Well, Readercon is over, and my annual hang-out-with-pals-after-Readercon is also over…
Cool things from Readercon:
A reading by Ellen Kushner, from the next season of the serialized multi-author novel, Tremontaine.
Here’s a nifty trailer for the series:
The reading was followed by Ellen’s Kaffeeklatsch — which included as a treat, a guest appearence by Ada Palmer, singing her famous (in fandom) song, “Somebody Will,” which always makes me cry.
Also, I attended a reading by Delia Sherman, from her upcoming YA novel, The Evil Wizard Smallbone. I’ve heard bits of the book before, and it’s always a delight. Delia has such a graceful hand with tales of magic.Also: a reading by Jo Walton, from her work in progress, Poor Relations, which I enjoyed immensely. By laughing a lot. It was that kind of book, and she read it with vim! (You can’t buy it yet — but the final volume of her Thessaly series, Necessity, is just out this week. )
And finally, a reading by one of Readercon’s guests of honor, Catherynne Valente, whose writing you know I love. I can’t recall the title — it was a work in progress, I think — but it was dark and rich and grim and lovely. (There’s an excerpt from it in the Readercon program, which I have at home where I am not, and not in my office, where I am.)
Hm. I seem only to have attended readings by women this time! Not by intention: Daryl Gregory was listed on the original program, but left off of the updated one. Apparently he could not attend after all. Alas. I do love hearing him read.
I didn’t go to many, but it seemed to me that each one I attended (and the one I was on), rather quickly turned away from books, and toward TV shows and movies as examples of whatever subject was on hand for discussion.
And I found this disappointing. The thing about Readercon, the blessed thing about it, is that it has traditionally been focused on books. There’s no film track, no gaming, the dealer’s room sells nothing but books. In theory it’s supposed to stand in opposition other conventions, which more and more deal with movies, TV, gaming, and the fandom that surrounds them. Not that those aren’t wonderful things, and sources of real art — But Readercon has always been the exception to the trend. That was its charm, and its attraction.
But this time, not so much. I don’t know what to make of that.
As well as official convention events, there was plenty of meeting and re-meeting of friends, always a glad thing. (I’d detail more but… this is running rather long, and getting late. Perhaps I’ll expand on events in a later post?)
And after Readercon, as is traditional, I spent a few days with fellow authors Ann Tonsor Zeddies (aka Toni Anzetti, but not any more), and Geary Gravel. A splendid time was had by all, including much deep talk far into the night on the front porch, one reading of a work in progress, the inevitable champagne, many delicious meals, and walks around interesting places.
So. All that is over, I’m back home and unpacked, and my laundry is done, and I’m tucked into my office.
Next on the agenda: Ack! Worldcon in August. Preceded by a week in Chicago… Yikes, only two and a half weeks before all that.
Better get back to wrestling with the Muse. Who is a slippery gal, but I do believe I have a weight advantage, there.