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The Inferior 4+1 is a Livejournal community maintained by Paul, lizhand, Paul Witcover, lucius-t and ljgoldstein.

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  • Story Is Out! May 1, 2016
    Nightmare Magazine, with my story "Sawing," is live now.  Right now you have to subscribe to read it, but it will become available on May 18.I actually have something to say about this story, which isn't the case with some of them.  Sometimes I'll start a book or short story by smashing together subjects that seem interesting and seeing if they turn into something.  So, for example, with my novel Dark Cities Underground I put together children's books, subway systems, and Egyptian gods, and, much to my amazement, they gelled into a story.  I don't recommend this as a system for writing because it works about as often as it doesn't, which can be very frustrating.Anyway, the things I put together for "Sawing" were the Depression in the 1930s, live magic shows, and one other thing, which I can't mention because it's a spoiler.
  • 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?
  • 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!
  • New Review at LOCUS ONLINE April 21, 2016
    I take a look at a new space opera:
  • 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.

(Originally posted at The Inferior 4+1, November 25th 2012)

The year was 1965, and I was eleven years old and in love with THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. I had read the paperbacks that accompanied the series, and even subscribed to the digest magazine of the same name. So, naturally, I thought I could write my own adventure starring my heroes.

I laboriously typed up the tale, and bound it with cardboard and cellophane tape (now yellowed flakes). The first jpeg shows the little cover flap with blurb designed to lure readers into the tale.

I might have shown it to my best friend Stephen Antoniou, who was equally besotted with the show, but certainly it never passed through many hands. Almost fifty years old, it remains as my one and only foray into fanfic. My first “published” work?

If you click on the images, you can read some of the text, if you’re so inclined.