Feb 18

Why AI Slop Should Make You a Reviewer

This is a follow-up to my previous post, AI Slop: A Perspective. Both of them are mostly me thinking aloud about the issues. I’m not an expert on AI (though I have a close friend who is, and who has helped me considerably with both technical advice and personal perspectives). I do know a decent amount about novels, having read and reviewed more than a thousand of them just since 2014, when I started reviewing everything I read, and I’ve published sixteen of my own and spent a good deal of time thinking about the craft of creating them.

This post is one novelist and reviewer’s take on the current state of AI as at February 2026, especially as it applies to the idea of using AI to write novels (or create art in general), and ends with a realistic suggestion of what you personally might do about it all. It’s a field which is constantly and rapidly changing, and even if I present insights that are true today, they may not continue to be true. 

AI and Me

Let’s start with some background on my current use of AI, which is minimal, and why I don’t use it more. 

I use AI at work sometimes (my day job is in technology), almost entirely to save time when I’m trying to figure out what mistake I’ve made in some code or an Excel formula. I’ve never used it to write, and don’t intend to, but I have used it for cover art once, on my most recently published novel. I made that decision because I knew I wasn’t going to sell many copies, and the guy who usually does my covers charges several hundred US dollars that I knew I wouldn’t get back in the near future, if at all. To be clear, his covers are great, and he absolutely charges a fair price for them, but I couldn’t justify spending that money in that specific instance.

I’ve never felt happy about that decision, and in future I plan to go back to what I’ve done previously for projects that I expect to not be profitable: using GIMP and royalty-free source images. I will probably replace that AI cover when I have time to do so, as well. 

I’ve thought about using AI to do the part I don’t enjoy, which is the marketing, but I wouldn’t trust an AI agent with an advertising budget, and there are three reasons I don’t do marketing: because I don’t enjoy it, because I’m bad at it, and because I don’t like the way I have to pay Amazon now to get them to promote my books to people who would enjoy it. I’m stubborn that way, and since I have a day job and don’t have to make a living out of my writing, or indeed any money at all, I can afford to stand on principle and sell fewer books as a result. Other people are not so fortunate, and have to work with the market they have, not the market they wish they had. 

So why am I not using AI? My concerns are these: 

  1. Environmental impact. The nature of how AI works means it needs large datacentres that need a lot of power and then a lot of cooling as the chips heat up, to prevent them from melting themselves down, and both of these things have an environmental impact. This, of all times, is not the moment to be having that! This by itself should mean we don’t support the widespread use of AI!

    AI datacentres, specifically, use a lot of power and water, for technical reasons to do with the amount of computing power being applied. I’m told that an AI query uses about three times the energy of a Google search query.

    Sure, maybe fusion power is coming (it has been for decades, though it’s seeming closer than ever to actually happening), but even if you’re generating effectively unlimited power cheaply and cleanly – and, as yet, we’re not – the waste heat still has to go somewhere, and you still need a lot of water to do the cooling, and clean water is a scarce resource that actual people need in order to live, and that is made into not-clean water (and often evaporated entirely) by the cooling process. Yes, you could power the datacentres with renewables, which have no net heat effect, since the generation takes heat out of the environment in order to turn it into power. Yes, you could heat homes with the waste heat; it’s being done in Scandinavia. Yes, you could recycle the water, though it makes the cooling more costly. There are mitigations that can be put in place. But they’re mostly not in place yet, largely because most AI datacentres are in the US, where regulations don’t require the mitigations and the power generation mix includes a lot of fossil fuels still. This alone makes AI use ethically dubious unless there’s a significant upside that you can’t otherwise get in order to balance the downside. Sometimes there is, but I don’t think generating a cover for my book is one of those times. 
  2. Wholesale piracy of intellectual property. It’s quite likely that Meta’s AI has been trained on pirated copies of several of my books, along with thousands of others that they could certainly have afforded to pay for. I’m not going to go into the argument about how the collective creative output of humanity up until now is inherently the source for any new creativity, and therefore the AI trainers were engaging in “fair use” when they used copyright works; I don’t agree with it, but I’m not going to die on that hill. I do resent the outright piracy, though.
  3. I don’t trust big tech companies to behave ethically in any way unless it happens to coincide with what will get them the most profit, and I think their record bears me out here. Social media was honestly never great, and is now thoroughly awful thanks to profit-led decisions by the exact people who are developing AI, or people who are very like them. AI has the potential to be even more awful, and I don’t want to be locked into it when that happens.

