Fun stuff from around:

• Short fiction online: Rebecca Lee’s “Bobcat.
• Book reviews: Ted Wilson on The Bible.
• Emanuel Faye drags Martin Heidegger back into the news.
• Lemony Snicket finds a new home.
• Breakfast serial: Del Rey will publish King/Straub novel The Talisman as a serial comic book.
• Book review: Speaking of Stephen King, Paul Constant has a few things to say about the newly released behemoth, The Dome.
• And speaking of Paul Constant … actually, no. You know what? I’m out.

And now, for absolutely no reason at all:

(I have no proper attribution for the above frame. If I discover the artist’s name, I’ll definitely include it here.)

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Here’s an interesting notion: A book review contest.

Well, it’s not much of a contest, but:

We’d like to know the last book you loved. Send us a writeup of the last book you truly loved, along with a short bio. We’ll publish our favorites in The Rumpus blog. No length requirements.

And no deadline, either. At least, none that I can see in the appeal to readers from Stephen Elliott.

Contact information available through that last link. Dust off your favorites. I have no guesses on the deadline; Elliott ran one of these last month, too.

Maybe in the long run we can organize some SCWC reviews penned by any of our unconventional conventionists. No promises yet; I’ll have to figure out how to work that. In the meantime, if your review of the last book you loved makes The Rumpus, let us know.

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So what is the state of science fiction in the twenty-first century?

Unfortunately, the newly-reimagined V series for ABC television is meeting an unenthusiastic response from pretty much everyone I know who watched the premiere. So, hey, let’s hop in that magic time machine known as YouTube and check back some twenty-six years to encounter a thoughtful-looking Charlie Rose interviewing Faye Grant about the 1983 miniseries:

An interesting quote:

Rose: Does this somehow represent—because of the ratings success of the miniseries, and now they’re making it into a regular series—a comeback for science fiction?

Grant: I think so. Not only is it a comeback for science fiction, it’s a new kind of science fiction. What— The science fiction that was portrayed in the past on television and so forth was something that was beyond what our technology could even fathom. And what we’re doing now is combining what we know does exist, or is possible, with the reality of the human aspect—how human beings would respond to this actually happening.

I’m actually reminded here of a quote from an episode of Family Guy: “Hold onto that thought because I’m going to explain to you when we get home all the things that are wrong with that statement.”

It’s a nonsense answer constructed around a potential seed of truth. Indeed, I am unsure if the most realistic part of V (technically the “sequel” known as, “The Final Battle”) was even written at that time. Okay, it probably was, as the sequel hit only a year later. But, still ….

The necessary elements of modern science fiction seem to involve the impossible, improbable, or undiscovered. There is—and I’ll have to write a mini book report on it—a reasonable theory of the progression of science fiction offered by none other than Dr. Asimov himself in 1962, but it necessarily doesn’t cover what happened starting at the latest in the 1970s with Star Wars. Even the reimagined V requires some technology that Ms. Grant could not fathom twenty-six years ago. And just because most of us are comfortable with depictions of faster-than-light travel doesn’t mean we can actually do it. But I suppose I’m nitpicking. She does have a point. After all, it’s not like V was ever preceded by a landmark feature motion picture about how human beings respond to the arrival of extraterrestrials. Then again, had there been, I would have had a rising, talented director like, say, Spielberg, handle the film, and cast someone like, oh, I don’t know, Richard Dreyfus as the lead. And, to be certain, I would have made it far more intimate a picture, focusing on a limited few characters and trying to clock the final cut somewhere under three hours instead of depicting a worldwide crisis and dragging the thing out over the course of three nights. Or five, if you want to get to the actual ending.

Okay, okay. Enough picking on Faye Grant. Really. Okay, not really. But it doesn’t change the fact that I had the hots for her when I was … um … twelve. I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t want to be with her so much as I wanted to be her. You know … whatever happened to Faye Grant? That delicate, satin-draped frame? As it clung to her thigh … er, never mind.

Actually, what happened to her was modest success making bad television.

Oh, right. The state of science fiction. Twenty-first century. Anyone? Anyone?

