In unrelated to cats news, my short story The Dragon and the Bond popped up on the web today. This is one of those stories that started with a single sentence and then just went on from there: certainly not planned out in the slightest. It's one of my favorite stories from last year, because, dragon.

And since it was originally published last Friday in December, it also marks my ninth short story published in 2013, and the fifth "pro" story -- a record for me for speculative fiction, and the only "independent" one -- that is, a story that is not a Stoneverse story or firmly based in folklore/fairy tale. I'll have more to say about that when I finally get around to posting my 2013 writing/publishing roundup when I have more energy.
First, thank you to whoever kindly paid to upgrade my Dreamwidth account for two months! It's much appreciated, even as it also served as a reminder that I haven't done that much blogging lately. So on that note...

The recent rather heated chatter about SFWA provided one unexpected benefit: I learned that someone named Robin Roberts had written a semi-official biography of Anne McCaffrey, which I somehow missed when it came out in 2007. I guess I was doing a lot of things. Anyway, I've picked it up now.

I'd say almost everyone reading this blog is familiar with science fiction/fantasy writer Anne McCaffrey, arguably best known for her Pern series, which featured another world filled with telepathic dragons, and for being one of the first science fiction authors to make regular appearances on the New York Times bestseller list. The biography covers this, her early life, her marriage, her relationship with her agent Virginia Kidd, her move to Ireland, and a few other gossipy bits.

It's a somewhat odd biography for a number of reasons. Robin Roberts, the author, appears to have more training in academic writing than popular narrative biography. The biography has several places where the timeline is not at all clear. In addition, I get the sense that she wanted to say more, and couldn't, either for legal or other reasons (not enough documentation.) She's not helped by the fact that many of the people discussed in the biography are still very much alive, or were when she was writing the book, including McCaffrey herself and McCaffrey's ex-husband. * So Roberts gives us a lot of information about agent and editor Virginia Kidd (dead), a nicely salacious story about Isaac Asimov (also dead) at Boskone and a throwaway mention that Marion Zimmer Bradley (also also dead) once hit on McCaffrey and that McCaffrey used to go bar hopping to pick up guys, and then drops back to maddeningly discreet hints about other things, which would be less maddening if not for what was already revealed. Mind you, these hints are almost certainly about considerably less interesting or exciting events, but still.

The perhaps most notable gap is with Betty Ballantine, one of McCaffrey's long time editors, all the more glaring thanks to a chapter liberally quoting McCaffrey's correspondence with Kidd, and a offhand concession that Ballantine, not Kidd, helped shape Dragonquest -- the novel that was to help establish Pern as a series. Since McCaffrey's cowriters are also alive, they, too, feel notably absent, with the arguable exception of Elizabeth Ann Scarborough. This is particularly odd since Roberts suggests that McCaffrey was pressured into these co-written books by editor Bill Fawcett, described by Roberts as "aggressive." I sense Roberts believes that McCaffrey should have spent the last years of her career focusing on her own work instead of these co-written projects, but it seems something that could have been explored more.

Roberts also has some rather odd choices of which of McCaffrey's books and characters to focus on. Killashandra Ree gets several passing mentions, but Roberts never stops to tell readers anything about Crystal Singer or its sequels. None of the Pern novels are examined in any depth. Dragonflight is mentioned several places, but never discussed, odd since based on other parts of the biography, McCaffrey's troubled marriage seems to shed some light on that book, and vice versa. In part this is because Roberts earlier wrote a second book focusing just on McCaffrey's fiction, but the standard for literary biography is to include a couple of paragraphs about the author's major works, and Dragonflight, the first of the Pern novels, would certainly seem to merit that attention here. The books Roberts does discuss tend to be McCaffrey's Gothics. It seems Roberts assumed that most readers of the biography would know McCaffrey's science fiction and fantasy. Pern, certainly; I'm less certain about the rest of McCaffrey's works.

This also results in a surprisingly short book. I thought at 243 pages it was already slim for a biography; finding out that forty of these pages contain an index and endnotes with very wide margins just emphasizes how short the book is.

That said, reading about what influenced McCaffrey as a writer and the struggles she went through was illuminating. McCaffrey had certain advantages: a Radcliffe education, a husband who supported her financially if not emotionally as she started to write; a family that had encouraged wide and deep reading. Against this, she faced major sexism inside and outside the publishing industry (her experiences unquestionably shaped many aspects of the earlier Pern books), an abusive husband, multiple episodes of depression, and severe self-esteem problems, not helped by the sexism. She was a trailblazer, but it was not an easy trail to blaze. It's not mentioned in the biography, but it cannot have helped that just as she finally got fully "established," (if by "established" we mean "New York Times bestseller") she came into criticism for being too popular. Her science fiction was often criticized for not being "scientific" enough, or having too much romance. Interestingly enough, one main criticism I hear now about the Pern books is that the romance in the Pern books really isn't romantic at all, but borderline abusive, especially in the earlier Pern books.

As a writer, I must note that it was more than a bit depressing to read that you can earn the Hugo, Nebula, and New York Times bestsellerdom and still be subject to depression, insomnia, massive doubts about your writing, and financial stress. Sigh. To be fair, the financial stress came largely from McCaffrey's legendary financial generosity, so legendary that although it's not mentioned here, at Dragoncon in the late 90s and 2001 unsourced rumor had it that McCaffrey's entourage – her three children, agents, editors and assistants – deliberately vetted fans for financial problems to ensure that McCaffrey wouldn't get taken in by another sob story. From the biography these rumors seem to be greatly exaggerated, but McCaffrey certainly did help out multiple family members, and the biography blames her multiple and not always successful collaborations with various midlist authors in the 1990s on this same generosity. Still.

One minor warning: one or two minor editing issues slipped through here and there. For instance, after continually referring to McCaffrey's elder brother as Hugh throughout most of the book, Roberts suddenly and without explanation calls him "Mac," which leads to a bit of confusion. It's still worth picking up if you're interested in a brief read about one of science fiction's trailblazers.

* Incidentally, this is also the first biography I've read where I can confidently say I've met many of the people mentioned.
Some time ago, Shimmer interviewed me regarding my story, "A Cellar of Terrible Things," which will be appearing in their upcoming issue 15. (Which not at all incidentally is available for preorder here and will be available for real order on Friday! So, upcoming soon!)

During the course of the interview, they made the mistake of asking me for writing advice.

....I think it's safe to say that after that no one will be asking me for writing advice again.
Whether or not you celebrate the day, may you all have a warm and merry day, full of light. And cookies. Cookies are important. And, from me, in lieu of my usual silly holiday poem (because I zonked out on it this year) a free bit of story and magic.

Dragons! )
It be my pleasure to announce to ye brave souls that the third issue of Fantastique Unfettered be available at many fine, fine outlets. It be deserving if a bit of your hard earned or plundered coin, seeing as it be filled with stories of the fabulous, poems of surpassing beauty, interviews with people that be pleasing to pirates, and a wee little story from me own fine keyboard, that be one of me personal favorites, a story that be filled with dragons.

And if all this not be enough for ye, another wee post about that lady of fantastic words, Edith Nesbit, be up at Tor.com awaiting your pleasure and perusal.

And now I must be off for a bit, though the theme of the day do be making me itch to say a few uncomplimentary words about that evil being once naming itself the Sci Fi Channel, but thar be some hunting and plundering ahead for me this morning, and like any proper pirate, me hair must be fixed first.
So! Since I did the last episode late, I figured I'd throw my comments in about this one early! Warning for those reading this on tiny iPhone screens: comments are mildly spoilery for both the first AND the second book. The second book part isn't my fault: blame HBO for throwing it in there. And now, the comments!

All spoilery again. )

Also:

May. 3rd, 2010 08:58 am
Attacking a dragon. Or, well, actually saving it, but it rather looks like an attack.
When I was a kid, I desperately wanted to go to Oz.

Sure, I already lived in upstate New York, in a yard with an enchanted rose garden where shadows could talk to you, if you caught them right at the right moment; Indiana, near a park with magical trees, and in Italy, a place of its own strange magic, where I had a rock playground to conquer and later a small "hidden" area to sneak into and rule. (It wasn't that well hidden.) But I still wanted to visit Oz. After all, in Oz, animals could talk, meals literally grew on trees as complete three course meals (and apparently waste disposal was never a problem); candy grew in great profusion; and girls could wander off into adventures whenever they wished.

And Narnia, again with the talking animals. (I think part of this want was just to talk to talking animals. I admit, after years of living with cats, I am a little less inclined to hear them vocalize their thoughts since I fear this will deteriorate into endless complaints about how their food bowl is not exactly filled to the precise amount needed with the food they most desire, that, and endless conversations about the great advantages of napping and sun and being left utterly alone during these critical sun napping times and that they are not getting scratched enough. But I digress.)

But other places never pulled at me in the same way. I loved the Earthsea books, for instance, and I have always wanted to see a dragon, but the islands themselves felt cold, not places I ever wanted to live. I felt the same way about Pern, even with its fire lizards (I never really wanted to ride any of McCaffery's dragons, though I'd love to have a little fire lizard. Think about how much fun it could have with the cats. And vice versa.). But for whatever reason – perhaps knowing that at certain moments your mind could be overtaken by the mating needs of alien dragons – I never exactly wanted to go there.

Or I found myself only wanting to visit parts of imaginary worlds. I had a faint curiosity about the Shire (though I liked the sound of the food), and none at all about Gondor (which seems to have wretched food), but I most certainly would want to take a boat to the uttermost west and wander in Tol Eressea and Valinor (which has magical food). I would not want to visit most of George RR Martin's Westeros – mostly because I assume I'd lose a couple of feet and hands on the trip – but I would love to spend a day or two resting in the Water Gardens. And, ok, it would be awesome to see the Wall and the Eyrie. Not that I'd want to live in either place.

(In thinking it over it does seem as if my desire to visit imaginary places strongly correlates with the quality of the food there. Or at least the descriptions of the food. Hmm.)

I'm not sure how a writer can build that desire – I'm not sure it's even always a good thing to have in a book. The Oz books, much though I love most of them, are not exactly up to the same literary quality as Le Guin, for instance. And I happily reread books set in places I would never want to see. But that doesn't keep my mind from wandering in the imaginary worlds I'd love to travel in.

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