Tuesday, September 01, 2015

The beginning of the end?

Here's a sobering thought: Now that the "No Award" genie is out if the bottle and was used so liberally this year, envision this scenario:

Next year, with a myriad of recommendations and lists proliferating, if there is any variety in the nominations, you will have finalists from many different sources. Voters will rank their personal choices, then drop in No Award before continuing down the list.

Therefore, it's possible that almost EVERYONE will use the No Award choice to some degree, which means that No Award will surely get the most votes overall in any category and win all the categories.

What if that happens?

Friday, August 28, 2015

Sasquan in the rear view window

The way the convention ended reminded me of the joke from the spring of 1865:

“Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?”

Except for the finale Saturday night with the Hugo awards, the convention turned out pleasant enough for me, based on diminished expectations. All real happiness disappeared months ago when the elites started their campaign against the Sad Puppies. Listening week after week for months to people denouncing you as an impostor and a fraud will run your spirits down a little – especially when one of the ringleaders is the master of ceremonies of the main event. Of course, they claim they never attacked anyone personally and spoke in generalities about “quality”, but the coded message was clear. It’s like a demagogue railing against some racial or ethnic group, but denying any individual implications. It really got to be depressing after a while.

I am grateful to the convention committee for allowing me to attend after the issue with David Gerrold came up, especially since some especially neurotic people felt I was an intrinsic danger. The incident where the editor who revoked my story acceptance and accused me of doxing her, when I did no such thing (she may have been doxed, but I didn’t do it and certainly didn’t plan it) was part of the general pile-on that depicted me as some kind of sub-human ogre. Needless to say, I was determined to be on my best behavior, and in fact I seriously considered asking the convention to have someone “tail” me, not only for my protection, but to prevent anyone from making false accusations against me to get me bounced.

The con committee would have refunded my registration, but there was considerable money already tied up in plane tickets and accommodations that would have been lost – and which I could not afford to lose. As a backup, I contacted another fan privately to ask if I could be put up until Monday if I was ejected for some trumped up reason. I could not afford any accommodations otherwise. The fact I knew I would not be made homeless made me feel a little better.

One reason I felt secure at the convention was because of my roommate and Self Proclaimed No. 1 Fan, John Husisian. Needless to say, we hung out a lot. There is no way I could ever adequately thank him for his help and support!

The trip itself was difficult. Unfortunately, the night before I left Dallas I had to attend a late night governmental meeting as part of my job as a newspaper editor that lasted until 9 p.m. I had to get up at 4 a.m. Wednesday morning to get to Dallas to catch my flight, which was delayed and bumpy of stormy weather. I barely made my connection in Denver. I was feeling pretty bad by the time I got to Spokane.

I recovered somewhat overnight and attended the first session of the World Science Fiction Society Business Meeting Thursday. My main concern was to help the Hugo nomination reform proposals – 4/6, and E Pluribus Hugo – move forward. They were approved to be acted on later, and I was satisfied they would ultimately pass – which they did. As someone who was got entangled over the exploitation of the existing rules for Hugo nominations this year, I feel some reform is certainly needed.

My reading later on Thursday went very well – a half dozen people heard me read “Great White Ship” and they all enjoyed it. In light of how I had been ostracized and vilified by the Puppy Kickers, I would not have been surprised if no one showed up.

Friday my signing in the dealers room was pleasant – not many people, the greatest number to get me to sign copies of the “Ray Gun Chronicles” anthology. I sat next to Rick Wilber – who beat me out for the Sidewise Award in 2013 – and had a nice chat.

My kaffeeklatsch later the same day had a small group, three people, but we had a great time. I then spent three hours in a writers circle helping critique stories with Eric James Stone and Fonda Lee. All three aspiring writers submitted good stories that were a pleasure to read.

About the pre- and post-Hugo reception, and the ceremony itself, the less said here the better. I’ve held forth on that fiasco on Facebook.

People who I met at Sasquan I had never met in person included James Van Pelt, at the Fairwood Press table; Mike Resnick - who commended me for still being alive and intact in the wake of the Puppy Kicker mob; Karen Junker; Starshadow ; Ken Burnside, who shared a lunch my myself and Karen Junker; Eric James Stone, Wendy Delmater Thies, Kary English; Mike Glyer and Bradley Cozzens.

Old chums and acquaintance I met again included Alex Shvartsman; William Ledbetter; Brad Foster; Rachael Acks; David Marusek; Rick Wilber; John and L. Jagi Lamplighter Wright; Eric Flint; Kevin J. Anderson Rebecca Moesta; Tully D. Roberts, and Toni Weisskopf.

Of course, my Number One Fan John Alexander Husisian was my guest at the Hugo ceremony and reception afterwards - the "real" one, not George "Rolls Royce" Martin's private soiree.

There were a number of people who I'd met before who I avoided, either because I didn't know if they would snub me because I had been publicly identified as a Sad Puppy, or I didn't want them to get in trouble because they were seen talking to me.

Special mention goes to Gerald Blackwell, who I met at Ravencon in Richmond, Virginia, in April. He drove all the way from the East Coast!!!

Overall, I’m glad I went, but it wasn’t nearly as much fun as it could have been. The ways things ended – with the No Award revenge slate triumphing over the nominations in five categories – was certainly a case of overplaying one’s hand.