Anyway, I’m just spending words at this point. So I’ll give Ms. Grant the final word. Oh, and make sure to check that amazing television monitor she appears on for the interview:

Rose: Carl Sagan says, and other astronomers—and people who have looked at extraterrestrial life—have said that it’s a kind of arrogance for us as a human species to assume that we’re the only people in the whole universe that could possibly—

Grant: Yeah.

Rose: —be—have the intelligence to have created a life.

Grant: Absolutely. We’ve only been on this— We’ve been on this planet less than two thousand years. And our solar system as we know it is relatively small. So when you think that if we were on this planet two thousand more years, how big the solar system would become, and how we would travel. We’ve already gone to the moon and several other places.

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Okay, so the problem with zombie stories …. Well, fine. I really couldn’t tell you because I’m just not hip to the current zombie rage. I mean, I can tell you why I am not a big fan of the genre, but that’s just one person’s aesthetics. Still, though, I would think the Resident Evil films should explain the problem well enough.

But if they don’t, Josh Bearman explains the case a little better:

More than forty years after George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead made critics question the future of a culture that could produce such a thing, that future is here – and it is full of zombies.

There are zombie comics, zombie conventions, Rob Zombie Inc., and a Simpsons episode in which Bart informs Lisa that the zombies prefer to be called “living impaired.” There is even a growing movement of participatory fan-fueled performance-art “zombie walks” — BYOB (Bring Your Own Brains!) — where people don elaborately shredded clothing, powder themselves into a pall with makeup, add lots of blood, and spontaneously shamble together in public places.

Let’s see … what else is in there? 28 Days Later, the Dawn of the Dead remake, Shaun of the Dead, Romero’s Land of the Dead, Mel Brooks’ novel World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies … and a host of video games.

Oh, and Zombieland, which I hear is actually pretty good.

And, of course, anyone who suffered through the recent I Am Legend might understand.

Of course, I noticed that zombies don’t shamble as much these days, which helps. They’re demonically fast, now, and can bust through windows and walls. This isn’t so much a betrayal as, say, vampires running around in broad daylight so it’s easier to con a bunch of young girls into spending their babysitting money on a ticket, but face it, aside from the jaw-dropping cinematography and a soundtrack laden with Bob Marley tunes, I’m glad I saw I Am Legend for free.

Zombies have a lot of potential, but my personal critique is that the genre lacks any real human appeal. You know, kind of like slasher films: Why is there always the one idiotic couple so sexually alight that they can’t help but tread out on their own to some dark, scary place to experience coitus interruptus at the edge of a machete?

(cue scream)

Which, of course, brings us to the reason I’ve bored you with a useless critique of the zombie genre. Go read Bearman’s overview. After all, it points to what Bearman calls, with much credibility, “the best zombie story of the year”. You simply aren’t going to see a movie, or pay a video game, that matches Mischa Berlinski’s article for Men’s Journal:

About a month after I arrived in Jérémie, a rumor swept through town that a deadly zombie was on the loose. This zombie, it was said, could kill by touch alone. The story had enough authority that schools closed. The head of the local secret society responsible for the management of the zombie population was asked to investigate. Later that week, Monsieur Roswald Val, having conducted a presumably thorough inquiry, made an announcement on Radio Lambi: There was nothing to fear; all his zombies were accounted for.

Shortly after that incident, I started taking Creole lessons from a motorcycle-taxi driver named Lucner Delzor. Delzor was married with four children, but he kept a mistress on the other side of town. He told me that he had never so much as drunk a glass of water at his mistress’s house for fear she might lace his food with love powder. He loved his wife and children far too much to risk that.

One of my first complete sentences in Creole was “Gen vréman vre zonbi an Ayiti?” Or: “Are there really, truly zombies in Haiti?”

“Bien sûr,” Delzor said. He had even seen them: affectless men and women with a deathlike pallor, high nasal voices, and the characteristic drooping at the chin — men and women who he knew for a fact had died and been buried.

“Ayiti, se repiblik zonbi,” Delzor added. Haiti is the republic of zombies.

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In related zombie news, did anyone hear about last spring, when Seattle police crashed a local zombie crawl in advance of Crypticon?

Wearing all black, knee pads, a knife, grenade, a gas mask, and carrying what looked to be a machine gun, he walked into the Metro Clothing store Friday evening on Capitol Hill, which was sponsoring the zombie crawl to promote the Crypticon Horror Convention at the Seattle Center next weekend.

