The Magic of Star Trek and the Danger of Despair

I went to go see Into Darkness today. I dragged the Minion along. She seemed to enjoy it, but not being the inveterate Trekkie she ought to be – a shortcoming for which I, as senior nerd, must take full responsibility – she missed some of the more subtle nods to the fans.

I’m going to be remedying that shortly, and not just because I’m one of those crazy fans who forces people to watch/read things they care nothing about. Star Trek is culturally significant. It’s something people should know about. I’ve recently been thinking a lot about the idea of cultural literacy, thanks to a series of research projects, and while I can’t agree with the high-culture definition that would require every student to read Grapes of Wrath and like it, I do strongly believe that the modern culture of Justin Bieber and Twilight, Kardashians and Honey Boo Boo is dangerously limited, shallow, restrictive.

That culture is cynical and jaded, yet somehow simultaneously arrogant. It denies the possibility that anything can be learned from the classics of the past, claiming that this is the greatest generation, and at the same time paints the future as a backdrop from Terminator, Mad Max, World War Z, The Hunger Games, Neuromancer, After Earth… Even a children’s movie like WALL-E depicts a miserable, hopeless, corrupt humanity. Cautionary tales are well and good, but there has to be an alternative vision, something to work toward as we avoid dystopia.

There are very, very few DOs amid the long list of DON’Ts.

Star Trek is one of those rare DOs.

Gene Roddenberry constructed a world viewers could want. He brought together a multiethnic, multinational crew in an era of lynchings and cold war. He put women on the bridge and later in the captain’s chair when most were still firmly stationed in front of the stove. In his world, the planet Earth has peace and equality, a stable economy, places to go when overpopulation reaches a tipping point, and effective medicine.

There is conflict, obviously. A good story must have conflict, some enemy to be defeated. But in Star Trek, the enemy is almost always external. The good guy is not the underdog, fighting off oppressive governments; the good guy is backed by one of the most powerful organizations in the galaxy. The bad guy is the Klingons, or the Romulans, or the Borg, or some rogue Starfleet officer who most emphatically does not represent humanity at large. The vast majority of characters we meet are the good guys, because goodness is the default. Often, conflict is simply a matter of misunderstanding, culture clash, failure to communicate. Alliances can be formed, friendships forged. Nonviolent solutions are preferable, and one is usually available. We are brought to confront our dark side, but instead of embracing it for the sake of survival, we must reject it to thrive.

It should not be difficult to see why this is important.

There is much talk about saving the world. Ending hunger, poverty, oppression. Using technology to improve the lives of the underprivileged. Fixing things, fixing people. But the dystopian fad is robbing us of our model. It has become fashionable to disregard or deny the impact fiction has on our perceptions, but constant exposure to any idea desensitizes and, with enough time, renders that idea the norm. In 1968, Plato’s Stepchildren was greeted with shock and disgust as the first interracial kiss on American television. Put the same scene on television now, and people might laugh at the campy effects, but no one will bat an eye at the kiss. We’ve seen enough of it that it’s normal. I would argue that’s a good thing.

But imagine an entire generation convinced that despair is the norm, that corruption and greed are the default, that goodness and courage are traits of the select few, and that if humanity even survives the next hundred years, it will be as a beaten, haggard remnant of some apocalyptic war.

I don’t know about everyone else out to save the world, but I want to be able to see what I’m working toward. I don’t want to be confronted at every turn with my own fictional failure. It hurts. It hurts me, and it hurts our culture to be bombarded with these messages of dystopia.

For me, Star Trek is more than entertainment; it is hope.

My professor is the archetype.

I’m sure you know the sort – engaging, enthusiastic, knowledgeable about virtually everything, full of stories and anecdotes, personable and yet professional. He appears in every movie that portrays education professionals in a positive light. Indiana Jones, John Keating, and (laugh at me if you must) Rupert Giles. Simultaneously intellectual and completely badass, a combination that is becoming ever scarcer both in fiction and in reality.

