Cross-posted on ReaderlingI went up to the cabin with the best of intentions: a backpack full of books and the will to read them. But, what ended up happening was playing Munchkin, chatting about the local land scandal, and making and eating a lot of food. A very wonderful week, all told, despite the godamn half foot of snow that fell quite prettily down on all and sundry in freaking
April, but not a week in which I clapped eyes on much reading. When I did eventually sit down to read, I did hack a bit on my assigned reading, but mostly I slunk off to
Corsets & Clockwork: 13 Steampunk Romances.
Short stories do much better as distracted reading, and
Corsets & Clockwork was the only short story collection in the backpack. I had grabbed it in a mad library rush, but also because I've been arguing with the hubby about the state of steampunk these days. I don't think I'd care much about the genre in a vacuum, but my man has a huge chubby for the entire concept. He doesn't read so much these days, but I do, so I keep reading and reporting back. I see a decided shift in steampunk towards more romantic sensibilities, which is an interesting shift from the early days of very dudey stuff like Alan Moore and William Gibson. Some of this I think is sartorial: steampunk is very much about how things look, and about ornamenting fetish objects. (Done well, I think it's also about punk-history, but not everything is done well.) Which is not to say that the sartorial is always feminine, just that romance, as a genre, deals with the body in a way that many genres do not. The clothes make the genre.
Given that
Corsets & Clockwork: 13 Steampunk Romances has the romance thing right in its title, it's not a huge surprise that this collection wasn't really my bag. I'm not trashing romance here, but short form romances can be extremely weak: setting up and knocking down lovers and their cheesy impediments without a lot of thought towards form or function. There's a reason it's usually a
romance novel, and that reason is that short stories (I think) by their very natures require a concision of characterization and/or a third act snap that romances either a) don't require or b) actively eschew on a genre level. Sing it with me:
not that there is anything wrong with this. After scanning over some reviews, I see that my feelings are out of step with people who are reading these stories as romances. Fair warning, I guess, and if you're a romance reader primarily, just take everything I say and reverse it. See how even cranks can be helpful? I live to serve.
"Rude Mechanicals" by Lesley Livingston. Despite some goofy names that made me wince - Agamemnon, Quint,
Kingfisher for crying out loud - the story of a mechanical girl who acts as Juliet in a shabby Shakespearean troupe to both comic and tragic ends made me smile.
Romeo and Juliet is often disastrously misinterpreted, as far as I can tell, run in such a way that those teenaged idiots are somehow noble, when what they are is irrational in a completely different way from their irrational parents. Nobody gets to win, even posthumously, because there is no posthumous win. Anyway, my cranking aside, this was funny and clever and hit
who can separate the dancer from the dance in a way I appreciated.
"The Cannibal Fiend of Rotherhithe" by Frewin Jones. This story is where I'm most out of step with other readers, because I hit several reviews that called this one bad, and I would absolutely, without a doubt call it the stand-out of the collection. Frankly, if I hadn't hit something this bloody weird this early in my reading, I may not have even finished the collection. Beautifully sly narrative voice, fairy tale echoes which are Grimm not Disney, and a half-footed nearly incomplete ending that says more with a gesture than a statement. A rough, horrible fisherman on the Scottish coast captures a mermaid in his nets. The narrator demures as to logistics - one of the many times when the narrator points out something awful and then lets you try to sort it out, horribly - but the fisherman gets the mermaid with child. She dies in childbirth and is discarded, leaving the fisherman to raise a girl with sticky skin and shark's teeth. She's a monster with a monstrous upbringing, and her brutal reactions to the brutal world out there - the one that pretends not to smile with shark's teeth - are raw and ugly and perfect. Even monsters deserve love, even while both the monster and the love are
terrifying. I would absolutely seek out more of this writer's work, in a heartbeat.
"Wild Magic" by Ann Aguirre. Fine, I guess, but somewhat perfunctory, ending with
and some day I shall be the queen of all I survey! in a way that makes me tired. A young girl who is the daughter of the ruling class, but, like, gifted with magical powers which are frowned upon - yawn - falls in love with Oliver Twist, even though he might, like, have an agenda. Felt like a preface to a larger work, ending just as the actual conflicts might begin, and in that way, is something of a failure as a short fiction. Not bad, but not interesting.
"Deadwood" by Michael Scott. I liked this up until the ending, which has one of those last minute reveals where the main characters turn out to be actual, historical figures. I'm not even kidding when I say I rolled my eyes and humphed when the main characters introduced themselves with their real names - oh my god, that was the worst. All I'm saying is that you have a short story named the same as this show:
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then you should try a little fucking harder, cocksucker. I get that Deadwood is an actual historical place, and that David Milch did not invent it, but this Deadwood is nowhere near as interesting as either the historical Deadwood or the HBO series. That said, before the humphing and eye-rolling - seriously, why the fuck would [redacted] and [redacted] ever be hanging out together? let alone smooching? - the whole post-Civil War company town thing was workable, and the characterizations fun. There are many a fiction I wish ended earlier than they did, and this gets to be one. Ta da!
"Code of Blood" by Dru Pagliassotti. I skipped this one after a couple of pages. I know my track record with stories of the ingenue daughters of the ruling class and their tired rebellions via fucking the staff. (See, for example, "Wild Magic", above.)
