New German short story available – Neue Kurzgeschichte auf Deutsch erhältlich: Gesetzlose Liebe

It’s new release announcement time again. This time around, my new release is another German language title, namely the German translation of Outlaw Love, the lesbian Old West romance that’s one of my most popular stories to date. Coincidentally, this also marks my 50th e-book release.

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Es ist mal wieder Zeit, ein neues E-Book anzukündigen. Diesmal handelt es sich wieder um eine deutschsprachige Erzählung, nämlich um die Übersetzung von Outlaw Love, einer lesbischen Liebesgeschichte aus dem Wilden Westen, die zu meinen populärsten Geschichten zählt. Übrigens ist Gesetzlose Liebe meine 50. E-Book Veröffentlichung sowie mein 7. deutsches E-Book.

Gesetzlose Liebe
Gesetzlose Liebe von Cora Buhlert Einst war Lola Laverne war einer der größten Stars im Europa des 19. Jahrhunderts, Sängerin, Tänzerin, Geliebte von Millionären und Königen.

Aber all dies ist Vergangenheit, und nun sitzt Lola in einer Zelle in Silver Dollar City, einem Goldgräbernest in Wilden Westen, verurteilt zum Tode durch den Strang, weil sie einen Mann erschossen hat, der versucht hat, sie zu vergewaltigen.

Männer waren schon immer Lolas Verderben. Aber ist dies wirklich das Ende für sie? Wird Lola wirklich ihren letzten Tanz am Ende das Galgenstrickes aufführen oder hat das Schicksal etwas anderes für sie im Sinn? Und wird Lola endlich die wahre Natur ihrer Wünsche erkennen?

Für mehr Informationen, besuchen sie die Gesetzlose Liebe Seite.

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Of She-Hulk, Romance and Soylent Green – The Latest on Gender and Genre

While I was away (photos coming soon), the controversies about gender and genre didn’t dry up. I already blogged about the all women Nebula winner slate and how the usual suspects are pissed off about that. If you can stand more incoherent ranting how women sweeping the Nebula is a sign of the end times or something, you can find it at the blog of a certain venereal disease.

But the Nebula (non)-controversy isn’t the only debate on gender and genre issues going on right now. For starters, some guy called David S. Goyer, whose screenwriting credits include the Christopher Nolan Batman trilogy, Man of Steel, the Blade trilogy, Ghost Rider: Spirits of Vengeance and the Nick Fury TV movie starring David Hasselhoff and who is supposed to write the script for the upcoming Man of Steel sequel and possible Justice League movie, decided to share his thoughts about superheroes and film adaptations of superhero comics in a podcast. Since he’s written rather a lot of superhero movies, you’d think he’d have something insightful to say about them. Or maybe not, cause have you ever seen any of those movies?

Anyway, Goyer managed to insult pretty much the entire core fanbase for his movies by first claiming that the Martian Manhunter was a goofy and unbelievable character and that only people who’d even heard of the character were sad geeks who’d never had sex in their lives. And this is the guy you want to write a Justice League movie? Really?

But it gets worse, because David Goyer decided to call Marvel’s She-Hulk, a character he thankfully hasn’t been asked to write, a “giant green porn star that only the Hulk can fuck”.

Of course, this is a horribly inaccurate view of She-Hulk and so the rebuttals came fast. At the Washington Post site, Alyssa Rosenberg declares that She-Hulk is a feminist superheroine and not a male power fantasy. Also at the Washington Post, She-Hulk creator Stan Lee points out what every comic fan as well as everybody who knows to use Google already knows, namely that Jennifer Walters a.k.a. She-Hulk was never intended as a love interest for Bruce Banner a.k.a. the Hulk*, because they are cousins. At the Daily Dot finally, Gavia Baker-Whitelaw notes that the true problem here is that Stan Lee still manages to have more progressive views on female characters at age 91 than David S. Goyer. Meanwhile, A. Lee Martinez offers his appreciation of She-Hulk.

Now Goyer reducing She-Hulk to a mere sex object offends me much more than “mainstream screenwriter says something stupid about comic characters” normally should, because the She-Hulk will always hold a special place in my heart, though not for anything the actual character did. For back in the late 1980s, a company named Comics Spain manufactured beautiful PVC figures of various superheroes. They didn’t have a lot of women, but one of the very few they had (along with Spider-Woman in her Jessica Drew identity) was She-Hulk. Later they also added Wonder Woman and Starfire. Since I’d been collecting PVC figurines since I was 2 years old, I was of course entranced by the beautiful Comics Spain figurines**. However, my budget was severely limited, so I could only afford a single figure at first. And the one I chose was She-Hulk. Not because I had any idea who the character was (though I could guess at a connection to the Hulk), but because she was a cool, tough looking woman, whose costume was much cooler than Spider-Woman’s.

