Life, Nevetsized

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So usually when I talk about things being Nevetsized, I'm talking about putting a dark, morbid, cynical, vaguely existential, dryly satirical spin on ordinary things.  (Like, incidentally, all the cool swag at the Cafe Press shop.)  I might describe a comment such as, "All those job applications you never heard back on are being used to create the perfect profile for psychological torturing you on your 30th birthday," and tag it as, #HiringNevetsized.  As a for instance.

But today, I want to just let everyone know a little bit about what's been keeping me busy.

First and foremost, I have been able to hit some good milestones on my writing.  As I'm mentioned in other places, Sublimation is in final edits.  I have those back and am working on finishing them.  Then it's just a matter of tweaking format, and the novel will be out for query.  I have also completed the first story featuring Solomon Matthews, aka "The Death Reader," a circuit-riding defense attorney and forensic anthropologist in the American old west.  A couple other shorts are nearly finished and ready for submission, as well.


Second and also foremost, my wife and I have bought our first home.  It was a whirlwind process that began a couple days  after Christmas with us saying, "Hmm, well, let's start looking around to see if maybe we want to think about buying a home in this area," and ended with us closing in the beginning of February on a 1966 ranch home situation on about three and a half rolling country acres.  It's a beautiful house on a beautiful piece of property that has some well-established landscaping near the house and then a lot of room to work with as we develop our little hobby farm for ourselves.  It's truly a wonderful place, and home-ownership has been treating us well, but I can't say that I realized just how time-consuming the whole process was going to be.  We're still moving in in a lot of ways, but overall it's more like we're settling in now and getting the feel for country life and taking care of a house and a property that is entirely our responsibility.

Writing and home-ownership are only a part of Life, Nevetsized.  In case you're unaware, I also work a full-time job in IT management.  From about last August until about the first week of February, I was working 70-hour work weeks and we were still falling behind.  We are now starting to get caught up, and work weeks are back down to 40 to 50 hours, but the nature of my position is such that the buck stops here, and sometime there are a million bucks at once and there's no predicting when or where those bucks will arise.  To stretch a metaphor well beyond acceptable limits.

I also serve as a certified EMT on volunteer ambulance that serves the town I work in.  It's also the town we used to live in.  Now that we're out in the country, we're well outside the limits of acceptable response time so I've gone down to serving only a couple nights a month, on which occasion I stay with friends in town.

Since last fall, I've also been teaching English as part of a major program that reaches out to international adults.  The program has about 230 students overall.  The class I help teach has about 16 students, mostly refugees.  This is one night a week, about an hour a way.

Additionally, in December I took on constructing the on-line cultural anthropology class for my university, and this spring I've also been teaching the in-class cultural anthro course, which I do about every other year or so.

That's pretty much what life is, Nevetsized.

Oh, and, living in the country, there's not really internet at our house beyond tethering through my Droid.

.Nevets.

How the Nothing Ate the Western and is Coming for Your Genre Next

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I've made no secret of the fact that among my projects is a Western short story, hopefully the first of a series featuring circuit-riding lawyer Solomon Matthews, called by some the Death Reader because of his ability to interpret the facts of a person's demise from close inspection of the remains.   I've also freely admitted that the Western is, as a genre, a bit of a no-go in the publishing world these days.

The reasons for this are many.  Some of it has to do with writers.  Some to do with publishers.  Some to do with simple trends in taste.  But I think the Western has also been attacked by Bastien's Scourge, Atreyu's Bane, the Mocker of the Princess: The Nothing.

At its core, Western fiction is myth.  It is the American equivalent of wu xia fiction or medieval European ballads: larger than life tales of adventure in a romantic past, told in part to stir and inspire the human spirit and in part to cause general reflection.  They are part fairy tale, part parable, part diversion.

Unfortunately, as such, the Western has suffered greatly from the development of a readership that knows better.  By and large, the American people have traded in their sense of wonder for their sense of guilt -- their imagination for their intellect.  The Western doesn't take place in American history; it takes people in Fantasia.  And Fantasia is dying.

One of the first knocks on the Western was a generalized sense of guilt over the treatment of non-whites in American history.  To be sure, many dime store Westerns reflected stereotypes of cowboys versus Indians and relegated  Asians to the laundry and African Americans to ... well, nowhere.  To be equally sure, many Westerns have risen above those stereotypes to portray a much more diverse West.

Unfortunately, the second knock on the Western attacked both the stereotypical portrayals and many of those which showed alternatives.  It attacked with a resounding, "That wasn't what it was like."  Many readers rejected the very idea of showing anything other than "The West the way it really was."  Unfortunately, none of the readers in the late 20th century were particularly active during the Civil War or reconstruction era, and so they were inclined to reject any portrayal.

And this has led into the third knock on the Western: in order to satisfy readers, they should be specifically and factually accurate.  In order to navigate general frustrations with the genre, it's easiest to find simply demand historical accuracy.  If the facts are accurate, the idea goes, then the story will feel more true.

And so the Western has largely split into two streams: that which includes contemporary cowboy romance stories, and that which has merged with historical fiction.  Unfortunately, neither of those strands really allows the Western to function as myth.  By being anchored to real places, real times, and real people, the story has lost its transcendence.

I don't mean to make the Western sound lofty by speaking of its transcendence, but one of the important qualities of mythic literature is often that it rises above and exists outside of a particular time and place.  Fable and fairy tales, wu xia and Western -- they cannot tell timeless stories of the human spirit if the most important thing about them is their factual content.  They may still be good stories, but their not the same stories.

And if you're the writer or reader of another genre, don't feel safe.  Science Fiction is criticized if its science smacks of magic or techno-babble.  The police procedural, the forensic detective, and the legal thriller have largely supplanted the traditional mystery, and the contemporary cozy is gritty and real.  Fantasy editors beg for fantasy that doesn't include dragons, talking animals, or questing elves.

I'm as guilty as anyone of this.

And I mourn the loss of my sense of wonder every day.

But I can do things about it.  I can write psychological suspense that communicates realistic human experience within a surreal context.  I can write Western fiction that, while perhaps still darker and more fact-driven than I would like, is not concerned with time or place or history.  I can try to kick myself in the teeth every time I cringe at the science on Star Trek or goofy design of the BBC Narnia miniseries.

The Nothing has eaten the Western.

But Fantasia can still be saved.

If anyone really wants to.

If you want to protect your genre.  If you want to protect fiction and stop the march from story-telling to ripped-from-the-headlines. If you want to protect wonder.  If you want to protect imagination itself.

All you have to do is say her name.

.Nevets.