As a 1930s wife, I am
Heh. Figures. During one of our walks, Eric and I determined that we’re fairly bohemian in our lifestyle. Which means not very respectable by 1930 standards. Probably not very respectable by 00 standards either, but tough-kitty-toenails to convention.
I’m rather looking forward to downloading Firefox 3. That puts me in a category of subgeek that would gather funny looks from normal people and sneers from educated geeks. *shrug*
Went back to work on Model Species yesterday. Trying to keep up with some reading and artistic stuff as well. I haven’t drawn in a while and it was good to do so today. Unfortunately, as far as the visual arts are concerned, my vision usually exceeds my abilities. With a sketch done, I haven’t decided whether I want to fiddle with paints and pastels or scan it and fiddle with it in GIMP. Probably will scan it, then ruin it with paints.
Book #9 – Enemy Mine (and The Talman and essays) by Barry B. Longyear
This is a reread. Well, at least I think it is. I’m pretty sure I read Enemy Mine back in high school or thereabouts. But I don’t remember it being what I finished reading this morning. It could be that my memories of the movie are overriding the book, or it could be that, since this version of Enemy Mine is a “director’s cut”, it is substantially changed and isn’t much like what I read before. Probably a combination of all three factors.
Anyway, since I’ve been contemplating religion within the Weordan world, I figured I’d take a look at how Longyear had done it in Enemy Mine. As a bonus, the copy of EM I have is included in a weighty omnibus that includes two other novels set in the same universe, some essays by Longyear, and what he had worked out for the Drac’s holy book, the Talman. Did I learn much? Mmm… I learned that Longyear is very much a writer of his time. The Drac’s are us, really, not something entirely alien. That’s okay. The populations of Weordan are us too, only not very alien at all. But what Longyear does with the religion sort of preempts the Drac culture. It comes first, not the other way around which it how religions seem to me. When I consider writing the myths and holy anecdotes of Weordan, I find it hard not to ask why such a story might have come about. What was there first that created the myth? If I appropriate my “Egyptian” girl into Weordan, what does that say about the history of the world? How many worm cans do I open if I make that part of the world’s mytho-history?
I still maintain that anyone who thinks world building is fun isn’t doing it right…