Doctor C is the Professor of cinema, that rare specimen who has actually done years of what he teaches and has the experience to criticise the conventions of his own bailiwick. He has the demeanour, the enthusiasm, the knowledge, the stories… All he lacks is the requisite tweed, which I suspect is solely the fault of the local climate.

I’ve taken statistics and action research under him this semester, both subjects in which I admittedly held limited interest until Doctor C exploded in a sforzando of linear regression analysis and research cycles, crushing any possibility of apathy. He has been extraordinary, a confluence of intellect and charisma and aggressive pedagogical passion. There need to be more like him in higher education.

I have no reason to suppose that Doctor C reads this blog, and no reason to suppose that anyone who does read it will ever come into contact with him, but if anyone does, I dare you to propose to him that ‘those who can’t do teach.’ Like a certain Doctor of my own invention, I suspect he’d take your head off. Politely.

Suddenly crafty

I have suddenly and unexpectedly become crafty again. It had been almost a year since I last did anything particularly creative – other than writing, of course. Now, all of a sudden, I’m making things again, and it feels great.

I picked up some double-point needles and am putting together a pair of half-finger gloves in this deliciously soft lavender-ice woolly lace yarn. I grieve, because the rest of my knittery is still in storage, or I wouldn’t have bought another set of double-points.

I also dug up the belt sander and the circular saw and my collection of cheapo woodworking tools, and I’m making stakes. Yep, stakes. The plan is to have a bunch of them to sell at Aggiecon next year, assuming I can grab myself a table. The plan is also to set up an Etsy store and sell vampire-slaying kits. I had several people ask about mine this last Aggiecon, and a few expressed interest in having kits of their own.

My full kit currently includes stakes, bottles of garlic powder sealed with wax, some little crosses and larger crosses (naturally), baggies of salt and rice, and a slayer’s manual I’ve been working on for some years. The manual will probably be up for sale eventually – I started work on it before I had really fleshed out my Lost Knowledge mythology, and I’d rather have one that fits in with that.

More ideas for niftier kits are welcome, of course!

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They’re incomplete, at the moment. I’m going to carve up the shaft of the third one, sand them down a bit, stain them dark, and wrap the grips with wax thread.

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The one on the left is my current favorite, but it resulted in a bruised palm and a pretty big chunk out of my thumb.

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The photo unfortunately doesn’t capture the color of the yarn. That’s a real shame, because it’s truly beautiful!

 

Statistics class learns you things.

But clearly, not grammar.

So, because it made sense to do so, I ran a full-blown analysis of various social-media data plus book sales to see what was doing me good and what wasn’t.

I tracked my blog views, change in number of Twitter followers, Twitter interactions, and book sales for thirty days, crunched my numbers, and found out some weird stuff.

There was barely any correlation between any of my variables, but while I did have a tiny positive correlation between my Twitter data and my sales, there was a negative correlation between blog views and sales. So, the more people looked at my blog, the less likely I was to sell books that day.

I thought about reconsidering my content, posting more regularly, engaging a broader audience, tagging my posts more carefully, etc. Then I realized this isn’t my fault at all! It’s you crazy people who are viewing my blog! Yes, totally your fault.

Bah. I’m moving to Tumblr!

(But seriously, feedback would be good. I’m always looking to improve, and if anyone happens to have suggestions for interesting posts, improved layout, or missing information, I’m all ears.)

Redoing my covers!

I am indeed redoing my covers! I suppose there just came a point at which I realized that covers in a series ought to match, somewhat. And since I’ve been working long and hard at figuring out that artsy-fartsy software, it seemed there was no better time!

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 They will ultimately be a bit more uniform – some of the fonts and sizes don’t quite match, but that’s easy enough to fix.

The new covers can already be found on the digital copies at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Smashwords. (I anticipate a delay as it goes out to iBooks, Kobo, etc. Fortunately, I can use that time to get my paperback covers in order.)