To paraphrase Thomas Jefferson, “We hold these goofs to be self-evident.”


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

George R. R. Martin thinks I’m an asshole

George R.R. Martin has posted a long-winded history of “his” Hugo Loser’s Party, leading up to his explanation of why he decided to throw an invite-only private party at a rented historic mansion in Spokane last Saturday.

His rationale boils down to:

1. I’m rich and I can; and

2. I didn’t want to rub elbows with the riff-raff.

I ran into George at the “official” reception, and asked him about a non-Hugo related subject, an article I did last spring regarding his donation of a rare first edition of “The Hobbit” to the Texas AQ&M University Library System. He essentially blew me off; I realize now he was only there to find his chums and hand them the private invites. Of course, I had no idea what he was up to. And of course, he didn’t stop to hand me an invite. But I mean, if you read his blog post – I hardly think I would have been happy there.

In his blog post, at one point he says:

“Some who were not invited. NO ASSHOLES, the invite warned. We had a small list, and no, I won't tell you the names on it... but we wanted this party to be about joy and celebration and togetherness…”

Jeez, George, I may not be the smartest kid in class, but it’s easy to tell my name was on your Asshole list. You know what? At least I didn’t forget my working class roots.

Over the years, people have made up cute little explanations of what “R.R.” stands for. “Railroad” is one; thanks to your proclivity for writing sexual violence into your fantasy sagas, “Rape. Rape” has become another one.

Now I see they stand for “Rolls Royce”. Despite your sanctimonious protestations of being “just a fan who wants to have fun”, in the end you’re just another rich snob.

If I live to be 100 and die with a billion dollars in the bank (highly unlikely) I will never betray my working class roots like you did.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Setting the record straight

Some people have said I'm mad because David Gerrold snubbed me at Sasquan. That's not true - I'm not mad that he snubbed me, because he didn't.

He did offer to buy me a beer, but that I guess was little more than a rhetorical flourish. I'm sure he was very busy. It think it would have made a great photo, the pair of us quaffing brews - it might have even helped show some kind of reconciliation was possible. A missed opportunity, perhaps?

Bumping into him in the hallway outside an elevator, I absent-mindedly and rather spontaneously went to shake his hand. He refused, saying "I may have accepted your apology, but I haven't forgiven you." Realizing my faux pas, I turned tail and took off.

That's not a snub, that's him exercising his personal rights. He doesn't have to be nice to me, and he wasn't rude, just firm. I may have other complaints about how some things were done, but a beer and handshake weren't two of them.

Some of the usual suspects have claimed I denied being a Sad Puppy. That's a lie.

I was not an organizer, but I accepted Sad Puppy support. In retrospect, that was a mistake, but hindsight is 20/20. I would not renounce the Puppies because I would not be bullied, and it would seem I was denying the credibility of my work. Both my short story and book were good - perhaps not award winning, but that's always a valid estimation.

But I think it's the height of arrogance to expect someone to abase himself in the way the Puppy Kickers wanted.

It IS true that I will not participate in Sad Puppies 4, and I think it's a bad idea, but you know what? I can't tell other people what to do. If some of the Puppy Kickers learned that simple truth, a lot of the animosity generated this year could have been avoided.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Back from Sasquan

I've returned home from Spokane and the Hugo Awards ceremony, also known as (with a nod to Joan Baez and also The Band) The Night They Burned the Hugos Down.

Some thoughts:

The usual suspects proved Larry Correia right as he claimed they were a tight inbred little social clique, by the way they reacted to the Sad Puppies. George R.R. Martin's private invite-only "real" post-Hugo reception at an expensive rented historic mansion certainly clinched that.

They proved Vox Day right when they nuked five of the most important Hugo categories rather than let "the wrong kind of people" win them. He said they'd do that all along, destroying the credibility of the award, and they did.

They proved Lou J Berger wrong as he handed his "We are all fans" ribbons at Sasquan. No, we're obviously not, and the people who cheered for No Awards at the Hugo ceremony proved that. I threw Berger's ribbon in the trash as I left the hotel, along with all the others and my badge. No reason to bring home bad memories.

Yes, you literary snobs, you got what you wanted. Happy now? Feel better? Wonderful.

Rather than run the risk of rubbing elbows with any undesirables at the Hugo Losers Party, George R.R. Martin rented a historic Spokane mansion Saturday for his private party. For a poor kid from Bayonne, he sure grew up to be a rich snob,didn't he?

The official Sasquan post-Hugo reception was labeled "The Lamest Hugo Reception Ever" on the ticket while the private soiree hosted by George R.R. Martin was called "The One True Hugo Losers Party". Pretty clear message, huh? Were there actually any Hugo losers at George's private bash? I certainly didn't get an invite.

Oh, to set the record straight about that letter I wrote to the Spokane Police Chief:

It was a personal letter expressing fears I had. It was not a report, formal or otherwise; it was not a complaint. People who state I filed a false police report or complaint to the Spokane Police Department are lying.

If I could be charged with filing a false police report, as they suggest, then I will make another stupid countercharge back that they tried to interfere with a police investigation, or report. Those are also crimes. Of course, all of these are bullshit.

The use of the term "swatting" is, of course, ludicrous. However, I'm sure had any Sad Puppies won any Hugos Saturday night, a bomb threat would have cleared out the performance hall in ten minutes.


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