My post about Madeleine L'Engle's early novel, The Joys of Love, just popped up at

And that's the last of the L'Engle posts, everyone. Next week, Freddy the Pig!
This week's usual post, about Madeleine L'Engle's A Winter's Love, just popped up here.

This leaves me with either one or two more L'Engle posts to go -- one, about The Joys of Love, is pretty definite. (Mostly because Macmillan actually sent that one to me.) That will probably pop up next week.

And then -- well, I did mention at one point that I was planning to review A Live Coal in the Sea. But that was at the beginning of this reread, when I was a happy and optimistic rereader, and now I have grave doubts about my willingness to write it up. It's not speculative fiction, I hate it, and I only mentioned it because it is technically the sequel to Camilla, which I did cover previously. So chances are good that after this, I'm moving directly on to the Freddy the Pig books. Which feature a talking pig trying to become Sherlock Holmes. Among other things. This should be entertaining.
Slept for twelve hours last night and still feel a bit wonky, so posts about Wednesday at IAFA and the great Zach Johnson crotch shot and the cute little baby sandhill cranes are all going to have to wait for a bit as I save my energy for the rest of IAFA. (I must kidnap [profile] brit_mandelo for at least ONE meal.)

But you don't have to wait for this week's post, about Troubling a Star, which went up yesterday. I'll be responding to comments there sometime next week.
1. The latest Madeleine L'Engle reread, about Many Waters, is up at Bonus! No inappropriate sex, homophobia or racism issues in this post or the comments. Yet.

2. Speaking of this sort of thing and, since I know none of you are popping back to look at my old posts, I thought I'd alert you to a comment left by a publisher on my post about The Silver Princess in Oz, to let me know that they are reprinting Silver Princess with the racist content removed.

I haven't taken a look at this revised Silver Princess, although it's available in ebook format for the Nook and iPad, largely because my ongoing response to Silver Princess is that I never need to read it again. I am also dubious about the value of changing texts: true, I hated, but hated, the ending of Silver Princess and I wish it had never been written, but I do think there's some value in remembering that publishers once found it completely acceptable to print stuff like that.

But that disclaimer aside, there's another bit, the bit of me that loves Oz and loves the way that 38 of the 40 Oz books welcomed and accepted everyone, no matter how different or strange, that wants other Oz readers to be able to experience that warm welcome in every Oz book, including this one. So part of me welcomes this change.

3. In completely unrelated news, I have just discovered that the only two things I planned to do in March -- The Arnold Palmer Invitational, which I have tickets for (birthday gift), and the International Conference for the Fantastic in the Arts, which I've already signed up for, are taking place on the same days. Grr.

I'm not really sure how I'm going to be working this out. My initial thought of going to the Arnold Palmer on Sunday probably won't work since I've promised to meet with an old college friend on Sunday, who last I heard wasn't a golf fan, and since I want to give the extra ticket to my brother. More probably, I'll see if I can work something out with him where we go to the Invite on either Wednesday or Thursday (preferably Thursday) during the day, I collapse for a bit, and then show up at IAFA in the evening. I'll check and see when registration is open.

4. Finally, apologies for the lack of blog posts recently; I have been unbelievably exhausted. Which is one worry about the combined IAFA/Arnold Palmer thing.
My post about A House Like a Lotus is up at

In unrelated news I am absolutely wiped again today; this is discouraging. Going to try to track down some hot chocolate as a combined mild caffeine/cheering package.
My post about Madeleine L'Engle's A Severed Wasp just went live.

Since this is a book dealing with both Nazis and bisexuals and forgiveness, with a touch of child abuse thrown in, I found it very difficult to write a balanced review here. If you're not happy about reading about any of this, can I mention again that Tongueless, loosely based on a Greek myth of revenge, is up at Strange Horizons today?
At last, the post you have been waiting for! (Maybe.) My half-rant, half post about A Swiftly Tilting Planet is up at Two comments so far are iffy about my post, thrilled with the poetry in the book. Feel free to join in :)

On a somewhat related note, alerted me to the existence of The Bottle of Wits: Princess Bride Wine. Have fun using it to storm the castle!
I interrupt a much happier post about Tarpon Springs, Florida, and some work on two upcoming novellas, to alert you to yes, still more wrong from the New York Times, in a review of A Wrinkle in Time.

I hardly know where to begin. Let's see:

1. It's Mrs. Whatsit, not Mrs. Whastis. Right there on the blurb, even. (This might have been a typo but I am not inclined to give the New York Times much credit here.)

2. Charles Wallace, Asperger's? Seriously?

3. Having just read through pretty much every one of L'Engle's novels, I can assure you that good absolutely does not always triumph over evil in L'Engle's fiction, and indeed, her issue was attempting to reconcile her belief in a divine god of love and goodness with her realization that evil absolutely exists in the world, and that sometimes, evil wins. Her argument is not that good always triumphs, but that even in a world filled with evil and horror, we still need forgiveness and love, and we still need to fight against the darkness. As troubled as I have been by some of her moral judgments in some books, this is a message that resonates with me.

4. Girls read science fiction.

I shouldn't have to say it. It's even in the article, which admits that although the science fiction readership is dominated by men, women do read it. We even write it.

And yet here we have the New York Times trotting out, yet again, this canard that girls and women don't read science fiction. We do. We even write it. And for the record, the seminal science fiction work for me as a kid was not A Wrinkle in Time: it was Star Trek, which had a girl exploring space and talking to aliens. It was Lester Del Rey's A Runaway Robot,* the book that introduced me to robots and which at the time I thought was the best book ever written.** Those were the works that let me find A Wrinkle in Time. And robots.

