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I used to be better, but I could never be them again
My poems "Phliasian Investigations" and "The Keystone Out of Your Arch" have been accepted for reprint by The Stellar Beacon. One of these poems is Orsinian; the other about Axiothea of Phlios. I have R.B. Lemberg to thank for publishing both originally in different anthologies.
I was not raised in the traditional sense by fans. I was raised by people who read, watched, and listened to science fiction and fantasy such that it was the dominant literature in the house when I was growing up, but they were not plugged into any kind of wider community. (One of my god-aunts was a serious con-going fan and filker, but never succeeded in describing a convention to me in any way that made it sound attractive rather than overwhelming, which is how I did not meet Ursula K. Le Guin at Readercon 7.) It has nonetheless not escaped me over the years that both of my parents have more classically fannish instincts than I do. My mother has more finely developed slash goggles and stronger shipping opinions. My father gets extremely vocal when he feels a show or a series has gone out of character with itself and extremely meta when sufficiently invested and may actually have provided my first experience of slash in the wild, as he has taken Londo/G'Kar as read since 1996. I find this wonderful. It is a valuable counterweight to the idea that thirty is fandom dead. In any case, I have had to go off some of my medications in preparation for some tests next week and when I said to my mother that I am not quite at the point of forming a symbiotic relationship with a soul-devouring demon sword but it's looking better all the time, she understood what I meant.
I was not raised in the traditional sense by fans. I was raised by people who read, watched, and listened to science fiction and fantasy such that it was the dominant literature in the house when I was growing up, but they were not plugged into any kind of wider community. (One of my god-aunts was a serious con-going fan and filker, but never succeeded in describing a convention to me in any way that made it sound attractive rather than overwhelming, which is how I did not meet Ursula K. Le Guin at Readercon 7.) It has nonetheless not escaped me over the years that both of my parents have more classically fannish instincts than I do. My mother has more finely developed slash goggles and stronger shipping opinions. My father gets extremely vocal when he feels a show or a series has gone out of character with itself and extremely meta when sufficiently invested and may actually have provided my first experience of slash in the wild, as he has taken Londo/G'Kar as read since 1996. I find this wonderful. It is a valuable counterweight to the idea that thirty is fandom dead. In any case, I have had to go off some of my medications in preparation for some tests next week and when I said to my mother that I am not quite at the point of forming a symbiotic relationship with a soul-devouring demon sword but it's looking better all the time, she understood what I meant.
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How interesting to have parents who understand SF/F and have fannish and slashy instincts! Mine have absolutely none. I'm trying to figure out how it might have changed my childhood. It's true that my dad introduced me to Tolkien, but that's about it--from there on I was exploring on my own.
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Thank you!
I'm trying to figure out how it might have changed my childhood. It's true that my dad introduced me to Tolkien, but that's about it--from there on I was exploring on my own.
Were they people who read, just not people who read speculative fiction? I read early and voraciously and might well have encountered many of the same books at an equally formative age, but I can't imagine it didn't make a difference to me, having a library at home to browse through as well as libraries to visit more formally.
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