The fact that I had no idea who the character was didn’t stop me from making up my own stories about the Green Lady as I called her. So I came up with an origin for her as well as a story about an essentially normal woman who suddenly finds herself with superpowers and ends up working with other superheroes (who initially mistake her for an evil alien), even though she finds the whole trappings of superherodom rather silly and also has the habit of getting people’s codenames wrong. Eventually she also has a romance of her own (with the Phantom, whose PVC figure I specifically bought to be her boyfriend). I loved this character and wrote approximately two notebooks worth of stories about her and her adventures. I recently looked at them again and for all their obvious weaknesses, there are bits that still make me laugh more than twenty years later.

Because I was curious, I eventually got some of the comics starring the actual She-Hulk (as well as Jade of Infinity Inc., because I initially got them mixed up and basically bought any comic with a green woman in it). I think the only reason I own some Fantastic Four and Avengers comics is because She-Hulk was a member (or if it was an X-Men crossover). I also have a nearly complete run of her solo series by John Byrne. But while I like Jennifer Walters a.k.a. the She-Hulk a whole lot (ditto for Jade), my first association when I see a green-skinned superheroine will always be the character I created so many years ago. I still have the figurine, too.

However, the biggest question raised by David Goyer’s outburst is how on Earth did a guy who obviously doesn’t know much about comics and has zero respect for either the medium or its fans get to write the screenplays to so many superhero movies? Until a few years ago, it used to be a common problem that superhero movies were often made by writers, directors and actors who had zero respect or understanding for the source material and mostly saw the films as an easy paycheck. But it seemed to me that this has changed, because of late we have been getting more and more superhero movies made by people who actually seem to enjoy what they’re doing whether they are longtime fans or not. So why does someone like David Goyer keep getting jobs writing the screenplays for superhero movies? Yes, the Dark Knight trilogy was a big success (though I don’t like it at all), but it’s not the be-all and end-all of superhero movies.

In other news, at The New Republic a literary critic named William Giraldi decided to take on the romance genre in general and Fifty Shades of Grey in particular. Never mind that Giraldi is approx. two years too late to the party, because the majority of posts about the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon on this blog date from April and May 2012, the article is also condescending and just plain terrible. Here is a taste:

Dreck of this stupendous caliber has a particular advantage over literature in that one doesn’t have to read all of it to surmise, accurately and eternally, that it is all uniformly awful and awfully uniform—romance novels, like racists, tend to be the same wherever you turn. It’s pointless to spend much time impugning these books as writing because they really aren’t meant to be considered as actual writing, the same way a Twinkie wasn’t meant to be considered as actual food.

Yes, because reading and enjoying romance novels is just like racism. Honestly, there aren’t enough eye-rolls in the world.

It goes on like this, as Giraldi blatantly offends everybody who ever cracked open a romance novel, while he tries to cram every exotic term he knows into the article in an ill-fated attempt to show how clever and educated he is. Now I have made no secret of the fact that I don’t care for Fifty Shades of Grey and in fact feel that the trilogy’s enormous success was a step back for the romance genre. But blanket-insulting a whole genre, a female dominated genre at that, as well as its readers and writers just makes him come across like a misogynist jerk.

Naturally, an article as clueless and offensive as William Giraldi’s also drew plenty of responses. At The Washington Post, Alyssa Rosenberg takes on the sheer misogyny of Giraldi’s article and points out that canonical literary classics (which Giraldi believes women should read instead of romance novels) are often pretty damn unfriendly for women whose role in such books mostly is to suffer and die. Smart Bitches, Trashy Books has a lengthy rebuttal complete with videos and animated gifs. They also point out that the biased and clueless coverage of the romance genre in many mainstream publications makes specialist bloggers more relevant. At The Radish, Natalie Luhrs not just quotes the wonderful Joanna Russ (because you can never quote How to Suppress Women’s Writing enough), but also points out how absolutely beyond the pale Giraldi’s refusal to use E.L. James’ pen name (apparently, he is offended she chose the surname “James”, because it is “sacral” to him) and instead referring to her by her legal name is.

