I’m sort of a routine oriented guy. This is something I’ve known a long time but I appreciate it even more after giving myself time off from routines and finding how difficult it can get back into doing even those activities that I love after hiatus. The routine doesn’t just make them manageable, it ensures that I get to the things I want.
We all hit an impasse at times when we feel we have to give something up to try something new. Or else we have to let one things slide to pay proper attention to another. I want to spend time with my lady, and my friends, and my pets. I want to read and write daily and exercise regularly and be proactive at work and develop my career skills for the future. I want to cook more and keep the house clean for my sanity and fight the impulse to act entirely on a schedule so that surprise wonderfuls can happen.
I am not alone in any or in fact all of this.
Then we find some new thing that we want to try, and it’s gonna require some practice. Or maybe its something we’ve always wanted to get around to. Like the common lament, “I wish I had time to read,” the answer is that you do. But you have to make priorities. You can’t do it all but you can figure out what is most important and focus on those, perhaps at the expense of all else.
I’ve been dying to start brewing for years now. I adore beer—in case that hasn’t come across yet—and the scientific and arty cook parts of me want to dive in and start making things as I wish. I have still only accumulated a couple of the pieces I need. Something else always takes my time or money. I’m really ready for that to start. I’m ready to reshuffle some things to allow the brewing to come in.
But I’d also really like to start volunteering, preferably with the prison system. (Please don’t read that as for them. I want to help prisoners, not legislators and wardens and those that profit from the system. I have very strong feelings in this regard.) I’d also like to start taking time to meditate.
All of these require a significant commitment of time. At least one of them has to come soon. Here’s hoping I can figure out how to shoehorn in more.What tasks have you been putting off? What have you always wanted to do if only the time would present itself? Maybe we can make a pact? Maybe I commit to you to doing something new that I’ve always wanted to try and you do the same to me and we keep each other honest? What do you think?
Lots of people have been talking about Snowpiercer this week and it’s got me all excited. I won’t go into it all but director Bong Joon-ho, who previously made The Host (2006), chose a limited US release by Weinstein rather than cut the film and add a voiceover. He made the right choice, it seems, as his cut is fantastic, exciting, and smart and the film is on the way to being a sleeper hit.
Synopsis (IMDb): Set in a future where a failed climate-change experiment kills all life on the planet except for a lucky few who boarded the Snowpiercer, a train that travels around the globe, where a class system emerges.
Now I loved The Host. Enough that Bong Joon-ho shares a place in my heart with Alfonso Cuaron and the Coen Brothers. If they make it, it’s good enough reason to see. So when I heard about Snowpiercer last year, I was super excited to see it. Then I lost track of movies and plum forgot.
As the US release approached, the trailer started circulating again and I was once again excited and I put the movie on my list.
Dystopia is firmly in my wheelhouse, as are stories about class divisions and collisions, so even from another director this movie would have intrigued me. Impressive cast and what looked like great SFX? All gravy.
What I absolutely was not expecting were the similarities to a series of books I’ve talked about plenty in the past. Snowpiercer has a great deal in common with Hugh Howey’s WOOL, and that is just greeeeeat.
Interestingly diverse cast of characters
Let’s clarify terms here. The WOOL-verse is not terrible diverse in regards to ethnic and religious backgrounds as it tends to preserve the rough demographics of the conditions under which the silos were populated. I don’t want to go too much into this as it is something of a major reveal in the Shift trilogy but suffice it to say that Howey doesn’t make much mention of racial-ethnic-religious difference. Class is the division in these books. Even so, the characters are diverse in interest and well-flushed throughout the WOOL stories.
Snowpiercer does that one better by doing right by POCs. The film supports two male leads and a male and a female antagonist (all white) but there are also lots of roles including those of African and Asian decent, male and female, that fulfill no bs archetype or stereotypes with which I’m familiar. The last remnants of humankind are from across the spectrum
But, as I say, in both stories it is class that creates the greatest promise for, and delivery of, conflict. WOOL and Snowpiercer each exist in dystopic worlds in which little is what it seems. The degree to which class difference is on display from the start differs—in WOOL it is not as clear to the participants that something is up—but both stories are concerns with crumbling facades only barely held up by traditional, control, and misinformation. Additionally, both WOOL and Snowpiercer offer genuinely interesting reveals even for the cynic who’s guessed it all.
Play on the generational starship saving the remnants of humankind
I’ve spent the last year and a half very interested in this idea—and writing a good deal on it myself. I might credit Octavia Butler’s sf conception of the inevitability of interstellar travel in light of the Gaia hypothesis or I might honestly look to any number of books, shows, and films. I enjoy the philosophical allowance that humanity in hostile microcosm allows.
While WOOL addresses this idea via the silos and protection from a ruined environment, Snowpiercer does much the same with an ever-moving train … and … a ruined environment. In each, there is but a single conveyance to assure the continuation of the world. Just what that world is or may be or how it is administered is up for debate and, ultimately, massive response, and thus:
Past and present revolts
In each story, the disenfranchised are a mythic and historic legacy of failed revolution. A new revolt is ever on the horizon. The promise of something better remains and the haves have plenty of weight to throw around to tip the scales.
