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Thursday, March 27, 2025

DISPATCHES FROM THE LAST DANGEROUS VISIONS: WAY-OUT WITH A.E. VAN VOGT


As the world gets more dangerous every day, I wonder about what makes stories dangerous? Ideas can certainly be dangerous. Without some kind of disturbance to the status quo, you don’t have a story. I guess it depends on how way-out it is . . .


THE TIME OF THE SKIN by A.E. Van Vogt


Alfred Elton Van Vogt is unknown to younger generations of sci-fi consumers, though his status as a SFWA Grandmaster has kept some of his works in print and on library shelves. I met him a few times and heard him speak at science fiction conventions back in the Seventies. Some background about him is in order.


He was shy and socially awkward like a lot of science fiction people. Definitely not “hip,” but called himself a “way-out writer.” He was a big influence on Philip K. Dick. George Clayton Johnson called him the greatest science fiction writer because of the originality of his ideas. He was one of the writers who created the “hard science” subgenre in the Golden Age of John W. Campbell’s Astounding Stories. I once heard him give a talk about bad LSD trips of young friends and his theories about where they came from.


Though Alien is considered to be inspired by his story “Black Destroyer” part of his novel Voyage of the Space Beagle--20th Century Fox paid him a $50,000 out-of-court settlement--the media hasn’t discovered him, yet. (Emily reminded me that another Space Beagle story "Discord in Scarlet" also inspired Alien and was part of the lawsuit.)



Using a technique developed for churning out pulp fiction, he wrote in 800 word blocks, and would free-associate to decide what would happen next, and how the story would end. He also used an “industrial timer” to wake himself up during his dream cycle to access his subconscious and incorporate it into his writing. This nice, clean-cut, old-fashioned, rational man backed himself into surrealism.


His stories get quite “way-out.”


Which brings us to “The Time of the Skin.” Harlan told him to “Write whatever you want.” It takes place in a spaceport, that’s very much like an airport (which have always been futuristic, and still are, and always will be). These are places where worlds come together, which is a dangerous situation. There are aliens, of course. The security men (no women, Van Vogt has some peculiar ideas about the differences between the sexes) have to deal with their vampiric existence and their predatory relationship with humans and can’t tell the aliens from their victims. Sounds like a set-up for a sci-fi/horror thriller, but we see things from the aliens’ point of view, and it takes some odd turns. The heroes are not triumphant, but the ending isn’t one of those where the monsters win or are shown to be available for a sequel. A kind of symbiosis is revealed. A spaceport is shown to be like an organ through which we and others flow, and mix.


I was a little disappointed at first. But I found myself thinking about it. Which is probably what Van Vogt intended.


There are parallels with the current concerns about immigration, but it was written decades ago . . .


Once again, the encounter with the other has transformative effects.  


I’m seeing some recurring themes.


 

Friday, March 21, 2025

CHICANONAUTICA FINDS XICANX FUTURISM COVERED



Chicanonautica helps announce the cover of Xicanx Futurism: Gritos for Tomorrow at La Bloga.


So grito like a mariachi:



For tomorrow:




All the way to Mars:

 


Because today’s satire is tomorrow’s business plan:


Thursday, March 13, 2025

DISPATCHES FROM THE LAST DANGEROUS VISIONS: LUSTING TO EAT THE HOLY UNIVERSE


Meanwhile, news from the White House sounds like dangerous visions. If they were written up as stories back in the day, would Harlan have bought them or rejected them as too bugfuck? Where could I get a hold of a time machine cheap? Do Trump’s executive orders deserve a special Hugo award?


But I digress . . .


THE GREAT FOREST LAWN CLEARANCE SALE–HURRY, LAST DAYS! Stephen Dedman


Besides aesthetic terrorism, I also believe in creative blasphemy. It’s the closest I come to having a religion, and the only path to enlightenment that makes sense to me. This story is chock full of the stuff. A way is found to bring back the dead, do they resurrect Jesus (not Chuy next door, that Jesus) and it goes horribly, and hilariously, wrong. And it’s not just an unbeliever putting down one of the world’s popular religions, trying hard not do a spoiler, the ending turns things around . . . Uh oh, what if it’s not a simple anti-religious tract? Too bad we don’t see more stuff like this. It’s fun. Why does religion have to be such a sacred cow?


INTERMEZZO 3: EVEN BEYOND OLYMPUS D.M. Rowles


Another one of these quickies. We used to call them short-shorts, but now they’re referred to as flash fiction. This one’s a fable about creation and oblivion. It could get heavy if you think too much about it. 



AFTER TASTE - Cecil Castellucci


Eating is a dangerous subject. Getting moralistic about the always violent act of assimilating living matter into yourself so you can survive gets touchy. The Aztecs considered plant and animal flesh to be the same substance. Life is all there is to eat, and we can’t not do it. The story starts like a space opera about a galactic food critic and goes beyond the expected light humor. Then there’s a take on sexual reproduction possible between different species—and it’s not consensual. Every contact leaves a residue. Experiencing the unknown changes you. A galactic civilization—and the coming together of different worlds—would not be like in commercial space operas where humans in the far future behave just like us, except in fresh costumes. We are what we eat. The universe is stranger that we can imagine. Cultural fusion, like nuclear, releases a lot of energy. Bravo Castellucci!


Gets me thinking about conceptual mayhem for my great science fiction bullfighting novel, but that’s a whole other chingadera . . .


LEVELED BEST Steve Herbst


A variation on Vonnegut’s “Harrison Bergeron” without the humor. This time it’s intellectual equality that’s being enforced. The destruction of the narrator’s mind and ability to use language is truly horrific. And we now live in a society that the thinks being smart is an abomination, and dystopias and considered proper amusements for teenage girls. Maybe some humor would help.


Meanwhile, the news from Washington D.C. is dystopian with a strong chance of getting apocalyptic. Funny in a blasphemous, alien way.


And there’s a lot more to come . . .


Thursday, March 6, 2025

CHICANONAUTICA CATCHES EVERYBODY REDRAWING THE MAPS


Chicanonautica is all about global transmogrification, at La Bloga.


It’s because of some kind of emergency (or two or three):



So maps are being redrawn:



Guerrilla worldbuilding is in order:




Because powerful people have visions of their own: