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Favorite Reads of 2018

Favorite Reads of 2018

January 5, 2019 · by sosayethallie · in Bibliographicallie

According to Goodreads, I read 127 books in 2018. Most of those were full-length fiction. A handful were comic books. A few more were short stories. Slow year for non-fiction, since I had ovarian cancer and wasn’t feeling up to thinking hard most of the year. I’m free and clear now, so look out 2019!

This is mostly for my own purposes, but in case anyone is interested, here are my favorites of 2018. YMMV.

Fiction

Best Short Fiction: “The Word of Flesh and Soul,” Ruthanna Emrys.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42785575-the-word-of-flesh-and-soul Read On

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Veronica Schanoes, "Ballroom Blitz" - WOD #3

Veronica Schanoes, “Ballroom Blitz” – WOD #3

March 11, 2018 · by sosayethallie · in Bibliographicallie, Judaicallie

Two ambiguously gendered/sexed punks in pale pinky-beige and charcoal with mohawks face each other, nose to nose. They share what appears to be a cigarette or joint between their mouths and a lighter patch of smoke that simulates the twirl of a dancer rises between their heads. Barely visible in red-black against a red-black ground, the right hand figure's arm is bent up, her (because earrings and fingernail polish suggest a she) hand cradles 'his' face visually separating his darkened eyes from the tribal tattoo partially visible on his neck. Taken as a whole, the image is suggestive of a cracked but not broken heart.

“Ballroom Blitz” by Veronica Schanoes. Art by Anna and Elena Balbusso.

And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you It’ll turn into a ballroom blitz. – The Sweet, “The Ballroom Blitz“

This story‘s harder than “Burning Girls” also by Veronica Schanoes. Harder in that its words are sharper, uglier, darker, but also because it’s more honest, which makes it harder to process. “Burning Girls” is a fantasy, a reminder that “Jews were here” in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire and in the history of the New York City. It reimagines Rumpelstiltskin as one of the lilim (demonic children of Lilith). It takes a familiar story and makes it Jewish.

“Ballroom Blitz,” on the other hand, is not a Jewish story on its face. According to the author, however, the protagonists Jake (Auslander) and Isabel (Goldman) are both Jewish; there were, she observes, “plenty of Jews on the punk scene.” Like “Burning Girls,” “Ballroom Blitz” reimagines a classic fairy tale: “Twelve Dancing Princesses.” It doesn’t recast the story into a Jewish milieu, or make it a feminist tale, but instead visits the world of another misunderstood group: non-neurotypical people, the clinically depressed and suicidal.

Schanoes explains that this story arose out of her own struggles with depression. This is the honesty/truth that makes the story harder to read. There’s no real joy in the story, even with the nearest-to-happy ending I can imagine for the characters. The humor is dark. The moral that depression does not ‘go away’ is bleak but somehow not hopeless. After all, Jake does figure out what he needs to do, and he does go to get Isabel, and he does commit to caring for her.

The reversal — that she saved him first — saves it from being another annoying story of a damsel distressed. But at the same time, Isabel comes across as lacking agency. She complains that Jake never asked about her, but she also never told him. She used him and the mindless music, dance, drugs and sex he offered to self-medicate. She treated her symptoms and not her disease. Sure, Jake’s the one who needed to learn the lesson. Note, it isn’t entirely clear to me what lesson he was supposed to learn, since ‘don’t beat the shit out of vulnerable people’ would seem self-evident. Possibly, ‘help the vulnerable rather than harming them’? Yet, even if it is Jake who needs the lesson, and Jake is full up with rage and the pointlessness of his existence, once she’s saved him, Isabel ends up in a similar state, voluntarily trapped, and not interested in healing herself without Jake. So even if it’s not an archetypical damsel in distress, it still reinforces the “I need a man” trope that the author herself seems to hate.

On the other hand, the story does replicate the depressive cycle and shows how mentally ill people can find meaning in helping each other, find strength in caring for each other. This, it seems to me, is a fairly Jewish message about the responsibility of a community to care for its poorest and weakest.

I don’t mean to be setting up a row of straw men, as though Schanoes has claimed this story to be feminist, Jewish, etc. I’m not making an argument at all, really. Just looking at fiction by Jewish authors and fairy tale adaptation, examining them for their own sake and also to see whether they resonate with me/I recognize them. So, what I like about this story is that these characters are Jewish, but that’s not apparent in the story. They’re Jewish, but that isn’t material to the story, and so it settles into the background, unknown and unnoticed unless you dig deeper. “Ballroom Blitz” is a story about Jewish people qua people rather than qua Jews or Jewish, which is of value too.

