Wiscon Schedule

So, little or no sleep last weekend wasn’t enough for me–I need to do it again this coming weekend! So I’ll be at Wiscon.

And I’m on panels! These panels, in fact:

What is Science in Feminist SF? Sat, 10:00–11:15 am Conference 4
Moderator: Jacquelyn Gill. Sandra Ulbrich Almazan, Nivair H. Gabriel, Ann Leckie

When we argue about whether women write more fantasy than SF, are we assuming a particular definition of science that should be questioned? And are we also applying gender bias when we assess the “hardness” of SF by men and women?

SFWA: Is It Relevant? Is It Useful? Sun, 1:00–2:15 pm Conference 4
Moderator: Ann Leckie. Wesley Chu, Gary Kloster, David D. Levine, Grá Linnaea

Many accomplished sf/f writers don’t qualify for full membership in SFWA. Other organizations, such as RWA do a lot more for writers at every level. With the latest election, the SFWA Bulletin problems, and the attack on one of our Guests of Honor by one member of SFWA and its results, do we as feminists and writers want to be part of that organization? Can working from within to change it have real results?

What’s Gender in an Equal-opportunity Future? Mon, 10:00–11:15 am Solitaire
Moderator: Christopher Davis. Jed Hartman, BC Holmes, Erin M. Kelly, Ann Leckie

In various science fictional futures (Star Trek, the Culture, etc), women and men have, in theory, full or near-full social equality, whether or not the portrayals always reflect it in practice. In a fictional society in which there is no gender discrimination and/or no limiting gender roles, what does it mean to be male, female, or any other gender? Is it all about physical characteristics? Are there likely to be gendered names, clothes, hairstyles, and stereotypical interests in such a world? In a fictional world with uterine replicators, equal sharing of parenting responsibilities, same-sex parents, multiple parents, and/or no stigma against being or not being a parent, what does it mean to be a mother or a father? (Please be trans-friendly in all your answers.)

The SignOut Mon, 11:30 am–12:45 pm Capitol/Wisconsin
Sandra Ulbrich Almazan, Stacie L Arellano, Eleanor A. Arnason, Greg Bechtel, F.J. Bergmann, Susan Simensky Bietila, Alex Bledsoe, Gwenda Bond, K. Tempest Bradford, Chesya Burke, Wesley Chu, Julia Dvorin, Rhea Ewing, Hiromi Goto, Eileen Gunn, Andrea D. Hairston, Dorothy Hearst, Liz Henry, Lauren Jankowski, N. K. Jemisin, Emily Jiang, Vylar Kaftan, Keffy R. M. Kehrli, Mary Robinette Kowal, Ellen Kushner, Ann Leckie, Kimberley Long-Ewing, Heather McDougal, Allison Moon, Katrinka Moore, Nancy Jane Moore, Pat Murphy, Debbie Notkin, Melissa F. Olson, Samantha Haney Press, Mary Rickert, James P. Roberts, Madeleine E. Robins, Catherine M. Schaff-Stump, Nisi Shawl, Delia Sherman, Cecilia Tan, Sheree Renée Thomas, LaShawn M. Wanak, Sunny Moraine

Come and sign your works, come and get things signed, come and hang out and wind down before you leave.

When I’m not doing a panel, I’ll probably be in the bar, or wandering around and not hard to find. I’m looking forward to seeing the cool folks I usually see, and meeting new cool folks!

Nebulas!

Or, as my phone would insist, Nebulae.

So, I went to San Jose last weekend for the Nebula Awards. Mostly I went because it was an excuse to dress up and hang out with my friends, and really anything else was gravy. I mean, it was all gravy to begin with, so I guess anything else would be, what, an extra helping of super-special gravy?

Every now and then someone would ask me if I thought I would win. And I really had no idea. And wasn’t giving the possibility much serious thought. I mean, look at the list:

We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, by Karen Joy Fowler won the PEN/Faulkner award, and there’s a really good reason for that. It’s fabulous.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman is, you know, by Neil Gaiman. And this is widely considered to be one of his best.

Fire with Fire by Charles E. Gannon won the Compton Crook award–in fact, it beat Ancillary Justice.

Hild, by Nicola Griffith is amazing and lovely and has just been named a finalist for the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.