Finally, the New York Times reports that Soylent Green tastes pretty appalling. Yes, this is not a joke. Some enterprising engineers really invented a protein drink that is supposed to offer all the nutrients the human body needs and decided to call it “Soylent”, because apparently they wanted people to either gag or make “It’s people” jokes, whenever they spotted the product on a shelf.

*That said, Bruce Banner as portrayed in the Avengersverse movies absolutely needs a love interest. Either Betty Ross from the comics or someone else, e.g. Maria Hill or Sif or a new character. Though I suspect that Black Widow and/or Pepper Potts are working on fixing him up with someone as we speak.

**Googling Comics Spain figurines makes me so angry about those I don’t have such as the whole cast of the old Dungeons and Dragons cartoon (I only had two characters). Apparently, they also made a Doctor Strange and Candy Candy from the eponymous anime, which I loved as a teen. I never saw those figurines at all.

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Photos: Charles Rennie Mackintosh Architecture

I promised you photos, so here you have photos. Alas, these photos aren’t new, but were drawn from my personal archives due to current events.

You may have heard that the Glasgow School of Art, a stunning Art Noveau building designed by the great Scottish architect and designer Charles Rennie Mackintosh, burned down last Friday. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but the building itself is a huge loss en par with the fire at the Duchess Anna Amalia Library in Weimar in 2004. For Art Noveau architecture, a style which already is quite rare due to being deemed too radical in its day and not radical enough by latter generations, this is the worst loss since Victor Horta‘s L’Innovation department store in Brussels burned down in 1967, killing 323 people in one of the great unsolved (and sadly forgotten) cases of the 20th century. The link itself is not graphic, but be warned that if you google for images of the building, you will find graphic images.

I’m a big fan of Art Noveau design and architecture, so I have been aware of Charles Rennie Mackintosh and his work for a long time now. And seeing footage of the fire reminded me that I actually have some photos of the Glasgow School of Art and other Charles Rennie Mackintosh buildings in my archives, taken during a trip in 2010. So enjoy the architecture and interior design of Charles Rennie Mackintosh, some of which is now lost: Continue reading →

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Back again and some comments on the 2013 Nebula Awards

As mentioned in my last post, I was in Scotland for a few days on very short notice. The hotel WiFi was actually decent, but only free for 30 minutes per day, which is only just about enough to deal with vital e-mail that needs to be dealt with and maybe look up a few things. Hence there was no blogging these past few days. However, I managed to take a lot of photos.

Of course, neither the world nor the SFF part of it stopped, while I was away. And so the 2013 Nebula Awards were awarded last weekend. The full list of winners is here. Continue reading →

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Away for a Few Days Linkdump

I’ll be away for a few days and since I’m not sure about Internet availability, it may be until the middle of next week until I can post again. However, there will be photos when I’m back.

But in the meantime, here is a linkdump:

Tor.com has a very interesting article by Chen Qiufan about Chinese science fiction. This is a subject I know very little about (I know some Chinese translators, but they don’t do SF), so I was happy to find this overview.

At The Guardian, Joanne Harris muses whether the existence of women’s fiction as a separate subcategory is a sign that that the literary world is still very sexist. It’s one of those articles that make you want to quote How to Suppress Women’s Writing again, which is really depressing considering it came out in 1983. Yet here we are, 31 years later, and very little has changed.

The New York Times offers an extensive profile of James Patterson and his bestseller writing factory. Now James Patterson is one of those writers whose success absolutely mystifies me and his approach to writing and storytelling, as outlined in the article, is pretty much the antithesis to how I approach these things. Still interesting, though, as a glimpse into the dark side.

Apex has an article by Javier Grillo-Marxuach, who worked as a screenwriter on Lost, about why Lost succeeded, while so many more or less blatant Lost copies failed. Now I stopped watching Lost halfway through season 2, so it obviously didn’t work for me, but the theses of Javier Grillo-Marxuach are still interesting.

Screenrobot gets into the grimdark debate with this article, in which Taylor Burns laments how the success of Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight trilogy suddenly turned every second summer blockbuster into a grey-tinged epos of grimdark misery. Now I am on record as never having been a fan of Christopher Nolan’s work, all the way back to Memento, which arrived in our cinemas with huge accolades from “in the know” US cinemagoers and just flat out sucked. Though in this house we still refer to Jorja Fox’s character on CSI as “Ms. Memento” more than ten years later. As for Nolan’s take on Batman, I kind of liked Batman Begins, flat out hated The Dark Knight and never bothered with the third one. As for the whole grimdark mode in modern entertainment, I have made my views on that clear on more than one occasion.

But luckily there is a solution. Since DC seems to be on a grimdark kick with its superhero movies of late, simply watch Marvel if you want some fun in your summer blockbuster superhero action, mixed with the occasional bit of surprising emotional depth for a superhero movie.

However, back when I still read superhero comics, the bits I always liked best were the quiet moments of the characters hanging out inbetween the big battles and worldshattering events. Very few superhero movies actually manage to capture these moments. The X-Men movies, particularly the second one, have the occasional bit along those lines. So do the Avengersverse movies.

But if you want more, here is an absolute delight: Steve Rogers’ American Captain is a fictional diary comic drawn by Steve Rogers – yes, that Steve Rogers – about adjusting to life in the 21st century, dealing with (or rather failing to deal with) his PTSD and hanging out with the other Avengers. Before he became Captain America, Steve Rogers was an art student (and we actually see him sketching in some of the movies), so it makes sense for him to have a comic diary. And for those of us who always liked the downtime bits best, there is plenty of interaction between Steve, his fellow Avengers and their respective partners. Some really neat bits of characterisation, too, such as Pepper Potts sort of adopting Steve (Tony is not amused) or the fact that everybody uses Bruce Banner as the inofficial team therapist.

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Yet more thoughts on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. now that it finally got good

Like many people, I had some initial problems with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. such as the fact that the main characters were mostly bland, the vast majority of antagonists in the early episodes were people of colour, which was made all the more notable by the fact that the main cast was so very white, and that maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. is not really an outfit many people can sympathize with in the days of the NSA scandal. I go a bit deeper into my issues with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. here and here.

Shortly after I wrote those posts, I stopped watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. That is, I still got the episodes, I simply no longer got around to watching them, because the show simply wasn’t interesting enough to make time for it. It was only when I got sick with a stomach bug and suddenly found myself without the energy to do more than lie on a sofa and watch TV that I found myself catching up with the episodes I missed. And lo and behold, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. got a lot better after approx. episode 10. It also got a lot less one-sided with regard to who got to play heroes and who got to play villains.

Spoilers in the following: Continue reading →

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Eurovision 2014 or It ain’t over till the bearded lady wins

This year’s Eurovision Song Contest not just offered a surprising number of decent songs and performances (they probably weeded most of the bad ones out during the semi-finals), but also struck a blow for tolerance, equality and non-binary gender, when the gender-neutral Austrian contestant Conchita Wurst won by a wide margin. Her winning performance can be seen here. This is Austria’s second ever win in 59 years of Eurovision history, 48 years after Austria’s first win for Udo Jürgens with “Merci Cherie” back in 1966. My impressions of previous Eurovision Song Contests may be found here BTW.

In the run-up to the contest, Conchita Wurst got a lot of attention as well as some transphobic blow-back particularly from Russia and other countries in Eastern Europe, where homophobia and transphobia are still a lot stronger. Which makes it even more amazing that Conchita Wurst not only won the contest, but that she also got many votes, including a few 10 and 12 point votes from Eastern Europe. Her acceptance speech, “This is for all those who believe in the future of peace and freedom – you know who you are. You are unity and your are unstoppable”, was also remarkable, especially considering that the Eurovision Song Contest is watched by approximately 125 million people worldwide on TV (and even more via livestream), many of whom live in places where being different is not nearly as accepted as in the more liberal parts of Western Europe.

This is not the first time a transperson has won the Eurovision Song Contest by the way. That honour goes to the 1998 winner Dana International from Israel. But Dana International looked traditionally feminine, whereas Conchita Wurst embraces her non-binary gender identity. And yes, there will inevitably be those who say that Conchita only won, because she is a woman with a beard. But that would be grossly unfair, because regardless the the performer’s appearance and gender identity, “Rise like a Phoenix” is a fantastic song. Lots of people have already noted how Bond-like it sounds and indeed “Rise like a Phoenix” is the perfect example of a Bond-theme in search of a movie. It’s also a much better song than Austria’s previous winner in 1966, but then I have never liked “Merci, Cherie”, though I like Udo Jürgens quite a bit.

When Conchita was performing and the fiery Phoenix silhouette appeared on the projection wall behind her, I said to the people I was watching with, “Look, the Phoenix force is finally decided to ditch Jean Grey and find a more worthy host.” And for the record, how sad is it that the Eurovision producers managed to create a more convincing Phoenix manifestation than Bryan Singer in X-Men: The Last Stand?

The Netherlands came in second with a country-inspired song performed by a cute couple. Sweden was third with a totally forgettable ballad sung by a Celine Dion wannabe – which is kind of redundant considering that the real Celine Dion already won the Eurovision Song Contest in 1988 (check out that dress). Armenia finished in 4th place with a forgettable “meh” entry, though as I understand it the singer Aram MP3 (yes, he’s named after a file format) is very popular in Eastern and South Eastern Europe. Hungary came in 5th with the cute son of Lou Reed’s bassist and a good song. Ukraine was 6th, probably purely due to sympathy votes, since the song was totally forgettable. My other favourite, Iceland with a cheery punky song performed by blokes in colourful suits (one of them a member of the Icelandic parliament) only made it to 15th place.

In general, this was a year for depressing ballads, most of them instantly forgettable. Last year’s trend of putting sacrificial virgins in white dresses on stage continued this year, since there were several women in flowing white dresses on stage, including the female third of the hosting trio, Spain’s rain-drenched entry, San Marino’s Ralph Siegel penned entry and of course the Russian twins. At one point I said, “They still don’t get it. You’re supposed to sacrifice the virgins, not let them sing.” Though I suspect not even virgin sacrifices could save Ralph Siegel at this point – the man is hopelessly stuck in the 1970s/early 1980s.

The Russian Tolmachevy twins as well as the Russian presenter and any other presenter announcing votes for Russia got booed. Now I understand the political sentiment behind this, though I still felt sorry for the Russian twins, because those girls are 17 years old and really cannot be blamed for their country’s politics.

As usual, the 2014 Eurovision Song Contest also had its share of WTF? entries including shouty Polish milkmaids with their assets in full display, equally shouty Greeks backed by a guy jumping around on a trampolin, jumpy French boys singing about moustaches, an Italian woman with a decent song who looked as if she had escaped from the set of Dino de Laurentiis’ Flash Gordon adapation, a Slovenian woman with monstrous shoulder pads playing the flute, an Azerbaijani woman singing a ballad backed by a trapeze act, a Ukrainian woman singing another ballad backed by a guy in a hamster wheel and a Danish entry named “cliché love song”. I can imagine the meeting at the Danish broadcaster. “What are we sending to Eurovision this year?” – “Oh, just a cliché love song.” – “Wait a minute, that was never supposed to be the title…”

Germany’s entry Elaiza, a folksy newcomer trio consisting of a girl with an accordeon, a girl with a string bass and a singer, finished in 18th place. It was pretty clear to me that they wouldn’t win – and indeed they were ranked even lower for much of the voting, until they caught a few last minute points – but I expected them to do better, because their song wasn’t bad and actually a bit of a change from all those interchangable ballads. Of course, being up right after Conchita Wurst knocked it out of the park didn’t help either. Interestingly, most of the points for Elaiza came from Eastern Europe, probably because the singer is the daughter of a Ukrainian father and a Polish mother.

But what will stick in memory from this year’s Eurovision Song Contest is that 2014 was the year a woman with a beard won and proved that non-binary gender identities can go mainstream and that gender labels matter less than many people think.

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The true motives behind the “War on Comics”

Buzzfeed of all places has a really great article by Saladin Ahmed about the surprising diversity sometimes found in American comics during the Golden Age of the 1940s and early 1950s. The basis for the article is treasure trove of out-of-copyight Golden Age comics from the Digital Comics Museum.

As someone who started reading American comics in the 1980s and gave up in frustration in 2005, i.e. just before widespread digital availability of vintage comics, my knowledge of the Golden Age is comparatively scant. I have never held an original Golden Age comic in my hands*, even though my Dad supposedly owned a stack of Golden Age superhero comics** inherited from an older cousin that he deciphered with the help of a dictionary and cherished, until my grandma threw them away sometime in the early 1960s. I have seen a few reprints – Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, The Submariner, EC horror and Crime Does Not Pay (which I found luridly violent and unbelievably preachy at the same time) and seen bits and covers of other intriguing looking titles.

But reprints of Golden Age comics were not widely available during my prime comic reading days in the late 1980s and 1990s, so I derive most of my knowledge of that era of comics from tomes on comic history. And those books mostly had the same story to tell: American comic books were born from newspaper strips. There were superheroes. Then there were crime and horror comics. The usual busybodies, led by one Frederic Wertham (who it later turned out fudged his research or made it up altogether), got the vapours and intervened. The Comics Code Authority imposed its rules and comics did not quite die, but went into suspended animation, until they were reborn from the ashes during the Silver Age. There were occasional glimpses of intriguing other comics that did not fit into the “Superheroes – Crime – Horror” trinity, such as the romance comics from which Roy Lichtenstein copied much of his work, war comics, western comics and a neverending parade of jungle girl comics, in which unfailingly white and scantily clad women fought wild animals and played goddess to blatantly racist depictions of people of colour. But as for actually reading one of those lesser known entries of the Golden Age… – forget about it.

Hence I find Saladin Ahmed’s alternate story of pre-Code comics full of arsekicking female superheroines, characters and even superheroes of colour and a general diversity no longer found post-1954 quite fascinating. Now the lack of genre diversity in mainstream American comics is quite obvious, particularly if – like me – you started out reading Franco-Belgian-Dutch comics, which had and continue to have a lot more genre diversity than their American counterparts. Indeed, in my prime comic reading days, I read US comics for superheroes and European comics for everything else. And I did know that Golden Age comics had female heroines apart from Wonder Woman – all those jungle girl comics clearly suggested that.

But the existence of characters of colour apart from gross stereotypes was in pre-Code comics a surprise, since I’d always assumed that apart from Mandrake’s pal Lothar in the newspaper strips (reprints of which were easier to come by, at least if you were willing to read them in French or Italian) there were no heroes of colour until Black Panther and the Falcon appeared in the 1960s (and then Luke Cage, Jon Stewart, Sunfire, Storm and War Machine a bit later). There also is the well known anecdote that when Marvel’s Sergeant Fury and his Howling Commandos included the black soldier Gabe Jones in the team, the printer called up Marvel to check whether he was really supposed to be black. It’s also interesting that both Falcon and Gabe Jones*** have recently appeared in Marvel’s Avengersverse movies (and we’ll probably get Black Panther at some point), while the grandson of Gabe Jones**** makes a welcome (and handsome) addition to Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

So if – as Saladin Ahmed believes – the Comics Code was deliberately aimed at removing independent women and heroes of colour from comics, the question is why most histories of the American comic book don’t seem to cover that aspect at all, since the conventional narrative is that comics were getting too edgy and violent and adult, so they had to be cut down to size, and that the code was mainly aimed at crime and horror comics and their perceived and actual excesses.

This also makes me wonder what changed between 1955, when EC Comics was not allowed to reprint a pre-Code SF story featuring a black astronaut under the new Comics Code rules and 1963, when Gabe Jones was allowed to be a black guy doing heroic stuff with Sergeant Fury and his Howling Commandos with no one but a printer batting an eyelash. As for a ban on racist depictions of people of colour, has anybody ever read the Iron Man origin story from 1963 with its Communist menaces coloured in the same oddly neon yellow hue***** that was used for yellow peril characters from the 1930s to the 1960s and probably beyond? So why did this stuff pass and EC’s Judgment Day didn’t? Was it simply that the Comics Code Authority had it in for EC in particular and simply didn’t much care what Atlas/Marvel did, as has often been argued? Was it because the Marvel stories promoted the “right” kind of politics? Was it the stirrings of the civil rights movement in the 1960s? Had the Comics Code Authority already lost some of its teeth by 1963? Or did they no longer care as much, now they had served their purpose and killed off crime and horror comics and nearly destroyed the comics industry altogether? Or was it because by 1963, television had replaced comic books as the innocent-seducing bogeyman in the minds of busybodies everywhere?

