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An interview with Aidan Harte

March 14, 2014 1 comment

Welcome to Thinking about books. Thanks for taking the time to exchange ideas. By way of introduction to readers here, I explored Aidan’s background as well as the inspiration for Irenicon, the first book in The Wave trilogy, in an interview due to run in the June edition of the San Francisco Book Reviews. While we wait for that to appear, I thought we’d change tack and talk more generally about about the “state of the union”. For once, I’m going to leave it to you, Aidan, to set the hare running.

This interview celebrates the (belated) publication of Irenicon in the US so perhaps we should think about whether it’s obvious to the readership where the author of speculative fiction originates. You’re immersed in recent writing: could you take the Pepsi challenge and tell if a writer is American or not?

You’re asking me to get my prejudices out of the closet when you ask whether it’s possible to distinguish American authors, apart from the fact they can’t spell, of course (only joking). At the very top of the art, the question is meaningless. There’s sufficient universality to cross the boundaries of cultures. Quality simply shines through regardless of nationality. But once you come down from the rarified levels, the culture of the writer becomes significant. Through the socialisation process, we’re adapted to the local culture. Think of it as a survival mechanism. So when we take the first steps into the craft of writing, we inevitably evince the attitudes and sensibilities that colour the local readership’s expectations. For this reason, many authors don’t travel across cultures. What they say and how they say it are only acceptable in their local communities.

We pretend the Republic of Letters is borderless, but, speaking for myself, the American speculative writers I’ve read recently are either long dead or people like Ursula K. Le Guin who were in the heyday in the way way back. Put me on the spot and ask me about contemporary speculative writers, and I’d probably stutter something about China Miéville, Joe Abercrombie, Susanna Clarke and Ian Banks. Very different writers, but all drive on the left side. Is this just a consequence of what we’re exposed to in our bookshops, or something deeper?

I’m always interested in authors like Adrian McKinty who began life in one culture, studied in a second and now live in a third. In the fantasy field, Felix Gilman is an outstanding example — if you haven’t already done so, you should get hold of the duology: The Half-Made World and The Rise of Ransom City. These writers produce what I suppose I’m obliged to call a greater cosmopolitan writing style because it’s synthesising elements from different sets of influences.

In a way, you’re avoiding the cultural problem because, like Gilman, you’ve chosen to write fantasy. The genre shingle over the door warns those who open the book to suspend their disbelief while exploring the world you’ve created. You don’t face the same credibility constraints as those who set their work in the contemporary world. That doesn’t mean readers can’t tell where people have their cultural roots. As a generalisation, American fantasy writers tend to be plot people and have less interest in the socio-economic and political contexts for the action. There are exceptions like Daniel Abraham and N. K. Jemisin, but nothing like the ranks led by Joe Abercrombie, K J Parker, et al. Europeans tend to be more interested in producing layered fiction with metaphorical, allegorical and, sometimes, satirical intent. So we probably agree that the Republic of Letters has very precisely defined borders. Even within national cultures, there are subcultures which have very different tastes and interests. Not unnaturally, publishers pander to their niche audience.

Aidan Harte

Aidan Harte

You say the writers you find interesting are either dead or long-in-the-tooth. You are using time as your filter for universality. Any book that can speak to readers years after it was written has the necessary cultural universality to be a great book — Left Hand of Darkness, for example, is as good today as when it was written. This nicely avoids the task of reading through the mountain of dross as it’s published to find the one or two good books today.

With great age comes great impatience. Reading is such a pleasure that I jealously guard of every minute. It’s a numbers game: since the Hogwarts Express started chugging, there’s been an expansion in Fantasy publishing. With several lifetimes you couldn’t keep up, and a gold rush is a bad time to be looking for gold. It’s churlish to complain – I’ve profited from it as a writer – but I’m sceptical if every reader has. Somebody’s surely done the maths, but I’d wager that a decade ago the average Fantasy was two hundred pages shorter. Sure, there are more books with more pages today. There’s also a lot of more dollars circulating than ten years ago. Are we feeling richer?

