I was talking about having recently digested Neil Bostrom’s Superintelligence: paths, Dangers, Strategies with my friend Erica Satifka and she mentioned, “Reminds me of Roku’s Basilisk,” to which I said.
“What’s that?”
I’m not going to tell you what she told me, you’ll have to google it yourself or preferably read my story.
The Gorgon is an idea story, but written in the modern way, where the idea is basically a kind of casting call for the characters and plot to compliment the idea.
Not the characters and plot to dress the idea up in a thin layer of prose, you see. That’s the old way.
One of the things about the old way was the casting process. Who will reveal this idea? Some guys like me and the readers. White. Middle-class. American. Boom. There’s your story. You’re welcome.
Some of these old fans are now, frankly, pissed, when a story’s POV is, say, a woman.
“What about this story requires the POV to be a woman?” They sometimes say. Innocently. Not Getting It.
What about a story requires POV be a man… they don’t ask, because that was the default. Why are you shifting the default? Some ask innocently; mostly, now, this is followed by something about SJWs and Virtue Signaling.
Anyway. Nowadays, when I do my mental casting call for the story, the usual effortless white male het cis middle class dudes all show up…. but I try to search the crowd for someone more interesting.
There’s two ways that someone more diverse can be interesting.
One, their diversity echoes some metaphorical subtext you are working with.
Two. It doesn’t.
When it doesn’t, you’ve flipped the default… just because. Because fuck the default.
So this was an idea story… and here’s the spoiler alert.
I made the characters presumably white middle class… bisexual / pansexual though neither character overtly identifies as either.
I have compassion for both these characters, one loosely based on a guy I worked with in the tech bubble, the other a friend who worries about being a sociopath. Mixed with other people blah blah blah, you know, standard drill, these aren’t direct portrayals but there are real things in here.
Where did these character’s sexuality come from? Am I virtue signaling?
No, because these characters aren’t model citizens. One is casually racist; one is unreadable, as everything he says he says to manipulate.
Am I saying that sexual minorities are sociopaths and racists? No.
The idea story casting call required these types, these kinds of people. But I let diverse characters be cast anyway.
When both my kids came out as GLBTQ my family made the conscious choice to seek out more friendships and relationships with potential role models. These minorities became part of my internal landscape through a thousand meetings and stories and books. So they emerge in my stories, more often than the one in ten rate that one might expect, were fiction to be a demographic mirror.
Am I allowed, with my identity, to portray a diverse character negatively? That’s the issue isn’t it? Do I reveal hidden and implicit bias by doing so? Or, have I reached a place where my diverse characters are no longer cardboard model minorities, GBLTQ BFFS, and other assorted forms of window dressing?
I don’t know. I don’t get to know. Seems like I gotta do it though.
If you’re a spec fic writer, who seeks to write about Others like aliens, fairies, ghosts, AIs, seems like you oughta be able to write women, POC and GLBTQ beforehand. I mean. If you won’t investigate and portray the variety of lived experience within your own species…
Anyway. Hope you like the story. I run the risk of alienating old fans with the flipped default, and new fans, with the non-model-minority portrayal. The only way out of the box is to do a very good job. Do it right.
Hopefully I managed that. Asimov’s thought I did. So I’m going to keep trying. Keep flicking away from the default. Trying my best.
That’s the idea.
I really enjoyed this story, and this blog really enriched my experience with your piece. Great work.
Thanks!
Spec Fic is an interesting moment. (Google Sad Puppies Hugo Awards if you want to crawl around in the huge horrible mess.) Spec fic has _always_ been political; thinking about other universes, made up or imagined futures, invariably evokes political questions and answers. Older fans forget this. They forget that the deep ecology of Dune, the racial harmony of Star Trek was always political. The good old days were a left right shit show, too, with writers splitting on the Viet Nam war, for example, taking out full page ads in big magazines to stake out their stands.
The controversy about who our characters are, and who gets to write those characters, has grown white hot in the last few years. I’m a late bloomer, and hysterically enough, I am arising in a time and place that is, justifiably, absolutely sick to death of my demographic. My family situation and love of the genre and late career, (both my high tech one and my writing one) push me toward a Gen X or millennial view point, as my kids immerse me in GLBTQ stuff, but my heaviest reading plants me firmly in the 60s, 70s, 80s, in many ways; my voice is informed heavily by writers who are now oten fast on their way to becoming unpeople.
So I’m a freak, if still a privileged one. My fundamental personality was forged in middle-school where I was bulled for being gay (hey, my name Jay, rhymes with gay! Proof positive) and for being a Nerd. But fifteen years later white dudes in board rooms threw money at me and I was happily het-cis-married-with-two presumably default infants.
For a few years…
Then, 911, and I’m earning below the poverty line. And kinda despised for being one of the boomers that wrecked the world.
With the two cool kids.
Living in a SF universe. Selling these stories.
What a world! What a world!
I listened to this story on Asimov’s fiction podcast. I had not previously read any of Jay’s stories. I will now, as I found the story captivating. It slowly cranked up the suspense and dark feel, and I couldn’t put it down. And I loved the twist and how the main character was recruited/turned over the course of the story.
I highly recommend it, and will seek out more of Jay O’Connell’s writing