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More Drollerie authors re-pubbing

C.G. Bauer, who wrote the excellent little horror novel Scars on the Face of God, has reissued his book as a self-pubbed ebook to Amazon and Smashwords. I’ve actually read this one, and can attest it was quite good; my old review post for it is here.

Meanwhile, Rachael Olivier has reissued her book The Holly and the Ivan as a self-pubbed paperback via Lulu.com. You can find that over here.

I’m hearing rumblings from a few other of my fellow former Drollerie authors that they’ll be reissuing their works in self-pubbed form, too; in particular, keep an eye out for Joely Sue Burkhart’s Shanhasson trilogy. If you liked Faerie Blood or Defiance, do consider finding and supporting these other works! I will keep posting links as I find them.

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Drollerie authors finding new homes

Drollerie may have fallen out from under us, but I’m relieved to see the first wave of my fellow Drollerie authors finding homes for their work elsewhere. With that in mind, I’d like to commend to your attention my fellow ex-Drollerie author John B. Rosenman, whose book Alien Dreams has gotten a new home at Crossroad Press. The book, if you are so inclined, can be found on that site here.

Give John a look if you’re SF-inclined, and tell him I sent you, won’t you? Thank you!

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Sometimes, bigotry doesn’t pay

I know, I know, I’m supposed to be rigged for silent running this week. I’m waking up again to post this, because it’s important.

As y’all know I’m a member of the Outer Alliance, and the word broke today over the OA’s mailing list about a particularly noxious little adaptation of nothing less than Hamlet, by Orson Scott Card. Those of you who’ve been following this issue already, or who already know about Card’s rampant homophobia, you know where I’m going with this.

According to this review, his big shocking change to the story is that Hamlet’s father was not only gay, he was also a child molester. That he molested Horatio and Laertes and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, thereby turning all of them gay. And, as a cherry on top of the bigotry sundae, Hamlet’s dad’s ghost is looking forward to his “beautiful son” joining him in Hell.

Folks, I’m not inherently opposed to adaptations of the classics. Modern popular culture is full of excellent adaptations of many of Shakespeare’s works, and SF/F certainly has its share of them. But I’m opposed to them when they go out of their way to perpetuate lethal stereotypes about queer people. And even aside from that, if the reviewer’s description of the prose tasting like “saltines without salt” is any sign, this particular adaptation is wretched even aside from its being a hatefest.

Another member of the OA mailing list has, however, pointed out a gem of hope and light here: i.e., that the small print run of this novella has not in fact sold out, indicating that not too many have elected to throw their money at it. Ditto for how the previous Tor release in which Card’s work appeared isn’t selling too well either on Amazon.

So to all of you who never knew about this work, I’m a bit sorry to have brought it to your attention, and can only hope you will continue to not only not buy it, but will specifically not buy it because bigotry is not okay. To those of you who already knew about it and elected not to buy it on that basis, I thank you.

To counter its existence, I’d like to commend to your attention the Lethe Press anthology Time Well Bent, in which userinfocatherineldf has a story in which Shakespeare isn’t queer, but his sister Judith is–and so is his friend Kit Marlowe. Hayden Thorne has Arabesque, a dark m/m adaptation of Snow White. And I’ve mentioned this one already, but it’s worth mentioning again in a post whose theme is “adaptations of classic stories”: i.e., Ash by Malinda Lo.

And now I’m going back on silent running, because I need to finish my edits. But while I’m gone, I invite y’all to share with me in the comments any queer-positive adaptations of classic stories, of any genre!

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The Rejectionist speaks truth!

I was unable to drop a comment on this post by The Rejectionist, so I’m sharing it with you all instead, as well as the comment I was going to drop over yonder.

Speaking as someone who keeps telling her own blog readers she is on Book Buying Hiatus She SWEARS (and who just bought three new ebooks and four trade paperbacks), I totally feel the Rejectionist’s book hoarding pain. Because it ain’t like I don’t have enough books to occupy me reading for the rest of my natural life, what with the nearly 900 things on my To Read list! And it’s not like I can tell the entire publishing industry to take a six month hiatus so that I can get caught up please kthx AUGH so many awesome people writing awesome things!

Also, I totally envy her the Francesca Lia Blocks in that pile, because I read Primavera ages ago and very much want to read it again, and Ecstasia as well, and cannot find them for love or money.

But all this said, I am also quite charmed by the idea of leaving Secret Letters in copies of favorite books for other people to find. And I would totally leave a letter in a Barbara Michaels, an Elizabeth Peters, an Esther Friesner, a Julie Czerneda, or a Tanya Huff, as these are authors who were all formative influences on me. This is certainly one thing you can’t do with ebooks, not nearly as easily anyway–unless an author gets clever with an embedded hyperlink or something somewhere in the middle of an epub file.

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Two lovely QOTDs for my fellow writers and readers

From this post by The Rejectionist:

Underneath everything, underneath the machinations of the industry and the terrible dance of agent-getting and submissions, underneath the despair and joy and wild mood swings, underneath the misery and extraordinary grace of trying to make art–underneath it all, we just want to sit together and tell stories.

Meanwhile, over on John Scalzi’s Whatever, today’s Big Idea post for Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey gives you this bit of YES:

Writing genre fiction is undignified. Reading genre fiction is undignified. If we’re going to do this, it should be joyful. We should create a little literary pocket universe where we can shuck off the irony and defensiveness and care about these imaginary people, and weep for them, feel awe when they’re awed, triumph with them when they win, and grieve with them when they fail. If there is any sense of wonder to be had, it’s there. Wonder is what we come here for.

THIS. THIS SO MUCH. That bit of that post alone has convinced me to go get that book.

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Signal-boosting for Norilana Books: Foreclosure/Moving Sale

Hey folks, for those of you who haven’t seen this news elsewhere, Vera Nazarian, who runs Norilana Books, has lost her home to foreclosure and is having to move across the country. To try to offset the cost of this, she’s having a huge Foreclosure/Moving Sale of Norilana titles. Details can be found here.

Buy something if you can, and if nothing else, pass the word on! Because foreclosure sucks.

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A Warder walks her city

Every single writer who reads my journals knows a fundamental truth: rejection letters are part of the business. Doesn’t mean they’re not a punch in the gut every time you get one. The trick is how to deal with them in a constructive way.

I got one yesterday, and it struck me particularly badly since a couple of folks I know have had the recent awesome fortune of landing agents. The last thing I wanted to do though was whinge to the Internet about yet another rejection letter. Instead, I opted to get out of the house for a while. And although I had the phone with me, I tried to make a point of minimally checking the Internet, too, to eliminate the temptation to whinge. I thought it’d be way more constructive if I got out and did some exercise and maybe spent some time checking various used bookstores for a couple of books I want.

This wound up taking me all the way into downtown Seattle, then back up through the U-district and Ravenna, and finally into Lake City, Kenmore, and home. I walked about four miles all told and visited a total of eight bookstores, and I rode four different busses through the course of the afternoon. And even though I didn’t find the books I was looking for, I did come home with two others: Bloodshot, the new one by userinfocmpriest, and a used copy of Named of the Dragon, by Susanna Kearsley.

By the time I got home I felt less depressed and more at peace. Today, I have sent out more query letters and have felt more like getting back to work. One of today’s queries is in fact going out by snailmail, which is unusual for me since I tend to focus on the people who take email queries–but I’m needing to go farther afield now to find the people who represent more flavors of fantasy than “urban”.

How do you deal with rejection letters, my fellow writers?