Thoughts on Steampunk

Steampunk is one of those underground genres, it’s like cyberpunk in the early 80’s before Gibson came along and made it mainstream with Neuromancer. It is basically the same ideas as cyberpunk as well except instead of looking into the near dystopic future, it gazes longingly on a a past that never happened. Steampunk is revival Victorian Science fiction, it’s the world of Verne and Wells but with 20/20 hindsight. It’s how luddites wished the future would have happened as opposed to how it did, it’s capping technology with steam engines and early electrick works… It’s very much in its infancy a genre still trying to find its way.

I’ve taken somewhat of a liking to it, I’ve been reading articles on, short stories in it, submerge myself in it on occasions. I haven’t been able to write anything though that could be construed as belonging to the genre… A few times I thought I had something, but no, I worry that the confines of the genre are too limiting for good storytelling. All pieces of the genre I’ve read have been poor things or have reached outside the genre to legitimize themselves (if you can call what some of them have done legitimizing).

If you’re curios to know more just Google the word or you could check out Steampunk Magazine, and e-zine that is specializing in the genre. Brass Goggles is a blog that concerns itself solely with the genre as well. So there you go, knock yourself out

Ruminations on Ashputtle

One of the books I bought at the used bookstore in Eugene, OR was a collection of the Brother Grimm’s fairy tales. I’ve been flipping through the pages randomly looking for fodder and boy is there a lot of it. Either living in the 18 century was much more surreal than it is in the 21st, or the Brothers Grimm knew some sick fucks. Take for instance that most famous of disneyfied story, Cinderella, except her name isn’t Cinderella, which at least sounds pretty, and really what 5 year old, No, what grown person raised in a first world country knows what a cinder is? So you can ignore where her name comes from. The “ella” adds a little sophistication to the name. Ashputtle though? Nothing attractive about that name, I can’t think of a worse name than Ashputtle, Ingrid and Gretchen are pretty bad, but Ashputtle? Worse name ever!

So the story starts with a rich man’s wife dying. The dying mother tells her daughter that she should pray to God for anything she might need and He and herself would watch over the girl. We never learn her real name. The rich man remarries, having a nice wife must have been really boring because he married a crazy bitch. Who of course had two daughters who also happen to be crazy. Crazy is just the beginning though, all three of these women are also vindictive, shallow, spiteful, on and on. The two ugly girls in the Disney movie don’t come close to what these two were. Worse than this though is the apathetic father, who does nothing to protect his first daughter?! Where is this man? When his daughter is forced to pick food out of the ash in front of the fireplace, and then forced to sleep there and wear the same clothes over and over? The man is pretty much a non-event. I guess it is true that Men will do anything for a little tail… Sigh. He does provide a branch of the first tree he brushed against on one of his trips, which Ashputtle takes and plants on her mothers graves. She waters the branch with her tears and it grows into a tree, which she visits everyday. The birds that live in her tree provide her with anything she wishes for. Which is nice I guess, too bad she never wishes to get out of her shitty life. Which just goes on and on… Until the prince of the realm holds a ball to find the most beautiful woman in the land, who will become his wife, because this is how royalty finds its next member… Do you see any beautiful people in the House of Windsor? Of course not, because every royal is inbred. Their the human equivalent of show bred dogs, and about as clever which is apparently why they’re all still swimming in the same stinking, shallow genetic pool, common blood would corrupt it. It is nice to see that someone besides fundamentalist Christians are sticking to obsolete ideas… That is a completely different subject though, back to the folktale.

The Prince throws a ball, the step sisters get Mommy and Daddy to spend ridiculous amounts of money on them so that they can impress his Highness. Ashputtle though can’t go because she looks like a extras reject from a made for television Dickens’ drama. Lucky for us readers Step-Mom is crazy and though she has no intention of letting Ashputtle go, for all she knows they Prince has some sort of dirty slave girl fetish, she pretends that if Ashputtle can complete impossible tasks she may go. So she dumps bags of dried lentils on the floor and tells her she has to pick them all up. Then the stepmother disappears confident that there is no possible way her step daughter can collect them all, having all the confidence of a James Bond super villian. Ashputtle has the birds clean up the mess and takes it back to her step-mom, who now dumps two bags and tells her to clean up, again she leaves?! Again the birds save the day, again Ashputtle is hot down. Then everyone goes off to the ball leaving Ashputtle at home. Ashputtle goes to her tree and cries and through the magic of trees that grow on your mother’s grave, a beautiful dress and fancy shoes fall down and she goes off to the ball, where she has a grand time and makes the prince fall in love with her, it gets late, Ashputtle wants to go home so she runs away. Prince follows but loses her, this whole thing repeats itself two nights in a row, each time Ashputtle gets a fancier get-up, each time she escapes, the third night Ashputtle loses one of her shoes because the stairs were covered in pitch. The prince shows up at the house of Ashputtle, cause he knows she lives there, he followed her twice to it before she disappeared…

