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        Preview for Podcast of Monday, March 26, 2007: History and this place.
        
           Here's an MP3
                preview of the Monday March 26, 2007 podcast for The Agony Column.
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          03-23-07: Kelley Eskridge Goes from 'Solitaire'
        to 'Dangerous Space'  
      
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          When Kelley Eskridge's novel
          'Solitaire' came out in 2002, I was just starting up this column, and
          given the notice it was getting everywhere else,
            I gave it a pass. 'Solitaire' did end up on a number of notable lists,
            most notable the NYT Notable Books list. So I waited patiently for
          the next novel, for the next ... anything. Patience is occasionally
          rewarded,
            in this case with 'Dangerous Space' (Aqueduct Press ; June, 2007
          ; $18), a new collection of short stories that acts as a great introduction
          to
            Eskridge's work. It collects stories from nearly 20 years of writing. "The
            first draft of the oldest story was written in 1998," Eskridge
            tells us in the publisher's Q&A that came with the arc, "and
            the most recent story was finished in 2007." With an introduction
            by Geoff Ryman, this collection from wonderfully primed-for-action
            Aqueduct Press
            shoots onto the must-have list for this year -- and probably onto
            a few award ballots as well.  
             
          Eskridge is my favorite kind of science ^H^H^H^H^H^H^H speculative
            fiction writer, the sort who is very interested in using the tropes
            of the genre
          to externalize that which we’d prefer not to discuss and force it
          into the spotlight. "I use the speculative elements to write stories
          about difference without having to justify those differences," she
          writes in the Q&A, "they simply become part of the landscape." For
          Eskridge, science fiction is, "the place where we can make metaphor
          concrete; create alienation overtly, make literal demons within that
          sometimes overwhelm us, assume it's possible to truly 'get inside'
          someone else's
          experience." 
           
          The experiences she gets inside run the gamut here. There of the stories
          feature her deliberately ambiguously gendered character Mars. "And
          Salome Danced", short-listed for a Tiptree award, is an SFnal vampire
          tale that revolves around art and talent as opposed to blood and violence; "Dangerous
          Space", a novella original to this volume plays with sex to the tune
          of music, and "Eye of the Storm" slips towards sword and sorcery. "Alien
          Jane" was a finalist for the Nebula Award and adapted by the Giant
          Snake Channel into an episode of a show featuring no giant snakes. Eskriddge
          likes to torment art, and she does so chillingly in "Strings",
          a compelling dystopian vision of art and music. Presumably, she's on the
          RIAA's "we're gonna sue our customers if they won’t buy the
          crap we make now" list. A fine business strategy, and one that I'll
          be pursuing myself. "City Life" looks at a woman with a gift
          or a problem -- you choose, while ":Eye of the Storm" posits
          a character who discover that sex only works in concert with violence
          -- not that speculative at all. 
           
          Eskridge (who has a website
          here) is one of those writers who, in a
          better world, would not even be thought of science or speculative fiction.
          She'd
          just be
          called:
          good
          writing. One presumes that in the fullness of time, she will write
          a speculative fiction story or novel about a world in which work such
          as hers is not,
          in fact considered unusual.  
           
        Look for it in the science fiction or fantasy shelves of your bookstore.  
         
      
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            03-22-07: James D. Houston's 'Bird of Another
        Heaven' 
         
      
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      Kingdom of Hawaii
       
      
        
          
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        I first met James D. Houston at
          the presentation of Santa Cruz Artist of the year to Laurie R. King last
          year. Houston lives in Santa Cruz, not
            far from KUSP, in a house once owned by Patty Reed, a survivor of the
            Donner Party and the subject of Houston's bestselling novel 'Snow Mountain
            Passage'. Houston told me at the time that he had never thought of himself
            as a historical novelist until he moved into that house and learned of
            its previous owner and her past. "We didn't know that the house
            had a history when we moved in," he told me. "It was just the
            cheapest place we could find in Santa Cruz at the time." 
             
