How people change—but you were never like the others
At the end of a long, exhausting, and frankly demoralizing day, the mail brought me my contributor's copy of Wilde Stories 2015: The Year's Best Gay Speculative Fiction, edited by Steve Berman. It is a very elegant hardcover and I am honored to have "The True Alchemist" reprinted alongside stories by Chaz Brenchley, Craig Laurence Gidney, Alex Jeffers, Sunny Moraine, and other people I should read more of. I dreamed one night in December 2013 that I was writing a story for
ashlyme, so like a reasonable person I stayed up the next night and wrote it. The title comes from a line in Mattie's "A Portrait in Rust," one of the best autumnal stories I have read in recent years—appropriately, both stories were eventually published in Not One of Us #51. This is the second time "The True Alchemist" has been reprinted this year and I am delighted. Seriously, check this collection out. There is a lot of lovely weirdness in it. Tom Cardamome's "The Love of the Emperor Is Divine" is another one for the classics list.
I am in the middle of reading George Gissing's Born in Exile (1892), Sylvia Townsend Warner's Mr Fortune's Maggot (1927), and Ray Monk's Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius (1990), so that's how I'm doing.
[edit] Speaking of emperors: the director of I, Claudius (1976) has died. Herbert Wise. I hope someone deifies him.
I am in the middle of reading George Gissing's Born in Exile (1892), Sylvia Townsend Warner's Mr Fortune's Maggot (1927), and Ray Monk's Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius (1990), so that's how I'm doing.
[edit] Speaking of emperors: the director of I, Claudius (1976) has died. Herbert Wise. I hope someone deifies him.

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Seconded. He should have a small temple in the precincts of Broadcasting House.
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I like this idea very much.
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I am in the middle of reading George Gissing's Born in Exile (1892), Sylvia Townsend Warner's Mr Fortune's Maggot (1927), and Ray Monk's Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius (1990)...
Good heavens! Cold pork pie, passion fruit, and Swiss cheese and rye bread. Hot Ziggety!
I hope someone deifies him.
His memory for a stele.
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Thank you!
Hot Ziggety!
I have always found that story very endearing.
His memory for a stele.
I had this image of the Sibyl welcoming him across . . .
(Which I hope would not surprise him; he came to Britain via the Kindertransport. Last name originally Weisz. It wouldn't surprise me, is all.)
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Thank you. I do, too!
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I don't know much about Gissing beyond "New Grub Street". I'll check some more out. And raise a glass to Wise tonight.
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Thank you. You are a wonderful inspiration.
*hugs*
I don't know much about Gissing beyond "New Grub Street". I'll check some more out.
I can so far recommend this one, although I'll report back when I'm done. What is New Grub Street like?
And raise a glass to Wise tonight.
I wish Falernian wine hadn't gone extinct.
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Herbert Wise definitely deserves deification! Your mention of I, Claudius reminds me of another book that could fit in the classics list: Love and Romanpunk by Tansy Rayner Roberts.
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Thank you! I really am happy to be part of it. It's my first year's-best since 2008.
Your mention of I, Claudius reminds me of another book that could fit in the classics list: Love and Romanpunk by Tansy Rayner Roberts.
That looks really interesting! I will have to find a copy. Thank you.
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I am so far enjoying Born in Exile, which has one of the most amazingly self-inflicted narrators I've encountered in a long time: the novel is sympathetic to him, but also knows he's behaving like the intellectual equivalent of one of those Romantic heroes who swoon at the sight of storms or great art. Considering that the protagonist is considered to be a version of Gissing himself, or at least to share some of his traits, I think it shows an admirable degree of self-awareness. I have no idea what his other novels are like.
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Thank you!
(Then again, I also made the mistake of watching Lars von Trier's Antichrist, though I doubt I'll see many self-disembowelling foxes or deer with dead fauns hanging out their vaginas while I'm up there.)
I kind of recommend leaving if you do.
Enjoy the weekend!
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It's making me very happy!