Author Archives: Keith West

Strong Heroines in Fantasy

There’s been a lot of discussion in the blogosphere lately of the role of women in epic fantasy, both in terms of characters and authors.  I’ll have something to say on the subject in a few days.  Until then, here’s a little something on the lighter side of that topic.

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If you’re a fan of Twilight, you probably won’t like it. 

Blogging Kull: Untitled Draft

Kull:  Exile of Atlantis
Robert E. Howard
Del Rey, $15.95

After completing “The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune”, Howard’s next attempt at a Kull tale was an abortive effort simply called “Untitled Draft” in the Del Rey edition.  A good title would have been something along the lines of “Who Rides into the Sunrise” since that phrase is repeated in several forms at one part of the story and would have been a central theme if Howard had chosen to finish it.

The story opens with one of the Valusian nobles telling Kull about a scandal in which the Countess of Fanara, Lala-ah (surely one of the silliest names in all of Howard’s canon and certainly more fitting for a tavern girl than a countess) has jilted her fiance at the altar to elope with Felgar, an adventurer from the neighboring kingdom of Farsunia.  There’s definitely some alliteration here.  Normally, so many proper names so closely associated would be off-putting and confusing to the reader.  A more experienced author would probably not have made this mistake.  Howard was still learning his craft, although by this time he was becoming quite an accomplished wordsmith. Howard perhaps was aware on some level of the potential for confusion, because this is the only time all three names (Fanara, Felgar, and Farsunia) are used in close succession.

Kull is bored by the whole thing, and comments that in Atlantis, the “women mate with whom they will and whom they choose.”  Having grown up in small Texas towns, I think I can safely say that this idea was ahead of its time in 1920s Cross Plains.  It’s only when a messenger informs Kull that Felgar has said:  “Tell the barbarian swine who defiles an ancient throne that I name him scoundrel.  Tell him that some day I shall return and clothe his cowardly carcase {sic}in the clothing of women, to attend my chariot horses.”  Why Felgar would do this is never explained.

Strong words from a man who is also a foreigner, although from one of the civilized kingdoms.  This, of course, sends Kull into a rage.  He summons Brule and the royal cavalry, the Red Slayers.  They take off in pursuit of Lala-ah and Felgar, crossing the border of the neighboring kingdom of Zarfhaana. 

Howard seemed to be setting up some conflict besides that between Kull and Felgar.  There are two other men in the party besides Kull and Brule who are named.  Ka-yana, who led the original pursuit and is overtaken by Kull and the Red Slayers, is the first.  There is definite dislilke between him and Brule.

The second man is named Kelkor.  He is second in command of the Red Slayer.  Instead of being Valusian, he’s Lemurian.  He worked his way up through the ranks, attaining the highest rank he could as a foreigner.  This prevents him from becoming the lord commander of the entire army.  Kull silently laments this fact. The passage (p. 71) implies, to me at least, that this will become a plot point later. Kelkor is a warrior’s warrior.  In fact Kull has something of a man-crush on Kelkor.  I don’t recall any other passage in Howard’s writings in which the central hero wonders if he can ever have the self control and martial prowess another man has.  There may be such a passage, but if there is, I’m not aware of it. 

This is the least brooding of the Kull stories Howard had written up until this time.  The emphasis here is more on pursuit.  The party, all 300 strong, track the lovers to a city on the eastern border of Zarfhaana, but the pair manage to elude Kull, although just barely.  It’s while Kull and Brule are secretly searching for them in the city that the comments of riding into the sunrise begin.

The pursuit continues, across the border into Grondar, a kingdom of fierce horsemen who often raid Zarfhaana and other kingdoms along their border.  Kull has enough men that the Grondarians don’t molest them but do follow along behind them, watching.  Felgar and Lala-ah manage to stay about a day’s ride ahead.  I don’t know much about horses, but I found it a little hard to swallow that the horses Kull’s party as well as the lovers are riding don’t start dropping dead from the relentless pursuit.  I realize that Howard says Felgar and Lala-ah have spare horses, but still, give me a break.

Eventually, they come to a river, the Stagus.  On the western side is grassland; on the eastern, desert.  At the river they meet a man, Karon the Ferryman, as he calls himself.  It’s been established that many of the names Howard was using in his fiction during this period were taken from Bullfinch.  Here’s a  perfect example of his doing so, and I think it’s brilliant.  Howard makes Karon seem a natural fit to the story, not forced.  Howard even states that Karon will eventually be known as boatman to Hades.  While the land on the eastern side of the Stagus isn’t called Hades, it is called World’s End and is a hot and hellish place inhabited by monsters.  No one who has crossed the Stagus has ever returned.