          But for Houston, all characters start with place, and the more he learned
          about the house and it’s previous owner, the more intrigued he became
          with creating its history as fiction. "Later on, we found out it had
          this extraordinary history, but I'm always thinking of that relationship
          between the character and the place, so wherever a person's located is
          part of the character development for me, right from the beginning." It's
          important to realize that "we" in this statement includes Houston's
          wife, Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston, with whom he co authored the bona-fide
          classic 'Farewell to Manzanar'. Houston may not think that he has written
          much history, but he certainly has a history in American literature. 
           
          That history is about to grow with the release of 'Bird of Another Heaven'
          (Knopf / Random House ; March 26, 2007 ; $25), a story that spans over
          one hundred years from the arrival of the King of Hawai'i in San Francisco
          in 1881 to the takeover of a San Francisco radio station by a faceless
          conglomerate in 1987. Houston's story is at base the story of how layers
          of family spin across the American landscape, of the limits of our memory
          and what happens to our lives and our understanding of our lives when we
          step beyond those limits. It's the story of American ambitions and our
          unending willingness to conquer in the name of peace, so long as peace
          is named "commerce", and how the bonds of family from the past
          extend into the future. 
           
          The novel begins as the King of Hawai'i records his last words on one
          of the first Edison voice recorders in a hotel in San Francisco. But
          in order
          to get to this point, Houston's narrator, Sheridan Brody, a calm talk
          show radio host, has to break what I came to think of as "the
          grandmother barrier". Brody discovers the scene when he meets
          his grandmother and then discovers a journal of the life of his great
          grandmother. And
          that's when the novel did what all great novels do; it made me reflect
          on my own life and think that while I knew a bit about my grandparents'
          lives on both sides, my knowledge beyond that -- of my great grandparents
          -- was pretty much a blank. And as the novel gripped me more and more
          with
          the fascinating
          story
          of how Hawai'i became a state, the layers of family and generation
          perceptions
          infiltrated my own perceptions. 1881 seems a lot like 2007, and 1987
          seems a lot like 1881. We access the recent past through the distant
          past, if
          need be. The layers of family and place tie us together inexorably
          and inevitably. We can read Houston's gorgeously written history as
          we live
          through and write our own. At one point in the novel, Brody suggests
          that every family has a genealogist, the one who becomes obsessed with
          documenting
          where the family has been. I'm not that person for my family, but I
          know that person in our family. I can see the layers of truth and see
          my own
          place in the generations the have left me here upon this far shore,
          and in the generations that will leave this shore behind. This place
          must here
          and now be my heaven. There are others, I suppose, waiting to be discovered
        in the past and waiting to be created in the future.  
         
        
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        03-21-07: A Review of 'Finn' by Jon Clinch ;
        Orson Scott Card Launches 'Space Boy' 
         
      
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      One wonders how many
      great novels have been killed before they were even begun. The thought
      certainly comes to mind when reading 'Finn' by
        Jon Clinch, which I review
        in-depth today. You don’t even have
        to talk to the author to know that many well-meaning editors and reading-group
            advisors had to have told Clinch that it would not be a good idea
        to
            go head-to-head with Mark Twain. But sometimes authors don’t
            listen, and readers are well-served as result. 'Finn' is a wonderful
            book, dark
            and disturbing as any recent horror novel.  
             
          Don’t let the connection to Twain put you off, and don't think
            you need to (re)-read 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' in order
            to read
          and enjoy 'Finn'. Clinch's work stands on its own. 'Finn' does without
          doubt challenge the reader. Clinch tells his story not in chronological
          order, but rather in pathological order, as the shreddings of a diseased
          and sick mind peel away the past. And Clinch is unsparing in his dissection
          of fathers and sons versus slaves and masters. Still, there are points
          of light here. Not thousand, not even ten. But the real light is the
            revelation of Clinch as a superb author of supernatural-seeming darkly-inflected
            reality.  
         