Giving away two copies of The Wailing via Goodreads! (Crosspost)

Crossposted from The Books of Lost Knowledge

Bet you didn’t see that coming!

My birthday is approaching (not especially quickly, but I like to plan ahead), so in grand old Shire tradition, I’ve decided to give away some books.

You can enter via Goodreads for paperback copies of the first Book of Lost Knowledge, The Wailing.

As indicated in the widget, winners will be selected via random algorithm by Goodreads on May 31.

Best of luck!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

The Wailing by M.R. Graham

The Wailing

by M.R. Graham

Giveaway ends May 31, 2013.

See the giveaway details
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The Medium: A Book of Lost Knowledge (Crosspost)

Crossposted from The Books of Lost Knowledge

the medium temp textureThings are coming along. At this point, I can (conservatively), predict that the next Book of Lost Knowledge will be appearing in print 31 October 2013. I hate sticking to dates, though, and if it’s ready sooner, it will be out sooner.

It also has a title, a subseries title, a provisional cover (although I do sort of like the stark simplicity), and a Goodreads page.

So, without further ado, I present The Medium (Liminality: Book 1).

Lenny was good at teaching physics. He was good at fixing cars, making friends, keeping his head down, and not attracting attention. He was good at being a medium, helping spirits pass beyond the Veil – but as a vampire, he was always a bit of a joke.

All it takes is a drink in a hotel bar, a stumble into the wrong place at the wrong time, to run him afoul of Sebastian Duran, a lunatic who controls other people’s minds better than he can control his own. Torn away from everything he knows, trapped and starved and under constant mental assault, poor Lenny is forced to confront his own potential for monstrosity.

Wizards, cowboys, knights, and friends may not be enough to save his mind from destruction.

Consequently, the page formerly titled The Sparrow’s Fall has been renamed and updated with the blurb and provisional cover. It has also been relocated under the Liminality page, for ease of navigation.

Good grief, I’m getting excited!

A Prescription for Delirium by Noree Cosper – Book Tour Guest Post!

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Today, I have the honor of hosting a blog tour stop for Noree Cosper, author of A Prescription for Deliriumbook one of the Van Helsing Organization Series. When it comes to research and history, Noree is just a little bit mind-boggling, and she’s kindly agreed to share some observations on Vlad Tepes, the historical Dracula.

Bram Stoker partially based his Dracula off the historical figure of Vlad Tepes. Stoker combined possible references to the historical Dracula, Slavic folklore about vampirism, and the modern vampire. It’s no wonder, considering some of the monstrous acts Vlad Tepes committed. His name, after all, means Vlad the Impaler. So, who was he?

To us vampire fans, he is the ultimate fiend, the trendsetter. To the Romanian people, he is a folk hero who fought against the Turks and their oppression.  To other, he was a tyrant.

Vlad Tepes was born sometime in 1430 to Vlad Dracul of the Order of the Dragon, a Christian brotherhood dedicated to fighting the Turks. He was claimant to the throne of Wallachia, part of Romanian located south of the Transylvanian Alps. That’s right, though he was born in Transylvania, he actually was prince of another region. When he was just a child, his father entered a truce with the Turks and had Vlad and Radu, one of his other sons, remain with the sultan as part of the pact. This had a major impact on Vlad. While he took the time to learn the Turkish language and customs, his treatment caused a deep cynicism and Machiavellian outlook. It drove him to seek revenge from anyone who wronged him.

His first act of revenge was after his father and one of his brothers were killed with the help of the ruling families of Wallachia. After fight and regaining his throne, he arrested the nobles of Wallachia and impaled the older members outside of his castle. This was the first incident and why he was named Vlad the Impaler. He forced those who were still fit to build his new outpost overlooking the Anges River.

