (I don’t think this is a spoiler), in “The Lawless Hours” Morlock acts as the catalyst in disrupting an authoritarian regime, though that’s not really what the story is about.
Part of the Politicization of Everything is the way that politics gets treated as the norm of meaningful human interaction. In fact, although politics is necessary for dealing with groups of individuals, it’s a pretty blunt instrument for dealing with the individual (or internal) human interactions that fiction is really about. I would say something like this on McCalmont’s blog, but he’s one of these “But, still…” guys: it doesn’t matter what wealth of contradictory evidence and argument you bring to him; his original position always turns out to be the Only Correct One.
More later, maybe: I’m running late for some human interactions.