"The Clockwork Corset" by Adrienne Kress. Yet another daughter of the ruling class fucking the staff, but I was charmed by said aristocratic daughter joining the army and trying to pass as a boy for much of the proceedings. The passing-as-a-boy trope is an odd thing in fiction, usually requiring the girl to be both more and less dumb than she is. The ending here is...maybe not unsatisfying, but it doesn't make work of all the potentials.
"The Airship Gemini" by Jaclyn Dolamore. Fascinating premise in a locked room environment which needs to be a longer fiction. "The Airship Gemini" doesn't exactly work - there are too many lacunae - but I so seriously want it to, and the ways it doesn't work are still compelling. A set of conjoined twins, just regular physical freaks - work as a show on a dirigible for magical folk - vampires, werewolves, etc - because freak is freak, but not all freak is the same. A self-serving doctor seeks to separate the girls, throwing the girls into crisis. I loved that the girls have no interest in separation - their connection is fact not deformity - and I loved their relationship with The Lizard Man. I thought the crisis and denouement was confused, but there's a lot of here here.
"Under Amber Skies" by Maria V. Snyder. I actively hated this story. Set in a steampunky Poland just after the Nazi occupation, it managed to get high-and-mighty about resisting the Nazis because resisting Nazis might interfere with the romantic bullshit of some teenage girl. Zosia's father is a mad scientist who has been building farm equipment & kitchen implements when the Nazis take over. Everyone assumes he's begun making war machines for Poland to be used in the war effort, but he's been missing for a couple months. Then Nazis try to take Zosia in for questioning. She escapes, and then the story turns into how Zosia's Polish nationalist mother is evil, and Zosia's dad would never make war machines despite the fact that we're dealing with actual Nazis here, and apparently resisting Nazis is evil because war is bad and everyone should be a lover and not a fighter and war is wrong double plus times.
What the actual fuck? I am of the opinion that most writers should avoid Nazis in their fiction unless they are willing and able to take on the most Godwin of all genocides, but here it's an actual disaster. I get how love is dreamy and wonderful and all, but this kind of judgmental bullshit about how resisting Nazis is wrong because of
love, man makes me want to die. This story is stupid and childish and takes the easy way out in situations which are forever and decidedly less than easy. Uuuurrrgh.
"King of the Greenlight City" by Tessa Gratton. Starts out in a very traditional romance vein, where the principles meet cute and discover their magical powers and whatnot, and then builds to a third act OMIGOD which is pretty freaking hilariously subversive. We two are as one...ahahahaha. Sad. :(
"The Emperor's Man" by Tiffany Trent. Yet another daughter of the ruling class banging the help - someone who actually has an academic placement should write a paper about this phenomenon - but better than my dismissive opening would imply. This is one of those coded histories, with a transported London in a magical setting. I feel like with a lot of these stories there is way too much going on in the weird department. Mixing werewolves, manticores, hard science, alternate history, and clockwork is way, way too much in a story 60 pages long or fewer, but this was cute and it functioned as a story. The thing that made me itch was the way science was equated with mysticism. Just because something is an epistemology, does not mean all epistemologies are equivalent.
"Chickie Hill's Badass Ride" by Dia Reeves. Snappy dialogue and narrative voice in a setting not usually seen in steampunkery. No one writes in the segregated American South, and if they do, they sure as shit don't write almost light-hearted romps about black children being stolen by tentacled monsters who are easily mistaken for the Klan. I'm not entirely sure this story works, but full freaking points for a story where the casual fun belies a sharper message.
"The Vast Machinery of Dreams" by Caitlin Kittredge. Omg, another good one. I couldn't even say what happened here, exactly, but the way the total freaking weirdness is held with a hard hard and doled out to the reader in snippets is masterful. A young boy with dreams both nightmarish and juvenile meets a girl who might be a monster, and Lovecraftian hijinks ensue. This is what happened; this isn't what happened. ZOMG.
"Tick, Tick, Boom" by Kiersten White. Yet another daughter of the ruler class banging the help. Seriously, what is up with this? There is so much of this in this collection, and I am beginning seriously to wonder why it is that our romance lady avatars are all these high-born chickies who are discomforted by their status, and alleviate that discomfort by kissing the low-born? Why am I even talking in terms like this? Low-born? The fuck? I don't even mean to be attacking this specific story, because it's fine or whatever, despite the fact I saw the twist coming in the first page, and I don't think it actually said anything at all. And it deals with political violence is a way I think is deeply lame. Har har, I blew up some people because I don't like my daddy!
Woo boy, I must be cranky tonight, given how bitchy I'm being. Still though, what is going on here? Maybe it's just the steampunk genre, and its hazy Victoriana written by (mostly) Americans who have zero clue about how the British class system works, and romanticize it. It's yet another godamn Lady Diana plate. Yerch. Maybe I'll come back with a coda some day, but for now I'm just feeling itchy and irritated that the one excellent story about a girl with shark's teeth tricked me into the rest of this mess. Fine enough reading for the cabin, but back in the everyday I'm feeling much less charitable. Sorry.
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