Reviews, interviews and articles by and with Paul

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  • Dear Halls Cough Drops April 30, 2016
    I’ve had a wretched cold for the last week and a half, during which I ingested about a pound of cough drops.  When I surfaced, a few days ago, I noticed that Halls cough drops puts little uplifting mottos on their wrappers: “Take charge and mean it.” “Bet on yourself.”  “Get back in the game.”  “Power through.”Dear Halls:I am lying on the couch, trying to work up the energy to open a bag of your cough drops.  If I were not exhausted, and coughing my lungs out, your mottos might make some sense to me.  Might I suggest slogans more in keeping with your clientele?  Something like “Don’t worry about that deadline.”  “Go back to sleep.”  “You can take Nyquil during the day too, you know.”Yours sincerely,Lisa
  • New Review at LOCUS ONLINE April 29, 2016
    What's up with a hot new horror novel?http://www.locusmag.com/Reviews/2016/04/paul-di-filippo-reviews-thomas-olde-heuvelt/
  • Review of a DiFi Story April 26, 2016
    Very happy with this review by Charles Payseur of my recent story BACKUP MAN.There is something nearly refreshing about finding a story here that's just rather unashamedly fast times with future guns and genetically modified soldiers. Lingo and flashy, punky descriptions give this story a movement, a speed that's nicely done and keeps things running from beginning to end, not letting up until the curtain downs on a stage littered with dead bodies. The main character is and definitely is not Drew Prosnitz, a thief who successfully foiled a contest to resettle a huge stretch of North America left vacant for many years because of ecological catastrophe. The setting is vividly drawn, a nice mix of humans, androids, modified people, and sentient "moldies." It's a strange mix and the action of the piece is hyperviolent and fast. Everything happens with a rush of implications and not-Prosnitz does a great job of keeping things mysterious enough to keep the strange band he joins guessing as to his true nature and not giving too much away to the reader as well. This does seem to fall into a larger story, a larger setting, but it stands on its own fairly well, an entertaining smash and grab with some sweeping looks at a future that has seen some messed up shit. And in any event it's rather light and fun and teases a lot that is probably explored elsewhere. Another fine read!http://quicksipreviews.blogspot.com/2016/04/quick-sips-terraform-april-2016.html
  • New Review at LOCUS ONLINE April 21, 2016
    I take a look at a new space opera:http://www.locusmag.com/Reviews/2016/04/paul-di-filippo-reviews-alex-stewart/
  • And The New Yorker Annoys Me Again April 18, 2016
    Clive James has a review of Game of Thrones in this week’s New Yorker, and it’s … about what you’d expect.  He starts by mentioning that he doesn’t enjoy stories with either dragons or swords, which is a bit like beginning a review of an Italian restaurant by saying you don’t like cheese or tomatoes.  He then goes on to give his opinion of the show’s viewers: “The Seven Kingdoms are divided into nine regions, with a logic that will be familiar to all fans of fantasy, and even to a few normal people.”  (I immediately sent this bit to Dave Langford’s Ansible for his running series “As Others See Us,” signing it “From one abnormal person to another.”)He also dislikes the sections featuring the Dothrakis — “Drogo wastes away and dies, perhaps from boredom” — and the Night Watch — “[T]he level of tedium is very high…”  I would have liked some solid critiques of these sections, some hint of why James doesn’t like them, but we’re simply told that they’re not to his taste.Two and a half pages in he finally stops trying to be clever and gets to his point, which is that “All the action that matters takes place in… King’s Landing.”  Here is where you are plunged into a place where “the law has not yet formed,” where “there is no state except the lawless interplay of violent power.”  He admires what the showrunners do with Ned, how they cleverly subvert movie cliche.  Weirdly, though, he doesn’t seem to understand (or if he understands it doesn’t seem to matter) that it was George R. R. Martin, not the show’s writers, who was responsible for the subversions he likes.  He says only that “[T]he showrunners … have kept [Martin] close throughout the enterprise” — but isn’t it more the case that Martin has kept the showrunners close to his vision?James reserves his highest praise for Charles Dance’s Tywin and Peter Dinklage’s Tyrion.  It’s hard to argue with this: they’re both great roles, played by great actors.  But even in his praise he shows his limitations.  He enjoys discussions about power, what it takes to get it, to wield it, to lose it, but he entirely misses the rest of the show’s pleasures.For example, he gets Arya Stark’s role completely wrong.  “Clearly, the main thing keeping her alive was the showrunners’ determination to fascinate us with the process of her maturation,” he says.  But Arya is in a very dark place in both the show and the novels: she has ended up at a school for assassins and is learning how to kill dispassionately, and she has also started to give free rein to her revenge fantasies.  Is this really maturation?  James, despite his enjoyment of the way Game of Thrones subverts expectations, is still expecting Arya to fulfill the destiny of a feisty princess, while I think Martin is going to break our hearts with her story.In one of the weirdest parts of this review James compares Martin’s writing to that of Dan Brown.  Brown, though, is one of the worst prose stylists ever.  You can see this in the first sentence of The Da Vinci Code, one of the most justly ridiculed passages in all of literature: “Renowned curator Jacques Sauniere staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum’s Grand Gallery.”   The author should be hooking you into the action here, making you wonder what happened to poor Jacques and why he’s staggering through the museum, and yet for some reason this is the moment when Brown decides to tell you what Sauniere’s profession is and how well he’s doing in it.Martin, on the other hand, is a terrific story-teller.  His descriptions are immediate, vivid, and his characters, even the bit players, are well rounded.  At times his writing rises to the level of the epic, the language of fantasy.  He has, it’s true, begun to maunder a bit in the latest books, but he still manages to keep the reader engaged, desperate to know what’s coming next.Fantasy and lit-fic are different things, and should be read differently.  James, in his review, approaches GoT as if it’s realistic fiction, praising it for its realpolitik and dismissing the fantasy elements.  Which is fine — everyone’s different, after all.  What’s not fine is when a major magazine reviews one of these things with the tools of the other.
  • New Review at the B&NR April 13, 2016
    Here's a look at two comedic fantasy novels:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/review/dreaming-in-laughter-new-comic-fantasy

The Weird Universe explores a human and natural cosmos that is not only stranger than we imagine, but stranger than we can imagine. The usual suspects are Paul Di Filippo; Alex Boese, curator of the Museum of Hoaxes; and Chuck Shepherd, purveyor of News of the Weird.

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  • The Town That Waves
    1941: Reasoning that "we don't have much to show sightseers here," the residents of Sayre, Oklahoma found a different way to attract visitors. They all waved at tourists. The Gettysburg Times - Oct 1, 1941
  • Mystery Illustration 19
    What product was this extremely funky individual advertising? The answer is here.
  • Insure It
    Nick Hawk from the reality series Gigolos has insured his penis for $1 million dollars. I have heard of dancers insuring their legs and even sports professionals insuring various parts depending on what game and position they play. But usually those people are famous and talented. To be fair this show has been on for 6 years so Nick must be some what famous in certain circles. Hope the guy never has to collect though.
  • LifeSkills Pod
    Barclays Bank in the UK has created a "LifeSkills Pod" which it explains is a "futuristic work experience simulator" that mirrors "real-world work scenarios." Pods will be installed in various schools so that young people can sit in the pod and "build the skills needed in the workplace."
  • Hoesy Corona at Labbodies
    LABBODIES: the pretentious gift that keeps on giving!
  • Small But Mighty
    Watch this little bee pull a long nail out of brick. Pretty impressive, I doubt I could have removed it with a claw hammer and pliers!

by Charlie Dickinson

(Originally published online on Dec 8, 1998)

Irrepressible humor, a stand-back imagination, a wondrous facility and control of the English language are qualities often assigned to science fiction writer Paul Di Filippo. Native to Providence, Rhode Island, Di Filippo, along with others of his generation, reinvigorated SF storytelling with a cyberpunk ethos during the 1980s (an early Di Filippo story, “Stone Lives,” appears in the definitive cyberpunk anthology, Mirrorshades).

By 1995, Di Filippo had published nearly 100 short stories when a three-novella volume, The Steampunk Trilogy, came out. Never one to give his imagination a rest, Di Filippo took the cyberpunk attitude back to Victorian times.

Subsequent books were two story collections: biotech-themed Ribofunk (1996), and Fractal Paisleys (1997) with the SFWA Nebula award-winner, “Lennon Spex,” and a novel: Ciphers: A Post-Shannon Rock-n-Roll Mystery (1997).

Di Filippo’s most recent release is Lost Pages (1998). Although paying homage to a number of modern writers, Lost Pages lets the reader consider some very alternate realities: What if novelist Franz Kafka worked a day job as a columnist for health-faddist and publishing magnate Bernarr Macfadden and moonlighted as a superhero? And that’s only the first of nine stories.

Savoy’s Charlie Dickinson caught up with Paul in cyberspace to pose the 20 Questions.

1

Your short story “Anne,” included in Lost Pages, is a great, imaginative read. You take the Holocaust icon and let her escape from Holland to Hollywood. Any trouble publishing this story?

My record-keeping for the submission of “Anne” indicates that it journeyed to a mere four recalcitrant editors before finding a home with the munificent and perspicacious Scott Edelman in the first issue of Science Fiction Age. I must have had high hopes for mainstream acceptance, since the first two zines I tried were Playboy and Esquire. Only the response of Alice Turner at Playboy sticks in my memory. She accused me of dishonoring the memory of Anne Frank in a particularly scandalous and trivial way. My written response to her: “When I play God, Anne Frank gets another fifty years of life.”

2

“Anne” seems a pretty obvious collision between Jewish moral earnestness and your quite valid postmodern esthetics. Can we have both, ethics and esthetics, and not have one trump the other?

I always like to keep in mind a quote from the work of Thomas Pynchon that one member of the online Pynchon list uses as his signature sign-off: “Keep cool, but care.” I think that one line puts the whole esthetics/ethics rivalry in perspective. The Buddhist goal of wise compassion does the same: wisdom, the intellect, balanced with heart. If it’s possible to be some weird mix of Flaubert and Gandhi, that’s my goal.

3

Without doubt, Lost Pages pays homage to some twentieth-century writers that matter to you. They’re the protagonists in your stories. We’re seeing more historical figures in contemporary fiction. I’ve read T. Coraghessan Boyle sits down with original source materials to compost his fictive imagination. What was your approach with Lost Pages?

The stories in Lost Pages quickly proved to me what SF writer Howard Waldrop had already ruefully discovered: it’s possible to devote an elephant’s worth of research time to produce a mouse of a story. (A very witty and charming mouse, to be sure.) To me, employing a writer as a protagonist involves becoming intimately familiar with his work and his life, as well as the era in which he or she flourished. Obviously, this is a potentially infinite amount of research. In many cases I fudged, garnering just enough details to convey a larger authoritativeness. I had wanted to do an original story for the volume, one in which D. H. Lawrence lived to randy old age and became the dictator of a sex-based, Dionysian U.S. government, but felt daunted by the amount of reading that would have demanded. Maybe when I reach my own hypothetical old age, I’ll buckle down and write that one!

4

One story I especially loved in Lost Pages was “The Happy Valley at the End of the World,” where Antonie de Saint-Exupery meets Beryl Markham. How did that story take off?

The kernel for my Saint-Exupery story was actually reading the script of Wells’ Things to Come. I began conjecturing how in reality the airmen Wells was relying on as saviors of humanity were really a raffish, selfish lot, and probably wouldn’t have gone along with his plans at all. From there, it was a simple matter of choosing the two standout aviators of their time as protagonists. I avoided Lindbergh, since one of my rules of writing is to focus on the secondary or lesser-known personages of history. They offer so much more in the way of fresh tales!

