Flotsam and Jetsam, Squidpunk and Other Stuff
Squidpunk Thoughts…
So, yes, Squidpunk is an April Fool’s joke, but one that we happened upon just in time, given Paul D’s scandalous send-up of us and Mr. Kincaid on Locus. We have, in effect, innoculated ourselves!
Of course, the sad fact remains–I’d love to do Squidpunk (Ann, stop looking at me that way!), but it would be a coffee table book including images from the many rich and various representations of squid by humans over the centuries, mixed in with a few short-short excerpts of various references to squid in nonfiction and fiction. Nothing like a fiction antho (shudder).
Check out all of the Locus pieces, including, ahem, the one about Bravo TV’s new Top Writer series, although I hope I understood “bunk bed” properly as being a two-tiered bed–two separate beds…
A serious question, then: Can one be devoted to a project and express skepticism about it at the same time? Probably not in the the eyes of the Binary, but we here at VanderCentral tend not to think in binary. Should a book be a closed system or a question? Can a book in the form of a question be a question you as the editor are still asking yourself? Depends on the book, doesn’t it? Which is another way of saying that it makes total sense for us to do something like New Weird and then parody ourselves for doing it. (Where all of this huffin’ and puffin’ was when Feeling Very Strange, Rewired, and New Space Opera, came out, I do not know.) Perhaps the strangest thing for me is the reversal–doing a couple of “movement” anthologies and having the same folks who disliked the Leviathan anthology series’ refusal to name and willingness to mix different kinds of things now advocating more or less what we advocated back then (and still advocate today). Still, in essential opposition to the idea of movements (unless they fit our sense of the universe, our comfort-level), wherever that opposition comes from, the genre balances itself. No harm there and no worries–most readers know what’s chaff and what’s wheat. If some of it still comes down to personalities and perceptions of intent, that’s a shame but unavoidable.
Moron Reviews…I Mean, More On Reviews
I keep adding other recent posts to the end of my Reviewing Book post. When I get around to it, there will be a new category on the drop-down menu to accommodate things like that post, the writing-a-novel-in-two-months post, etc. I’m fool enough to think if you have experience doing something, you should share that experience–I’ve learned enough from others and how-to books to know this–and then link to dissenting opinions and other approaches. Having a category creates a kind of clearinghouse for this type of “info” and will help me when I finally get around to compiling another nonfiction collection and a creative writing book. Perhaps I’ll title the category “Rules Made Fer Breakin’” just so there’s no confusion.
However, in the wake of writing that post, I have decided I will no longer comment on reviews of my books. I will post links, as I have in the past, to both negative and positive reviews. But as of today, I’m done commenting on any of it. Ancillary to this, I think I’m going to stop commenting on other people’s blogs from now on as well, as I had decided to do as a New Year’s resolution. We’ll see how that goes. It just begins to seem pointless in the grand scheme of things. I’d rather focus on my better self, which has to do with creating things.
A Welter of Projects
On another subject, I have to say that this year is as busy with projects as I can remember. I know there’s a kind of super-saturation that occurs from a reader’s standpoint, even, possibly, with regard to this blog. (My gawd–would VanderMeer just shut the f— up! Would he stop interviewing people? Would he stop being interviewed!?) All I can say is I’m working hard to provide a variety of posts on this blog, and that I believe strongly in all of these projects we’re doing, and that Ann and I are going to keep aggressively pursuing attention for them (although in different ways for each). When you have the opportunity for sustained creativity across a variety of areas, and you’re of the mindset that you never know when you’re going to get hit by a bus or forget to stop at a red light, it behooves you to keep grinding it out. I don’t believe it’s necessary to apologize for that, although I always get a few comments from people who apparently think it’s rude to be good at more than one thing.
Book Photos
Given the enthusiastic response to the book photo posts, I’m going to keep doing them. I think it’s funny, though, how many wished they were getting that many books a day. Well, wait until it’s you–you might rethink your position! We have a house completely inundated by books, and although I’m not complaining, it can be overwhelming at times. That said–no books received today! Just a rubber band in the post office box, and I’m not going to photograph it!
I’d also mention, definitely check out Rick Kleffel’s rolling book shelves! He’s the original!




