N.K. Jemisin

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The Kingdom of Gods

The Kingdom of Gods

For two thousand years, the Arameri family has ruled the world by enslaving the very gods that created mortalkind. Now the gods are free, and the Arameri's ruthless grip is slipping. Yet they are all that stands between peace and world-spanning, unending war...

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After

Just sold another short story! This one has gone to a forthcoming YA dystopian anthology edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling, to be called After. As it was described to me, the premise is to focus on the dystopias that might result long after an apocalypse, not the immediate aftermath, and explore what life is like for teenagers in this setting.

My own contribution is called “Valedictorian,” and it’s set in the same cybergothy universe of “The Trojan Girl”, which got published earlier this year in Weird Tales. “Valedictorian” is set an undescribed amount of time later, and is written from the other side, so to speak. A taste:

When she earns the highest possible score on the post-graduation placement exam, Ms. Threnody pulls her aside after class. Zinhle expects the usual praise. The teachers know their duty, even if they do a half-assed job of it. But Threnody pulls the shade on the door, and Zinhle realizes something else is in the offing.

“There’s a representative coming to school tomorrow,” Threnody says. “From beyond the Firewall. I thought you should know.”

For just a moment, Zinhle’s breath catches. Then she remembers Rule 2 — she will not live in fear — and pushes this aside. “What does the representative want?” she asks, though she thinks she knows. There can be only one reason for this visit.

“You know what they want.” Threnody looks hard at her. “They say they just want to meet you, though.”

“How do they know about me?” Like most students, she has always assumed that those beyond the Firewall are notified about each new class only at the point of graduation. The valedictorian is named then, after all.

“They’ve had full access to the school’s networks since the war.” Threnody grimaces with a bitterness that Zinhle has never seen in a teacher’s face before. Teachers are always supposed to be positive about the war and its outcome. “Everyone brags about the treaty, the treaty. The treaty made sure we kept critical networks private, but gave up the non-critical ones. Like a bunch of computers would give a damn about our money or government memos! Shortsighted fucking bastards.”

Teachers are not supposed to curse, either.

No deets yet on publisher (there is one) or release date, cover art or anything else — I’ll keep you posted — but Ellen did send out a preliminary table of contents. Note that this is “so far”!

Genevieve Valentine
Susan Beth Pfeffer        
Cecil Castellucci
Carol Emshwiller             
Katherine Langrish        
Richard Bowes 
Matthew Kressel           
Beth Revis                    
N. K. Jemisin                
Carrie Ryan                  
Steven Gould                
Caitlín R. Kiernan

This is also my first published YA. I’ve been noodling a novel in this universe, which would be YA, so in a way these short stories are proof-of-concept exercises — me testing the waters of a new genre. Glad to see this one at least succeeded in finding a home. Whether it’s a success will have to wait for when you can read it!

The Tough Guide to Fantasyland’s Exotic Locales

More smart stuff from other people. Rising star of the SFF genre Shweta Narayan posted this hilarious (but also sadmaking) homage to Diana Wynne Jones’ Tough Guide to Fantasyland — the Tough Guide to Fantasyland’s Exotic Locales. She explains,

My cold-addled brain has been sort of fixated on context, of late, namely the racist/Orientalist/fetishizing contextual stew that Secondary-world Fantasy inherited from the Romantics, and Regency fantasy and Steampunk implicitly take on as part of their world-view unless it’s explicily undermined; and I’ve been wondering how to talk about it without shifting the focus to individual examples. (Which isn’t to deny the value of calling out examples of fail, just that it’s the general underlying tropes I’ve wanted to talk about. ETA: And maybe the colonial/evangelical agenda wrapped up in their origins, but I’m really not clueful enough to say much about that so I dunno…)

These are all genres I love, and honestly I love plenty of books that fall into the racefails I’ve been thinking of, so I’m part of the problem too. That’s what makes it a general issue — it’s the air we breathe.

And then examples include (in spot-on DWJ style):

- Fanatic Caliphate: Identifiable by desert settings, male Natives in Long Robes and Turbans (or Headdresses), and Veiled or hidden female Natives. Food will be Spicy. Harsh Punishments will include cutting off body parts, public flagellation, and slavery. Female Tourists be warned: female Natives will chide your Independence here, and male Natives will harass you. Everyone will sneer at monogamy. Patriarchy and Polygyny are aspects of the same unshakeable Oppression here (unlike Fantasyland proper, where Patriarchy can be challenged and isn’t constantly reinforced).

The FC is always ruled by a Tyrant, who has a Harem. This bears no relation whatsoever to historical female quarters in the Tourists’ home world, but derive rather from Victorian fever-dreams about such. The Harem will generally contain one Oppressed Native Girl, who must be Rescued.

Comedy — and anti-colonialist — gold. Go check out the whole post!

Futurestates

I was given a heads-up on this by unusualmusic over at the Racebending blog, and was so wowed by what I saw that I want to share. With everybody.

I blog a lot about how frustrated I am by the lack of social realism in SFF. If even half the energy SFF creators expended on getting the science right could be put into getting the people right, I think the genre would be taken more seriously — both by those who are already fans and by those who scorn us. But leaving aside what greater social realism might do for SFF’s cred (and my sales, as an SFF writer), there’s the fact that IMO it simply makes for better art.

Case in point: Futurestates TV. Futurestates is basically a series of potential TV series pilots done by independent filmmakers grouped around a single theme: what will America’s future look like? The results have been by turns funny, poignant, and in a few cases horrifying. But they’ve also been consistently plausible from a people standpoint. These are futures in which people of color, the poor, the queer, the disabled, etc., have not been conveniently wiped out by aliens. Futures in which the social problems of American society have not been handwaved away — though in many cases, thanks to our failure to deal with those problems now, they’ve gotten worse.

I’m working my way through all of them, but this one is currently my favorite: “Remigration”, by Barry Jenkins.

I would love to see this get turned into a series. It’s clear that (spoiler)
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Awards Update

The award nominations keep coming for The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms… wow. I’ve been in a perpetual state of “Huhwha?” for the last few weeks.

The new nomination is for the Prix des Imaginales, which I’ll find out about in a few weeks when I go to the Imaginales Festival in France. It’s for Best Translation, which is good because the Francophones I’ve talked to have praised the book’s translation as well as its content, and it’s good to know that’s a consistent view.

And an update on an old award: it’s now possible to vote for the Morningstar, the “new authors” version of the Gemmell. Actually it’s been possible to vote for that for weeks, I just wasn’t sure about the etiquette of promoting it. Awards are a touchy thing in our (the SFF writing) community; some people think it’s gauche to solicit votes, others say “go for what you know”. I lean toward the latter, but since the Gemmell is a UK award there’s a cultural nuance to consider; didn’t want to be the crass American. But then I realized Blake Charlton has been asking for votes.

And that means it’s on. ::cracks knuckles::

Now it’s time to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women. Gotta let slip the dogs of war, etc. Doctorboy’s goin’ DOWN.

(…OK, I need to pause here and note that Blake is a friend, and this is me being silly. I’ve met his fiancee; she’s lovely, and I would never want to hear her lamentations. Actually I think she’d kick my ass if I tried. And I love dogs, and would never use them in a war. Just sayin’.)

So vote for me!

Cheaper Kingdoms, Better Worlds

Good news, folks: to celebrate the Nebula and Hugo nominations for The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms, Orbit is dropping the ebook price to $2.99! You can find it for that price at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Mother’s Day is coming; if your mom’s the type who might like family drama and mythic intrigue with a weensy bit of sexytimes… hey, I’m just sayin’, not all moms want flowers.

ETA: You can also get Mira Grant’s Feed as part of the Hugo deal!

Also! I got the chance to participate in another SF Signal Mind Meld. This one’s for the Shared Worlds teen writing camp; the question of the day is about who we think of as master worldbuilders. No surprise for anyone who reads this site, because I’ve mentioned my love of C. S. Friedman here many times. But there are some interesting suggestions in the other writers’ comments. So go check it out!

ETA: Fellow Fluidian Eugene C. Myers quipped on Twitter, re the price drop: “That’s only $0.0000299 per kingdom. What a bargain!”

Sinners, Saints… Available at Podcastle!

I mentioned this awhile back, but it got posted yesterday: at Podcastle, my story “Sinners, Saints, Dragons, and Haints, in the City Beneath the Still Waters” is up. This story was originally published in the UK magazine Postscripts.

I’ve only been able to listen to a little of it so far, but I really like the voice they selected. The reader is a black woman, Laurice White, and while she doesn’t specifically speak with a New Orleanian accent, she does such a phenomenal job that these minor differences are just that — minor. There’s character there, which captures both Tookie’s quiet introspection and his strength and humor; it also captures Miss Mary’s weariness and spunk. I wasn’t hoping for a voice actor (although it seems Ms. White actually is!), but a reader who could properly convey the spirit and cadence of the story, and I think Podcastle managed to find that.

The only thing that bugs me is that I think they speeded up the recording. A lot of the natural pauses (which are also part of Southern speech) seem to have been truncated, making the flow of the reading oddly choppy and run-together. On the other hand, the thing is 68 minutes long, so without that it might’ve been even longer. Compromises, compromises…

Anyway, I’m glad that this story is finally publicly available. It was a story that I wrote to comfort myself, quite frankly, after witnessing the losses and horrors inflicted by Hurricane Katrina on the only city I love as much as New York. Quite frankly, the things that happen in this story are easier than what really happened, because in reality there was no speculative/liminal component involved in the still ongoing human-made disaster of the storm’s aftermath — just the ever-present monsters of classism, racism, greed, incompetence, and plain old inhumanity. The monster I wrote into the story can be fought by one man; it’s going to take a lot more to kill the attitudes that contributed to the deaths of nearly 2000 people, the displacement of tens of thousands more, and the fact that it’s been more than 5 years and some people are still in FEMA trailers… and the goddamn levees still aren’t up to code.

::sigh::

So think of this as a modern fairy tale. Fairy tales hint at the real horrors of reality — like sexual violence and murder, poverty and child neglect, and worse — while also providing solutions. And if those solutions are simplified for the sake of catharsis — we hit it with our collective axe — they also suggest realistic solutions. We have to act. We have to work. We cannot simply sit around and wait for things to get better. We have to demand leadership that actually gives a damn about everyone. We have to remember that the monsters are in us, and if we want the world to get better, those monsters cannot be suffered to live.

So go take a listen, and tell me what you think of the story.

HUGO NOM (to go with my NEBULA NOM OMGWTFTOFU)

Ya’ll, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is a Hugo nominee as well as a Nebula nominee this year. And you know what that means.

That’s right. It’s Sparkly Pink Text time.

HELL TO THE YEAH.

I have to admit, I half-expected the Nebula. Enough people had the book on their proto-awards lists that I felt I had a fighting chance. But given the Hugos’ noted bias in favor of science fiction (and against fantasy), more notable embrace of well-known names (vs unknown n00bs), and most notablest aversion to girl cooties or any hint thereof, I didn’t think I had a chance there. So when I got the email regarding the nom — 2 weeks ago, had to sit on it all this time, thought I was gonna die — I was indeed surprised and delighted.

And even more delighted now that I can see the full list of nominees. I know so many of these folks! Honestly, I’m thrilled to see Mira Grant (aka Seanan McGuire) on the novel slate with me re Feed, because I loved that one. But also pleased to see fellow Altered Fluidian Saladin Ahmed on the Campbell slate! And Ted Chiang’s up again! And Mary Robinette Kowal! And John Joseph Adams! And Nick Mamatas! And Clarkesworld is on the slate again (hope they win this time)!

Only thing that annoys me is that the best editor slate is missing my editor, Devi Pillai — who I believe is also Mira Grant’s editor, though don’t take my word on that. If so, though, and two of the five Hugo-nom’d authors have the same editor this year, then that editor ought to be on the ballot too, I’m thinking.

But that’s a quibble, and this is a kickass slate, and I’m truly, truly honored to be on it. Hell yeah I am.

An anecdote

Been sort of vaguely following the whole kerfuffle over that dumbass article on fantasy over at the NY Times. (I mean “dumbass” in the most respectful way.) I’m not particularly upset about it because ignorant bigotry rarely upsets me; it’s the bigotry of the supposedly knowledgeable that I find more dangerous. And this is bigotry, for all that we’ll probably use a less inflammatory phrase for it, like “genre snobbery” or whatever. The thoughtless, irrational, overly-generalized adherence to a set of wrong beliefs about a whole group of people is always bigotry. It’s worse when those beliefs cause the believer to harm the group in question — like, supporting laws and an economic system designed to hurt them — but it’s ugly even when the hate is relatively harmless, like in that NYT article. (There’s another review over at Slate that’s just as negative, but not biased against fantasy as a category. See? It’s not hard.) So even though I haven’t read Martin’s books myself and don’t have HBO so won’t be watching the series for awhile, and have no time for TV anyway while I’m in copyedit mode, I totally get others’ anger over the whole thing.

Still, the reviewer’s casual assumption that no women (or PoC, by implication; I noticed her little horrified bit about the screenwriter going from Spike Lee to this?!?1! as if the two film phenomena were mutually exclusive) could possibly enjoy swords and magic and stuff, reminds me of how I became an epic fantasy fan.

It was during middle school. Continue reading ›

Another quick question

Well, now. Since my last quick question was so successful, and since I’m too busy for a lengthy post these days, thought I’d toss another one out. And this one is:

What do you think will happen in The Kingdom of Gods?

(Will probably repost this in six months when the book comes out, so I can cackle in Maniacal Author Glee as theories are proven right or wrong.)

Little busy for awhile…

Those of you who’ve friended me on Facebook have already seen this, but for everyone — yesterday the copyedit of The Kingdom of Gods arrived on my literal doorstep. In my building, UPS will sometimes take a chance and just drop the thing in front of a person’s door, in hopes that it won’t disappear. Usually it doesn’t, but it does usually suffer a little; someone had stepped on the thing, planting a nearly perfect footprint right in the middle of the envelope, by the time I got home. Such disrespect.

Manuscript of KoG for copyediting, with quiche

Anyway, what you can’t see — because I’m a terrible photographer — is that KoG is the longest book I’ve ever written, so that stack of paper is a good solid 6 inches deep. I have a little over a week to read it in meticulous detail, make sure I agree with the copyeditor’s changes, and get it back into Orbit’s hands. Doable — but only if I shut down all extraneous activities for a while. So I’m officially going on blog silence ’til it’s done. May see if I can find some guestbloggers, actually, but if not, don’t sweat it. I’ll be back later.

Oh, and the quiche was delicious.


 

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