The Red: First Light, by Linda Nagata, is as far as I can tell, the first ever self-published book to be nominated for a Nebula.

A Stranger in Olondria, by Sofia Samatar has already won the Crawford Award and is–well, I’ve probably already bored you in the past telling you to go read it. Go read it if you haven’t. Sofia also had a short story on the Nebula ballot, and is nominated for the Campbell (NOT A HUGO) this year, so, you know, yeah.

The Golem and the Jinni, by Helene Wecker is a book I’ve seen turn up on lots of year-end-best lists, and with good reason.

Basically, it really, truly is an astonishing honor to have my book listed among those books, and I would have been happy to see any of them win.

Any of them didn’t win. Ancillary Justice did.

It’s a good thing I had a speech ready just in case, and written all the way down. I know at least one nominee who had only a small kind of post-it thingy with some bullet points jotted on it. She won and proceeded to speak very well. I could not have done that. I probably would have only been able to gibber.

You guys. I am so astonished. This year. It has been such an amazing year. And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the folks who have read and enjoyed Ancillary Justice. It’s been an amazing year largely because of you all. Thank you.

Misc.

I need to thank so many people for their congratulations about the Clarke and the Locus Award shortlisting–and I have been so incredibly taken up with other things. Thank you so much!

I also want to mention–partly triggered by recent events, but partly just generally–that libraries and librarians are wonderful gifts to the world. I know not everyplace has access to a good library, or to ILL (oh, Mithras, I love ILL). And some places have been cutting back on funding for libraries because…why? It’s not a good use of money somehow? I do not understand how that thought could even be entertained. Libraries are wonderful and necessary and I wish everyone a good library nearby.

Unrelatedly, I maybe saw some fanart on Tumblr and it might have filled my heart with delighted joy.

This weekend I’ll be at the Nebulas. Pretty much every moment is already accounted for, including of course the awards banquet, at which I anticipate enjoying hotel banquet chicken and cheering for everyone. I’ll also be participating in a mass signing Friday evening from 8pm until 10, so if you’re in San Jose and would like me to sign your book, well, come on down to the Marriott and I’ll be happy to oblige.

Some News About the Hugo Voter Packet

It has become customary in recent years for authors of Hugo-nominated works to provide the members of the World Science Fiction convention who get to vote for the awards with electronic copies of their stories. The ball started rolling a few years ago when John Scalzi kindly took the initiative in preparing the first Hugo voters packet; since then it has become almost mandatory to distribute shortlisted works this way.

Unfortunately, as professionally published authors, we can’t do this without obtaining the consent of our publishers. We are bound by contracts that give our publishers the exclusive rights to distribute our books: so we sought their permission first.

This year, Orbit—the publisher of Mira Grant’s “Parasite”, Ann Leckie’s “Ancillary Justice”, and Charles Stross’s “Neptune’s Brood”—have decided that for policy reasons they can’t permit the shortlisted novels to be distributed for free in their entirety. Instead, substantial extracts from the books will be included in the Hugo voters packet.

We feel your disappointment keenly and regret any misunderstandings that may have arisen about the availability of our work to Hugo voters, but we are bound by the terms of our publishing contracts. The decision to give away free copies of our novels is simply not ours to take. However, we are discussing the matter with other interested parties, and working towards finding a solution that will satisfy the needs of the WSFS voters and our publishers in future years.

Finally, please do not pester our editors: the decision was taken above their level.

Signed,

( Ann Leckie, Seanan McGuire, Charles Stross)

Clarke?!

So, just the other day I was thinking to myself about what an amazing year this has been, and that no matter what happened over the next months, I had essentially already won–and won BIG.

How many people finish writing an entire novel? Fewer than don’t. That’s an accomplishment in itself. Of those, how many go on to hook an agent with that novel? Far, far fewer. If I never got any farther than that, well, I’d still gotten pretty far.

How many people then actually sell that novel? The numbers are dropping, and yet again if I got that far, and no farther, I’d be doing pretty darn awesomely, thank you very much.

Wait. Award nominations? Now we’re talking an easily countable number, at least in a given year. And at the first nomination, I’m way beyond anything I ever thought was likely, or even possible. It doesn’t really matter if I win or not at that stage, because, I mean, seriously. That’s just spectacular, so unexpectedly and wonderfully so.