Another thing that’s notable is that while many of the male superheroes of the Golden Age are still with us in some for or other, the superheroines (with the exception of Wonder Woman and Black Canary) are largely forgotten. The tragic saga of Steve Rogers a.k.a. Captain America and Bucky Barnes, two characters who debuted in 1941, is currently breaking box office records and making legions of cinema goers around the globe cry, yet Golden Girl, Captain America’s female partner who succeeded Bucky after his untimely demise (well, he got better), is completely forgotten (though there was a different Golden Girl, a woman of colour at that, in a 1978 miniseries). Interestingly, the real name of the original 1940s Golden Girl was Betty Ross, a name that will be familiar to long term Marvel readers. And indeed, it turns out that Golden Girl is the great-aunt of the Marvel’s other Betty Ross, girlfriend/wife/whatever their current relationship status is of Bruce Banner a.k.a. the Hulk. Now that should make for some uncomfortable conversations around the Avengers’ dinner table, especially if you add in the fact that Steve Rogers also thinks that Tony Stark’s dad used to have a thing for Peggy Carter. Talking of the delightful Peggy Carter, who took the place of the Betty Ross character from the 1960s on all the way to the current Avengersverse movies, she is getting her own TV series, co-starring Howard Stark. Both Peggy Carter and Howard Stark will be portrayed by the same actors who played them in Captain America: The First Avenger, which sounds fabulous, because Peggy is the best thing about that movie and I like 1940s Howard Stark a lot more than the 1970s version from Iron Man 2 who turned out to be such a complete failure as a dad.

There seems to be something in the air regarding comics (or maybe they are more on everybody’s mind, because we are getting so many comic based movies and TV shows right now), because here is a Guardian article about comic books from a British POV, inspired by a comic exhibition at the British Library. What’s striking here are the similarities in the concern about comic books and their impact on children and teenagers on both sides of the Atlantic to the point that the UK had its own version of a moral panic about horror comics in the mid 1950s. To be fair, from what I’ve seen of them, Tales from the Crypt and other EC horror comics really were over-the-top lurid and bloody and I can almost understand that many people were concerned about them. However, this doesn’t excuse the widespread moral panic about comics in general nor does it explain why so many interesting and diverse comics had to be taken down along with a handful of overly lurid horror and crime comics.

*The oldest original comic in my collection is a Doom Patrol issue from the late 1960s.

**My Dad clearly remembers Superman and Wonder Woman and believes Spider-Man was involved as well, which we know is impossible, since Spider-Man didn’t debut until 1962. I guess he must have gotten Spider-Man, whom he knew from the 1970s TV series, of which I was an avid viewer, mixed up with another character. Interestingly, he does not remember Captain America at all – and yes, I asked, in an attempt to see if he would be interested in watching The Winter Soldier.

***It’s also quite interesting that apart from Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones is the only of the original Howling Commandos to make it to the screen (well, there is Nick Fury, but he’s not a Howling Commando in the movies). Not that the Howling Commandos from Captain America: The First Avenger aren’t still “Ethnic Stereotypes R Us”, but they’re mostly different stereotypes than back in 1963.

****It’s never explicitly stated that Agent Tripp is the grandson of Gabe Jones, but it’s certainly the likeliest possibility.

*****The first time I saw that strange neon yellow skin tone in old Flash Gordon reprints, I assumed it was because the inhabitants of Mongo were aliens. I was quite stunned to find the same skin tone no human ever had in clearly human characters in 1960s Marvel comics.

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Can’t you guys take a joke? – Policing women’s speech

Here in Germany, Walpurgisnacht, i.e. the night from April 30th to May 1st, is traditionally a time for partying and having fun, especially since the following day is a public holiday. Most of the time, that fun takes the form of “Dance into May” parties, though in some bigger cities – most notably Berlin and Hamburg, but also Bremen in years past – it’s also a time for rioting.

I’m not much for partying and tend to stay as far away as possible from riots (never mind that the expected riots didn’t even materialise this year), but nonetheless I had a lot of fun on Walpurgisnacht.

When I logged onto the Internet for an hour or two before going to bed, I saw people discussing and snarking about this fantasy short story contest sponsored by Baen Books. Now it’s absolutely understandable why people would be snarking about this contest, since the wording is sexist and includes jabs against whole genres like YA paranormal romance as well as “political drama with no action” (a.k.a. stories that don’t match the US conservative view of the world) and the final judge is a writer who had just relieved himself all over the Hugo Awards. And considering that this contest was announced less than two weeks after the Hugo nominations, at a point when the controversy surrounding those nominations (more here, here and here) still hadn’t died down, it’s kind of obvious why many people would be discussing and mocking this contest.

The discussion quickly turned to wondering what sort of stories would be candidates for the award, based on the sort of books and themes that make up the majority of Baen’s output. So the #BaenAwardStories hashtag sprung up for 140 character summaries of the sort of stories expected.

It was all good fun – and there was a side conversation about a naked Captain America, too – until a couple of men decided to take exception, because “there are good people working at and writing for Baen, so why are you smearing them?” As you can imagine, this rather killed the mood.