Karon informs the group that he is a member of the Elder Race.  He also knows Kull’s name, even though Kull does not give it.  I’m not sure if this was an oversight on Howard’s part or not.  I suspect not.  It certainly works to make Karon more mysterious and a little threatening even though nothing he does or says is overtly hostile.

Felgar and Lala-ah took the ferry across the Stagus at dawn the previous day.  Kull says he intends to follow to avenge the insult Felgar has given him but that the men are free to return without it being held against them.  They all follow Kull.  So impressed by this is Kull that he gives them the highest compliment he can:  “Ye are men.”  Karon ferries them across, and the party prepares to continue it’s pursuit.

And that’s where the story ends.  Just as it was starting to get interesting. 

It’s unfortunate that Howard chose not to finish this tale.  It was probably shaping up to be the lengthiest Kull story Howard had written up to this time.  Yes, the impetus to get Kull to take to the road is weak.  Pursuing lovers that he would ordinarily sympathize with in order to avenge an insult is a bit thin for motivation to leave the kingdom in the hands of the nobles, who we know from “The Shadow Kingdom” are not to be trusted.  Especially if you take most of your personal guard with you.  It’s easier for me to see Conan in his pre-Aquilonia days doing something like this than it is for me to see Kull acting this way.  But once Kull and his men are on the road, who cares why he left.  This installment shows us some of the geography of Kull’s world, something we don’t get to see much of in the other stories.  Once Kull and Brule are in the city looking for their quarry, Howard drops hints that they’re heading into trouble.  This is confirmed when Karon tells Kull no one who has crossed the Stagus has ever returned. 

Personally, I can’t wait to see what’s on the other side of that river.  I want to know what monsters are lurking there.  More critters from Bullfinch?  It would be fascinating to see what Howard does with them.  Maybe no one has ever returned because a gorgon is hiding over there.  It would certainly fit with the Greek mythology motif Howard establishes with Karon.  And what about the animosity between Brule and Ka-yana?  Where was Howard going to take that?  Yes, I know it would almost certainly have ended in Ka-yana’s blood being spilled, but half the fun is getting to that point.   Let’s not forget Kelkor.  Will Kull eventually go against custom and promote Kelkor to command of all the army and not just the Red Slayers?

Sadly, unless the highly unlikely happens and the rest of the story turns up somewhere, the world will never know.  Even with it’s flaws and unfinished state, this draft showcases Howard’s growth and improvement as a writer.  He has more characters than in any of the previous Kull tales, and their motivations appear to be more complex than any to this point.  Their interactions certainly are.  This could have been a major novella, especially if Howard had tweaked the story a bit to make the motivation for pursuit a little more believable.  It’s our loss that he didn’t.

More Beneath Ceaseless Skies

In a previous post a few nights ago, I reviewed one of the two stories in the current issue of Beneath Ceaseless Skies.  At the time, I was under the weather, and so passed on reading and reviewing the second in favor of getting some much needed rest.  Some of you may  have thought that it was hardly fair to Eljay Daly, the author of the second story, “Dirt Witch“.  And I would agree with you.  So today I read that story, and here’s my review of it.

The story concerns a young girl named Dorota in the village of Szukowo.  The village is plagued by ghosts of soldiers.  If you have the misfortune to be caught outside after dark during the winter, you can be shot or bayonetted.  Some years ago, Dorota’s father stole a fire-flower from a witch, and since then the villagers have been able to defend themselves.  Unfortunately, as the story opens, Dorota’s father has died in a drowning accident, the details of which we’re not given.  What matters is now the village has no defense against the ghosts.  Mocked by her grandmother for not being as brave as her father, Dorota decides to find the witch and try to bargain for another flower.  Of course, it’s not going to be that easy. 