April 1, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Whenever you get overwhelmed, Jeff, just box up the extra books and send them to me. I’d be happy to pay postage. Shipping and handling, even.
And I loved Squidpunk.
April 1, 2008 at 2:23 pm
Ha ha!! I shouldn’t have mentioned that!!
Jeff
April 1, 2008 at 7:13 pm
I’m ready for a squidpunk anthology!
Excerpt from the introduction to the interview with Nauticles, the Mighty King of the Deadly Arena Squid
“…the squid engineers were baffled by the senseless use of steam when ink was far more useful as a propellent of giant robots. Also, with multiple tentacles, the cephalopods had an unfair advantage against the primates when it came time for the giant robots to battle.
The first great squid hero of the arena was Nauticles. He was notorious not only for eating his vanquished foes, but also for his musicianship. The percussive stylings of his Bongorama Band, with the primal grunts of the cephalopodian sounding sacs conquered the dance floors from the Viper Room to CBGB. His signature finale was spewing his foul, flammable ink across the first few rows of bouncing punkers. Then, while still maintaining the primal rhythms of the bongos, Nauticles would threaten the crowd with a lit lighter and terrifying gestures.
Alas, his robot-battling career was adversely impacted by this tempestuous stage show. Whilst performing for royalty at the auspicious St Albion’s School for Young Transvestites, the belicose squid actually threw the lighter into the crowd, killing thirteen children, a teacher, and one young prince.
In police custody, Nauticles was insistent on the involvement of the Cuddlefish Mafia, but the only link was a note left in a hotel room in a particular kind of ink that seemed not to come from any natural source. Conspiracy theorists to this day maintain Nauticles’ innocence. (I should add, no one is suggesting Nauticles didn’t kill quite a lot of people, penguins, and fellow cephalopods in the robot battling arena – only that Nauticles did not start the fire that killed the little prince/ss.”
April 1, 2008 at 8:54 pm
I don’t think there would be a super-saturation of things Vandmeer for the reader since that’s the whole point we readers come here, right? All things Vandermeer, all the time!
April 1, 2008 at 9:23 pm
You know, I made the same offer to Rick Kleffel once, a couple of years ago, and that didn’t work, either. What is it with you guys? You complain, but you never follow through when I generously offer to solve your problem. You’d think you’d be grateful.
Of course, I just started listening to a freebie today on my 60-mile commute to my paying job, and had to give up after only half an hour; I was rolling my eyes so often at the prose that I was becoming a hazard to navigation. So I do understand that quantity isn’t always quality. But still, the piles you get do seem to far exceed in quality the trickle I get. I think I just need to write more, for more outlets, and see what happens. Let the floodgates open!
April 2, 2008 at 12:23 am
1) I agree with banzai cat.
2) I don’t think skepticism and devotion are mutually exclusive. Throughout history we can see remarkable discoveries that came not only from questioning the norm but from challenging even what was considered sacred. I believe skepticism at its best makes either the asker or the audience uncomfortable in a way that says maybe we are breaking new ground, and I think tackling that discomfort takes a great deal of devotion. (Yes, I answered your question, even though I think you were probably being rhetorical. I am close to shutting up now.)
3) As I walked about today I kept getting the urge to shout out: “Squidpunk!” This made me happy.
Now I’m done :)
April 2, 2008 at 7:19 am
Thanks for 2). Rhetorical perhaps but mostly just, for a moment, a little weary. It’s a long year with a lot of hard-fought campaigns ahead. Sometimes I just want a day where I can watch Fraiser 24-7.
This may not be the kind of revelation I should make, but…I used to drive Ann nuts by every once in awhile yelling “SQUID!” out the car window at someone walking along the sidewalk.
Jeff
April 2, 2008 at 12:28 pm
If ever you actually start work on that pretty, pretty squidpunk book, I expect a call, Mister!
April 2, 2008 at 12:51 pm
Absolutely! I wish I knew someone at Chronicle Books–it’d be perfect for them.
Another dream project: writing a biography of Angela Carter.
Jeff
November 1, 2010 at 12:41 am
dance floors with shiny marble tiles are my favorite :