Tag: feminism

Book Review: Bad Power by Deborah Biancotti

Book Review: Bad Power by Deborah Biancotti

Bad Power, Deborah Biancotti Twelfth Planet Press October 2011 RRP: $18 Australian I first heard of Deborah Biancotti two years ago at a Conflux Convention. I encountered her in a crime panel when I decided to break up my steady diet of epic fantasy, doctor…

Feminist and Loving Moffat Who: Why I am Done (Re)Explaining Part 2

Feminist and Loving Moffat Who: Why I am Done (Re)Explaining Part 2

Midway through last year I began a long essay which was intended to be my definitive stance on Steven Moffat, Doctor Who, female characters and feminism. However, the post soon turned mammoth and I decided to cut my post in half. Besides, enough time has…

Book Review: Perfections by Kirstyn McDermott

Book Review: Perfections by Kirstyn McDermott

Perfections, Kirstyn McDermott
Twelfth Planet Press, 2014
RRP: $22.95

Sometime around when I first started getting involved with the Australian spec fic scene, I told myself I needed to get my head above my comfortable reading parapet and venture to new parts of the imagination. This blog was a part of doing this. I only half kept my promise. I never read or reviewed horror. That was because I’m a scaredy cat when it comes to descriptions of violence, bodily fluids and guts being slung about and also because I am an idiot. Good horror of course goes beyond such things.

Last year at the Aurealis, I chatted with Jason Nahrung (an Australian horror writer) and told him about my horror reading conundrum. He told me, ‘Read Perfections. It is psychological horror and reads like literary fiction and even if you hate the horror, you’ll like the beautiful language.’ When Kirstyn’s novel was re-published as a physical print I took him up on his promise. I was not disappointed.

Perfections

From the blurb:

Two sisters. One wish. Unimaginable consequences.

Not all fairytales are for children.

Antoinette and Jacqueline have little in common beyond a mutual antipathy for their paranoid, domineering mother, a bond which has united them since childhood. In the aftermath of a savage betrayal, Antoinette lands on her sister’s doorstep bearing a suitcase and a broken heart. But Jacqueline, the ambitious would-be manager of a trendy Melbourne art gallery, has her own problems – chasing down a delinquent painter in the sweltering heat of a Brisbane summer. Abandoned, armed with a bottle of vodka and her own grief-spun desires, Antoinette weaves a dark and desperate magic that can never, ever be undone.

Their lives swiftly unravelling, the two sisters find themselves drawn into a tangle of lies, manipulations and the most terrible of family secrets.

Jason was right. I loved the language, but I also found myself enjoying more than that. From the big things like a story set firmly in Australia (I used to think the spec fic scene was awash with only European and American settings, which is true to an extent, but since writing myself I have found a lot of brilliant Australian writers with the seeds for their stories planted in parts of Australia. Kirstyn is another to add to the list), an outcast goth sister who I could relate to, hard truths about feminism, gender politics, sexuality and careers which didn’t make me want to murder the author and creepy plot twists that I didn’t see coming to the small things like an Emilie Autumn shout out (seriously guys, Opheliac is one of the greatest songs ever) and pockets of prose that sing like good poetry. This story has the added bonus of being accessible to both genre and non-genre readers, being planted firmly in the real world with relationship trauma and family ties and fractures explored, even as magic plays a part in the horror that unfolds.

I really enjoyed this novel of dark desires and bitter spells and hope that I can find my kindle after a spell State-side so that I can download Madigan’s Mine and the Aurealis winning short story collection, Caution: Contains Small Parts also by McDermott.

You can purchase Perfections through the Twelfth Planet Press website here. You can also find Kirstyn’s work on e-reader.

Perfections: 4.5/5 inky stars

Feminist and Loving Moffat Doctor Who: Why I am Done (Re)Explaining Part 1

Feminist and Loving Moffat Doctor Who: Why I am Done (Re)Explaining Part 1

I don’t normally post this sort of piece on my public blog or weigh in on fandom issues here – not because I don’t care about said issues – but because often my livejournal is a better home for such posts. However, Doctor Who fits…

Online Book Tour- Close Call by Eloise March

Online Book Tour- Close Call by Eloise March

I am excited today to have Doris on the blog with a spot of advice, to show you just what all the fuss is about and just who Doris is. Don’t be afraid, she doesn’t bite and it has been proven beyond scientific fact she…

Carla (A Feminist Manifesto)- Poem

Carla (A Feminist Manifesto)- Poem

I wrote this poem a few years back and it is pretty rough (in more ways than one as it discusses sexual assault) but it also is a fair example of what my verse novella will be like in terms of the style of free verse. Enjoy and don’t forget to follow my poetry collection page here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/My-Hearts-Choir-Sings/490774427698379

Carla (A Feminist Manifesto)

In one ill defined moment
I was above and beyond myself.
I saw the shocked faces;
closed eyes, turned away
(as if acknowledgement were
dangerous, affirming validity)
thought I saw behind
a husband long gone into abyss
my greying, blue eyed kindess
an old and young Heavan
(though these days they’d call it
Freudian Slip-
the habit of sexual repression
and nothing more).

Ha! Repression and tirra lee
tirra lee by the sea.
Call me the mad woman
Sweep my cobwebs away
at the proclamation; “we never
saw nothing, that weird one
we never saw her cry.”

One crosses, bow headed, prays
“The Lord giveth, and the
Lord taketh away. Blessed
be the name of the Lord.”
Filthy mouthpiece, what rot!
Your God never cared
about me.
Or at least he turned his face
away
if only for one night of
palms pressed down, tasting teeth
my barricades battered, lifted
up by the roots.
Shoved onto my own bed
where the screaming never
stops.
Nor the hurrying, passing
footsteps (Oh so ashamed)
Nor the ache of the
thrust.

In this house of women
it’s not only periods that sync.
The addition of just one
man
gives shared nightly fears
that he picks and chooses.
Thus selected, let me lie
so that standing on a parapet, a precipice
holds no fear
but rather the promise of
timely escape.

Book Review: All is Fair by Emma Newman

Book Review: All is Fair by Emma Newman

All is Fair, Emma Newman Angry Robots Books, October, 2013 R.R.P.: £5.49 / US$6.99 So the story behind this review is a sorry one. My kindle broke just as I started reading which meant I had to wait around for a new one before I…

Australiana: The Jade Widow by Deborah O’Brian Review

Australiana: The Jade Widow by Deborah O’Brian Review

The Jade Widow, Deborah O’Brian, Random House Australia, September 2013. RRP $32.95 Aus. The Jade Widow picks up a decade after Mr Chen’s Emporium leaves off, continuing to follow the lives of Eliza Miller and Amy Chen in colonial Australia. From Random House Australia: A…

Book Review: Sea Hearts by Margo Lanagan

Book Review: Sea Hearts by Margo Lanagan

Sea Hearts, Margo Lanagan, Allen and Unwin, 2012

RRP: $19.99 Australian.

I feel guilty. I finished this book back in July but my thesis work attacked me and gave me heart palpitations over how much I still had left to do on it. Hence, this blog has had blog posts scattered few and far between since July. To be honest, I should still be doing thesis work as I type, but this book is too good to give short shrift in the reviews department.

I’d heard a bit about Sea Hearts through the blogosphere grapevine, and of course, Margo was also at the Sydney Writer’s Festival this year discussing the dark limits (and horizons) of speculative fiction, including those explored in Sea Hearts. I bought a copy for the holiday break alongside Margo’s short story collection, Red Spikes, as a semester ending treat.

My relationship with Lanagan’s work is somewhat odd. I have long respected her ability to twist and innovate with her language and narrative structure. I love the way her prose rips your heart out with poetic and wild abandon. Yet I absolutely hated her novel, Tender Morsels, a retelling of Snow White and Rose Red. Her ‘colour’ based short story collections, Black Juice, White Time, Red Spikes and Yellowcake are both hit and miss. Sea Hearts could have gone either way for me.

Chatting to Richard Harland at Supanova this year, he told me he felt it was Margo’s best work since the Hugo winning short story, ‘Singing my Sister Down,’ found in Black Juice. Having finally read both, I can now wholeheartedly agree with him.

Sea Hearts, set in a world so close to ours it very well could be, (a particular trick of Lanagan’s) takes place on remote Rollrock Island, where the shunned and lonely sea witch, Miskealla, draws sea girls out of the seals that frequent the island beaches. In exchange for payment, any man on Rollrock can now purchase himself a sea bride, but what will this deed do for generations of families as deceit, lust, heartbreak and love tear the island apart?

The novel alternates between six islander perspectives, each multi faceted first person account piercing the part myth, part fairy story cautionary, part Greek hubris tale together, until a picture of what has happened is formed. Even as characters infuriate with their vanity and short sightedness, there is still sympathy to be had. Even as Miskaella’s petty scheme begins to take its toll, I still found it in my heart to feel sorry for the witch outsider. Even as men calleously copulated with sea creatures under their wives very noses, I still could see how they had made the decisions they had made, and even as the human women grow aged and bitter and hard, I could understand why they changed. Who could not in such circumstances? Who could not?

This is a novel that dishes out truthes about humanity hard. It is often an uncomfortable, searing read. Undertaking a history thesis, as I am, I have often wondered about Lanagan’s background. Learning this year that she had training in history, I can see this reflected in her work. There is an interest in truth making, mythology making, oral history as power and post modern relativism in Sea Hearts, as there often is in her short stories. The nature of love and relationships is uncompromisingly explored, with another reviewer pointing out that the Australian cover has connotations of the placid, docile, Asian mail order bride stereotype. Lanagan asks what it is that men, stripped back to their  basest instincts, truly want from a relationship with a woman. Are lust, domesticity and obediance their basest desires? Ending on a note of reconciliation and hope, Lanagan never answers this question, but leaves it up to the reader to decide. I found myself thinking of my relationship with my own boyfriend, and wondering just how much it would take for him to succumb to a ‘sea wife.’ Not a comfortable thought, but one that shows this novel’s power, complexity, and raging heart.

Beautiful and evocatively written, with the prose lyrical and inventive, Sea Hearts is Margo Lanagan’s best piece of writing. I am excited to see where she will go next.

Sea Hearts: 5/5 inky stars.

Stephen Ormsby recently interviewed Margo at his word press blog. Please follow the link to read more about Margo and the way she thinks about, and constructs stories.

http://stephenormsby.wordpress.com/2012/09/21/margo-lanagan-21-september/

Margo also has her own blog at Among Amid While: http://www.amongamidwhile.blogspot.com.au/

Fight Like a Girl CD Review

Fight Like a Girl CD Review

Emilie Autumn’s new cd is an insane steampunk musical extravaganza that should appeal to show tune fans and EA’s 4 O’clock fans alike. More thematically coherent than her previous release, Opheliac, Fight Like a Girl tells the story of The Asylum for Wayward Girls with…