Daly does an excellent job of gradually revealing to the reader that things are quite what they seem.  Did I say “quite what they seem”?  Things aren’t at all what they seem.  The inside of the witch’s house is bigger than the outside and truly creepy.  There’s been a pattern in recent years to make witches good and beautiful.  I view this trend in much the same way I view the current fad of vampires being sensitive, attractive, and glittery in sunlight.  In other words, a bunch of bunk, a heap of horse puckey, and a cartload of crap.  (I toned that last sentence down in the interest of being sensitive to those of differing taste.)  I’m pleased to say that Daly has made her witch truly vile and despicable.  The woman is evil, but not without understandable motives.  This is a tough thing to pull off, especially in a short story, and most especially when the witch is only onstage for a what would be a few pages in a print venue.  Oh, and I thought the antlers were a nice touch, Eljay.

I don’t normally care for stories involving witches, partly for the reason listed above, but I enjoyed this one.  Eljay Daly is a new writer, and if this story is typical of her work, she’s going to be one to watch.  While this wasn’t heroic fantasy in the strictest sense, Dorota definitely shows courage and heroism and isn’t afraid to fight with whatever at hand can be used as a weapon.

As I’ve said before, I’m not very familiar with BCS, but based on what I’ve read so far, that is going to change.  If you’ve not checked out Beneath Ceaseless Skies, do.  The stories are high quality and well written.  The magazine advertises itself as a literary fantasy magazine.  Usually when something promotes itself as literary, I tend to treat it with a bit of skepticism since much of what’s called literary sacrifices story for style.  That’s not the case with BCS.  They’ve combined the best of story and substance.  I hope they’re around for a long time.

Student Arrested for Attempted Manufacture of WMD

I’m sure some of you who’ve heard the news reports (here and here for starters) in the last day or so are wondering if I knew the student who was arrested for attempting to make weapons of mass destruction.  (I’m also sure that some of you who are not from Texas don’t care.)  Probably this curiosity comes in part from my habit of setting things on fire in class.  The answer is “No, I never met the guy.”  But there’s been plenty to talk about this morning.

New Issue of Beneath Ceaseless Skies

I’ve been a bit under the weather since I got back from ConDFW, so this will be a short post.  I’m getting better, thank you.  (And thank you, pharmaceuticals.  Better living through chemistry!)

A new issue of Beneath Ceaseless Skies was posted today.  You should check it out.  I’ve been aware of BCS for a while but only recently began reading it.  I do enough reading on a computer screen as part of my dayjobbery that I haven’t kept up with the online publications like I should.  That’s in the process of changing.

Anyway, BCS posts new issues every two weeks, usually with two stories.  The current issue leads off with “The Ghost of Shinoda Forest”, by Richard Parks, a tale of honor and loss in feudal Japan.  This story showcases Parks’ ability to develop mood and character in a short space, and is one of the better stories I’ve read in a while.  It also is the latest in a series, but functions perfectly well as a stand-alone. 

I met Parks when he was a regular attendee at the early Conestogas, the SFF convention in Tulsa.  This would have been in the late 90’s and early 00’s.  He quit coming after a few years.  I remember him as a soft spoken man, but one who was easy to talk to.  I’ve long thought him to be one of the more underrated writers working at short fiction lengths in fantasy for the last decade.  It would be nice to see him get more recognition.  He has several collections out, and has a web page, which unfortunately doesn’t seem to have been updated in a while.  There is a bibliography there, if you’re interested in reading more of his work.  Of course if you’re one of those people who like things current, check his livejournal page.  It was updated yesterday.

The second story, “Dirt Witch” by Eljay Daly, I haven’t read it yet.  Since I’m not feeling at the top of my game, I probably won’t read it tonight.  I’m going to turn in early.  When my energy levels are back up, I’ll post a short review.  Until then, I’m starting to fade and need to call it a night.

Report on ConDFW X

ConDFW X was held on February 18-20, 2011, at the Crown Plaza in Dallas, Texas.   Guests included Brandon Sanderson, Tim Powers, and Brad Foster.  Jack McDevitt, last year’s guest who was unable to attend due to weather, was also there.

Lee Martindale interviewing Jack McDevitt

This was a good convention.  I have only one complaint, aside from the usual that time passed too quickly and I had to miss some of the programming because I couldn’t be in more than one place at the same time, and that was the con suite.  It seemed to have thin offerings this year, which is unusual because ConDFW usually has an excellent con suite.  But that’s minor. 

It was a great con, a lot of fun, and I was able to interview several people.  Over the next few weeks, as I transcribe the interviews, I’ll post them here.

My biggest regret was that I wasn’t able to attend Tim Powers Q&A session, but at least I did manage to score a signed copy of On Stranger Tides, which is the basis for the upcoming Pirates of the Caribbean IV, complete with original sketch. 

Tracy Morris, Tim Powers, Lou Antonelli, and Bill Ledbetter         

There was the usual number of writer oriented panels, on breaking out of the slush pile, how to write cross genre fiction, and that type of thing.  Steampunk was prevalent, and a good deal of the art show had a steampunk theme.  Beverly Hale’s line of steampunk accessories in the art show was particularly stunning.  I noticed about four or five self-published authors had tables in the dealers’ room, each of them trying to promote their books.  I leafed through one of them, and the dialogue was pretty stilted.  While I wish the author well, I hope the author is able to improve their craft. 

Probably the most eye-popping thing was in the charity auction.  Someone had donated a large (I’m talking huge here) number of movie related items:  posters, signed publicity photos, Star Trek figures.  That in and of itself wouldn’t be especially eye-popping except that two of the posters were signed.  One was Apocalypse Now, and the other was The Blues Brothers.  Yes, the entire cast of both movies, including Marlon Brando and John Belushi.  I have no idea what they went for, but whoever walked away with them surely got them for less than market price.

Brandon Sanderson

Brandon Sanderson used part of his GoH session to discuss how genre fans shouldn’t denigrate fans of subgenres that don’t like.  His point, which was much more eloquently made than I’m stating it, was that genre readers in general, and readers of fantasy and science fiction in particular, have been looked down upon and ghetto-ized by the literary establishment and the general public for years.  We shouldn’t turn around and do that to each other.

(l to r) Frank Summers, Mark Finn, Brandon Sanderson, Gloria Oliver, Stina Leitch, and Lee Martindale discussing magic systems.

The panel I found most thought-provoking was the one on how much should magic systems operate on scientific principles, meaning how well developed should the rules governing an author’s magic system be worked out.  When the discussion went to the audience, I suggested that many science fiction writers use more magic than many fantasy writers because they take Clarke’s Law and reverse it, making magic indistinguishable from sufficiently advanced technology.  I also suggested that maybe people were reading more fantasy than science fiction these days (at least according to sales numbers) was that fantasy was delivering the sense of wonder that science fiction used to deliver.  I may develop this idea and follow it up with another post.

All in all this was a great con.  Rather than talk about it, I’ll let my photos speak for me.

(l to r)  Brad Sinor, Teresa Patterson, Kevin Hosey, Scott Cupp, and Lee Martindale discussing the making of anthologies.
The hotel lobby seen from the 2nd floor.

(l to r) Frank Summers, Thomas Knowles, Bill Fawcett, Michael Finn
A good time was had by all.

Is Modern Fantasy Destroying Western Civilization?

Leo Grin, founder of the now highly collectible The Cimmerian journal and former manager of the website of that name (see links to the right), has posted a blog in which he takes many of the more popular contemporary fantasy authors to task for how dark and (in Leo’s view) nihilistic their work is.  One of the people he singles out is Joe Abercrombie, who has responded.  This has, as some of you know because you’ve also responded, set off a huge online…we’ll call it a lively discussion in the comments of both blogs as well as other places.  Abercrombie includes links to some other sites taking up the discussion, although I’ve not had time to read them yet.  (This is the sort of thing that makes you forget about deadlines, like that addition to a lab I need to have written by the end of the day.)

I see both “sides” of the discussion, although I’m not sure that taking sides is wise or productive, as well as finding points in both posts that I agree with, as well as some I don’t.  I’m going to be buried under grading the first wave of exams by the time today is over, as well as traveling starting tomorrow afternoon.  Therefore, I’m going to refrain from weighing in on this discussion until next week, after I return and have had some time to reread Joe and Leo’s posts, as well as some of the others.  Since Leo’s last three words were “to be continued”, I’m sure there will still be plenty of discussion going when I get back.

If you haven’t read any of this, start with Leo’s post and take it from there.  And please feel free to express your opinions here if you’re so inclined.

Now back to the dayjobbery…

New Additions

If you’ve visited Adventures Fantastic before, you may have noticed a set of links of potential interest in the upper right hand corner that weren’t here the last time..  I’ve been intending to do this for some weeks now, but tonight was the first time I had a chance to actually sit down and do it.  I’ll be adding more as I come across things I like and as time allows.  For now, though, here are a few other places to visit that you might enjoy.  Although I suspect many of you are already familiar with them.

Blogging Kull: The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune

This was the second Kull story published in Howard’s lifetime, and the last one to feature Kull as the viewpoint character.  He would make one more published appearance, in “Kings of the Night”, but that tale is primarily a Bran Mak Morn story with Kull in a secondary role.  After that, no more Kull stories would be published in Howard’s lifetime.

This is an extremely short piece, more brooding than action.  In fact, Kull never draws his sword at all.  Only Brule engages in any slaughter. 

Howard chose to open this tale with a quote from Poe, and it’s quite appropriate.  Kull is burned out when the story opens, in what Howard describes as “the time of great weariness”, and what would be called today a midlife crisis.  (I’m looking forward to my midlife crisis and getting a Harley and a hottie, but I will probably ease into it slowly with the one that requires the least maintenance.  That would be the Harley.)  Instead of grabbing a wench and a fast horse and hitting the road, Kull merely broods about the meaninglessness of life and how nothing satisfies him now.  While Howard wasn’t fond of religion and the church, I have to wonder if he had been reading the book of Ecclesiastes when he wrote this.  Howard describes Kull’s daily routine as “an endless, meaningless panorama”, much like the author of Ecclesiastes describes life as “vanity of vanities, all is vanity.” 

When no one is around, a servant girl suggests to Kull that he visit the wizard Tuzun Thune.  Whereas Conan would have probably ravished the girl, Kull merely follows her suggestion.  Tuzun Thune tells Kull to gaze into his mirrors and become wise. 

The first mirror shows the past, and the savage battle for survival against flying dragons and other beasts.  It’s a world of endless struggle, with Death the only certainty.  The second mirror shows the future, in which Atlantis and Lemuria are beneath the waves, and only their mountaintops remain, islands in the vastness of the ocean.  Valusia and the other Seven Kingdoms are gone and forgotten, all their splendor and treasures dust.  Tuzun Thune says this is the way of the world, one tribe supplanting the previous.  It’s all very depressing.

Then Tuzun Thune has Kull look in a third mirror.  Kull sees only his reflection and wonders who the man is who gaze matches his own.  He once knew him   Kull begins to wonder who is the man and who is the reflection.

Kull visits Tuzun Thune every day, staring at his reflection in a mirror.  He becomes more and more fascinated by the world in the mirror and wants to know what he would find if he passed through to the other side.  He is in the process of doing so when when Brule shatters the mirror.  Kull comes to his senses to find the lifeless body of Tuzun Thune on the floor before him, Tuzun Thune’s blood dripping from Brule’s sword.  Brule informs Kull that he is the victim of a plot by one of the other nobles, a plot only discovered that very day.  The servant girl who told Kull to visit Tuzun Thune is in on it.  She’s on the floor covering in fear for her life while this exchange between Kull and Brule is taking place.  Amazingly Kull says she was merely a pawn and lets her go unpunished.  After the girl tells Kull about Tuzun Thune, Howard describes her this way:  ” the smile of her scarlet mouth was cunning behind Kull’s back, and the gleam of her narrow eyes was crafty.”  That doesn’t sound like someone who was a pawn to me.  We know she and Tuzun Thune were both members of the Elder Race, who once ruled Valusia.  Conan would never have dismissed her this way, although he probably would have let her live.

In a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith sometime in February 1929, Howard lists all his sales to date.  He records that he got $20 for “The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune” and that it was “more of the Shadow Kingdom, occult and mystical, vague and badly written; this is the deepest story I ever tried to write and I got out of my depth.”  [Collected Letters Vol. 1, REH Foundation Press, 2007, p. 311]

This is a deep story, but I don’t agree with Howard’s assessment.  It’s not badly written at all.  Some of the paragraphs are quite powerful in their descriptions and mood.  Howard was in his early twenties at this time.  It’s wouldn’t be unusual to feel that sense of weariness he describes.  Here’s a young man who is trapped in a small town where no one understands him.  He had to wonder at times if his desire to write was worth it.  I spent part of my adolescence in a small town about fifty miles from Cross Plains, and I can tell you that what Howard describes is a very real sensation.  Anyone who doesn’t conform to the lowest common denominator expectations of society in those towns will sooner or later experience the fatigue (the weariness) that comes from trying to be your own person when all you meet is opposition and exclusion.  Instead of being out of his depth, Howard seems to me to have poured out his feelings and his experience in this story. 

I think he nails it perfectly, and that’s why for all its brevity, this is a major story in Howard’s oeuvre.