Photo a Day: J.J. Abrams is the Antichrist

Against my better judgement, I went to see the second installment of the Star Trek reboot the other day. I could go on at length about all the things that are wrong with this movie — as a stand alone example of cinema and as part of the Star Trek pantheon.

Rather than do that, in lieu of a real photo for my Photo a Day project, I’ll offer this image that I recently spied on the Internet, obviously created by someone who feels the same way I (and presumably many others) do, vis-à-vis: Star Trek, Into Darkness and its director, J. J. Abrams.

May the spirit of Gene Roddenberry hound you mercilessly until the end of your days, J.J. Abrams

Confessions of a Compulsive Bibliolater

A blurry pile of books: too much bibliolation and you'll go blind. Check it out. I don’t just sit around in front of the computer whining into the cold and uncaring electronic ether about my torn quadriceps tendon. I also sit in front of the computer and prattle on about books.

Other people amuse themselves with Angry Birds and Facebook; I amuse myself by writing book reviews and other whatnot about books. To each their own. Everyone needs a hobby, and this one keeps me off the streets, and is somewhat slightly more legitimate and socially redeeming than spending that time playing video games (another thing with which I’ve been known to fritter away my precious life’s days).

And gods know I’ve had plenty of time for reading, as of late. So if you have any interest in old-school science fiction, namely Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series, or just want to see what floats my literary boat in general – science fiction being just one wave upon those waters – just one aspect of many within my bibliolatrous enthusiasm – check out Barking Book Reviews.

Which may soon be renamed Confessions of a Compulsive Bibliolater.

Because I’m a bibliolatin’ sumbitch. I can’t stop with the compulsive bibliolation. Day in, day out. Even now, at age 43, sometimes I do it two or three times a day. But I’m not a biblioklept; I duly pay for my habit.

Racy Li Ninja’ed My Tiptree Post

At least she didn’t ninja my epic helm that drops in Scholomance. LOL, actually I haven’t played WoW in months.

Racy Li's NinjaBut anyway, my earlier entry on a recent Alice B. Sheldon – James Tiptree, Jr. biography made the Seventh Blog Carnival of Feminist Science Fiction and Fantasy Fans. Sweet! Seriously, I’m jazzed about this. I wasn’t really expecting anyone besides friends and family to be paying attention to this blog so early on, so *any* outside attention is cool – to be grouped here with other fine company just adds sweet icing to the cake.

Not only is this author’s blog interesting, but so is her site – but frankly, I don’t think ninjas would be that bulky as portrayed in the art for her forthcoming book. Lats that big would only slow a ninja down, I should think. Aren’t they more about wiry, fast-twitch muscle fibers, than bulky, look-good-walking-down-the-street-in-the-Castro, slow-twitch fibers? But on second thought, if the gym-rat look turns you on, well, a girl can dream, I suppose. Why not?

Seriously, her site is cool, and free e-books rule. Ever so much more so when they involve “kickass ninja smut.” I’m going to have to look into that, come to think of it. …

But I digress (as I am wont to do). I should just abbreviate that sentence from now on. BID(AIAWTD).

Anyway, the links in the Seventh Blog Carnival feature some interesting stuff. I was particularly taken with this entry from another author’s blog. In a post that discusses sexism and harassment at cons (once again I’m learning just how ignorant I am with regard to thinking that most sci-fi geeks would just naturally be above that sort of thing), Pamela Taylor discusses how wearing a hajib can be an expression of feminist ideals – and is for her. And don’t misunderstand, she’s not an apologist, by any means; she makes a valid, rational argument as to why a feminist woman would want to wear a hajib, and at the same time calls out the sexism found in both the worlds of science fiction, its fans and Islam. As she concludes:

These two communities — one that would claim to uphold the purest values, and the other which would claim to uphold the most modern — make strange bedfellows indeed, and the fact that they are both falling down with regards to women and harassment points to the need for more work to be done across the board.

… And Then There is the Sexism in Star Trek

The effing hot women of Star Trek in short skirts and body hugging outfits.She calls bullshit on the original Star Trek as well, which, while arguably ahead of its time in terms of the roles of women and minorities (first interracial kiss on TV!), is still undeniably sexist by today’s standards (I know, I was up until the wee hours this past Sunday morning watching a Star Trek marathon on cable). I always found it wonderfully ironic that on the Star Trek franchise with the woman ship captain, Star Trek: Voyager, we still had a super-hot babe running around in skin-tight outfits. While I readily admit to happily ogling Jeri Ryan, I also readily admit, it wasn’t the most, um, progressive aspect of the show.

