June 26th, 2010


The Thousand Books

So I read this cartoon, and it's clever, but ...

... my immediate thought was, "only a thousand?"  I'm not sure there are less than a thousand books in my office alone.  There must be well over 10,000 in the house, because that was our last estimate years ago.  *chuckle*  And no, I never did get through all of my parents' books.  I am never going to run out of books in this house, and neither will anyone else.

In Defense of the Story

Nnedi Okorafor speaks about the complaints people have lodged against her African science fiction novel Who Fears Death. Variously people are unhappy with the portrayals of Africa, African culture, Africa's future, female characters, the alteration of female genitalia, magic, and assorted other things. Some are unhappy with what Nnedi writes; from the sound of it, some are probably unhappy that she writes.

This is what freedom looks like: One woman telling her story whether other people like it or not. Yes, it has some bitter truths in it, but it has sweet ones too. I've been sufficiently intrigued to investigate it at a bookstore, even though I can't afford to buy it yet. The power of the story is plenty noticable even at a glance.

If you're offended by the idea of people dogpiling an author -- from multiple directions, in fact, on the same story -- for writing something important to her, then go poke them in the eye. Buy a copy of Who Fears Death. That'll show 'em. Enough sales can bring a book to the attention of certain literary awards. For that matter, here is a list of science fiction awards. If you've read the book and like it, think about which of these it might be eligible for and nominate it if possible or call it to the attention of folks involved in the award.

And to other writers: speak your truth, share your myth, tell your story. Never let anyone stop you. Don't be cruel for the sake of cruelty alone, but don't hesitate to handle challenging or controversial topics. The world is not changed by the timid, nor are great books written by writers who flinch away from the painful scenes. To be a writer is to hold wildfire in your hands and shape it into a crucible; you pour in liquid ideas and effort, and white-hot sculptures come out the other end, dancing in the heat waves. If this is why you are here, then live up to your purpose. Never let anyone stop you.