Undeniably, the prose is the best part of this story. I feel it, every filthy beat of the music, every scrape of knuckles against concrete walls. What I take away from the story is that ‘inspired by’ rather than ‘adapted from’ might be a good choice in dealing with fairy tales, and that vivid characterization can overcome a limiting premise. Even if “Ballroom Blitz” isn’t the most empowering story about mental illness, it is a recognizably true story and one worth reading.

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Veronica Schanoes, "Burning Girls" - WOD #2

Veronica Schanoes, “Burning Girls” – WOD #2

March 9, 2018 · by sosayethallie · in Bibliographicallie, Judaicallie

Cover art for the novella "Burning Girls" by Veronica Schanoes. A girl in a red blouse and blue skirt walks above the skyline of New York City. Her hair and the trailing edge of her skirt have gone up in flames. Dark smoke scrolls up from a building on the left and arches over the girl.

“Burning Girls” by Veronica Schanoes. Art by Anna & Elena Balbusso

She’s just a girl, and she’s on fire… She’s living in a world and it’s on fire – Alicia Keys, “Girl on Fire“

“This is no place for a girl on fire.” – Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, based on the book by Suzanne Collins.

Veronica Schanoes‘s “Burning Girls“, available for free on Tor.com, isn’t the story I expected it to be. I should have picked up on the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire reference earlier than I did. I was more interested in the other reference, the lilim and the significance of names, and I was thoroughly curious about Schanoes’s reference materials. I need to get my hands on them, stat. In spite of the cityscape cover, for some reason I was expecting something more in the vein of Elizabeth George Speare’s The Witch of Blackbird Pond. 

All that said about what I expected and what I didn’t, it was actually a much better story than I expected it to be. In places it reminded me more of Laura Esquivel’s Like Water for Chocolate in the way that the traditions and magic wove in, but it’s definitely more dark fantasy/fairy tale than magical realism. At the same time, it felt like a true tale, like something that walks hand in hand with Chagall’s experiences in Vitebsk and Fiddler on the Roof. Schanoes has clearly and thoroughly steeped herself in the Jewish classics and the fairy tales, so I’m looking forward to reading the rest of her oeuvre.

What led me to the story and what I’m puzzling at is still a variant on what makes fiction Jewish. There’s no question in my mind that “Burning Girls” is Jewish fiction, but it’s also, like The Hunger Games and “Girl on Fire,” feminist storytelling that speaks to the strength and power of women together. It’s a layered commentary on burning witches, burning Jews, burning girls — the ones who have too much ambition to be content with the role society would prescribe for them. It treads similar territory as many of my most beloved female characters, including the one I’m playing in a Space 1889 game. It’s a great read and I expect that any of my friends who read it will enjoy it.

The thing I can’t quite let go of is how bright it burns. There’s not a bushel in sight. And for all that the Bible would teach not to hide your light under a bushel, every Jew who has heard of the Holocaust, and every passing minority in a repressive regime, knows that burning bright is an invitation to hate, crime, burning.

As someone trying to write a similar story, a Jewish twist on another fairy tale, I keep twisting over this literal girl on fire. Do I want to burn bright, demand attention, say fuck the mainstream and hope Jewish futurism or Jewpunk or Jewish fantasy generates the kind of interest that Afrofuturism has? Can it, even, since for most non-Jews, being Jewish is about religion and it’s as uncomfortable for non-Jews to read Jewish religious fiction as it is for me to read apocalyptic Christian fiction? Or is there a way to write cultural Jewishness into fiction in a way that doesn’t immediately quash the interest of non-specialist readers?

It’s totally ridiculous and premature, I realize, for me to be worrying over something like this. Even knowing the book has a publishing home at Falstaff when I get off my ass and get it written, it’s kind of arrogant to think it’s going to matter or find readership. I “should” just write the book and let the chips fall where they may.

Then again, the question matters to me. Like “Shtetl Days,” it’s really a question of identity and identification, and maybe identifying, too. Write what you know means write from your authentic self, write from who you are. So maybe the question I’m asking over and over is “what kind of Jew am I?”

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Harry Turtledove, "Shtetl Days" - WoD 1

Harry Turtledove, “Shtetl Days” – WoD 1

March 8, 2018 · by sosayethallie · in Bibliographicallie

a man dressed as Hasidim stands before a red rope for a grand opening; he carries scissors, and wears a gold star

Harry Turtledove’s “Shtetl Days” – the book cover.