      
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          Closeted Monsters 
        
          
            
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          We all know about
          the monster in the closet. They’re real, of
          course, though their nature may not be what you’d expect. Orson
          Scott Card, who is amply familiar with children, their literature and
          their fears,
          has made a career out of plucking that monster from the closet and
          putting it squarely in the sights of gun manned by a boy. I'm not even
          sure how
          many books there are in Scott's 'Ender's Game' series at this point.
          'Space Boy' (Subterranean Press ; August 20, 2007 ; $35) is not one
          o them, but
          the deluxe, hardcover edition of this novella from Subterranean Press
          is likely be come as scarce as the closeted monster. We all know why
          those
          monsters hide in the closet. I mean, ask yourself; do you ever seethe
          closet monsters outside of the closet? No, that's because some is hunting
          them
          down. Or perhaps they aren't what we thought they were. 
           
          'Space Boy' offers readers that perennial delight, space travel without
          the hardware. As much as we like our rocket ships and whatnot, short-cutting
          to the straight-ahead adventure is a great way to cut to the chase. Todd
          is a kid like just about everybody who reads this column. He learns the
          names of the astronauts, the planets, all the space stuff you can imagine.
          But you might not imagine the monster in his closet. What it is, is best
          left unsaid. What it offers Card is the opportunity to craft a story that
          is highly appealing to the entire age spectrum of science fiction readers.
          Card writes with a deceptively simple clarity here, the kind of smart science-fiction
          fairy tale that is exciting and rewarding for anyone who wants to wrap
          their brain around the present clothed as the near-future.  
           
          While the proof does not have the illustrations, the colophon page
          credits illustrations to Lance Card. The cover is certainly evocative;
          it looks
          like what happens to teenagers in their minds the first time they get
          really, really high. On science fiction, I hasten to add. Do you want
          to get high
          on science fiction? 'Space Boy' -- no surprise about that title now
          -- might do the trick, even if you think you've grown accustomed to
          the unreal.  
         
         
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           03-20-07: Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling Travel 'Coyote
      Road'
           
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          The Indoctrination Trick
           
        
          
            
            
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          In war, it's all about hearts and minds. If we win the hearts and minds
            of our enemies, if we can just get them to see things our way, then we
            defuse the conflict from within.  
             
          And it's always easiest to win the hearts and minds of the young. To start
          early. 
           
          Most science fiction readers start early in their reading lives, and the
          pull of the genre is so powerful that it never really recedes. When you
          get a youth interested in reading science fiction, then both reading and
          the genre will play a significant part in the rest of their lives. Just
          like tobacco! Hook 'em young, you got a customer till they kick the bucket.
          Probably less damaging, but it depends on whom you ask. 
           
          Many of the current generation of aging SF readers probably got their start
          with Heinlein juvenile, or the seminal works of writers like Ray Bradbury
          and Arthur C. Clarke. A younger batch of readers probably started with
          'Mirrorshades' and 'Neuromancer'. In part, we come upon science fiction
          and fantasy because they're the only things thrown at us in our reading
          for school that doesn't bore us shitless. If we're lucky, some enterprising
          and mildly hip teacher asks us to read 'The Veldt', or Edgar Allen Poe.
          And once you get the hook set, it stops being a hook and becomes instead
          a passion for reading, for reading the sort of work that makes your brain
          feel bigger and better. That kind of immersion in reading leads to the
          enjoyment of work beyond the genre, for the same brain cells that enjoy
          science fiction, fantasy and horror soon learn to love the well-written
          words regardless of what they describe.  
           
