Linkspam, 5/17/13 Edition

Strongylodon macrobotrys  Andrew Zuckerman :: flowerthebook.com

Strongylodon macrobotrys
Andrew Zuckerman :: flowerthebook.com

Finally but certainly not least: this was Donna’s last week as a regular here at the Radish. I am going miss her posts and I know I’m not alone. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner than Donna in this particular endeavor. And thus, for her, a lighthouse. She knows why.

Linkspam, 5/10/13 Edition

First, many thanks to Jessica for her wonderful guest post yesterday as well as her contributions to this week’s linkspam!

Second, we have so many links this week that I’ve had to break this into two posts–one for today and one that will post at some point during the weekend.

Linkspam, 5/3/13 Edition

Static, Alex Hall

Static, Alex Hall

Also, I realized that there’s a huge hole in my reading.

How to Suppress Women's Writing, Joanna Russ

How to Suppress Women’s Writing, Joanna Russ

That and Terry Tempest Williams’s When Women Were Birds should make for stimulating weekend reading.

Linkspam, 4/26/13 Edition

Floral Porcelain Skulls by NooN

Floral Porcelain Skulls by NooN

Well. This has been an interesting few days here at the Radish. Hello, everyone! At least it feels like everyone.

First off–I’ve said this elsewhere but I need to say it here as well: I am extremely grateful to Strange Horizons for listening to my concerns and responding in such a positive and constructive manner. They’re one of my favorite speculative fiction magazines and I’m very glad they stepped up to the plate. It really means a lot to me and, I think, to the hard-working people at RT.

Onwards to the weekly linkspam! There’s a lot of good stuff this week. (Incidentally, I’ve started using Mammoth and their Chrome extension for collecting links and it is aces.)

Then, well, this happened:

Low tolerance for this sort of comment today? Check. Person who has written some books I really, truly love pushing one of my buttons? Check. Sadness and upset on my part? Check. There was some back and forth and I then made the decision to not engage any further because my heart was breaking into tiny little pieces–at which point this happened:

 

I was, not exactly happy, more like relieved that Kay was willing to step back and look at what he said and how it was interpreted by a number of other people and engage on the subject and then apologize. And I can’t help but respect that because getting called out really is not fun and so often brings out the worst in people.

Kay’s initial comment is very similar to many other comments I’ve heard about romance from the speculative fiction community and, as E ! pointed out, it really is punching down.  And it definitely hit a nerve on my part and I am glad I spoke up. The more I speak up the easier it seems to get.

Romance is the easy target for a two main reasons: it is the single largest segment of the fiction market and it is dominated by women. And since 90% of everything is crap and there’s so much romance in the market, it can be challenging finding the really good stories amongst the crap. And, of course, what makes a good story is so subjective–each person has their own set of reasons for preferring some kinds of stories over others.

Sometimes the type of story being told is significantly more important than the way in which it is told–I suspect that this is why Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey have been so successful: they feed into the id vortex in ways other works don’t. They touch something deep within some readers in a way that allows to reader to disregard terrible plotting, problematic gender dynamics, slipshod grammar, et cetera.  Most of the readers recognize that these–and other hugely popular novels–are of dubious literary merit and yet: they find value in them anyhow. I’m not arguing for the abolition of editing and proof-reading–I’m just saying that sometimes, for readers, the story trumps all those things.

Judging other people for the kinds of books they read or where they go to get recommendations is something that I think needs to be unlearned. I know I used to be a bit of a book snob (via) myself–I never openly talked about reading romance, I totally did it on the sly and only read science fiction, fantasy, or mysteries in public (with occasional forays into literary fiction). Do you know what cured me of that? Writing for RT and getting to know so many people who read, write, and love romance.  Every book really does have its reader–it’s just a matter of bringing the two together (and that, ultimately, is what reviewing is: matchmaking).

Linkspam, 4/19/13 Edition

Underwater Invasion - Snake Eel, by Jason Isley

Underwater Invasion – Snake Eel, by Jason Isley

Here’s a couple of excellent things to help you get your weekend started:

Starships! from bironic on Vimeo.

(comes at us by way of Liz Bourke)

And this is the pure distilled essence of the internet. I don’t know about anyone else, but my life is now complete.

duck-chase-cat-shark-roomba

Linkspam, 4/12/13 Edition

Alive Without Breath: Keng Lye

Alive Without Breath: Keng Lye
These are amazing and gorgeous and I want one.

Linkspam, 4/5/13 Edition

Arches, Quintuplet, and GC Star Clusters: Rough and Crowded Neighborhood at Galactic Center

Arches, Quintuplet, and GC Star Clusters: Rough and Crowded Neighborhood at Galactic Center

And because it is National Poetry Month (in the US), have a poem! By someone who is not American!

Punishment, Seamus Heaney

I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.

It blows her nipples
to amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs.

I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs.

Under which at first
she was a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin:

her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandage,
her noose a ring

to store
the memories of love.
Little adulteress,
before they punished you

you were flaxen-haired,
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,

I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur

of your brain’s exposed
and darkened combs,
your muscles’ webbing
and all your numbered bones:

I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings,

who would connive
in civilized outrage
yet understand the exact
and tribal, intimate revenge.

I am endlessly fascinated by bog people: Tales from the Bog in which it is revealed that Windeby Girl (the body which was the inspiration for “Punishment”) was no girl and probably died of natural causes. SCIENCE.

Linkspam, 2/22/13 Edition

Unique photos of Chelyabinsk meteorite explosion

Unique photos of Chelyabinsk meteorite explosion (via)

Linkspam, 12/21/12 Edition

End of the World As We Know It

End of the World As We Know It

Friday linkspam is here to tell you that’s great, it starts with an earthquake! Birds and snakes and aeroplanes! And Lenny Bruce is not afraid! Eye of a hurricane! (Okay, I’ll stop now.)

Linkspam, 12/14/12 Edition

Adding a New Dimension to an Old Explosion: Officially known as 1E0102.2-7219, a supernova remnant in the Small Magellanic Cloud.

Adding a New Dimension to an Old Explosion

Linkspam is here to BLOW YOUR MIND.

Both me and Donna are interested in food justice and accessibility, so here are a few links on that subject: