As I’ve been working on this project this week–which is all about, you guessed it, feminism, geekdom, genre, erasure, power, resistance–Rosarium Publishing has been running their Indiegogo Campaign.
I’ve got this odd feeling of unity, because Rosarium is, like, one big act of resistance all by itself. Do you think #WeNeedDiverseBooks? ROSARIUM HAS THEM!
Anyway, I’m a huge fan. I put my money where my mouth is, and now I’m putting my mouth where my money is, I guess!
To that end, I made this wee little VLOG. First thing in the morning. With a hat on.
I know it has been long and long again, faithful backers of Brimstone Rhine!
But I gotcher back! I haven’t forgotten about you!
1. All CDs have been MASTERED and PRESSED and SHIPPED TO ME in a cunning box FULL OF CDs. Yes, CDs!!! THAT YOU HELPED MAKE! Showing here:
I wasn’t sure that, after all that work, they’d actually, you know, WORK! So I tested one. AND GUESS WHAT IT WORKED!!!
MEANWHILE, we’d had our local silkscreening company, the FABULOUS and FABOOSH J Mack Studios in Westerly, make our PRINTS! I picked out a nice thick beautiful paper, and we silkscreened 4 prints per page. Which means…
APPLICATION OF STRAIGHT EDGE AND STRAIGHT RAZOR WHILE LISTENING TO A DOROTHY SAYERS NOVEL ON MY NANO, GA-DOING!
This work will result in a backer, like this backer here, receiving the GOODS, both CD and PRINT, in the mail. SOON!
(Okay, so this backer just happened to be STANDING RIGHT THERE, so I just GAVE him his, all right, but you’ll get YOURS soon enough!)
We are printing out labels on Sunday. I’ll package everything up this week and hope to ship ’em out by Thursday!
YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!!!
If your ADDRESS HAS CHANGED
since backing the
BRIMSTONE RHINE PROJECT
in February and March of 2015
PLEASE CONTACT ME
with your
UPDATED ADDRESS INFORMATION!!!
In other news, the Dread Templeton, as I think you know, designed the cover for the Backer’s Album, CORBEAU BLANC, CORBEAU NOIR. Showing here:
LIMITED PRINTS will be available for sale sometime soon. I say limited and I mean LIMITED!
And, as all of this is happening, we are slowly but surely working on setting the backers’ songs to ukulele. They were “written” in true Brimstone Rhine style. As in, “scribbled on a notebook with the melody sung into the Voice Recorder app on my phone.” So you can imagine what collaborating with me to find the ACTUAL CHORDS must be like.
This is my first time on the Nebula Nominations ballot. But you know whose first time this ISN’T? My friend, Amal El-Mohtar.
Now, Amal . . .
I have know Amal for nine years now. Nine. That’s an auspicious number, is it not?
She’s one of my oldest friends in-genre, and certainly the first good friend I ever met and made at a con. She’s also one of the most luminous, the most garrulous, the most welcoming, and hard-working, and people fight duels over her, and also she fights her own duels.
This is documented.
What else is documented about Amal El-Mohtar? Oh, you can find much of it here. Formidable woman.
Her story, “Madeleine,” published last year by Lightspeed Magazine, is a Nebula finalist in the short story category. Hernandez and I are trying to make a point of reading them all out loud, before working our way up to longer work. But if we never finish, at least we’ll have started with Amal.
But here is an idea I had this morning while driving to work. You all get it in its drafty-ass form, with a romantic smudgy filter, right from my MacBook’s PHOTOBOOTH.
I’ve been narrating all day in the studio, and that shows–but I won’t apologize for my voice. It’s just a voice. This is just a song. And it’s all meant in love.
“Madeleine”
by C. S. E. Cooney
A tribute to Amal El-Mohtar
Madeleine, where are you going?
Madeleine, where you have you been?
Madeleine, what are you looking for?
Where are you going?
Madeleine, I see you standing there
Is this present or is this past?
Madeleine, what does it matter?
Our love here is meant to last
Touch me, my distant Madeleine
Come, open up your glass
Touch me, is this a memory?
I hear you laughing
Madeleine, I know you’re grieving
Your heart’s so wild and sore
Madeleine, you have a friend in me
I’m your friend forevermore
Madeleine, Madeleine
Hold me
And I’ll find you
I will find you
On the other side of dreaming
The closet of my 34-year-old self is my inner six-year-old’s ideal version of her “dress-up chest.”
Due to a lack of storage space in our apartment, I share my closet with my roommate Jess. This is great, because the number of crinolines and shipwreck skirts and bustled black satin things has increased, like, 300%.
Roommate Jess, AKA “The Goblin Queen,” the only one I know who can combine Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses with corset, antlers, FitBit, and Greek Goddess sea-foam shift, and make it look… cool.
So. To the point of this blog.
Just over a week ago, the SFWA announced the Nebula Award nominations, and my novella “Bone Swans” was among them. It’s not anything I’d looked for; it didn’t occur to me to hope for it–the whole notion is still extraordinary. Anyway.
…Perhaps I shall do a WHOLE SEPARATE POST on that, because WHOA FREE REIN!
(What happened the last few times he told me I could dress him up. Tee hee.)
He’s so adorable.
I can’t stand it.
But I’ll keep him.
Because, suspenders.
As for myself.
Really. I have all these gowns. And sometimes I dress in red-velvet-with-train JUST to go GROCERY SHOPPING. There is a sad LACK of OCCASION to wear pretty things as often as I’d like.
For the Nebula Awards Banquet, I was just going to go through my mighty, magnificent, utterly over-the-top, Looney Tunes-operatic-level-of-thrift-store decadence wardrobe, and choose one of the many things there.
Typical “Go To the Grocery Store Ensemble.” Just kidding; I probably had a reading at the library or something. To which 2.7 people showed up. BUT THEY WERE THE RIGHT PEOPLE!
That’s right. Those are BETSIE WITHEY flowers in my hair!!! You’ll find out about those presently.
But.
My other roommate, the one who is NOT poet/writer/editor/artist/shipwreck skirt-and-black-satin-bustle-mermaid Jessica P. Wick, just happens to be an ARCHITECT OF SILK AND PEARL, a textile artist and expert free-style embroiderer, an Etsy business owner and a general über-wunder-MARVELWOMAN!
Roommates Jess (left), in Shipwreck Corset. Betsie (right), wearing some flowers she made.
Betsie and I went to The Breakers mansion today, in Newport, RI to gawk at the gilded cherubs and the marble everything. Twilight fell on the Cliff Walk as we walked, the Atlantic ever to our left. I wore a Betsie flower on my hat.
Yeah.
Basically, what I realized is…
I live with frikkin Betsie Withey.
She made this:
And this:
And this!
AND THIS!!!
That’s our friend Caitlyn Paxson modeling. She’s a poet, storyteller, novelist, editor, and singer/songwriter! We love her.
I live with Betsie Withey, gosh darn it, and today I FRIKKIN COMMISSIONED HER TO MAKE ME A GOWN!!!
A long time ago, I had this random dreamy idea for something called “The Champagne Gown.”
It was just a vague notion of a glittery pink and gold thing. In my head I wore it barefoot for no reason at all. Just traipsin’, ye ken?
But now I have a reason. And I have a pattern. (Vogue something something, size 18–in case you were wondering.) It looks like this:
That’s the basic pattern anyway.
Today, before we went to visit the Vanderbilts’ “Summer Cottage” in Newport, we went up to Warwick, RI to Jo-Ann Fabrics…
And we picked out the pink and gold materials and embellishment bits for the CHAMPAGNE NEBULA GOWN.
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It’s like wearing a certain sort of sky.
I sort of view Betsie’s part in this gown-making adventure as the SARTORIAL EQUIVALENT of living with Tita from Like Water for Chocolate.
Betsie Withey pours herself into her creations. Her attention to detail, her lavish love of textiles, her glowing colors, her fantastically detailed embroidery, the happiness she derives from making other people feel beautiful–oh, she is SPLENDID!
I am so proud and excited to have embarked on this collaboration with her. And by collaboration, I really mean…
She does all the work. I do all the wearing. Ahem.
If your heart’s in the Scottish Highlands, come discuss Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander in this, its 25th year. This series of novels and shorter works features elements of historical fiction, romance, mystery, adventure, and science fiction/fantasy. It has spawned a Starz TV series, a graphic novel, and a 14-part song cycle. If you loved the books, how do you think the series is faring? Maybe your introduction to Outlander was through the TV series. How do these two perspectives differ?
Aesop, Charles Perrault, and the Brothers Grimm have much to answer for. Their fairy tales are integral to the European cultural heritage, and they’ve spawned novels, films, and TV shows in vast numbers. Why are their stories so compelling? Why do we keep going back to these old collections?
More and more often we see elements of new media being incorporated into fiction. Sometimes using new media in fiction is #awesome! and other times it’s just #FAIL. Is new media in fiction just a fad? There’s an art to doing it well. What stories are good examples? When does it go wrong? Where might new media take us in the future of fiction?
Flourish Klink (M), C.S.E. Cooney, Theodora Goss, Carlos Hernandez, Shahid Mahmud
How You Get the Word Out: Starting and Running a Successful Podcast
Saturday 14:00 – 14:50, Harbor III (Westin)
Podcasting gives us an outlet to share our thoughts and ideas with the world, and everyone seems to have something (perhaps a lot) to say. But is podcasting right for everyone? How do you go about “bootstrapping” a podcast? What do you need and what do you need to know? How do you attract and keep an audience? Where do you find a place to host your site? Successful ‘casters pass on their secrets.
Steve Miller (M) Kate Baker, C.S.E. Cooney, Don Pizarro, Brianna Spacekat Wu
Superhero Open Mic
Saturday 21:00 – 22:20, Marina 1 (Westin)
Kapow! Live from Boskone … enjoy the knock-out stylings of our program participants and audience members who share their open mic skills in the first-ever Superhero Open Mic. Each person gives his/her best 5-minute superhero performance – story, poem, song, skit, interpretive dance, or whatever! OPTIONAL: For extra appeal, feel free to come dressed as a superhero!
The Rules: Boskone members are invited to join our participants in the open mic by signing up for one of the eight open slots at the door to the event, which opens for sign-ups at 8:30 pm. Each performer is given a firm 5-minute time limit (max), including set-up time. So a quick transition between acts is key.
Walter H. Hunt (M), Kenneth Schneyer (M), C.S.E. Cooney, Carrie Cuinn, E.C. Myers, Garth Nix, Don Pizarro, Lauren Roy, Mary Ellen Wessels
Notes for Participant(s)
Walter and Ken will open the event by quickly reminding everyone about the rule: 5-minute maximum per person, each performance must include superheroes in some way, a quick transition between performers, and a live demonstration of the “over time” buzzer. They will trade off introducing each performer and will use the person’s real name matched up with a fake bio that they create, example: “Just off her successful tour of the Moons of Deneb IV, where she instigated a minor border war with a single song, please welcome…” There will be a double mic stand – with a lower-down mic to accommodate a guitar or other instrument and an upper mic for vocals. There will also be a buzzer to alter people when they go over…and have to stop. There will be a sign up sheet at the door for members to sign up for the 8 open slots. We will look into decorating the room, if possible. Erin and Brenda will be on hand to make sure things go smoothly.
Poetry Within Fantasy & Science Fiction
Sunday 10:00 – 10:50, Harbor III (Westin)
Fantasy and science fiction literature often samples snatches of song or poetry within its pages. But where does one look for original poetry that’s wholly focused on dragons and aliens, magic and deep space? Which writers are also fine versifiers? What inspires them? How do they decide whether an idea is better delivered in prose or poetry?
Jo Walton (M), C.S.E. Cooney, Mary Crowell, Theodora Goss
So sorry it’s been so long since I posted! Things are IN MOTION!
1. All the songs have been mastered!
2. All the prints have been printed!
3. Tonight and tomorrow, all the files–audio and visual–are being UPLOADED to Discmakers.com!!!
They ship within 10 business days! I, meanwhile, will take a straight razor and a straight edge to the Brimstone Rhine prints (there are four to a page) and do a little every day until they are all done and ready for you!
When the CDs arrive, and the prints are all in their little plastic slips, I shall put them all together in packages and send them off to you! AND THEN, I BELIEVE, WE ARE DONE! About a year from when we started too.
What a journey it’s been. Thank you. More soon!
(P. S. That’s Carlos Hernandez, with one of the BRIMSTONE RHINE PRINTS. Just so you know I’m not a bald-faced LIAR!)
Carlos Hernandez and I were barely friends then. We’d met briefly at Readercon in 2014, became the most casual of Facebook acquaintances, collaborated on a story in January 2015 on a whim, saw it was good, declared ourselves unwilling to stop writing to each other, struck up a correspondence, and became true friends (and then some) pretty quickly after that.
In those early months of our new friendship, I read Hernandez my collection Bone Swans: Stories, which was about to come out in July 2015.
Carlos Hernandez reads on Hour of the Wolf—at WBAI 99.5 FM New York.
After experiencing his book for the first time, back in March, I could have said, with very little bias–or no more than I have for any other writer in our small, genre-loving, literary community–and with all honesty:
“I don’t know the man very well, but his writing! Oh, boy. Let me tell you ALL about his writing.”
But now I know the man very well, and love him still more, and there is no hope of any lack of prejudice to rein in my hand from lavish praise or sculpt this review down to the pithiest of paragraphs. But I can start with the first thing I said back then in summary, which I kept all these months to use as the subject line for my eventual review:
“This book is wholly irreverent holy beauty.”
Now let me tell you why. But first, you should watch this. It’s four minutes, and it’ll give you a taste of what’s to come.
ACGTQSis a collection of twelve science fiction and fantasy stories. Most, but not all, take place on our world, right here and now–or maybe just a half a breath into the future. The technologies are plausible, the science keenly researched, and through his large cast of mainly Latin@ characters, Hernandez explores what it is to be human and broken. His characters are “people who have assimilated but are actively trying to reclaim their lives.”
And his characters. His characters. He doesn’t make ’em easy. “No es facil.”
Nah, Hernandez does ’em “the Cuban way: mix a few shit-jokes and pranks in with the heartbreak”–and as we follow them through their stories, we end up, like them, diced up, bleeding out, trembling on the summit of revelation, or at the chasm-bottom of despair, caught in that breathless gulf between sob and guffaw, and for all this–or perhaps because of it–somehow more whole.
Murderers and murdered (though with a technology called the “eneural” dead sure doesn’t mean what it used to mean), reporters, physicists, border police, martyrs, musicians, TV producers, teachers, faithless husbands, feral children (and aren’t all children feral, after all?), each character is fully realized, faceted as a fly’s eye, difficult, exquisitely complex, and so gorgeously, shatteringly human.
I have my favorites. “More than Pigs and Rosaries Can Give,” for one–a story about the consequences of sucking ghosts from a bullet hole-riddled wall left over from the Cuban Revolution. For another, the three Gabi Réal stories: “The International Studbook of the Giant Panda”; “The Magical Properties of Unicorn Ivory”; and “Fantaisie Impromptu No. 4 in C#min, Op. 66.”
When I first met Gabi Réal on the page (back in December 2014, just kind of out in the wild in a magazine called Crossed Genres), I instantly knew her for a friend.
Not all fictional characters are folks you’d want to go out for coffee with (well, Gabi would probably drink coffee; I’d drink tea), nor should they be. But Gabi is one of those rare fictions–a woman I want to be when I grow up. She stands alongside the mastercrafted science fiction heroines of Kage Baker and Lois McMaster Bujold. She’s quick-tongued, brutally honest, flirty, feisty, and she’s lived in the world and encountered its weirdnesses: piano’s possessed by their late players, unicorns from another dimension, and what it happens to be like inside an Ailuropoda melanoleuca.
What’s more, she’s reported on it. Gabi always has a story to tell, and something to take from it.
Plus, I want to go out dancing with her. She’s worth knowing. And it’s also worth knowing that there are more Gabi Réal tales to come, outside of the three you’ll be finding herein.
I’ve heard Hernandez describe some of his stories fairly flippantly: “The Aphotic Ghost,” for example, summarized tongue in cheek as, “My Were-Jelly story.” Or, cackling to himself, “The International Studbook of the Giant Panda,” simplified into, “Oh, that’s the one all about Giant Robot Panda Sex.”
Neither of which is…untrue.
But while such goofball elevator pitches might get readers to the page, what they’ll stay for is the zinging wit. The pacing and urgency and breastbone-puncturing adrenalin punch right to the heart of stakes that matter. So much, too, deals unflinchingly with the ferocious melancholy of loss, with gasping moments of drenchingly sensual beauty that surround you like the musk of a fully functioning animatronic animal suit and demand your total surrender.
This book flayed me, man. Pierced me right through, too–like a pigeon slaughtered by a child priest and offered up to some god in exchange for a desperate favor. (See what I did there? No? You will. Once you read the book.)
I do not regret becoming that sacrifice.
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