The midlist author has been abandoned by the average publishing house. Authors who used to make just enough to survive are now writing part-time and earning enough to live on the rest of the time. It’s not just that authors are expected to write more words for less pay. It’s the focus on the search for the next “blockbuster”.

Call me romantic but I think something was diluted in the explosion. Back when the field of Weird Fiction was a niche netherworld, it attracted folks who were strange – ‘You ought to try Lithum’ strange. The angle they looked at life was, and still is, shocking. Where’s our Olaf Stapledon? People who haven’t read H. G. Wells assume he succeeded because he was first, but the guy was a big thinker. He grabs you by the lapels and shakes. I looked into The Island of Dr Moreau again the other day. When the traumatized Prendick finally returns to London, he sees abominations everywhere, and compares a priest’s sermon to the Ape-man’s “Big Thinks”. It’s terrific. Who’s that bold today?

Of course, this is ancestor-worship. There must be equally original voices working today. It’s just harder to hear them for all the hollering.

Well, our ancestors made do with myths that had a guy chained to a rock with an eagle eating his liver every day. They were into cruelty and immorality in all its forms.

You’re right. What we now call Fantasy has roots in myth and religion. It’s a commonplace, but for me it’s a touchstone of Fantasy. Much that goes by the name is simply medieval costume drama with dragons. How could it be otherwise? The real stuff is hard work. It’s high stakes too: bad Fantasy is flatulent, but when it’s good – oh my! – it’s transcendent. Le Guin, as it happens, has some stern words on this: ‘A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will change you.’

It doesn’t bother me that publishing is a capitalist endeavor – I rather like the idea – but the dispiriting side of it is the ghettoisation. There have always been benighted souls who will proudly announce that they only read one genre, who delight, like toddlers, in repetition. They’re the same people who think a story is Horror as soon as a vampire shows up. Selling books is a difficult game, and getting harder. Even though editors know quality, the accountants know people like the same thing. So you get longer and longer books, and series that go on longer than Vietnam.

Irenicon is mediaeval Italian fantasy without the dragons — can’t think why you left them out. There are quite a number of other authors playing in the same sandbox. Did you find it difficult to find new ground to plough?

The reason I choose classic over contemporary Fantasy is practical: writers have to open themselves to the world for material. The downside to being so impressionable is that you pick up the conventions of the day without knowing it. Twitter is like an experiment in group-think epidemics. Log on and hear the inchoate roar of a mob lost in an echo chamber. It’s too loud to think. I’ve made a good start with Irenicon, and I want each book to be better. In the meantime I have to keep my muse away from authors with pulses. That tramp will sleep with anyone.

Many thanks! That was fun! The second book in the trilogy, The Warring States, was published by Quercus in hardback in 2013 — the paperback edition is due this April. The final volume, Spira Mirabilis, will be published in Britain later this year. Here’s my own review of Irenicon.

The Speculative Edge. Issue 1, August 2012

July 16, 2012 3 comments

I often find I have my best ideas walking around the house wearing only my underwear. These usually involve my wife and various kitchen appliances. But if the mood is not on me to make beef cobbler or an apple pie, I think about what’s missing from the world. Very occasionally, I wonder about the market for magazines. There are as many possible models for magazines as there are people prepared to put their money into the venture of producing one. The only real criterion for success is whether they find enough people to pay the price and so cover their production costs. Few have the deep pockets and commitment to continue producing a magazine at a loss. Then there’s the question of time. Until they’re making enough to pay living costs, the editor(s) and other staff can’t give up their day jobs. It’s a hobby no matter how professional the resulting magazine. This additional constraint puts more pressure on the dedicated people. Over time, people get tired. The lack of financial success undermines motivation. The magazine withers away. Yet there’s no lack of people like this editorial team coming forward with their best hopes to the fore. As always, we welcome new warriors to the fray and wish them well.