Ditto for Jolene Blalock on Star Trek: Enterprise. Let’s face it: her outfit was not exactly logical, unless she was trying to distract a slow-witted, emotional human male like myself. I argued with a girlfriend once, who was defending 7 of 9’s and T’Pol’s skimpy outfits by saying that as a Borg (former Borg? Borg, retired?) or a Vulcan, they weren’t subject to human cultural hang-ups, and that unless it were a matter of physical comfort or protection, likely wouldn’t bother wearing any clothes at all.

I, of course, would have been in favor of this; had I been Voyager’s captain, there would have been standing orders to keep the bridge thermostat at about 35 degrees C (that’s about 95 degrees F for you Luddites out there). But that argument doesn’t stand up for our lovely Vulcan first officer. My non-nerd girlfriend wasn’t aware (as you no doubt are, if you are still reading at this point) that Vulcans come from a hot, dry desert planet, one that is very hot by human standards. So, ostensibly, the interior of the Enterprise, set for human comfort, would feel cold and clammy to T’Pol, who logically would more likely be wearing an anorak than her usual attire, which was about one polyester molecule thick. Nevertheless, having acknowledged this inherent Trek sexism (Trekism?), she sure was very pleasant to look at. And that short hair … oh my. That would be another standing order.

This reminds me: I still can’t think about Jeri Ryan without remembering how it came out in the divorce proceedings between her and now-former U.S. Congressman Jack Ryan that he frequently tried to drag her to sex clubs and cajole her into having sex with him in front of strangers, or having sex with strangers in front of him, or some such freakishness. Can’t help but think: “um dude? Jack, ole buddy … WTF? I’ve been accused of being pretty kinky myself, but damn, dude, you were married to Jeri Ryan. You snuggled up next to 7 of 9 when you turned out the lights at night. Jeez, wasn’t that enough for ya? You just had to get greedy, huh? Idiot.”

Wow, we are pigs; a pretty sorry lot on the whole I guess :p I always assumed that science fiction, cons and so forth would be bastions of feminism; at least a safe harbor of open-minded individuals. I guess not.

And speaking of supposedly feminist shows that actually are not so much, I’m off to watch a rerun of the L-Word before bed … oh, Shane … hurt me.

Book Review: A Tip on the Tiptree Bio

Julie Phillips’ Biography: James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon

Julie Phillips' James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. SheldonWriting a nonfiction book and making it both interesting and entertaining is not always easy to do. Writing an in-depth biography on a relatively obscure author and making it interesting and entertaining to read over the course of the entire book, all while squeezing in historical lessons on the feminist movement and gender roles, is certainly even more challenging.

But author Julie Phillips proves adept at doing just this with her biography on science fiction author Alice B. Sheldon.  James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon is an exhaustive look at Tiptree’s  life, illustrating that she is one of the more fascinating characters in the pantheon of oddballs known as science fiction authors (and I say oddballs as term of love and endearment). By all rights, this book should be the literary equivalent of watching paint dry: a book about someone who writes written by a journalist by profession.

But in fact, Phillips’ book proves hard to put down. While this is largely because of her subject matter, it is also in no small part because of Phillips’ writing. Throughout her linear portrayal of Sheldon’s life story (another reason this book should be boring), Phillips sprinkles her text with context and insight, both her own and that of Sheldon’s contemporaries, those who knew her as the colorful figure she was in life, and those that knew her only through her correspondence as a reclusive science fiction writer James Tiptree, Jr., her nom de plume.

But at no point does the book ever get bogged down in either biographical or contextual detail. Again, that is partly because of the interesting subject matter; Sheldon had a colorful outer life by anyone’s standards, as well as a dark and troubled inner life. As others have noted, including one of my favorite contemporary science fiction authors, William Gibson, this is an exhaustive and entertaining biography that Sheldon surely deserves.

Even if one is not interested in science fiction and has never heard of Sheldon/Tiptree, Phillips’ book may still be a fascinating read, as it details the life of a woman from the Greatest Generation. Sheldon actually enlisted – to the extent that women could – in the U.S. military in WW II, and later worked in intelligence, specializing in photographic interpretation, and later worked briefly for what became the CIA.

As such, Sheldon was a first-hand witness to the social changes that occurred in women’s roles in our culture, from the first tentative steps of the feminist movement before and during WW II to the social upheavals that occurred in the 1960s and 1970s. Sheldon’s life, and one could say her psyche, straddled this pivotal point in modern history, and her writing reflected this. In fact, many of the feminist science fiction authors that were Sheldon’s contemporaries – science fiction was a bastion of feminist fiction at the time, and a front for gender battles, as Phillips details – hailed Tiptree as a man who “got” feminism and women, as Phillips illustrates. Her subsequent exploration into why Sheldon felt more comfortable writing with a male persona in Tiptree is fascinating, to say the least, and provides an insight into that time in American culture that I doubt most history texts provide.