5

You’re having a My Dinner with Andre evening with one famous, or infamous, living person. Whom and why?

I think I’d like to sit down with Neil Young and find out his secret of not growing old.

6

Reading about your formative years in the Contemporary Authors Autobiography Series, I was struck by one defining moment for you at age eighteen. You’d graduated from high school in Providence and you’d spent the summer working at a tough physical job in a spinning mill. While your former classmates were off to college, you took your savings, packed typewriter and a small book collection, and were off for Hawaii. You were a writer. Okay, once there, you didn’t write your first publishable story. Nonetheless, how did this experience change you?

Striking out on my own at age 17 proved to me one indelible truth: I wasn’t a prodigy. The science fiction field is famous for its brilliant youngsters. Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov, Samuel Delany, Michael Moorcock. I think I had some notion back then that I was one of them, and that stint proved that I surely lacked the chops at such an early age to follow in the footsteps of these teen geniuses. My path would not be identical to theirs.

7

Now, flash forward a few years. You’re almost twenty-two and boom! you’ve set up housekeeping with your life’s companion, Deborah, and you’ve sold your first story. Two decision biggies — whom to live with, what to do for a living — that plague many people through their twenties, and beyond. Do you feel your early focus and decisiveness gave you more time to produce what many consider a respectable body of work by someone who’s not that far into his forties?

As mildly disillusioning as my first foray into the dedicated creative lifestyle was, it had a paradoxical confirming effect. This was what I wanted to do, but I just wasn’t ready yet. So a few years later, making certain major decisions once and for all did indeed free my energies to flow into a channel that had been at least shallowly scraped in the sands of Hawaii five years in the past. Richard Feynman’s famous anecdote about deciding to eat only chocolate pudding for dessert for the rest of his life in order to free up a few decision-making neurons for more important matters has always resonated with me.

8

Your writing has loads of humor and none of the neurotic drearies. So if you don’t write as therapy, why do you write?

Writing humor has always come naturally to me, although in times of personal crisis the stories do emerge somewhat grimmer. Consider “Mama Told Me Not to Come” in Fractal Paisleys, which begins with the narrator’s attempted suicide. In any case, I think I write for the same reason many writers do: to replicate through my own prose some golden hour of reading of my youth. Haven’t quite done it yet, though!

9

Public imagination thrives on the idea of SF visionaries like Verne whose boldly speculative worlds come true decades later. Power of the imagination aside, I suspect you read loads of articles about biotech, cybernetics, nanotechnology, and such. Care to comment on how you go mining for SF ideas?

I keep abreast of science mainly through journals for the self-educated lay person such as Scientific American, and through pop-sci books. Although some writers such as Fred Pohl and Bruce Sterling delve into esoteric professional journals and visit actual labs, I find that most of the time I can get enough insight into up-and-coming trends and gadgets and waves of paradigm-shifting through standard sources. What counts in making a fun story is the twist. Given transgenic animals, for instance, will you find them waiting on you at your local McDonald’s, or being illegally served on a bun at some black-market dive? Or both?

10

Here’s a question we ask everyone: What are you reading now? Why did you pick it?

As a full-time reviewer, I read so much that this question would have a different answer almost every hour! [Could Savoy agree to refresh these lines accordingly? (Grin.)] This morning, however, I picked up something very different: a work in manuscript, sent to me by Jonathan Lethem. Titled Doofus Voodoo, it’s written by a friend of Lethem’s named Tom Clark, and so far has managed to intrigue me. Clark is a poet, and his weird tale seems on a par with something like Steve Aylett’s Slaughtermatic, another fine book I commend to one and all.

11

You still write on a Commodore 128?