The Speculative Edge launches this August. In writing this review of the first issue, it’s not my job to make any kind of prediction as to whether the venture will be a success. That’s a judgement the market will make. My only task is to describe the concept and say a little about the content. As the title suggests, it features science fiction, fantasy and horror. The issue has four elements: interviews with two new authors and excerpts from their work, four short stories (two of which are reprints), some poetry, and non-fiction with both reviews and a brief discussion of the relative merits of literary as opposed to genre fiction.

There’s something refreshing about putting the spotlight on new authors. Too often magazines trot out interviews with the same headline authors. In part this gives the magazine a certain credibility. That Stephen King was prepared to vouchsafe ten minutes of his time impresses some potential buyers. It also goes with the flow and produces a self-fulfilling prophesy in the book trade about which authors in the magic circle will appear in self-promotional venues to reinforce their brand image, sell shed-loads of books, have their names on the NYT Bestseller List, and so on. I always try to give support and encouragement to the so-often-ignored midlist authors. In this case, we have two self-published authors. This is more of a risk for two reasons. First, there may be a very good reason why a publisher has not picked up the titles. And it can be an example of cronyism, i.e. the magazine gets a reputation for promoting the work of the editor’s friends. I’m all for bringing talent to the attention of the wider market. Having read the two excerpts, I’m not convinced either author is so spectacularly good to have been preferred over the several thousand midlist authors who are largely unknown to the mass market. This is not to say that the interviews are uninteresting or the fiction is bad. I simply find the editorial choice of these two authors slightly odd.

Similarly, with thousands of perfectly competent people producing original short stories, it’s a little strange to find two of the four stories are reprints. Even allowing for the lack of payment for rights, there should be enough content of publishable quality coming through the electronic door with proper editorial standards being maintained over what appears in the final issue. That said, “The Cosmic Stringbusters” by D L Chance is a very good take on the social problems likely to be encountered in a generation starship. It elegantly questions whether the psychological pressures of the journey will be better faced by abandoning the past and only looking forward, or whether censorship of those things reminding people of the past would, in its own right, cause more problems than it would solve. “Of All the Gin Joints” by C T Hart is a nice joke about androids and the games they play. Except, if one android is following another based on an electronic signature, why does the switch work? “Gravity 101” by Christian Riley is a routine alien invasion story with somewhat judgmental aliens who decide they’ve had enough of us as a species and would rather we were no longer around, polluting the place and generally making too much noise. So, rather like teens, we’re to be grounded. “They Call Her Miss Hood” by Matthew Sideman is a fairy story reinvented as a noirish PI episode. It’s too long to sustain the conceit, but makes a brave shot at a difficult target. I regret to say I’m not competent to judge the quality of the poetry. Although I learned all about scansion at school and can read iambic pentameter aloud with flair, I’ve never actually been interested in verse of any kind so, regretfully, will pass over this section without comment.

As to the reviews, the films selected are contemporary which is as it should be. The two books selected are The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (2008) and The Magicians by Lev Grossman (2009). No matter what the quality of the reviews, I’m not sure of the value to the readers in discussing books published three or four years ago. The essay at the end follows a well-worn path, but doesn’t really say anything new. When the word “edge” appears in the name of the magazine, I would hope for something more original and challenging.

You only get a feel for a magazine when you can detect trends so this is a wait-and-see moment. Fortunately with The Speculative Edge, it won’t cost you much to find out how things develop. The subscription rates are low and represent good value for money — All I hope is that the editorial policies turn to original fiction, contemporary reviews (more of them and shorter might be better), and edgier articles and essays. Indeed, edgier all round would be good rather than the slightly “safe” middle-of-the-road feel to much of the first issue’s contents. So, all in all, this is worth a look and support. Hopefully it will grow in stature and join the ranks of the great magazines of the day.

A copy of this magazine was sent to me for review.