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cimoreneMy parents gave me Le Mort d'Arthur (or however you spell that. I don't speak French) when I was a teenybopper, and when I had finally given up a third through out of boredom, my Mom told me that she hadn't told me in advance that it was written when Malory was in jail for raping a 14-year old girl because I might not want to read. And then I didn't finish it.
Later I read Ender's Game. After I finished it, I Asked Daddy if there were any sequels; and he told me that there were, but they weren't as good as the original, and not good enough that he had wanted to own them, but if I wanted he could buy them for me. Then he told me that he didn't want to give Orson Scott Card any muneez if he didn't really have to because the dude was a crazy right-wing Republican anti-abortionist homophobic Mormon asshole, with colourful fanlore anecdotes. And I said that I didn't want to read anything else by him. Ever again.
My mother's reports account for why I haven't read Heinlein. (My parents Agree to Disagree about him: my father accedes completely to my mother's estimation of his misogyny, but is able to enjoy the books anyway; my mother doesn't have that luxury. *eerie echoes*)
Something like a year ago, there was a racewank that started in SGA fandom, where people were upset by the treatment of Ronon and Teyla in fanfiction (and canon, but in SGA you can usually count on the fanfic being better-written). During that cycle of meta, I'm pretty sure, was when I saw Will Shetterley, one of my mother's favourite sff writers but one whom I hadn't gotten around to reading yet, expounding the theory that Racism Doesn't Exist, It's All Just Classism.
And anyone who has been following the current wank will have seen his wife, Emma Bull, another of my mom's favourites, come unasked to the defense of Elizabeth Bear by declaring that the "emotional reactions" of fans of colour who are offended by racial tropes in fiction are "invalid" and based on "shallow reading" and that their [incorrectly and unfoundedly] assumed inability to comprehend or speak academispeak indicated an inability to analyse or, indeed, comprehend the text.
In future, I'd like to decree mandatory participation in Consciousness Raisings for all writers whom I might someday like to check out, and who have any future plans to appear on the internet and possibly display their asses.
Because some people might separate the art from the character of the artist, but that's the silliest part of New Criticism in my view. As Sylvia says to her cat in one of my favourite comics, "Memorize their faces. If they should attempt to come to a party of mine, destroy them." In other words, once I've seen your ass, it's kind of hard to forget. Its spectre can be counted upon to haunt our future dealings, and if it was a really unpleasant sight, any enjoyment I might have gotten from them is gonna be tainted.
Later I read Ender's Game. After I finished it, I Asked Daddy if there were any sequels; and he told me that there were, but they weren't as good as the original, and not good enough that he had wanted to own them, but if I wanted he could buy them for me. Then he told me that he didn't want to give Orson Scott Card any muneez if he didn't really have to because the dude was a crazy right-wing Republican anti-abortionist homophobic Mormon asshole, with colourful fanlore anecdotes. And I said that I didn't want to read anything else by him. Ever again.
My mother's reports account for why I haven't read Heinlein. (My parents Agree to Disagree about him: my father accedes completely to my mother's estimation of his misogyny, but is able to enjoy the books anyway; my mother doesn't have that luxury. *eerie echoes*)
Something like a year ago, there was a racewank that started in SGA fandom, where people were upset by the treatment of Ronon and Teyla in fanfiction (and canon, but in SGA you can usually count on the fanfic being better-written). During that cycle of meta, I'm pretty sure, was when I saw Will Shetterley, one of my mother's favourite sff writers but one whom I hadn't gotten around to reading yet, expounding the theory that Racism Doesn't Exist, It's All Just Classism.
And anyone who has been following the current wank will have seen his wife, Emma Bull, another of my mom's favourites, come unasked to the defense of Elizabeth Bear by declaring that the "emotional reactions" of fans of colour who are offended by racial tropes in fiction are "invalid" and based on "shallow reading" and that their [incorrectly and unfoundedly] assumed inability to comprehend or speak academispeak indicated an inability to analyse or, indeed, comprehend the text.
In future, I'd like to decree mandatory participation in Consciousness Raisings for all writers whom I might someday like to check out, and who have any future plans to appear on the internet and possibly display their asses.
Because some people might separate the art from the character of the artist, but that's the silliest part of New Criticism in my view. As Sylvia says to her cat in one of my favourite comics, "Memorize their faces. If they should attempt to come to a party of mine, destroy them." In other words, once I've seen your ass, it's kind of hard to forget. Its spectre can be counted upon to haunt our future dealings, and if it was a really unpleasant sight, any enjoyment I might have gotten from them is gonna be tainted.
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Date: 19 Jan 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 20 Jan 2009 04:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 20 Jan 2009 01:20 pm (UTC)Wait. Your age or his? Or the books?
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Date: 20 Jan 2009 02:44 pm (UTC)