Tales about his cruelty spread, though his reign (off and on) was very short. Impaling wasn’t his only method. He also employed torture, mutilation, and burning alive. No one was safe, but a majority of his victims came from nobles and merchants of Transylvania and Wallachia. These atrocities were Vlad’s attempt to enforce his own moral code on his country. In his eyes, these were murderers, thieves, and those who preyed upon Wallachia. There is one tale where he invited the disabled, poor, and vagabonds to a great feast. He asked if they preferred this to not working and they said yes. So, he locked them in the building and burned it down. He said that Romania should not suffer those who didn’t do their part and now they were no longer poor or hungry.

Vlad continued to fight the Turks until his death at the hands of an assassin in December, 1476. For this, the Romanian people loved him. However, his actions sparked one of the most famous monsters of all time. I think we like to create creatures like vampires to hide the fact that humans can be the most monstrous of all.

She also risked life and limb to interview Marge Devereaux, a very angry demon hunter with some serious issues and some serious skills. More about Marge can be found in A Prescription for Delirium.

Thank you for joining us today, Marge.

*Marge shrugs* Whatever. Gabby promised to pay me to be here. Let’s get this over with so I can get paid.

Where did you grow up?

In New Orleans, the Garden District.

What was your family life like?

On the surface, we were the perfect family. Rich, influential, respected. It was all a fucking lie of course. Before you open your mouth, I’m not getting deeper into it. You’re not my shrink. I don’t need to tell you anything.

In A Prescription for Delirium you like to use a lot of kicks. Can you tell us a little about your fighting style?

I know a little of other styles but I mostly focus on Taekwondo. It’s Korean martial art that emphasizes mostly on kicks and punches, pretty much why it’s called the way of the foot and the fist. I started learning it when I was thirteen and did some runs through some underground tournaments until I started hunting demons.

How long have you been hunting demons?

About two years.

How did you get started?

Well, I there’s this demon I need to find. At first I went to the psychic for help, but she was a useless fake. So, instead I found A Vodoun priestess who helped get me started.

Do you have any friends at all?

Why the fuck would I need friends? They’re just a liability, demon fodder, or they’ll to betray you later on. I have contacts that are useful a good distance away.

What is it that you think you offer to Gabby and the Van Helsings?

I’m willing to do what makes them sick to their stomach. I get answers.

Are you religious?

Nope.

Why not? You know demons exist.

Where is God in this world? Buddha? All is see is a shitty place full of pain and suffering.

Do you have any regrets?

That I exist. *crosses her arms* That I never got to deal with my father on my own terms.

A Prescription for Delirium is avalaible from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Smashwords.

Ninety years ago, Gabriella di Luca promised to protect the family of her dying lover. She failed to keep that promise.  She was too far away to stop the devil that murdered the eldest Van Helsing son. Years later, Gabby learns the devil has resurfaced. She arrives in Hampton, TX, determined to stop the devil before it can lay a bloody hand on the remaining three brothers.

However, madness is spreading through Hampton. She suspects the devil is using this madness to test a drug which has a side effect of demonic possession.  Gabby rushes to end the source of the madness only to fall victim to it. For a woman cursed with eternal life, dying is no threat. However, Gabby must stop the devil’s plot or risk losing her most precious possession: her mind.

And the reading list was flattened. Help!

I was keeping a reading list for a while (which was subsequently transferred to Goodreads and has been expanding ever since), and it got longer at AggieCon. I grabbed myself copies of Exophobe (D. Kenton Mellott) and the first book in the Morrigan’s Brood series (Christopher and Heather Poinsett Dunbar), and I’ll be scooping up Henry Melton’s work as my pocketbook allows. It is good to find new authors.

Unfortunately, the Masters degree comes first, and it’s term paper season once again. I swear, I’m cranking out more theses than Martin Luther. This semester, it’s education as a function of colonialism, plus a fun statistics portfolio and the importance of history in teaching science. Good stuff, but extremely time-consuming, and as much as I’m looking forward to reading this stuff, it may well have to wait until summer vacation.

So, blog followers (Blollowers?), I am shamelessly plugging other people’s work. If I can’t read it, by golly, someone else should!