Enough, New York Times. Enough.

* Which according to Wikipedia wasn't even written by Del Rey? Huh. Who knew?

** I was six. I also loved the Bobbsey Twin books and since we'd just moved to Italy, was about to start on loving Enid Blyton. Be kind.
Overdoing things for the last two days has left me really wonky today; I was more or less out of this morning and then really out of it later, and I sense this is going to be a fairly unproductive day all around.

However, it's Thursday, which means it's time for the next Madeleine L'Engle book, Dragons in the Waters.

As I noted previously, responses to these posts are tending to trickle in -- chatter about The Young Unicorns, for instance, continued all the way into this week, although it seems to have mutated into a conversation about English versus French horns. We'll see if this trend continues through the rest of the reread.
1. As I announced in a couple places elsewhere, my poem Snowmelt was nominated for a Rhysling Award.

I don't often have favorites among my poems, but "Snowmelt" was one of the rare poems that entirely satisfied me, and hands down the poem I was proudest of last year. I have, you see, a slight – very slight – obsession with structured poetry, but I can only rarely make it work. "Snowmelt," which mingles a triolet, rondeau, pantoum and a sonnet in with other mirrored and structured works, takes that obsession to new levels, and I'm delighted that someone else has decided to indulge my obsession with a nice nod of recognition.

Assuming the goblins cooperate, I believe we'll have a bit more news about Goblin Fruit, where this poem initially appeared, in the next few days....although you never quite know with goblins. Tricksy creatures, they be.

2. And since it's Thursday, it must be time for another post, this one about A Wind in the Door. I'll also note that people have already started chattering about A Severed Wasp in the comments on earlier posts, which suggests that we'll be having some interesting comments once we get to that book (not for a few more weeks.)

3. A few other good and interesting things are happening on the publishing front that I can't blog about quite yet, but, well, as they say, watch this space. Nothing good is happening on the writing front, where my work in progress can be best compared to that of a turtle who has decided that, you know, even this crawling thing is Too. Much. I've just been too tired to think clearly.

....why is the Batman theme song playing outside?

Anyway. Off to try to trick out a few more words.
Sigh. Feeling a bit better after yesterday's wave of vertigo/fatigue, but still zonked, which does not bode well for procuring cat food today and running other errands today. On the other hand, not procuring cat food will lead to the inevitable Dance of the Kitty Paws which does not bode well for sleep. I sense doom either way.

Meanwhile, while I was out of it, my post about The Young Unicorns went up yesterday. And speaking of, they are also running something else this week of interest to at least a couple of you: A David Bowie week.

(And their annual Reader's Choice thingy, where you can nominate your favorite novels, short fiction, and so on, if you are so inclined, and currently take a look at the way a couple of independent novelists are leveraging this opportunity to garner some increased attention for their books.)
The latest Madeleine L'Engle post, about The Arm of the Starfish, went up at today.

This was the first of the L'Engle posts that I found difficult to write, tangled as I was between boredom with the book and severe ethical issues with the book.

Interestingly enough, I am finding that as L'Engle's Christian faith deepened and became a stronger presence in her novels (it was never quite absent, but And Both Were Young and Camilla were not particularly Christian books), her morality gets a bit more -- what is the word I'm looking for? Suspect? Questionable? -- with the exception of A Ring of Endless Light. (So far; I haven't finished rereading everything yet.) Then again, this may be less her Christianity, and more aging in a world that did not always bring her joy, and which was filled with the very real terror for her of the Soviet Union.
Going in and out of dizziness/vertigo today, which is both depressing and making it difficult to focus on much, but a couple of other things going on today:

1. The Madeleine L'Engle reread continues with A Wrinkle in Time. Much thanks to Catherynne Valente ([personal profile] catvalente) for insights with this one.

2. In related news, is giving away A Wrinkle in Time Tote Bags -- all you have to do is comment on that post, and you're entered to win.

3. It will surprise nobody that so far, more people have commented on the tote bag than on the actual A Wrinkle in Time post. But this may change - as I noted last time, the comments on the L'Engle posts are more the slowly trickling in kind.

4. In other publishing news, my copy of Future Lovecraft, containing my poem "Do Not Imagine," finally arrived today and instantly attempted to attack a cat. No, really. (Though to be fair that was partly me being dizzy.) This is just in time for tonight's Future Lovecraft chat on Twitter. I'm not entirely sure what's happening here, but apparently it starts at 9 PM EST, 6 PM Pacific.

Future Lovecraft is available here, for Kindle here, here and for the Nook here, and through independent (yay!) bookstore Powells here. (It looks as if Powells is also selling an Adobe Digital Edition which works with the Nook.) Whew.

And with that I need to lie down for a bit to be ready for this chat. I'll also be answering comments on the Wrinkle in Time post later this evening.
Yes, I know: my blogging has slacked off terribly these past few weeks, except for the occasional self-pimping post...and I'm back today with another self-pimping post. It's not that I don't have things to blog about, exactly -- I do -- but I am finding it difficult to put those thoughts into words, or, rather, coherent words.

But I did blog about Meet the Austins over at yesterday. Interesting note on these L'Engle posts: usually people comment on my posts, if they comment at all (which isn't often) within a day of the post popping up. Here, the comments are popping up later, so if you want to see where the discussion for, say, And Both Were Young went and why the book might be like Twilight, you might need to check back later.

In other self-pimping news, my contributors copies of Mythic Delirium 25 popped into the mailbox this morning (apparently we are all good as long as everything can get squeezed into the mailbox, which with today's mail meant quite a bit of squeezing), which means I shall be pulling a few moments from the day to lose myself in the weaving of words.

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