          The standard bearers for the Young Adult hook-books these days are, of
          course, those in the Harry Potter series. These books have created their
          own genre in terms of sales and publishers are understandably scrambling
          to look for (wait for it) ( ... and ... ) the next Harry Potter. In their
          rush to discover such a mythical beast, they have of course forgotten that
          Rowling's series was sort of unique back when it came out. It's practically
          drowning in imitators, and some have done spectacularly well themselves.
          But the next Harry Potter is, if anything, going to be quite different
          from the current model and equally unexpected.  
           
          Let me then offer for your delectation this version of "the next Harry
          Potter", a collection of stories edited by the venerable team of Ellen
          Datlow and Terri Windling, 'The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales' (Viking Children's
          Books / Penguin Putnam ; July 2007 ; $19.95). And let me immediately qualify
          my previous sentence. No, I don’t see this book racking up the
          kind of sales that Harry Potter sees. Probably not. But. It could happen.
          Let's
          take a look at the book and at who might be interested in the work
          therein. 
           
          'The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales' is the third volume in Datlow and
          Windling's "mythic
          fiction" anthology series, following 'The Green Man' and 'The Faery
          Reel'. It includes an informative preface by both editors, a scholarly
          introduction by Windling, twenty-six stories by a variety of writers (well
          twenty-four stories and two poems, to be academic, which is highly appropriate
          in this case), with each story followed by both an author bio and an author's
          note. It's "decorated" (read: illustrated) by no less than Charles
          Vess. And finally, there's a list of further reading, which includes such
          notable novels as Christopher Moore's 'Coyote Blue', Jeffrey Ford's 'The
          Girl in the Glass' and Neil Gaiman's 'Anansi
          Boys'. It's important to look
          at everything in the book, not just the selection of mind-bogglingly great
          fiction. Expect a few award nominations for some of the stories to be found
          in here. Kij Johnson's "The Evolution of Trickster Stories Among the
          Dogs of North Park After the Change" turned my head right round. Jeffrey
          Ford is a masterful short story writer and well-loved in general, so the
          presence of "The Dreaming Wind" will surely sell more than a
          few copies. Ellen Klages, fresh from Tachyon's 'Portable Childhoods' covers "Friday
          Night at St. Cecilia's", and genre veteran Pat Murphy starts things
          off smart with "One Odd Shoe". So in spite of this coming
          from the kiddie books division over at Viking, there are reasons aplenty
          for
          any genre fiction fan to bring this one home. 
           
          But the real audience for this book, I would think, would be that fairly
          large population of hip teachers, those folks who read the genre or are
          at least not averse to it, and want to plant the seeds for a new generation
          of readers. It seems to me that this would be the ideal reading textbook
          for a high school class, the sort of book that students would actually
          enjoy reading, and that might turn a few of them into permanent readers.
          I hope the Viking is sending this out to school district book buyers and
          libraries. Or even just making the students buy the damn book; though more
          than a few parents will enjoy it as well. For who is more like a teenager
          than the Trickster? The combination of good and evil, of knowledge and
          ignorance, that duality of child and adult defines the Trickster figure.
          The Trickster is the perpetual teenager in all of us.  
           
          The solid center of the audience for this book will include fans of
          the specific authors, fans of the artist, and fans of the editors.
          That's a
          pretty substantial number of readers, and what probably got this off
          the ground in the first place. But wouldn’t it be nice if this anthology
          were to become "the next Harry Potter"? And it is not unreasonable.
          With appeal to both young adults, educators and genre readers, 'The
          Coyote Road' cuts across a wide cross-section of readers. Readers,
          one would imagine,
          who hope that the book creates a new set of readers. The trickster
          may capture the hearts and minds, and not just souls and trinkets.  
         
      
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  03-19-07: "They still have to do their laundry, even if you're
          sleeping in dirt" 
           
      
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        A 2007 Interview with Christopher Moore 
        
        
          
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        There is one thing I've learned to expect when talking to Christopher
        Moore; he's not a big fan of reading his own work. Beyond that, I just
        read
        the books, and believe me, it's a delight each and every time. Moore
        is a master who is now not just at the top of his own game, where he's
        been essentially since book one, but at the top of other lists as well.
        Like the bestseller list. 
  