At the house he tells the Mother and Father that he is going to marry one of their daughters if the shoe fits, which is gold by the way not glass (both being equally ridiculous as choices for cobblers). The eldest step sister tries it on first, and you know it doesn’t fit, what you don’t know is that crazy step mother tells her own flesh blood to cut her toe off?! “You won’t need to walk when you’re queen”. So she does?! I don’t care how much I love my mother I’m not cutting myself just because she told me so, even if I do get to be queen! (Don’t read in to that statement). So now the shoe “fits”, the prince takes the girl away to the palace but on the way those birds tell the Prince to look at the his bride to be’s foot. He sees the blood and turns around. Wash rinse repeat with the younger step-sis, except cut your heel of this time. Now the prince wants to know who is left, no one the father says and now I’m quoting from the actual text, “There’s only a puny little kitchen drudge that my dead wife left me. She couldn’t possibly be the bride.” Again, give this man Father of the Year award!

So the Prince and Ashputtle get married, and the step-sisters get their eyes picked out by birds at the wedding, beautiful. I love how at the end the story tries to teach a lesson, their eyes were picked out for being false and wicked… Nothing is said about the step-mother and father, so I guess being piss-ass poor parents is okay, in fact it should probably be rewarded. Just don’t try to cash in on your step-sister becoming Queen after you were mean to her, cause then you lose your eyes. Recap: shitty, scarring, permanently damaging parenting is okay. Trying to much of of the in-laws eyes PECKED OUT BY BIRDS!!

Gotta say I love that message.

A Return

So, I’ve been bad. I know the 3(?) of you who read this don’t really mind if I can’t update this thing daily, somehow you find a way to struggle on. Big things are coming though. I have a little report to do of my trip to Oregon (with pictures) which will include my experiences inside a great second hand book store in Eugene. I submitted my review of Mainspring to Steampunk Magazine but have not heard back from them… If I never do and it isn’t included in the third issue I’ll post it here. The short version is you can skip it, if you need details stay tuned. If you must have something to read pick up the Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, its author won the Pulitzer for a good reason. Right now I’m in the middle of A.J. Jacobs’ Year of Living Biblically, which isn’t out yet and is somewhat humorous now. I’m hoping it picks up a little. Jacobs’ wrote The Know-It-All (I’m not linking that as I’m not reading it, you have all the information you need to find it yourself). I’ve also just begun Friar Diego de Landa’s Yucatan: Before and After the Conquest, one of the few contemporary resources we have on Mayan beliefs and practices before the Spanish tried to destroy their culture. I know that Proust and Pullman keep getting pushed down and I feel bad about it, but what can I do? I only have so much time with which to read and my varied interests keep me bouncing around.

One of the books I picked up from the used book store was a collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. These are the unedited, pre-disneyified ones. I am sure I can mine that for a few good postings. Other things going on, and I have to come up with some sort of novel idea as NaNoWriMo is coming up soon, too soon. This year I really want to give it a try and put some effort into it. I also have a great idea for ScriptFrenzy, but it appears I missed it this year, that is good. It’ll give my idea some time to simmer. I’ll share the promotional voice-over from the movie preview with you though; “In the future, war will be fought, in the past”! So good I know. I amaze even myself, sometimes. That is enough rambling, real content to follow soon (fingers crossed)

You’re my brown (blue) eyed girl

On Reading…

I finished Chabon’s book, the Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, it won him the Pulitzer prize. I don’t deny that the writing is good, his prose kept me reading through the book, no matter how surreal it gets in parts. I don’t know what about his writing though makes it Pulitzer prize worthy, what is the mission of the committee that decides who wins and who loses? What must a piece of literature possess in order for it to be considered? What does it have that sets it above its contemporaries? I don’t know, though I suspect I have read better pieces of fiction by authors who have never won the prestigious award. This says one of two things, either the award is not all it is presented to be, or my opinion is not very educated. I’d like to think that it’s the former though I suspect my friends and family would look to the latter. I took the book off of the list to the right and added in a new one, which through the mysterious alchemy of my decision making process jumped ahead of every other book to end up in my lap right now. It’s a small one though so I expect to be reading the Sixth Extinction very soon.

I finished the review I have for Steampunk Magazine and submitted it. I’m hoping when I check my e-mail tomorrow there’ll be something in there from the editors… Something good. I’ve also signed up for my GREs I’ll be taking the test on September 25…

Well, I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray
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