Even Geeks Can Be Sexist Swine

Tiptree bio author and journalist Julie PhillipsI personally found Phillips’ book fascinating, because for me, it’s really hard to understand bigotry in general and sexism in particular. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not some ultra politically correct do-gooder idiot; it just genuinely mystifies me.

One reason for this is, I suppose, the fact that I’m a guy, and as such, I’m not routinely subject to sexism. But my father has told me that he made it a point to raise my siblings and I to be as open minded as possible (I should note that he and my mother are both from the same generation as Tiptree, albeit slightly younger, but my father also served in WW II). I guess he succeeded.

But then when I was 10 years old my father suffered a heart attack, and took early retirement. My mother went to work and dad became the house husband, taking over the bulk of the domestic chores (yes, he once even turned all my adolescent tidy whities pink). This experience has no doubt something to do with my outlook as well.

In any event, as a sci-fi geek from an early age, I read all the classics as a kid – Clarke, Asimov, and so forth, and later, in high school, getting into Heinlein (adolescent boys probably shouldn’t read Heinlein, come to think of it) and some of the harder sci-fi, as well as the space opera type stuff – my fellow Gen Xers and I were raised on Star Wars, after all.

It was in college that I began to discover some of the women authors that were Tiptree’s contemporaries, such as Ursula K. LeGuin and later Joanna Russ and Marge Piercy – as well as Tiptree himself … er, herself. I originally sought out Tiptree after reading about the woman author with the male pen name who killed her husband and then killed herself in 1987, the year I graduated high school. I encountered some of these authors in a women studies class and in an English class that concentrated on women authors (I have to come clean here: while one reason I took these classes was genuine interest, the fact that they fit in my schedule and tended to be inhabited by all manner of interesting and attractive alternachicks factored into my decision).

What I didn’t know and didn’t learn – until I read Phillips’ book, and it surprised me – was that women writing science fiction was such a hot button topic in the sci-fi community itself in the 1970s; apparently there were many (men, of course) who thought that women couldn’t write “real” or “hard” science fiction. Ironically, some of these same people also thought that Tiptree was most definitely male – Tiptree’s gender and true identity were a frequent hot topic of discussion within the sci-fi community, as Phillips portrays.

The idea that women can’t write real science fiction merely because of their biology is of course complete rubbish, as evidenced by the aforementioned authors’ work, and many others — Rebecca Ore (Rebecca B. Brown), A.C. Crispin, Ann McCaffrey come to mind off the top of my head. As for the ability of women to grasp and write hard science fiction, Sheldon herself was playing around with hard science in her writing; her stories exhibited characteristics of hard sci-fi even before the term had come into vogue.

She was certainly aware of orbital mechanics, and the problems introduced by traveling at or near the speed of light (such as the relative passage of time between a spaceship and its planet of departure – obviously she had read up on Einstein). There were no shipstones or warp engines for Sheldon’s spaceships; her space-going vehicles also depended on rotation to simulate gravity – no “artificial” gravity on her spaceships, either. So the fact that many of the very names I had cherished in the sci fi pantheon of authors, the people men that were so forward looking, were saying that women couldn’t write sci-fi – that was news to me.

I was aware of course that women authors in general had fought an uphill battle against sexism over the years; Sheldon was hardly the first female author to secretly publish under a male pseudonym. And I had read some militantly feminist science fiction over the years. But until having read Phillips’ book, I guess I thought that science fiction would have been one genre where sexism wouldn’t have been an issue.

After all, us sci-fi geeks, we understand what it’s like to feel alienated and judged not on our own merits but on people’s preconceived notions; we should know better than to subscribe to sexism or any other sort of bigotry; that just reeks of hypocrisy. But Alice Sheldon’s life, particularly after James Tiptree, Jr. was “outed,” is a mountain of evidence to the contrary.

Alice B. Sheldon aka James Tiptree, Jr.Fortunately for us, Phillips presents that mountain of evidence in an entertaining and at times fascinating package. While one can’t help but wonder what Sheldon would have written had she not killed herself in 1987 at age 71, or what she might have written had she been born later, say in the 1950s or 1960s, she nevertheless leaves behind a wonderful body of work that, like all science fiction, is not a reflection of the future but of the times in which it was written.

With Julie Phillips’ James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon, she also gets a fitting epitaph, and we readers get an excellent lesson in literature and modern history.

Here is an NPR interview with Julie Phillips regarding Tiptree and the biography.