Unfortunately for me, I spent more time this year writing and editing than I did reading. But I did have two rewarding reading-related projects. First, I wanted to indulge in the stakes-free popular literature. So I read all the George R.R. Martin books. Mmm hmm. They are honestly pretty great, like chocolate milkshakes, although I started Kindle-highlighting references to rape at a certain point around book three — I think that one's the rapiest? — and it really gets ya down. What is the deal? He thinks about rape more than Andrea Dworkin! I really didn't agree, in the end, with Daniel Mendelsohn's fascinating essay on the topic of Game of Thrones. I mean, open that link up, and apple-F "Brienne," and apple-F "rape," and... nothing??? You can't get to "remarkable feminist epic" without passing those stations of the sexist cross. There's also a question about the series overall that's the "show your work" problem, as in, I don't really care about the efforts of the math problem you had to do, I mostly want to see the solution to the math problem. In this case that means: Are we still reading prologue? Have we just read several thousand pages that actually don't matter? Maaaybe. In this vein I also read the James Franco book Actors Anonymous and the very silly Dave Eggers book, The Circle. That would make a really good cartoon television show maybe. With a laughtrack. What a silly book! I read it so fast, I basically couldn't stop. Milkshake! My other project was... Catching Up With The Kids. This is a thing you have to do consciously as you start to get older, particularly if you don't teach. So, I read a Tao Lin book! (Taipei, obviously.) I read/engaged with the works of Amanda Hugginkiss Steve Roggenbuck and "Marie Calloway." I am currently reading the manuscript of the forthcoming book by the proprietor of Pitchfork Reviews Reviews, who is or is not named David Shapiro, and it is pretty terrific so far. I like this vein of writing, though not as much as the other young people do. I have already read the New Narrative writers and Dennis Cooper and all that flat affectless 90s jazz and though all the youngs are certainly bringing something new to the table, I don't think it's particularly innovative to go all in for this mode. Also, narcissism as an art form is eminently boring. I am ready for something more than people writing I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I. Anyway I am starting to re-read Rebecca Brown's The Terrible Girls, which has just been reissued! It's already the best book I've read all year. Every emo youngster should read this, it is where their contemporary literature came from! Every time someone clicks on Thought Catalog, a Rebecca Brown reader should auto-download! More from A Year in Reading 2013 Don't miss: A Year in Reading 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005 The good stuff: The Millions' Notable articles The motherlode: The Millions' Books and Reviews Like what you see? Learn about 5 insanely easy ways to Support The Millions, and follow The Millions on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr.
In the science fiction and fantasy worlds, there are acclaimed and famous and award-winning writers that aren't really famous in the slightest. (It's like "famous blogger" or "famous literary critic"; nobody has really heard of those jerks either.) Going deep in the world of SF creates a delightful, soothing feeling in a reading writer; it makes you forget all about what a small group of people think is the "real" world. In the SF world, when they refer to a writer as just "Egan," they still mean Greg, not Jennifer (or, I suppose, Timothy!). Each year, there are multiple "Best Of" collections. The Year's Best Science Fiction, edited by Gardner Dozois, put out its 29th annual this year. The Year's Best Science Fiction & Fantasy 2012 is the fourth annual. And Year's Best SF is up to number 17, having started in 1996. Over the last few years, as an attempt at an education, I have read nearly all of these collections. Year's Best SF 4, which I read this summer, was published in 1999, and it contained Ted Chiang's "Story of Your Life." This was Chiang's fourth published piece; the novella was originally published in a Tor anthology called Starlight 2. (It also appeared in Dozois-edited collection, and then a number of collections.) Ted Chiang is easy not to know. He has published, in the last 22 years, all of 15 pieces of fiction, as near as I can tell. Each of his stories are met with great enthusiasm, as you can tell from the tone of interviews with him. So, it was about a third of the way through a novella called "Story of Your Life" that I had to stop and find out who this writer was. I had vaguely figured it was a story by Nancy Kress, a sophisticated master who always crops up in these anthologies. The novella has intertwined paths, both narrated by the same woman. One strand is about learning the language of a race of aliens who've opened up a window of linguistic exchange; the other loop is about motherhood. Both are about time, and how new ideas can undermine or even reverse our accepted understandings, and one runs a bit backwards and one a bit forwards. It's a ridiculously audacious story, and it shouldn't work at all. After my first read, I stared into this story for a long time, trying to figure out how he did it. One of those ways was that Chiang's coolness and lack of ornamentation, one of his principle tactics, makes it all come together as something lush and real and easy to assume that the reader knows about far more than is on the page. Understatement can make for a quiet kind of absolute blockbuster. I've since gone on and read nearly all of his work, which includes, somehow, a kabbalistic steampunk novella -- and doesn't that sound ill-advised! -- a story about (quite literally) living with God, a retelling of the tower of Babel and, recently, "The Lifecycle of Software Objects," about the early days of trying to create artificial intelligence in capitalist virtual environments. Throughout all his work, though no more so than in "Story of Your Life," you can feel his months of removing sentences from his stories. Perhaps that he writes so little does something good for him, or maybe it's just that he doesn't write enough. More from A Year in Reading 2012 Don't miss: A Year in Reading 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005 The good stuff: The Millions' Notable articles The motherlode: The Millions' Books and Reviews Like what you see? Learn about 5 insanely easy ways to Support The Millions, and follow The Millions on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr.