Speaking as someone who does a fair bit of reviewing and occasionally writes for an ezine filled with people steeped in academia, I often feel the same way. I'm always worrying that I'm not being "insightful" enough or that I don't know the correct language to properly discuss a particular theme. I find it helps to remind myself that, at the end of the day, I don't really want to be an academic or write in that environment (or have to force myself to learn that unfathomable prose), and that it's far better to work on something I enjoy doing rather than making myself miserable slaving away on something just to sate my insecurities or gain the approval of some imaginary person I don’t care about.
i feel dumb because i write fiction instead of theory or critical work
There’s a line in George Orwell’s 1946 essay “In Defence of P. G. Wodehouse” where, in the course of discussing how Wodehouse’s work hewed closer to a fantasy Edwardian England than a fantasy interwar Britain, he wrote “...and Bertie Wooster, if he did exist, was killed in 1915.” That line has always haunted me in a way, and I believe that both for his good and our own, Bertie should always be kept far away from the horrors of the Great War.
Welp, this is it, the final episode of Selector Infected WIXOSS. Time to ride into the Valley of Death one final time, bottle of Jack in my left hand, loaded gun in my right.
Topics include: WIXOSS FINALE!; Real anime club experiences; banned from the library for tiddy; legit weeb cred; hashtag blessed; weird shot of Ruuko’s clothed ass; Iona’s reaction to Ruuko emailing her; Yuzuki and Mayu both don’t know shit; incoming Madoka shit; DUBS VS. SUBS; LRIG wish consent; Hitoe the tough weenie; breaking down the Ruuko mom scene; explode with WIXOSS energy; Japanese immigration; Epic Bacon Girl Ruuko; Izanami from Persona 4; Iona’s fan event; the card texts in the Yugioh anime; Ulith’s dub lines; the opening theme of the final episode; killing yourself for your friends is the most beautiful thing; Ruuko Nukes; Ulith and Tama DBZ shit; analyzing the Ulith bloody mouth scene; reinforcing each other’s sexual pathologies; Black Desire; White Hope; should’ve memorized every line of the oath; dueling wishes; battling with you forever; Transmediacrity defeated; Simoun sucks; news stuff.
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Alternate title: “Ideology, A Triptych”
Paris during the 1937 International Expo
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Not only that, but if you don’t enjoy the podcast you’re probably a prokaryotic organism.
If you’ve never listened to an anime club podcast please try to listen to the Wixoss podcast. I know Betterman was definitely a hard sell, but Wixoss rules.
But also go back and listen to the Betterman podcast sometime. If you don’t I guarantee your T-Cells are fucking weak,
ME when I see wasted character arc potential
This is distressingly on-point. You should share that demo tape with me sometime, @coppermarigolds.
I heard @coppermarigolds wrote an eight verse song about #kuvira ?????
My go-to source for the history of scientific romances is Brian Stableford’s 1985 book Scientific Romance in Britain 1890-1950. (While long out of print, this book is worth its weight in gold.) In Stableford’s account, scientific romances are very much the products of the environment they evolved from. Before the 1890s, publishing in Britain was divided into two rigid categories. On the “respectable” side were the great triple-decker novels, conservative in both style and content, and physically inaccessible to anyone who wasn’t wealthy or who didn’t have access to a circulating library. On the less reputable side were, of course, the penny dreadfuls; cheap to make, quick to read, easy to forget, and not that well-written. Scientific romances (and to a certain extent modern sf) tend to work best in the range between short stories, novellas, and single novels; long enough to properly extrapolate from a central idea, but not so long as to wear out their welcome. It was only at the end of the 19th century, with the decline of the triple-decker, the rise of a literate middle class, publications that catered to them, and of writers that could comfortably support themselves writing for this new audience, that scientific romances had the space and opportunity to emerge. Naturally, this was a different class of writers with different influences that those who had written the gothic works from earlier in the century, so scientific romances evolved in both style and content in a much different direction. (As an example, scientists in 19th-century Britain had a unique tradition of penning essays to explain their theories and their significance to a more general audience, a tendency that was absorbed wholeheartedly into the scientific romance, to the point that both scientists and novelists tried their hands at both essays and stories every so often.)
I was thinking about the literature of 1897 and it got me thinking about the Scientific Romances and how they differ from the Gothic Romances or Gothic Horrors of the age. Clearly, there is some overlap and Frankenstein (much earlier but still relevant) crosses those borders many time without showing a passport for either but by the late 19th you couldn't really compare say 'The War of the Worlds' to 'Dracula'. Where did they diverge so wildly? Or did they?
That’s a really good point, and I’m sorry I took so long to get to this question! Arguably, Frankenstein himself brings this up- he started out reading ancient mystic texts and moved to more scientific ones later- but I guess there started to be a clearer divide between what we’d call fantasy and what we’d call science fiction as science itself became better known. You could probably write gothic science fiction in the mode of Asimov, where the science is there to set up philosophical and psychological issues- I’d certainly read about the drama between robot heirs to their creators’ estate and legacy- but the divide certainly feels there. Returning to H. G. Welles, maybe The Invisible Man is the midpoint? Or maybe it’s when “scientist” became a common enough profession to not seem mysterious? Any followers with ideas on this subject, help me out here!
Surprisingly often, to be honest.
You ever just... yell about #star trek the next generation??
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