Plus: masks
I’ve successfully accomplished Readercon, or at least my part of it. The panel discussion on the phenomenon of the book size inflation was seriously excellent, with me,the lovely and talented Walter H. Hunt; the always-edifying Tom Easton; the multiply-skilled teacher/writer/reviewer Leigh Grossman; and the ever-remarkable and estimable Howard Waldrop.
Upshot? It’s caused by:
a) the fact that overworked editors rarely have the time to do much real editing these days, and do not always encourage authors to choose the one right word when a paragraph or two will accomplish the same thing
b) the phenomenon of the author who is so successful that whatever they write will sell, so why edit it at all?
c) changes in technology that make it easier and cheaper to print big fat books, so there’s little pressure not to do so
e) other changes in technology that make it easier for the author to get the words on the page quickly and painlessly (I’m talking word processors, here), so there’s more impulse to just keep on writing
f) still other changes in technology (talking E-books here), that make it just as easy to lug around a 1,000 page tome as it is to carry around a magazine,
And my personal favorite:
g) the desire or the reader to immerse in the imagined world, and stay there as long as possible, and return in subsequent volumes as often as possible, because it’s fun there and we like it.
All of these things operating simultaneously, see.
Other highlights:
My signing, where actual persons actually asked for my autograph, with entertaining conversation during the slow times with Alex Jablokov and the perennial Walter H Hunt, who were sharing the autograph table with me.
My Kaffeeklatsch, where two small klatsches were merged into one reasonable sized one, and I ended up sharing space, fans, and quips with some guy named — what was it again? Oh, yeah, Walter Hunt
After Readercon, it was off to my usual post-con gathering with Ann Tonsor Zeddies and Geary Gravel, where we discuss and examine art, life, humanity, technology, science, truth, beauty, fate, love, longing, literature, dogs, two-sided sticky tape, champagne, local restaurants, and the heat death of the universe. Plus: arts and crafts
Usually, we do collages. Like this one:
This time Ann had the brilliant idea of doing masks instead! After much struggling with the materials (we now know how to do it so it’ll be better next time) we came up with these:
Here they are closer, but not as clear as I hoped they’d come out. The titles (in hovertext) are my own, and if Ann & Geary disagree, they are free to correct me. If They Dare!
Ann’s:
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These are Geary’s:
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And my two:
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It was fun. Messy, but fun — I mean: Messy PLUS fun.
Many thanks to Geary (and Berry) for hosting the event.
July 24th, 2011 at 5:55 am
Sounds like a lovely time. I hope your batteries are recharged now. 🙂
By the way, I would love to be able to send a letter to Ann Tonsor Zeddies about what her books have meant to me. (Specifically: a great deal.) Is there an e-mail address cunningly concealed somewhere on her website? I would be grateful for any help you are willng and able to give.
July 25th, 2011 at 1:44 pm
Love the mask pictures! You’re right–the bird mask does incorporate a picture of Alex the parrot. Sad that he’s gone! He didn’t have a very long life for a parrot. I think about how we gave him some words, but wonder what price he paid for them. I wonder what his thoughts would have been if he’d lived in freedom. Possibly better for him though inaccessible to us. I feel for him because I feel that I, too, have carefully tamed myself and learned to communicate, but I’m not sure I really like it. ; )
My only caveat with calling the other mask an Aztec queen is that I wouldn’t want to commit cultural misappropriation. We all agreed that it did look kind of like a mummy with a golden mask on top of it, though. A mask over a mask . . . very appropriate, since I like concealment.
I like the title of your mask. The abyss looks into you! That’s deep . . . .
July 25th, 2011 at 9:11 pm
Ann —
I only wished the pictures were less blurry…
Oh, I loved Alex the Parrot, too! Where, among parrotdom, can we find his equal?