Gah! Teh Internets fooled me. I thought I HAD managed – under somewhat awkward circumstances – to post while in Auckland, New Zealand. And I didn’t. My apologies. I do not like letting my friends here at MGC down. Where I come from you’re solid and reliable, or you’re nothing. So I guess I am nothing. Oh well, we start to build again. I’ve been away from the internet for 12 days and really nothing much has changed.
The level of stupid, loud squalling and make-shit-up is resounding mightly around the ‘undesirables’ like that uncouth Correia who just doesn’t know that he’s obliged to cheer for the right, er, left side. And that nasty Vox Day who doesn’t accept that he was supposed to go into the wilderness and die. tch tch. I have even had some illiterate ask me if I hated Larry. Try, squallers, if it is not beyond your intellect, to grasp the concept ‘catch 22’. Look it up if need be. Basically, one group gaming the system for years effectively means that the suddenly whining and character assassination and attempts to denigrate the writing skill of the ‘undesirables’ – a la Jim Hines – simply proves the point Larry Correia was making. Actually, all you are achieving is even more damage to your own reputation, to make your comments even more transparently dishonest and less valuable – which is an achievement of sorts I suppose. However, please do persist. It’s funny and illuminates your thinking capacity well.
Anyway, New Zealand was fascinating. Perhaps it’s living with volcanoes and earthquakes that shapes the place and people. Or perhaps it is getting to dawn before everyone else. They appeared as earthy as our Kate on good day, and less given to the bull that seems to have infected sf in the US – in other words actually interested in story, space, adventure… and not rabid Political Correctness. The rules (for noobs) of the con were summed up in one sentence by one of the organizers. ‘Do not be an ass (Antipodean = human buttocks and associated orifice). Imagine… personal responsibility! Perhaps someone should broach that idea in Wisconsin with their little con there. But all the exploding heads would probably frighten the cows. And it is a dairy state.
With a lot of flying and bus and train time, I did some reading. And of course some thinking when I was feeling sick from reading. I really don’t read in vehicles well, but oh, the opportunity! I hit on this piece in Roger Zelazny’s Lord of Light.
“Then the one called Raltariki is really a demon? asked Tak.
“Yes and no,” said Yama. “If by ‘demon’ you mean a malefic, supernatural creature, possessed of great powers, lifespan, and the ability to temporarily assume virtually any shape — then the answer is no. This is the generally accepted definition, but it is untrue in one respect.”
“Oh? And What may that be?”
“It is not a supernatural creature.”
“But it is all the those other things?”
“Then I fail to see what difference it makes whether it be supernatural or not — so long as it is malefic, possesses great powers and life span and has the ability to change its shape at will.”
“Ah but it makes a great deal of difference you see. It is the difference between the unknown, and the unknowable, between science and fantasy –…” (it’s on page 31 in my copy if you want to read the rest.)
I suspect by this definition I do not think I write fantasy. What about you?