Unexpected power dynamics
I’ve alluded to this already but I really have no interest in giving away the big reveals from either story. If you want spoilers, there are tons of reviews of each other there. Enjoy. Suffice it to say that power does not work quite as you might have imagined—unless you’re a hopelessly cynical jerk—nor is it as hopelessly entrenched as we are want to believe.
Control of communications
Tom Moylan, in his two great books on utopia/dystopia points to the control of communications in dystopia as one of the only central and ever-lasting elements of the form. He is not the first, nor is this the mere play of fiction on fiction. Through time, conquering armies have sought to lay siege to free communication, often to replace it with propaganda. Snowpiercer and WOOL are no exception and the manner in which controlled communication is metered in each story has unique implications for how these writers read the problems threatening free communication in our own world.
Ridley Scott is a good director, with plenty of great credits to his name, even if I personally dislike a few of his biggest titles. Even so, Hollywood has an abysmal record with adaptations. Maybe the numbers are better in genre, maybe not, but I just don’t know that I’m ever going to see the WOOL adaptation I’ve wanted for years. I’m now ok with that. If you love WOOL, or sf films, or Bong Joon-ho, or dystopia, or great action, or mind-fucks in general, this is a must watch. Chris Evans gives a Puncture level performance, great POC characters, lots of great supporting actors, etc, and on. Go see it in theaters in you can or, if not, get it on demand most places right now.
An artist was someone who worked, not some special being exempt from the claims of ordinary life. — Tobias Wolff (via theparisreview)
First, I took a month-ish off from writing to get right down to it and enjoy every bit of the World Cup. Now, starting with ‘Murica Day tomorrow, I’ll be off for two weeks to watch the quarters through the final and then move everything I own and everything she owns into a single place we will cohabitate. Sin! Scandal! Less commuting!!!
Seriously though, there’re a couple of good weeks on the horizon to me. I may start doing some writing exercises again on non-game days so I can ease back in without too much worry that rusty writing is going into something I care about. Writing Excuses has been working through their 3-slider method of character development and adjustment and I rather like the idea, so I may try to spin a character in a short piece or maybe I’ll rewrite an older story. Who knows.
One thing is for sure. I want to submit a short work for publication soon and post another here around the same time. I’ve hinted at this in the past but never gotten around to it because to date I’ve not disseminated my sf to a wide audience. No time like the present.
Hoping everyone is well and getting lots of good summer reading in. I finished Karen Lord's The Best of All Possible Worlds yesterday and I really loved it. Her work has been compared to the social sf and other genre fiction of Ursula K. Le Guin and China Mieville and I think the comparison apt. I was utterly unaware that Lord’s novel was primarily a romance until well over halfway into it and enjoyed the developing cross-cultural love all the more for it. As one not particularly drawn to romance stories, I’d highly recommend it to all interested in social sf.
Now to switch gears with Daryl Gregory's Afterparty.
Oh, and with the USA out of the Cup, my remaining teams are Brazil, Netherlands, and Germany in that order.
Just a quick thing. Just one of dem posts because I honestly feel almost without direction taking this month off from writing.
I was reading a roundtable discussion in Lightspeed Magazine between Ursula K. Le Guin, Pat Cadigan, Ellen Datlow, and Nancy Kress on how women have destroyed SF. A tongue-in-cheek conceit obviously but in keeping with the theme of the issue which features all female SF writers, many of whom are considered the top of the genre.
The discussion was largely about how they’ve seen sf change during their time as writers and an interesting idea stuck me which I would like to start following through with a bit of anecdotal evidence.
I don’t believe that there is such a person for whom some genre work has not had a significant impact on their life. I’ll go on step further, as the title suggest, to say that I don’t believe that there exist an individual who does not love at least one genre work. Be it SF, horror, fantasy, or mystery. Be it interactive media, fiction, television, or film. Be they non-readers, literature professors, bankers, or well-read Somali pirates. I can’t think of an instance where someone can legitimately and unreservedly pretend that a genre work has not had a significant impact on them.
My wonderful girlfriend, for instance, is no sf fan. She is Victorian and regency almost through and through. Nevermind that we met in a graduate seminar on dystopia (super cool, aye?), she never reads sf on her own and never explores sf television without my relentless prodding. Yet from the class she found Yevgeny Zamyatin’s We, which she now counts among her favorite novels. Last year, she accompanied me for one day to Worldcon and sqweed over the Doctor Who retrospective.
This is hardly conclusive, I know, but even those who find in genre nothing but frivolity will eventually show the chink in their armor. They will pretend that 1984 is somehow above sf or that Dracula or Frankenstein are somehow not of the horror and sf-horror worlds, respectively. Dig deep enough and I am certain that the only reason these few can claim to have no genre interest is that they have reasoned their way into a corner where genre only ever equals shit.
They are wrong, about genre and about their love. Let’s prove this theory.
I’m both disheartened and elated to report that I miss my daily writing. I have decided to take the month off for mind wandering and footie matches. While not strictly prohibiting myself from writing, I’ve decided to take the inspiration path for the duration of the Cup. If the mood strikes, I will too, but the dailys are gone for now.
This disheartens me because I realize that I really have come to love that daily routine and, thought at times I just wanna screw around, I would really like to get back to it. However, I’m elated to find that it isn’t merely something I convinced myself I need. It’s really just something I need. I’m looking forward to getting back in the mode in July.