Cora attends a biker meeting and gets a Tiptree

Today was the annual Christmas biker meet-up at a local motorbike dealer. I went along with my Dad as usual. The band was pretty good this year (though loud) and the free food wasn’t bad either, though sadly they got rid of the waffles. And unlike last year, it at least didn’t rain.

The postman brought me a parcel today, which contained a Christmas pudding I’d ordered on the internet. When I opened the parcel, I noticed that my Christmas pudding had been made by Tiptree, the distinguished maker of jams and preserves that inspired Alice B. Sheldon to choose her pen name, James Tiptree Jr. I got a kick out of that. And then I had to explain to my Mom, why the brand of the Christmas pudding amused me so much.

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Call me Popeye – Kids, character identification and self-insertion into movies

Today, I watched a film with my afternoon class, one of those Scary Movie No. Whatever horror film parodies (the students wanted to watch it – shrug – and since it’s a parody it’s acceptable), and I noticed a very odd phenomenon:

Almost as soon as the movie started, the students began assigning roles to each other. “I’ll be that girl, because she’s totally pretty.” – “No, you can’t be her, because she dies.” – “Okay, I’ll be the policeman then. Or does he die, too?” I noticed the same phenomenon the last time I watched a movie with this particular group. They immediately started assigning the leading roles to each other. They even insisted on assigning a part to me. Mostly older adult parts. Last time around, I got to be a police officer, this time I was a reporter.

Gender is not a determining factor. The film we watched a few weeks ago was a Dutch comedy (which neither I nor the kids knew, so we ended up watching a Dutch film dubbed into German with English subtitles) about five male losers and yet this group of girls immediately decided which of the main characters they wanted to be.

They completely identify with the parts, too. Conversation during the film goes something like this: “Oh look, A. is smoking and drinking again.” [This was the Dutch film and the kids mercifully were not aware just what the character represented by A. was smoking.] And today: “Oh look, Ms. Buhlert just got stabbed.” Me playing along: “I thought you said I don’t die in this film.” – “No, you survive, Ms. Buhlert. You just get stabbed.”

I’ve been watching occasional films in my classes for a while now, but this is the first time I have noticed kids actually projecting themselves into the movie. The closest I’ve come so far was a boy I taught last year who wrote fanfiction based on Hollywood action and adventure films (he did a big epic based on Jurassic Park and a story which was like Titanic, only in space). The heroic paleontologist or spaceship captain would inevitably be named after himself and was usually a complete author insert, not even abstracted to the Mary Sue level.

Thinking of myself at that age, I would often imagine myself inside a book or movie, having adventures alongside the characters. I also would make up new adventures with the established characters and sometimes mix up characters from different franchises. I’d ship characters, too. Indeed, one of my favourite pastimes was pairing off characters from a film/TV show/cartoon that had too many men with the characters from one that had too many women (I didn’t do slash as a teen, not even when it was totally obvious). In short, I did all of the stuff you find with beginning fanfiction writers.

But I cannot recall ever sitting down to watch a film and saying, “I am that character.”

Though my parents tell me that when I was about three, I first insisted that I was Popeye the Sailor and later insisted that I was Robbi the robot from the German children’s TV show Robbi, Tobbi und das Fliewatüüt. Apparently, I even insisted on being addressed as Popeye or respectively Robbi and didn’t answer to my own name, which mightily confused elderly relatives who had no idea that they were supposed to call me “Popeye” now.

Still, I was around three or four, when I insisted on being Popeye or Robbi the robot. The girls in my class are thirteen.

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Clash of the Comic Greats

It’s the clash of the comic greats of the 1980s: Alan Moore takes on Frank Miller over Frank Miller’s dismissal of the Occupy movement as “louts, rapists and thieves”.

I don’t want to dignify Miller’s rant with a link, but here’s a summary from the Guardian complete with some bonus islamophobia from Miller. Though after 300, are we honestly surprised?

Meanwhile, in the Guardian literary novelist Rick Moody views Frank Miller’s work and political views in the larger context of the conservative values prevailing in Hollywood which in his view basically produces nothing but rightwing propaganda films.

I wanted to like Moody’s essay, I really did. But there is so much wrong with it beginning with the assertion that comic books are “so politically dim-witted, so pie-in-the-sky idealistic as to be hard to take seriously” and “made expressly to engage the attentions of pre- and just post-pubescent boys”. What is more, Rick Moody apparently isn’t aware that Frank Miller got his start working on just such comic books. Yes, Moody mentions the quasi-respectable 300 and Sin City, but Frank Miller did Batman, Daredevil and Wolverine for goodness’ sake.

As for Rick Moody needing until Under Siege to realize that many action films have some extremely problematic politics and that some of them are rightwing propaganda – what rock (or which arthouse cinema) has he been hiding under? Because I realized the exact same truth as a teen in the 1980s, when all villains were Russians (unless they were Nazis) and every second action film was winning the Vietnam war for the US. Besides, Under Siege isn’t even all that bad (and I love Under Siege 2 for its over-the-top bizarreness). For real horror, try Red Dawn, Rocky IV, Rambo II and III and the Missing in Action, Delta Force and American Fighter series. Though for the record, I love Missing in Action III, even though it’s politics are appalling.

Besides, Moody calling Hollywood “cryptofascist” reminds me of those German pop culture critics of the 1970s. These critics were all very leftwing and had the tendency to call each and everything “fascistoid” at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, the only thing “fascistoid” about their target du jour was that the protagonist had blond hair and blue eyes. Bonus points if the protagonist actually isn’t blond at all, the critic just mistakenly assumes that he is. Those 1970s critics have alternately amused me and were the bane of my existence, because those people were completely clueless and yet often the only critics to study certain pop cultural phenomena at all. So if you wanted to work on German pop culture, you couldn’t get around those guys.

But back to comics: I have never been a huge Frank Miller fan, though I read some of the Daredevil comics that made his name and the Wolverine in Japan miniseries he did years ago. I’m cursorily familiar with his latter work, but I’ve never actually read most of it. In fact, I hadn’t even heard of Holy Terror, Miller’s latest “not-quite Batman fights Al Quaeda” epic, but then I’ve been out of the comic world for five years now.

Almost exactly five years, come to think of it, I bought my last American style comic ever shortly before Christmas 2006. It was the first installment of a Pete Wisdom miniseries written by Paul Cornell. I’d been looking forward to the series, because I had always liked the Pete Wisdom character, but the first part pissed me off, because the plot was largely identical to that of a Torchwood episode that had aired barely a month before. In retrospect the story idea wasn’t all that original and Torchwood certainly didn’t invent it. Still, I said to myself, “Screw all that, I’m through with comics” and never went back. I also bought a Deathblow comic that day. I don’t think I ever read it.

The actual interview with Alan Moore on which the Guardian article draws is here, by the way.

I particularly love this quote from Alan Moore:

It’s a completely justified howl of moral outrage and it seems to be handled in a very intelligent, non-violent way, which is probably another reason why Frank Miller would be less than pleased with it. I’m sure if it had been a bunch of young, sociopathic vigilantes with Batman make-up on their faces, he’d be more in favour of it.

That’s the rub of it, isn’t it? That the protesters are wearing V for Vendetta masks rather than Batman/Dark Knight or Sin City Marv masks?

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St Nicholas Day Linkdump

Yesterday was St. Nicholas Day in Germany (for an explanation, see last year’s post). I got thirteen St. Nicholas Day trick-or-treaters at my door this year and handed out Kinder Surprise Eggs. One of the kids was a toddler who still had to crawl up the stairs to the house, though he did manage a short poem.

St Nicholas Day is mainly a North German and Dutch phenomenon, but apparently the tradition does survive in parts of the US that were settled by German and Dutch emigrants. I recently came across the novella The Reluctant Belsnickel of Opelt’s Wood by Kathleen Valentine which features a St. Nicholas type figure called Belsnickel who lives in the woods and emerges on December 6 to bring presents to the kids in the parts of Pennsylvania that were originally settled by German immigrants. It’s fascinating how some traditions survive even in a different country. The novella is very enjoyable, too.

And now for some links:

At SFFWRTCHT, Bryan Thomas Schmidt has a short but interesting post musing about the appeal of the outcast hero in urban fantasy. I agree with him, though in my opinion the outcast and loner heroes of classic hardboiled and noir crime fiction are far more of an influence on today’s urban fantasy genre than the lone gunman heroes of the western genre. Finally, it’s great to see a man talking about urban fantasy without condescension and actually mentioning women writers as example. Because if men talk about urban fantasy, they usually manage to mention only male writers as examples for good urban fantasy, even though the subgenre is dominated by women.

ETA: In the comments, Bryan Thomas Schmidt points out that the post is actually by Sarah Hendrix. It’s well worth reading at any rate.

Sarah Wendell explains why romance novels are important in an interview at GalTime.

From romance to sex: Here is an older article by Barbara Kingsolver about the difficulty of writing sex scenes, originally from the New York Times.

The Washington Post has an interesting article about Karolyn Grimes, the child actress who played the youngest kid Zuzu in the Christmas film classic It’s a Wonderful Life. Turns out that she had never even seen the film, until she happened to catch a glimpse of it on TV thirty years later.

I must say I’ve never understood the appeal of It’s a Wonderful Life. There are some lovely vintage Hollywood Christmas movies – for example, I adore We’re No Angels and Christmas in Connecticut, which also offers some unconventional gender roles for a classic Hollywood movie. But It’s a Wonderful Life is just a sappy propaganda film, ironically made a year after the end of World War II, and a sentimental praise of mediocrity. As for James Stewart a.k.a. the worst banker ever (well, the uncle or whatever he is who loses the money in the first place is worse) giving home loans to people who have no securities, just because they seem like nice people – uhm, that actually explains a lot about the real estate bubble and the current financial crisis in the US.

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More gender discussion, this time grammatical

Aliette de Bodard, Keyan Bowes and Juliette Wade all respond to this study about how grammatical gender supposedly influences perception.

I must confess that when I first read the National Public Radio article (since the actual study doesn’t seem to be online), I shook my head, though “What a load of bunk” and continued to do whatever I had been doing before.

Because as a native speaker of a gendered language and accidental linguist, I know that grammatical gender does not work that way outside some very narrow exceptions. Aliette de Bodard mentions animals. I would also add the sun and the moon, who tend to be depicted as whatever their grammatical gender is. Hence, the moon is generally depicted as male and the sun as female in Germany, corresponding to their grammatical gender, while in romance languages such as French, Italian and Spanish, the sun tends to be male and the moon female. But apart from those very few exceptions, grammatical gender is just a category. No one actually thinks of a table as male or a bridge as female. The grammatical gender simply tells us which articles and pronouns to use.

Besides, there are cases where the grammatical gender of a word does not correspond to the actual gender of the object described. For example, “das Mädchen”, the German word for girl, is grammatically neutral even though it describes a person who is obviously female. “Die Prostata” (the prostate) is grammatically feminine, though obviously a part of the male body. Conversely, “der Eierstock” (the ovary) is grammatically masculine, but still a part of the female body. “Der Büstenhalter” (the bra) is masculine, though it’s almost exclusively worn by women. Meanwhile, “die Hose” (trousers, pants) is feminine, though it was the almost exclusive province of men until approximately sixty years ago. And as Keyan Bowes describes for Hindi, German also has cases where two words which are synonyms of each other have a different grammatical gender. For example, “der Kampf” und “die Schlacht” both mean “battle”, but one is masculine and the other feminine. “Murder” and “manslaughter” are both masculine in German, while “killing” and “execution” are feminine.

I don’t really know a whole lot about the study and how serious it is, though it is notable that the book in which it appears is published by Vintage, i.e. a general trade publisher, rather than by a scholarly press. But I have an acquaintance, a linguist specializing in German grammar, who would probably tear that study to bits and spend two hours explaining how the thesis is wrong, wrong and wrong again (actually, I’m almost tempted to mail him the article now).

However, I suspect that the background – as Aliette de Bodard surmises – is the odd anglophone fascination with grammatical gender coupled with the hope that there are rules regarding what word is which gender, because otherwise grammatical gender is very difficult to learn for speakers of non-gendered languages and usually requires tedious memorizing. On the other hand, I frequently have to drill it into the heads of my students that in English the pronoun “it” is used for everything that isn’t a person or an animal they know personally.

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Relationships and gender roles in Twilight, The Hunger Games, Buffy… and Scooby-Doo?

I’ve got lots of delicious links today, focusing on gender roles, relationships and the portrayal of young women in various pop culture franchises: Continue reading →

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Misfits Series 3, Episode 3

After a decent season premiere and a lovely character piece last week, episode 3 is another character driven story. And this time around, the focus is on Simon and his strange destiny, which formed the background arc of series 2.

Warning: There will be spoilers in the following, not just for this episode, but also for seasons 1 and 2! Continue reading →

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More school drama, disliking a writer for the wrong reason and Pegasus Pulp e-books conquer Italy and Spain

Another major drama erupted in my afternoon class today, ultimately spawned – as far as I could tell – by one girl telling another that she looked like a slut. This is really the most drama laden group I ever had.

If you’re a reader living in Italy, Spain, Andorra, San Marino or the Vatican State and would like to try some of my e-books, it just got a lot cheaper and easier to do so, because Amazon has opened Kindle stores in Italy and Spain and abolished the two US-dollar surcharge for customers from those countries.

I have a more extensive post at the Pegasus Pulp blog. In the meantime, here is the full listing of all available Pegasus Pulp e-books at Amazon Spain and Amazon Italy. I have also added the purchase links for Amazon Italy and Spain to the individual book pages.

In other news, German writer Christa Wolf died yesterday aged 82. I have always had an odd relationship to Christa Wolf and her work. I disliked her for the longest time, because of a novel I was made to read in 12th grade, in which the female first person narrator stated that “men hitting women is normal and doesn’t mean anything. It’s like hitting dogs and children.” That line – which is all I remember about the novel question – infuriated my budding feminist self. Since then Christa Wolf was always “that woman who thinks hitting women, children and dogs is okay” or just “the bloody East German abuse enabler” for short.

There is only one problem: Christa Wolf never wrote the novel in question. Fellow East German author Christoph Hein did. I sold the book in question the summer after I finished school – with great glee, alongside all of those other assigned novels I hated – and subsequently must have gotten the authors mixed up. Or rather, I simply thought, “That awful book was written by an East German author whose name begins with ‘Christ'” and Christa Wolf was always more famous than Christoph Hein.

So I disliked poor Ms. Wolf for a book she never wrote and only realized my mistake approximately two years ago when Christoph Hein was introduced on a TV program as the author of that book I hated. It’s this book, by the way – though I always knew it by the West German title Drachenblut, which probably contributed to my disappointment, because I had hoped for a fantasy novel and got some abuse-enabling stuff about an emotionally disturbed East German woman instead.

Of course, I immediately mentally apologized to Ms. Wolf and transferred my dislike to Mr Hein, who – based on both Drachenblut and the new novel he was being interviewed about – really does seem to have issues with women. So did the German teacher who assigned the book, by the way, because he had the tendency to assign books with very problematic gender relationships (Emilia Galotti a.k.a. “Let’s justify honour killings” anyone?) and then acted utterly astonished when enraged female students started arguing back at him.

You know what the worst thing about the whole Christa Wolf/Christoph Hein mix-up is. Not only did I spend years disliking an innocent writer for a book she never wrote, it also turns out that there was not a single book written by a female author among all of the books assigned in my German classes throughout school. And how depressing is that?

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A local author done good, a plagiarist speaks out, Scalzi on literary snobs and the problems with classic and modern SF

The local newspaper Weser Kurier profiles Bremen writer Corinna Gerhards whose children’s book Mondläufer debuts today. I met Corinna in the creative writing workshop at Bremen university. I couldn’t find an Amazon link for Mondläufer, so here is the publisher’s page.

More on the Q.R. Markham/Quentin Rowan plagiarism scandal: Now Quentin Rowan himself speaks out on the addiction recovery site The Fix and tries to pass off his drive to plagiarize pretty much everything he ever wrote as an addiction. If such an addiction truly exists, then Karl Theodor zu Guttenberg – who is currently attempting a clumsy comeback facilitated by the same media idiots who pushed him into prominence the first time around – surely suffers from the condition.

John Scalzi doesn’t by Rowan’s addiction story, though.

Scalzi really seems to be on a roll, because he also has a neat post about snobbery and how it can make a person look like a childish arsehole. He doesn’t name names, but I strongly suspect that this post is a response to the Damien Walter post complaining about all the crap books being published and all the people with bad taste who read them that I linked to yesterday.

At I should be writing, Mur Lafferty explains her problem with many science fiction and fantasy classics. I don’t normally have a problem with dated writing and also filmmaking styles, though e.g. I can’t read more than two stories that originally appeared in Weird Tales in a row, because the style is hard to digest. Dated science doesn’t bother me either, unless it was already a crass stupidity at the time the books was written. And though I know that human society and history do not work as described in Asimov’s Foundation series and believe that it frankly would be creepy, if it did – I still have very fond memories of the books. Indeed, when I find myself having to look up something in my twenty-plus-years-old editions of Asimov’s Foundation and robot stories, I usually end up rereading bits and still enjoying them, even though the flaws are a lot more glaring than they used to be.

Dated and downright problematic attitudes do bother me, though, e.g. I could only get with gritted teeth through the moneylender chapter in Georgette Heyer’s otherwise enjoyable The Grand Sophy and the rape scene in The Stars My Destination pretty much destroyed my enjoyment in a novel I had liked up to that point. James Bond regularly makes me cringe – the films usually more so than the books. Sometimes, it gets so bad that I have to give up on a book I had been wanting to read for years. The Scarlet Pimpernel was such a case. I still the premise is great, but the actual book is awful, dripping with elitism, classism, misogynism, gross prejudice against the French (I’m partly French and therefore quite sensitive to that sort of thing). When Baroness Orczy decided to inject some anti-semitism into what was already an unholy mess, the book met quite literally the wall.

Nonetheless, I rarely find myself enjoying contemporary science fiction as much as I used to enjoy some of “the classics”, when I read them in my teens, before the flaws became too big to ignore. Because even though those books may be deeply flawed, often clumsily written and often riddled with every -ism under the sun, they also were a lot of fun. Every now and then I pick up a newer SF novel trying to recapture the sheer sense of fun, hopefully without the cringeworthy bits. Unless I have a new Lois McMaster Bujold or Sharon Lee/Steve Miller or perhaps Linnea Sinclair novel in my hand, I rarely find it.

I’m not the only person to have this problem, because it’s a fact that modern SF is manoeuvering itself into an ever narrower niche. Indeed, this Locus roundtable asks whether science fiction has become too inaccessible.

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Linkdump for my Grandpa’s Birthday

Today is my grandpa’s birthday. He would have been 102. I still remember his birthday almost thirty years after he died, because when we went to visit my grandpa for his birthday, my cousins and I always got a chocolate advent calendar from my grandparents. That said, I remember the birthdays of all three of my grandparents, even though they have all been dead for more than fifteen years by now. I can hardly forget my paternal grandmother’s birthday, because it’s my own. And my other grandma was born on November 9, a day of high importance in German history. The day the Wall fell was actually her seventieth birthday. And since my grandma was originally from Dresden, i.e. East Germany, she got the best present ever that year.

I went grocery shopping today and got lucky and bought a batch of reduced Kinder Surpise Eggs at the supermarket to hand out on St. Nicholas Day.

Finally, I’ve got a few links to share as well: Continue reading →

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