My Commodore, alas, has been put out to pasture. In line with Bruce Sterling’s Dead Media Project, an ongoing chronicle of obsolescence, I now maintain the faithful C128 as a shrine, and keep electric incense perpetually aglow before this fine old piece of hardware on which I wrote five novels and scores of stories.

12

So I take it you don’t do Windows?

[Editor’s note: Paul opted for a Mac.]

Five hundred years from now, Bill Gates will have entered the ranks of the minor deities. Whether as Zeus or Lucifer remains to be seen!

13

Your favorite pizza and where?

This important question deserves a three-part answer: a) any pizza purchased in Italy, because I’d have to be in Italy to eat it; b) Deborah’s caramelized onion-and-garlic white pizza on homemade wheat dough; c) Caserta’s on Federal Hill in Providence.

14

Anyone who has read your novel Ciphers: A Post-Shannon Rock-n-Roll Mystery realizes that your R & R knowledge is both encyclopedic and reverent. You’re on a desert island and have an entertainment choice. Either the CDs or the videos go. Which will it be and why?

I doubt I’ve watched more than two hours’ worth of videos since the birth of MTV, and that amount’s been in ten-second snatches. Videos are to music as film adaptations are to novels. No contest here on which to dump!

15

Tell us about “pronoia.”

Pronoia is the irrational belief that someone somewhere is trying to do you good. Whether this belief is as harmful to one’s mental well-being as paranoia, and whether the notion of someone trying to do you “good” is a scarier prospect than that of someone trying to harm you, both remain unanswered questions.

16

What bumper sticker(s) is on your car, or what would you compose to tell other motorists what’s on your mind?

Our 1981 Cressida sports a colorful “Free Tibet” injunction and also one of those black-rimmed, white oval place-abbreviation stickers, in this case “BI”. The latter stands for Block Island, a beautiful resort we love to visit, although its shady alternate meanings tend to raise motorist eyebrows.

17

One of the things you’ve done to survive as a fiction writer was a stint at the refreshment counter in a stag movie house. You gain any special understanding of human nature from this work? Any of it of value in writing stories?

I learned that it’s possible for the average person (not the actors and actresses on-screen, but the owners of the theater) to utterly divorce their feelings about the product they peddle from the paycheck it delivers. A useful marketplace reminder of how anyone can slide into becoming a merchant of the dubiously valuable, and a lesson every writer should keep uppermost in mind.

18

You’ve also had a gig writing computer code and with your SF eye on the future, what’s your best guess on how the Y2K Millennial Bug is going to play out? You stocking up the wine cellar, you ready to plant potatoes in the backyard?

I wrote in COBOL plenty of Y2K code, and am indelibly grateful I am not now in charge of cleaning the mess up. But I will take the absurdist stance that dealing with the Y2K glitch will boost the global economy into new stratospheric levels, as businesses are forced to invest in up-to-date hardware and software and modernize their procedures. Already, Y2K has earned millions of dollars for consultants and old hackers.

19

About a year ago, in doing its annual roundup of hot books for ‘98, Publisher’s Weekly discussed at length Fractal Paisleys, your previous short story collection. The reviewer said you deserved to be better known, but your primary work in the short story form kept you from reaching a wider audience. What’s on tap in the way of novels?

My first novel, Ciphers, has received some encouraging reviews that allow me to believe readers might be ready for more. In Spring 1999, Cambrian Publications will release a picaresque comedy — no fantasy or speculative elements! — titled Joe’s Liver. And a manuscript titled Fuzzy Dice is currently seeking a home. That one’s a Ruckeresque romp across dimensions. But I’ve yet to choose what longer project surfaces next from a pool of several new ideas.

20

You ever entertain the notion that it’s time to move on to a bigger state than Rhode Island?

Wasn’t it William Blake who urged us “to see Texas entire in ev’ry minuscule Rhode Island”? Something like that keeps me here in the land of my birth, happy and productive, and like all good Yankees I say, “Don’t fix what ain’t broke!”