Lately, I’ve been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be… – One Republic, Counting Stars

Counting stars. Lucky ones, that we’re not living in The Reich as imagined by Harry Turtledove in “Shtetl Days.” But also gold ones, on the coats of men like Turtledove’s Veit Harlan, or worn by Billy Joel in memory of pogroms past and a white supremacy rally in Charlottesville that never should have been.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Judenstern (Jew’s star), and how a symbol of religious and cultural identity got turned into a badge of shame. I’ve been thinking a lot, too, about who did that and why, and the way the Trump administration makes scarlet letters and gold stars and pink triangles things of the present instead of things that never should’ve been — at least not the way they are. Identity and identification aren’t the same thing, but suddenly they seem to be, at least in the sense that without documentation — of citizenship, for example — an immigrant doesn’t exist, or becomes illegal. Or in the sense that dark skin is used identify a young man as Other, a monster, and in the eyes some with authority, that is his whole identity as well.

I’m not asking a question here, or trying to answer one, about the violence of forced identification. Just thinking about the ways that identity is identified, imposed, granted, constructed, excavated…performed. Turtledove’s “Shtetl Days” adds another layer to that thinking, especially about performativity, the luxury of choice, hiding one’s light or Self under the performance of some other identity, and where the line between doing a thing and becoming that thing sits. The story raises profound issues of privilege, identity creation, performance of identity, doing what one has to do, and what it means to be a Jew.

The actual question I’ve been asking is how do I write Jewish stories? Are my words, like Andrew Strucker’s soda is mutant, Jewish because I’m a Jew? On some level, yes, I imagine so. But Turtledove writes of people living as Jews who are not Jews, because they eat treyf on purpose and call themselves Aryans. At least, not Jewish in the eyes of the SS. On one hand, the story hits home like a sledgehammer to the ribs (or a rock in Veit’s case), nothing subtle about it. But on the other, it’s about a lot of things like performativity, identity versus identification, creating ones’ gods and enemies, doing versus being in a way that somehow feels sly, subtle, not even a glancing blow. It’s a Tetris piece in my puzzle of how to talk about important things in fiction, and how to talk about being Jewish without a Judenstern, a Holocaust, and pogroms.

No answers, only questions, like the debatable and ambiguous Jew that I am.

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How Not to Run Your D&D Table: confessions of a n00b DM

September 14, 2017 · by sosayethallie · in Recreationallie

Rocks Fall, Everyone Dies.... Good. Grumpy Cat DM.

Me for the first thirty sessions as a DM.

DMing, or dungeon-mastering (sometimes GMing, game-mastering, and, honestly, I just had to look up what the difference is. Apparently, DM/Dungeon Master may be trademarked, if reddit can be believed) isn’t as easy or cool as Matt Mercer and Chris Perkins would have you believe. Actually, neither of them ever says it’s easy…

The truth, at least for me, started out a lot more like Grumpy Cat, where I screwed up 90% of everything, didn’t like the remaining 10%, and debated having the giants throw rocks so everyone would die. For an introvert (even a closet introvert), herding players for 4 hours can be nearly excruciating.

But when it starts to come together, then it’s like sun breaking through the clouds, complete with holy chords playing, rainbows, butterflies and unicorns. Or at least like waking up on the right side of the bed for once. That serendipitous feeling rarely lasts, though, and I’m right back in a fresh, steaming pile of mistakes.

As much for myself as anyone else, here are a few of the mistakes I hope never to make again.

  1. Played once; got talked into DMing.

Guess what? Turns out you actually need to know the rules pretty well to run a game. Skimming the DMG once isn’t enough.

Accidental upsides: a) One of my players is a rules wiz. Letting her relay the rules saves time and lets me focus on how to apply them. b) Happy discoveries, like when I think “there’s got to be a way to make this chase scene more interesting” — oh, hey, that’s in the DMG! 🙁

2. Picked a huge campaign with a big sandboxy beginning.

Sandbox-style play is super-neat–when the characters have strong bonds and goals to drive them forward. Not so neat with level 1 characters who don’t know each other and don’t have any real reason to stay together. Also not so neat for a DM who only prepped what the book gave her without asking fundamental questions like, “why the hell would they do that?” (See, e.g., the beginning of Storm King’s Thunder, in which a group of level 1s incidentally meet in a town that just got attacked by giants and is being plundered by goblins.) Read On

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