It’s The Time of The Season

It struck me, this past week, that March and April are cursed months for me. Both this year and last, I got into this weird hermit mode where I’m neither overly productive nor overly social, if that makes sense? I don’t know where the time goes, or what causes it, but that’s two years in a row where I look back at March and April with a sense of “What actually happened there?” all confused and wondering if I was somehow living in a cave without realizing it. I should remember this next year, and try to do something to thwart it happening again.

(Of course, thinking like that simply invites whatever the curse is to come in and try to flatten me next year.)

Recently Read, Prose (5/6/13)

fictionalmanI knew, going in, that I’d like The Fictional Man by Al Ewing; I like him a lot as a comic writer – His Zombo with Henry Flint in 2000AD currently is, without exaggeration, some of my favorite comics in years, smart and funny and self-aware without breaking from the melodramatic “sci-fi adventure” genre that the anthology specializes in – and the central concept, of a man in a world where clones of fictional characters exist, sounded promising. I didn’t know that I’d have such a strong reaction to it.

As I wrote in an email to a friend this morning, it’s not a perfect novel, but in a lot of ways, what frustrated me about it also worked for me in some strange way. It feels too short, and at least two threads feel as if they’re abandoned rather than fully developed, but even in that, I found myself reminded of writers who were once central to my idea of entertainment: Terry Southern (especially his The Magic Christian and Candy), Kurt Vonnegut’s earlier, pulpy and just a little sloppy work.

The central idea is, of course, not a million miles away from something Philip K. Dick would come up with, but the execution is more humanist and optimistic than Dick was capable of, I think (Yet something that still hangs on the idea of personal revelation and everything you know is wrong in some way, too). And outside of prose, I could sense Howard the Duck-era Steve Gerber in there, both in some of the more over-the-top media parody material, but also the humanism and embrace of the outsider and the freak.

There’s a lot to chew on in this book; more than it really lets itself chew on, perhaps – to say more would be to spoil the book, and I really don’t want to, because I want you all to go buy it. But this book left me feeling the same way that Dick, Vonnegut and Southern did, way back when, and for that alone, I’ll always love it.

The Freewheeling

So, at the end of last week, I met comic writer Ales Kot for the first time, and we ended up talking for a couple of hours about… Well, a lot of things, really, from gossip-y comic industry stuff to the importance of fearlessness in both creativity and everyday life (and also what “fearlessness” actually means as a concept to both of us). It was a great, really enjoyable conversation that happened at just the right time; earlier that week, I’d been thinking about an idea I’d had a year or so earlier and completely abandoned, only for it to pop back up for a couple of reasons last week – An interview podcast or radio show with no agenda whatsoever; just two people (Me and a guest) talking about whatever comes to mind during the conversation. Not aiming to stay on any particular topic or plug any particular project or whatever, just… a conversation that’s almost purposefully all over the place.

(Those who listen to the Wait, What? podcasts that I do almost-weekly with Jeff Lester will recognize this as, essentially, what the two of us do every episode. And that was the inspiration, as well as listening to the Nerdist Writers Panel and, perhaps less obviously, BBC Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs.)

What crystalized this as an idea for me way back when was the name that I came up for it. I wanted to call the series The Freewheeling with each episode being named after that particular guest. So, if I was talking to Ales, it’d be The Freewheeling Ales Kot, and the next episode I’d talk to, say, Jeff Parker and that episode would be called The Freewheeling Jeff Parker and so on and so on. Obviously, ripping off this, but the obviousness of the reference was intentional and part of the appeal.

I’d still like to do this; I kind of dropped the idea when David Brothers was publicly wondering about something that felt very similar (although, looking at what he was writing back then, maybe not as similar as I thought at the time — especially because I was thinking longer conversations and not just with comic people), but I’ve circled back to it recently in light of being on NPR and also just becoming more interested in… freeform conversation, perhaps? Or wanting to play with something less structured, in light of a workload that feels increasingly restrictive in terms of format? (There’s another element that I’m not really discussing, for reasons along the lines of (a) it may not be real and (b) if it is real, I don’t want to jinx it; rest assured that either way, I’ll spill those beans sooner or later.)

But, yeah. The Freewheeling. It could be fun, right? And maybe interesting, and maybe do-able. One of those things that you throw out into the world, just in case.

Me in Honey

The blogging panel on which I participated was weird because I think it was supposed to be a kind of Laura Hudson + current CA people reunion panel but instead became a more general news panel where none of us could talk about the weekend’s big piece of news: that CA had been shuttered. There was some talk about blackballing and the fear of not having publishers cooperate with your site, which the panel felt wasn’t all that significant a thing except for that fear. Laura Hudson described having an app on her desktop that measured traffic in either real or almost-real time, which sounds terrifying. We talked death-threats and rape-threats, or the lack thereof. Graeme McMillan was once actually threatened with an ass-kicking right on the floor of a con, which cracked me up. Who would want to fight Graeme McMillan? It’d be like cuffing your best friend from kindergarten to the floor.

From here. I’m still trying to work out if that’s a compliment or an insult.

Every Wave is Tidal

Smoke races through the canyons from the Springs Fire
From the Observer’s Photo Blog:

Smoke races through the canyons in the mountain areas of Ventura County, California. The fierce, wind-whipped wildfire threatened several thousand homes. Photograph: Gene Blevins/Reuters

Quite why so many of the pictures I choose for this are of disasters, I’m not quite sure…

Beautiful Friend, The End

wildfireFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

Images from a wind-driven wildfire that has been raging along the California coast north of Los Angeles and has prompted the evacuation of hundreds of homes. Photograph: Jonathan Alcorn/ Reuters

It’s always a little disturbing when real world, un-doctored photographs look like something from an over-the-top apocalyptic summer blockbuster movie.

Faster Than A Speeding Shutter

multipleFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

This one is a multiple exposures of the boxer Wladimir Klitschko who’s in training ahead of his World Championship fight against Francesco Pianeta on May 1 in Heidelberg, Germany. Presumably this is the kind of dizzying view David Haye will have of Klitschko, should the two ever get it on. Photograph: Alex Grimm/Bongarts/Getty Images

Between the colors and the multiple exposures, there’s something very 1970s about this image for me. I feel like it should immediately be repurposed for some retro album cover or something.