        It's richly deserved and a long time coming. When I first talked to Moore,
        we talked about his life as a midlist author. This time around, we had
        the chance to talk about his life as a bestselling author. "You
        get to fly first class," he told me. "On the long flights." But
        of course, his life as a superstar of the writing world (he didn't wear
        a cape or come with an entourage) was not the sole subject of our conversation.
        Mostly, we talked about his new novel 'You
        Suck', an engaging and hilarious
        sequel to 1995's 'Bloodsucking
        Fiends', which, yes, I shall cop to it
        now so that I don’t get hit for it later, I called 'Bloodsucking
        Freaks' just once during our interview. Moore talked about how he uses
        realism to wring some laugh-out-loud humor out of the most over-worked
        monster cliché in the horror genre. He also spilled the dirt on
        turkey bowling. You remember turkey bowling from 'Bloodsucking Fiends'
        and 'You Suck', right? It's that touch of realism that makes the vampires
        stuff seem sort of pedestrian and utterly buyable. Well, it so happens
        that Moore wasn't making that up, not was he the sort of fellow who wanders
        into the 24-hour Safeway to get a bottle of milk in wee hours of the
        morning. It so happens that Moore himself once was in Tommy Flood's shoes;
        managing a pack of late teen and young twenty-something Animals with
        a really strong union, so that th1rte3n GUYS were there to do the work
        of four on the grave shift. I'll only add that turkey bowling is where
        it starts. Moore 'splains where it ends. 
         
        We also talked about Moore's work for the movies and yes, television.
        This is where it gets good, where he spills the dirt on the TV series
        we'll likely never see, though I hope that readers will write to the
        networks and DEMAND his various big ideas be used to illuminate screens
        small and large. In fact, in case you just can't wait to hear just that
        part, I've sliced it out for you. So you can hear just
        the showbiz stuff here, cos I'm shamelessly to pick up some movie
        and TV site readers. One presumes that if they find Moore's words about
        movie and TV funny
        (they will) perhaps they'll be more willing to go back and hear
        the entire of the interview as either an MP3 or a RealAudio
        file, for those who
        like TinnySurround sound experience. And then....OMFG. Read a book.  
         
        The horror.
         
         
        And now for the kicker. This week is pledge week at my NPR affiliate,
        KUSP. To say my segment on Friday was less-than-salubrious would be an
        exaggeration. While my producer said he wouldn't can me, I'm hoping that
        readers will be willing to go to the KUSP
        website and pledge, like $5,
        via the web and mention: Rick Kleffel Talk of the Bay Friday Author Interviews.
        You can cut and paste that string into the comments section on the second
        page of the pleddge dealie, and it’s
        important to do so, otherwise your contributions will be attributed
        to other portions
        of the schedul.. KUSP is the reason I'm able to get access to these
        great authors. If every
        reader
        who downloaded
        a couple
        of MP3's
        in the
        last
        year or
        so
        did this, it would be (trust me) a veritable flood of donations that
        would be utterly painless for yon readers and utterly priceless for yon
        interviewer and the this column and podcast. If you can't, and I understand
        that, even an email to KUSP can help.  
         
        In any event, here's another outstanding guest for the Agony Column podcast,
        Chris Moore, with yet another exercise left for the listeners. Do you
        think that I asked Chris Moore about how he uses the word fuck? Give
        the interview a listen, and then send me an email telling me Chris's
        favorite variation on our favorite word. I'll enter you in my latest
        drawing to win some desirable book. I can't say what it is just yet,
        I'm making this up as I type. Last week was very busy, but this week
        I've got enough room to send out the three signed copies of China Miéville's
        'Un Lun Dun'. What can you win with this drawing? If nought else, more
        podcasts. Stay tuned. 
         
           
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