I’ve thought various stages of this at various times during the last year, and yes, I was thinking this again yesterday morning. Because, yes, the Clarke Award was going to be announced and I knew I wasn’t going to win. How could I? I knew what else was on the shortlist–five other other books, as it happens, truly fabulous books.

And I found that didn’t bother me at all. I mean, yes, it would have been completely awesome to have a trophy to put next to my (completely adorable) Golden Tentacle, sure. But seriously, the year I’ve been having. It’s been so amazing. And in fact, I was looking forward to congratulating whoever did win, because awesome folks being happy makes me happy. So I pulled up Twitter, so I would be ready to do that, and I sat there in my bathrobe chatting with people.

Um. You guys. Turns out, Ancillary Justice won the Clarke. Jenni Hill, my UK editor, accepted for me, and then called me to congratulate me but I’m afraid I was more or less incapable of speech.

I still mostly am. I mean, I can talk easily about what I did yesterday morning, or what I had for dinner last night.* But when I get to the part about winning the Clarke, I mostly just say Oh, my God a lot, with an occasional Holy fuck.

I guess I’ll get it processed eventually, but oh, my God. I won the freaking Clarke.

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*Sweet-potato crusted salmon with grilled asparagus, some “gourmet” macaroni and cheese and kale chips off the 14yr old’s plate cause no way was he eating kale & there was a lot of the mac & cheese. It was all amazing.

3…2…1…

This has been an incredibly exciting year. So much wonderful stuff happening! And now, another wonderful thing!

So, you may or may not have heard of Launchpad. Launchpad is…oh, here, have a blockquote:

Launch Pad is a workshop for established writers held in beautiful high-altitude Laramie, Wyoming. Launch Pad aims to provide a “crash course” for the attendees in modern astronomy science through guest lectures, and observation through the University of Wyoming’s professional telescopes.

I mean, completely awesome, right? I have, in fact, applied in the past and (unsurprisingly) not been accepted. I figured I’d try again this year. And…I get to go to Launchpad! You guys, I am so excited!

This is just the most amazing year.

So, this is going to be just my not-entirely organized thoughts on a topic that engages my interest generally, but for various reasons is turning up in conversations lately. (Read those links. No, really.)

I’ll start with an assertion: There is no such thing as apolitical fiction. No such thing as “just a good story” without a political message.

Any story more complex than “I went to the store and bought milk” contains assumptions about how the world is, or could be, or ought to be. Hell, even “I went to the store and bought milk” is embedded in a particular context, and will be received differently depending on that context. And the context always includes politics. The story always has a message.

Most times, when someone complains that they just don’t like stories with politics, or with a message, what they mean is they don’t like stories with messages or politics that disturb or confront their own assumptions about how the world is, or could be, or ought to be. This is worth remembering the next time you’re tempted to assert that Reader A only likes Work Z because it contains a fashionable or approved political message, while you, Reader B, value a good story, thank you, without all that political crap. Guess what? Those good stories you love are crammed full of that political crap–it’s just the politics are different.

Now, I’m not going to tell anyone they have to like something they don’t like, or read something they don’t enjoy. You don’t like the politics on display in a given work? Put it down. Fair enough.

More than fair enough. There are a lot of books out there, a lot of stories, and life’s too short to slog through ones you don’t like when you could be reveling in the stories you love. And that’s even before we get to the question of stories (or authors of stories) that actively advocate your erasure or destruction. I personally don’t think anyone is obliged to give any kind of consideration to such works or authors. Unless, you know, you want to. It’s totally up to you.

And here’s the thing: nobody reads objectively. I’m not going to say that “it’s all subjective” or claim that there’s no way to measure quality that isn’t subjective. The word, here, as Nick Mamatas has often reminded us, is “intersubjectivity.” (Thanks, Nick! I did not know the word before. I like new words, and that’s a good one!)

The thing is, none of us can read from any position but our own. We can’t have a god-like, omniscient view, we do not come to reading without any previous training or prejudices or expectations, and on top of that we all have particular buttons (“Giant robot squids! I’m all in!”). But some readers are very, very lucky–most of what they read caters to their particular training, prejudices, and expectations and often as not tosses them a giant robot squid or two. Some people can spend much of their reading lives this way, surrounded by fellow lucky readers who reinforce their impressions. So when they happen across something that doesn’t cater to them, it can feel like some sort of horrible deviation from what Nature intended. They can say so objectively! It’s just a fact!

