Not by the Direct Method.

Oct 04

First chapter of my current novel. | -

A little self-promotion here. This is the first chapter of my novel-in-progress, an anti-imperialist steampunk-spy-romance. Any feedback is welcome.

Sep 02

Sartre on #Gamers

From Anti-Semite and Jew, a look at the mindset of the anti-Sarkeesian, anti-Quinn folks:

…how can one choose to reason falsely? It is because of a longing for impenetrability. The rational man groans as he gropes for the truth; he knows that his reasoning is no more than tentative, that other considerations may supervene to cast doubt on it. He never sees very clearly where he is going; he is “open”; he may even appear to be hesitant. But there are people who are attracted by the durability of a stone. They wish to be massive and impenetrable; they wish not to change. Where, indeed, would change take them? We have here a basic fear of oneself and of truth….

The anti-Semite has chosen hate because hate is a faith; at the outset he has chosen to devaluate words and reasons. How entirely at ease he feels as a result. How futile and frivolous discussions about the Jew appear to him. He has placed himself on other ground from the beginning. If out of courtesy he consents for a moment to defend his point of view, he lends himself but does not give himself. He tries simply to project his intuitive certainty onto the plane of discourse…never believe that the anti-Semite is completely unaware of the absurdity of his replies. He knows that his remarks are frivolous, open to challenge. But he is amusing himself, for it is his adversaries who are obliged to use words responsibly, since only his adversaries believe in words. The anti-Semite has the right to play. He even likes to play with discourse for, by giving ridiculous reasons, he discredits the seriousness of his interlocutors. He delights in acting in bad faith, since he seeks not to persuade by sound argument but to intimidate and disconcert. If you press the anti-Semite too closely, he will abruptly fall silent, loftily indicating by some phrase that the time for argument is past….
If then, as we have been able to observe, the anti-Semite is impervious to reason and to experience, it is not because his conviction is strong. Rather his conviction is strong because he has chosen first of all to be impervious.

Jul 16

The Duke of Wellington once came upon a little boy sitting at the side of the road, crying as if his heart would break. “Come now, that’s no way for a young gentleman to behave. What’s the matter?” he asked. “I have to go away to school tomorrow,” sobbed the child, “and I’m worried about my pet toad. There’s no one else to care for it and I shan’t know how it is.” The Duke reassured him, promising to attend to the matter personally.

After the boy had been at school for little more than a week, he received the following letter: “Field Marshall the Duke of Wellington presents his compliments to Master —— and has the pleasure to inform him that his toad is well.”  

Jul 15

"A while back I fell into one of those tiresome discussions where the other party says you take Julius Erving and I’ll take Larry Bird and you take Sarah Vaughan and I’ll take Ella Fitzgerald. There was no disposing of such nonsense except to observe that the years have taught me to be grateful for having them all, but I had to say that Sarah Vaughan is the greatest jazz singer I have ever heard. "What about Bessie Smith?" a bystander inquired. I could only answer that I had concluded that there could never have been a Bessie Smith; the molds where they stamp out human beings are just too small for stuff of those proportions." - Murray Kempton

Jun 11

Horror show: theatre-makers re-create terror of slum life -

"Yet perhaps the most startling discovery is the violent activity of the "girl rippers", feral gangs of women who, according to contemporary reports "pulled up their skirts, bared their breasts and went out into the streets to fight"."

Jun 02


May 31

Damien Walter, on science fiction.

"It is no coincidence that, just as it outgrows its limiting cultural biases, science fiction should also face protests from some members of the predominantly white male audience who believed it to be their rightful domain. What the conservative authors protesting the Hugo awards perceive as a liberal clique is simply science fiction outgrowing them, and their narrow conception of the genre’s worth. Of course, if those authors really wanted to de-politicise science fiction, they could easily help to do so – by admitting the genre’s historic bias and applauding its growth. And by doing everything within their power to welcome new authors from diverse backgrounds, instead of agitating for protest votes to push them out.

The real prize for science fiction is not diversity for diversity’s sake (although I happen to believe that would be prize enough). We live in a world of seven billion human beings, whose culture has not been reflected or rewarded in ‘the mainstream’. Science fiction – from cult novels that reach a few thousand readers, to blockbuster movies and video games that dominate contemporary culture – has the potential to talk across every remaining boundary in our modern world. That makes it, in my opinion, potentially the most important cultural form of the 21st century. To claim that potential, it cannot afford to give way to the petulant protests of boys who do not like to share their toys.”

from here.

May 22

If I were to get a tattoo, this is what it would say:

“When you speak of those who comment on popular fiction, speak gently. They are childish in their enthusiasms, these commentators. They scratch endlessly in that gray-lighted immensity of forgotten novels, sniffing at the track of the past.

"Bits of brown paper cling to their clothing. Their eyes are huge. Soiled papers bulge in their pockets, notes scribbled in the stacks. For they have had valuable insights and scrawled these down, so that the thoughts might not escape, not one–although how easily blunted these are when transmuted from thought to the written word.

"Speak gently of these commentators. Their thoughts are not of this present. Their bodies consume dinners and feel the sun and even drive automobiles on public highways. But their minds, all interlocked with speculations on the past, balance the merits of books no one cares to read. In doing so, they achieve a sort of dusty happiness. Their candle dwindles. But little they notice that shrinking light. There is still another Nick Carter to read, another Cleek to consider, another cracksman to emplace in the shabby mosaic of their thought. They honor the forgotten. They search earnestly, stumbling from volume to volume, seeking to understand what is of dubious importance. Accident guides their minds as much as design.

“Drop a nickle in their cup and hurry by. For Heaven’s sake, hurry! That one wants to tell you about Jimmie Dale.”

Apr 23


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