Monday, December 14, 2020

RIP John le Carré, 1931-2020

I was going to write a few quick thoughts on spy fiction when I googled le Carré and found out he'd died over the weekend (I'm on a bit of a twitter break and so a bit behind in the news).

His novels are so compelling, though for me it wasn't the George Smiley book that have been my favourite. I think I'd place A Perfect Spy top of the list, with Our Kind of Traitor just behind, and Hoffman in A Most Wanted Man as my favourite adaptation.

What I loved most was the worldbuilding. I always thought that Paris Review interview where he compares himself to Tolkien was very apt:


I haven't quite figured it out yet, but there's something about the way spy fiction imbues ordinary objects and routines with meaning that I find compelling. It brings to mind Tolkien's idea of Recovery, summarized here by L. Sprague de Camp: 

Tolkien discussed what he considered the purposes of a fairy story. These are three: Recovery, Escape, and Consolation.
Recovery, he said, was the regaining of a clear view of the things of this world, which he called the Primary World, by living for a while in an imaginary Secondary World. One might liken it to stirring up one’s sense of wonder so that one can view commonplace things with it. “We should look at green again, and be startled anew (but not blinded) by blue and yellow and red…. We need, in any case, to clean our windows; so that the things seen clearly may be freed from the drab blur of triteness or familiarity—from possessiveness.” In an oft-quoted sentence, he concludes: “By the forging of Gram cold iron was revealed; by the making of Pegasus horses were ennobled; in the Trees of the Sun and Moon root and stock, flower and fruit are manifested in glory.

With le Carré it's the same, but instead of swords and unicorns we're dealing with umbrellas and microfiche, secret messages instead of magic.  

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Well this is embarrassing, isn't it?

Really I meant to keep this blog going throughout the summer and fall. My bad. I guess I could blame it on the global pandemic and my deteriorating mental health, but the truth is I just got lazy.

It's a real shame too because I wanted to write about the two pieces of short fiction I had published in November.

My Daughter, Prepper Bucket was published in issue two of Great Ape Journal. It's a story about a conservative father who's starting to suspect his daughter doesn't share his political views and decides to fix their relationship by taking her to the local shopping centre to defend it from the Antifa hordes that fail to materialize. The story collates a bunch of twitter jokes I made about a fictional daughter I invented, named Prepper Bucket. Fictional twitter children have sort of become a genre in themselves, haven't they? I guess I was trying to go for a Wodehousian feel with the antics, which is a rather tall order. If anyone gets a laugh out of it that's good enough for me. 

Chramn the Unconquered was published in Volume 16, Issue 10 of Schlock! Webzine. It's about a barbarian type who lives all alone on the tundra and wants revenge against the warriors who took his family from him. I was trying to express some of my own personal failures when I wrote it and thinking about the barbarian archetype from stuff like Robert E Howard's Conan and Genndy Tartakovsky's Primal. Actually I was thinking a lot about that one Frazetta painting, you know the one where the warrior is driving a sled-chariot through the snow pulled by polar bears? I guess it's from a Michael Moorcock book. Well, I tried to come up with my own only-slightly-less-impractical tundra vessel for the story. 

I've got another story coming out in mid-February in Dream of Shadows

Hopefully I'll be able to write a post or two on the old blog here before then.


This blog was a really dumb idea

 I haven't updated it in over a year. Sorry (apologizing to myself here, because no one is reading this).  I chose to go with a blog for...