Well, you can’t, and it isn’t.

So I’m not really down with calls to read objectively, as though that’s the obviously superior way to read. As though those who can’t or won’t are just being too emotional, or overreacting, or not really thinking it through. “Objective” isn’t the lofty, superior, moderate stance, it’s the obviously status-quo-supporting one.

As a related point, I would suggest that if you truly believe that Reader A only likes Work Z because it doesn’t punch them in the face, you might want to carefully consider your opinion of Work Y, which does All The Punching and is a general favorite. Why is that? And why is it okay for Reader A to be punched in the face for the sake of art, but not for you to have a story point out that someone is maybe being punched in the face and maybe that’s not good? Just something to think about.

As another related point, I don’t agree with writing advice that advocates avoiding politics in your work. For one thing, you just can’t. And it’s the thing you don’t look at, that you don’t realize is there and don’t name that will haunt you. Your politics will turn up into your work no matter what. You might was well be clear with yourself what those politics are, so that you can make a conscious decision about how or whether certain bits of that turns up in your work. Pretend it’s not there, and all kinds of things could splat onto the page, things that if you thought about it, you’d rather not have said. I mean, that’ll probably happen anyway, because none of us is perfect, but seriously. Try not to have that happen. That’s my advice, anyway.

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I realize, of course, that the upshot of all this is that if you find the politics you see in my own book offensive or tiresome, that I have given you my blessing to put it down and never pick it up again. Even to resolve never to read anything I write again, ever.

You have, officially, my blessing, freely bestowed. Hell, if you don’t have a problem with (what you see as*) the politics, but still find my book a slog, well. Life’s too short. I’ll say this much–I’m seeing a number of comments that many readers who found the start slow (not all have, it’s worth noting!) got to around page 100, where [Pivotal Spoiler Event] occurs and found themselves hooked. If you arrive at [Pivotal Spoiler Event] (and you’ll pretty much know it when it happens) and you’re still thinking, “Nah,” well, you know, it may not be your book. Thanks for giving it a try! If you give up sooner–hey, that’s life. Sorry it didn’t grab you. Read something else that you’ll enjoy more.

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*I have seen some assertions about what I intended by various things in the book, or what I was attempting to do, or what I believe, or what I meant to espouse and/or preach by means of the book that have left me like this:

a puzzled-looking owl

Well, not all feathery and adorable like that, but you get what I mean.

Three Partitions

I wanted to post these links earlier, but I didn’t want them to get lost in the week’s excitement.

This month’s fiction at GigaNotoSaurus, as I’ve mentioned previously, is “Three Partitions” by Bogi Takács. I’m particularly pleased to have this story close out my editorship.

I could spend some time explaining why that is, but as it happens, Bogi eirself has written some notes on eir blog about the story, which I commend to your attention: “Story Notes: Three Partitions” and “More on Three Partitions”

That second link is responding to/expanding on a very interesting and insightful post by Rose Lemberg, “Bogi Takács’s “Three Partitions,” and the rabbinical approaches to nonbinary gender”

All very interesting and worth reading. Do check them out.

BSFA!

The third hill on this roller coaster weekend was the BSFA Awards. Ancillary Justice was nominated, alongside several other fabulous books.

Ancillary Justice did, in fact, win. I couldn’t be there, sadly, but the lovely Daniel Franklin stood in for me, for which I am incredibly grateful.

Adding to the excitement–there was a tie, so Gareth L Powell’s Ack Ack Macaque ALSO won, which I think is fabulous. Basically for two reasons: first, I’m all for glory being spread around. Glory for all! There is enough for everyone! And second, apparently this is a sort of historic thingy for the BSFA awards–the first ever tie. Apparently, voting runs during the convention itself (that would be Eastercon), and so they didn’t actually know who any of the winners were until yesterday morning. Surprise! They only had one trophy made up, I gather, which is of course entirely reasonable, and you can see it (and my co-winner!) here.

I am beyond pleased. I am, truth be told, a bit delirious, though that may just be all the peeps I have consumed this weekend.