At Dreamwidth, someone called legionseagle has a summary as well as some thoughts about the whole thing (and also includes two of my own contributions). Found via The Radish.

This post largely sums up my own feelings about the whole issue. Because “Can’t you take a joke?” is a very common response whenever women, people of colour, GLBTQI people, people of non-Anglo-American origin, etc… speak up about problematic or flat-out demeaning jokes. But make a few good-natured jokes about the tropes in books that are clearly targetted at a largely white and male American readership (and it is worth noting that unlike other genre publishers you can’t even find Baen books on European bookshelves, you need to order them online).

Never mind that no one was suggesting boycotting Baen books or marching on their headquarters to burn it all down. Indeed, there were a lot of side conversations about Baen books and authors we loved. All people were doing was mocking a rather mockable contest with a badly phrased announcement and yet this mockery was immediately slammed down by the tone argument.

legionseagle also addresses some of the problems I had with Jim C. Hines’ much publicized gender-switched cover art parodies. Now I think that Jim Hines is generally a really great guy and supporter of gender, race and GLBTQI issues, but his parodies of cover art, mostly urban fantasy covers at that, left a really sour taste in my mouth, especially when they went on and on. Because here we had a man mocking the largely female dominated subgenre of urban fantasy – how original! Especially since it’s not as if the SFF community, mainly the male half, hasn’t been dismissing and mocking urban fantasy for ages, because it contains such pesky elements as female protagonists, emotions, love and sex. Did the authors of those books, not to mention the publishers and their employees, deserve to be mocked for the cover art? No, of course not. As for a man trying to tell women what kind of cover art they should find offensive – no, just no. In fact, I quite like many urban fantasy novels, including some of the covers, and I’m not a bad feminist for doing so. I even drafted a detailed blog post just why those cover pose parodies left such a sore taste in my mouth, but I never posted it, because by that point the fad had passed.

So Jim Hines has no problem mocking a largely female dominated subgenre and – by association – its authors, but a couple of women (though there were men involved as well) mocking a male dominated subgenre and a publisher whose cover art makes even the worst, most cliched urban fantasy cover look like Da Vinci by comparison is somehow offensive and smearing the good folks who work for said publisher. Yeah right.

As for how offended the good folks at Baen were by the Twitter mockery, check out this contribution by yours truly:

Among those who favourited the tweet is… drumroll… the official Baen Books Twitter feed. So that’s how offended they are.

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Photos: A May Day outing to the East Friesian seaside

May 1st, i.e. International Workers’ Day, is a public holiday in Germany, so we took the opportunity for a day trip to the East Friesian seaside.

Now the people of East Friesia have (unfairly) been the butt of jokes for decades (though East Friesian jokes – yes, there is such a thing – have thankfully become less acceptable in recent years). The reason is probably that East Friesia is culturally distinct from the rest of North Germany and actually closer to the neighbouring Netherlands (the Dutch region on the other side of the border is West Friesia) to the point that landscape and architecture often seem more Dutch than German. There are lots of windmills, too.

The Friesian language has largely died out with the exception of Saterfriesich, which has approx. 1000 native speakers in the Southern part of East Friesia, though it has left its mark on the town names. Indeed, someone looking for epic fantasy names could do worse than mine East Friesian town and village names for material (and I’m totally going to do this one day). A lot of villages are also named for notable geographic features, so you get a lot of places with names ending in -siel (means “lock”), -fehn (means “moor” or “watery lowland”), -um (means “home”) and -groden (no idea).

East Friesia is traditionally an agircultural and fishing area. Nowadays, tourism plays a big role as well, particularly with regard to the East Friesian Islands, a chain of islands off the coast, which are close enough that you can walk there on foot, if the tide is low (though you should not do so without a guide). What is more, the Wadden Sea region is also a national park and UNESCO World Heritage site.

Of course, I also took along my camera and shot some photos of the vilages of Bensersiel, Westeraccumersiel and Dornum, which coincidentally is the hometown of Minnie Marx, né Miene Schönberg, mother of the Marx Brothers. There is a well known saying that all the best comedians are from East Friesia, since both Otto Waalkes and Minnie Marx, mother of the Marx Brothers, hail from there.

Unfortunately, the warm and sunny weather of the past few days had to break for May Day, so the photos look a tad gloomy: Continue reading →

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