We moved interstate earlier this year and in the process I mislaid a great many things, among them my children, my piano, and my writing routine. I’ve been adrift. Perhaps even a little broken hearted. I still don’t feel as if all my pieces have come together.
BUT. There was this manuscript. An award winner no less. (a very small award) A manuscript which languished for many years until Rebellion Publishing picked it up. And now it is real! With a fantastic cover and edited words and a glimmer of hope.
Perseverance: possibly the only true talent a writer needs.
I read all the time, but finding the book you can really sink into is rare, at least for me. Yoon Ha Lee is proving to be one of those authors and his recent novel Raven Stratagem was crazy wild and wonderful. Catherynne M. Valente’s Deathless was another beautiful read. And some of the short story input I’ve ingested recently has also drawn me in. Loved nearly everything in Jonathan Strahan’s Fearsome Journeys, but One Last, Great Adventure by Ellen Kushner & Ysabeau Wilce along with The Dragonslayer of Merebarton by K J Parker both stood out. (Both feature ageing protagonists, and I fear that this may be a theme. Maybe I will snap out of it!)
Review of Australian Fiction continues to offer up some great stories. Particularly loved Jane Rawson’s Amy’s Twin. Rawson always manages to meld the spectacularly weird with the everyday. And a more realistic portrayal of a teenager I have yet to encounter. Its partner, The Magicians by Wayne Marshall, is a damning, but entertaining allegory. In other issues, Melina Marchetta’s When Rosie Met Jim was understated and beautifully crafted, and Elizabeth Tan’s Happy Smiling Underwear Girls Party was cynical, sad, and then completely unexpected. (Though I could not believe they were really 18-25, but what do I know about that distant past?)
I am behind on my RAF reading (I am behind on life in general ), and so this will be a write up of four stories. And though I’m aware of that human bias to find connections where there may be none, I think all of the stories have a certain longing in them.
In Issue 3, Ashley Hay describes a young girl’s adventure to find water sprites. It is one of those pieces where the reader possibly understands a little more than the narrator herself. Beautifully drawn, and quite sad: I was worried for the girl’s safety at times. Its companion piece is Sean Rabin’s Old Gods. A slightly mad, or perhaps maddened, man fills his apartment with books and attempts to deal with his noisy neighbours. It is a paean to both reading and books. Those who cherish a peaceful spot to read will enjoy the protagonist’s unintended revenge.
Two Peter Carey short story winners feature in Issue 4. Catherine Padmore’s To Whom it May Concern describes a woman’s reaction to an unexpected email. Her history and her memories are beautifully evoked. But the story that has stayed with me the longest is Cameron Weston’s. It is, I am glad to say, a story in which nothing much happens except that a writer falls a little in love with a pigeon. Writing can be a type of yearning, and I think Weston captures that here.
And no matter that I find myself without the time for yearning, or longing, or getting much done at all from the list of things I really want to do. There has been time for a little reading. And that is a blessing in itself.
There are no super powers in the latest Review of Australian Fiction, but each of the main characters possess an extraordinary ability.
Do you remember Patrick Suskind’s novel Perfume? What if the protagonist had been somewhat less psychopathic (though as completely self-obsessed) and had become trapped in the kind of corporate dullness that ruins many men? And what if you had got to hear from his wife? Equally as gifted, but in a very different way. This is the scenario that underpins Anna Tambour and Simon Brown’s Joy. I don’t think it gives away too much to say this is not a happy marriage.
But Laura E. Goodin has a happier view of human nature. She imagines a very wet Australia in Water Cools Not Love. This is a story set around cricket and climate change and chaos theory, and it is, believe it or not, a very funny piece. I’m glad to see the phrase, ‘Yeah, no, I’m not real pleased,’ will persistent into Australia’s extraordinarily wet future.
I’m just delighted to be receiving one of the Review of Australian Fiction’s Reading Fellowships. And it started a few days ago with Volume 22 and two wonderful stories by Angela Slatter and Angie Rega. Two fantasy stories, no less.
Angela Slatter’s A Little Mermaid, in Passing tells the well known Little Mermaid story from the point of view of the sea witch. We learn about the way in which she views the young women who come to her. She laments their attitude, the way in which they are prepared to give up so much for men. I empathised. But then Slatter turns the tale a little, and dives into the complicated and sometimes cruel relationship between mother and daughter, and between sister and sister.
Angie Rega’s story, The Fairy Midwife, is also about the relationship between women. This time, a woman yearning for a child and a grotesque and mercurial fairy midwife. The tale is full of sorrow, desperation, and revenge. The ingredients in the best of stories.
When I’m writing I usually have a rough map by my side. Something to show where the characters are, where they’re headed and a few topographical features. If the poor characters are mostly inside, I have a sketch of layout of the house they’re in, so I’m not lost when I’m describing their movements. I like my maps, but they’re pretty humble and usually as much a work in progress as the writing itself.
But recently I found the work of @unchartedatlas, otherwise known as Martin O’Leary. O’Leary elevates fantasy map making to a whole new level and has designed a process for generating maps with realistic terrain. Impressively, he has also worked on an algorithim for generating place names, so that they sound interesting, but cohesive, as if they had sprung from a real language. (I usually steal my place names or use Scrivener’s name generator for inspiration)
For a real life version with an arty feel, there’s Map Stack. Here’s the watercolour version of Sydney:
And yes, all this is semi-procrastinating and largely because the latest video from Brandon Sanderson’s BYU lecture series isn’t up yet. And my small, only somewhat respectable word count for today, is possibly all there’s going to be. Ah well, let’s call it worldbuilding
Just a quick jump onto the blog to say I’m thrilled that my short story, An Unexpected Season, has been shortlisted for Lip Magazine’s Rachel Funari Prize. The story is one of my rare ventures into purely literary fiction — no robots, or magic, or any other genre elements! Well, actually, now that I think about it, there may be a little. But just a touch. Congratulations to all the other short-listees. The winner will be announced at the Emerging Writers Festival on 17 June.