Exophobe (D. Kenton Mellott)

Mr Mellott described this one to me as a comedic sci-fi romance adventure, so I’m guessing it has something for pretty much everyone. I was also warned about corny puns, but we all know corny puns are the best kind. Pick it up here for Kindle. It doesn’t have many reviews on Amazon or Goodreads, but the reviews it does have are glowing. Give it more.

From Amazon: “Blogger and part-time computer nerd Enoch Maarduk wants to make a million bucks — who doesn’t?
On Friday night — after telling his disappointed friends he was staying home instead of going out partying because he was exhausted from a bad day at work — Enoch comes up with his Great Idea.
Beings that live in the electromagnetic spectrum and can be invoked by high-tech, computer-guided, pentacles. Enoch posts his gazillion dollar fiction idea to his blog, to amuse his friends.
And then is visited the next day by a polyester-jacketed, gun-toting, guy who demands to know where Enoch got his information. Then some hot kung-fu mama shows up and chases that dude out the door.
A hot kung-fu mama from PHANTASM (Preventing Horrors And Nightmares Through Active Spectrum Monitoring), an agency tasked with watching the EM spectrum to make sure no one summons any electromagnetic entities to Earth.
Oh, crap…”

Morrigan’s Brood (Christopher and Heather Poinsett Dunbar)

The Morrigan’s Brood series explores legends of blood-drinkers from across the world, bringing history and myth together in a way I haven’t seen before. As stated, I haven’t read it yet, but I did have the pleasure of hearing an excerpt read aloud by one of the authors, and can strongly recommend the rich, flowing prose. Plus, as an anthropologist, I can’t help but geek out about culturally liminal proto-vampires and their transcontinental exploits. Grab it here.

From Goodreads: “Evil reigns throughout much of the western world in the mid sixth century. Following the collapse of the Roman Empire, a group of blood-drinkers called the Lamia begin the search for a long, lost relic that will restore power to the Roman Empire. After traveling much of the known world, the Lamia discover the relic’s location: Ireland. The Lamia invasion forces win a foothold on the Island of Eire and hasten their search for this most important relic.Standing in their way is an outcast Roman general from many ages before, a Briton who would rather tell bawdy jokes than fight, and a young woman who has found her newly acquired lands under siege by a manipulative Lamia seeking vengeance against his oldest foe. They are not alone.The Lamia are not the only blood-drinking line on earth. A race called the Deargh Du, who draw their lineage from the Goddess Morrigan, will rise up and face the challenges of those who would tip the balance.Join the Journey, the first in a series of stories revolving around the Deargh Du through the ages.”

Star Time (Henry Melton)

Leave it to Texans to survive the apocalypse in style. Seriously, there’s not much more I can say about this. Texas needs more love in literature, especially in fantasy and sci-fi, and the fantastic Mr. Melton knows Texas well. Grab it here.

From Goodreads: “It all starts here…The plan always worked for the bloodthirsty Cerik, whose battle-bred claws and muscles made them the uncontested top predator on scores of planets-the radiation pulse from the supernova would turn civilization on the blue-white globe below into chaos within days, making for easy prey. In Texas, in a wooden cabin where she’d hidden from regular humans since birth, telepathic Sharon Dae knew nothing could prevent humanity from becoming another tasty slave race-she’d read it plainly from the thoughts in the sky. A scout ship had crashed in her woods, but these alien Hunters would vaporize thousands just to keep any human prey from the fragments. She sensed a stranger, Abe Whiting nearby, hunting for debris with his computers and gadgets. Painfully, she realized she would have to learn how to lie and betray to get the prize away from him, even if she couldn’t escape the jaws of the Cerik herself. How could she know that this techno wizard would soon brave the collapse of the world, cobbling together fried scraps and pieces in an impossible rescue attempt for her, a strange white-haired trickster of a girl who slipped through his life for only one afternoon?It all starts here, the first installment of a multi-volume, multi-thousand year tale of human destiny from the mind of Henry Melton.”

Go forth and read, my blollower minions!