But apparently, someone thought a masked gunman was walking into a store, and called police. Witnesses say a dozen police cars converged on the scene and officers ran into the store, guns drawn.

“The police came in with guns and they caught the guy and I’m like, ‘Oh wait, he’s in costume,’ ” said Carl, the store’s owner.

Seage, the event’s organizer, says the man was dressed as one of the zombies from Resident Evil’s Umbrella Corporation.

“I guess it was a little too good,” she said. “It was too believable and that’s why the police showed up” ….

…. Seage said she was surprised it caused such a commotion.

“I didn’t expect anyone to be arrested being dressed as a zombie because we did this last weekend,” she said. “(There were) a dozen of us walking around in full zombie gear — blood, guts and nasty skin hanging off and it just went fine.”

Carl said the man was the first one to arrive in costume, and he could understand how someone might mistake the costume for something more sinister.

“It would definitely alarm somebody that didn’t know what was going on,” he said. “I feel so sorry for this boy.”

At any rate, the unfortunate reveler—known only as Jay—was understanding, explaining that the police weren’t aware of the zombie crawl and only detained him for a short time. To the other, he won first prize for his costume. And well he should have. If getting arrested for a convincing costume at a zombie crawl doesn’t get you a VIP pass to Crypticon, I’m not sure what will.

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Chip Brown for The New York Times Magazine:

“And he showed me. He put his hand down near his groin and said, ‘You circumscribe the thigh with a knife here like this until you hit hard tissue you can’t cut, and then you twist it back and tear it off like a turkey leg.’ Now when I’m hearing this, I can’t jump up and say, ‘Jesus Christ, Robert, how could you do that?’ I have to say ‘O.K.’ like it’s something everybody does. I have to put the horror of it out of my mind. And when I walk out of the prison, by the time I get to the front gate, I’m not thinking about it, I’m thinking about getting some Mexican food. I never missed a night of sleep because of something Robert Browne told me.”

Anything else I say would only spoil it.

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“Journalism is a collaborative effort, the product of a team of reporters, photographers and editors working in concert to produce the kind of activist agenda that has served Star readers and our community so well for so long…” says union chief Maureen Dawson, in response to Toronto Star publisher John Cruickshank’s internal memo announcing the layoff and outsourcing of some one-hundred in-house, union editing jobs. One such editor responded appropriately here.

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St. Martin’s Press is “actively looking for great, new, cutting edge fiction with protagonists who are slightly older than YA and can appeal to an adult audience. Since twenty-somethings are devouring YA, St. Martin’s Press is seeking fiction similar to YA that can be published and marketed as adult—a sort of an ‘older YA’ or ‘new adult.’”

Requires an online 2-3 sentence hook/pitch and first paragraph of storyI. Deadline is Nov. 20th.

Details here

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Another three SCWC conferees have scored book deals with Echelon Press. Barbara DeShong, who’s been with us several times, is now the proud author of her debut novel Too Rich & Too Thin: Not an Autobiography, a comedic mystery out this past September. SD23 conferee Nick Valentino’s steampunk adventure, Thomas Riley, will be published February. And we just got word that Jennifer Hilborne’s Madness and Murder is due third quarter of 2010.

This makes for at least five first-time novelists being discovered by Echelon publisher Karen Syed at the SCWC in the past two years. Given her success rate with us, rest assured that she’ll be joining us again in February, as will many other familiar faces and new. Pop over to WritersConference.com to see who all’s already aboard.

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Author Monte Schulz discusses the sale of his critically acclaimed first novel, and his decision to write a better book, This Side of Jordan, at the Southern California Writers’ Conference.

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Stephen Elliott, “What I Can Tell You About Book Tours“.

Published online through The Rumpus (dot net), the article “was originally sent out as a Daily Rumpus, a two or three times a week email, the majority of which are not otherwise published.”

I should note that, had I been on the subscriber’s list for the original segments, I might have realized the first time through that Elliot’s tale is actually a true story, and not have to point to Brian Spears‘ post that includes confirmation that one of the characters from the story was actually present in Fort Lauderdale. Good thing I only scheduled this last night, instead of posted it straight away. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this part?

At any rate, yeah, pass this one around if you do events at high schools; you’ll inspire a whole new generation of young writers.

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