    Anthropic does seem to be trying harder than the other companies not to be evil, but we saw how it went when Google announced that as a goal. And they’ve settled for over a billion dollars with some authors whose books they pirated.
  4. The development issue I mentioned in my earlier article – fewer people being willing to make things that AI could currently make better than them, in order to learn how to do it and eventually reach the point where they can make things that AI could never make. That’s a big problem for humanity, which is already affecting real people (junior developers, who are finding it hard to get work that would eventually turn them into senior developers, who in turn are, despite the hype of some AI moguls, still people we very much need). 

The Work of Art

But maybe a lot of people would never get good enough to make things an AI couldn’t make? Most people have average ability or close to it, after all. The thing is, in writing as in anything else, you level up by grinding, so even if you start out average, if you want to be above average and have any potential to be so, you will have to work at it. I linked in my last post to this video by Brandon Sanderson about the exact issue I’m discussing, in which he talks about how, as a young man, he wrote a novel that sucked, knowing it was going to suck, in order to have the experience of writing a novel and learn something from the process. He learned enough that his next novel sucked less. By the time he wrote his sixth novel, it hardly sucked at all, to the point that he was able to get that one published, and he’s gone on getting better since. This is because he thinks about his craft as a craft, and works hard to do it as well as he’s capable of. He’s now very good, and has made a lot of money doing it – which is not an inevitable outcome, nor is it necessarily mainly because he works so hard at his craft, though I’m sure that plays a role.

There will always be people who enjoy making art for the sake of the process, for the enjoyment of the craft, and that’s not going away. We’re now in the third century of the industrial era, in an age when anything you can imagine can be made by a machine, and plenty of people still make, and buy, handcrafts. 

Unfortunately, there’s not always a correlation between producing good art and enjoying the process; some good artists hate the process and find it incredibly painful, but go through it anyway because they’re driven to create or for some other reason, like it’s what they’re good at and can make a living doing. One of the fears about AI art is that some of them may not be able to make that living anymore, and then we lose them as artists. Is the gain of having all the AI artists instead worth it to us collectively? What about the impact it has on the humans who aren’t able to make a living making art anymore? What are they going to do instead? In some cases, something they struggle with less, but in other cases, something they struggle with more. And I think the latter will outweigh the former. 

This is far from the first time technology has caused this sort of transition, of course, and the world is somehow still functioning. A century ago, the introduction of recorded music as soundtracks for silent films took work away from a lot of musicians, including my grandmother, who played the piano for the silent movie theatre. She probably didn’t get well paid for it, but with two small boys and her husband employed as an engine driver, any extra would have been welcome. Then there’s the transition from artists grinding their own pigments to buying them from colourmen. I’m sure someone railed against that, but not every process has to be done by hand. Still, that’s not to dismiss genuine concerns about the transition that AI will bring; it will cause, has already caused, real harm to real people, whatever benefits it ends up having in the long term. 

There’s a Venn diagram of art, in which the set of art that shows good craft and the set of art that appeals to a wide audience overlap, but are not by any means identical. Brandon Sanderson’s novels, and a good many other people’s, are in the overlap, but there are ones that gain a wide audience and don’t have good craft (such as Twilight), and ones that have good craft and don’t gain a wide audience, like a lot of the heavier Russian novels, Kafka, or Finnegans Wake. There are various reasons why good art doesn’t get an audience, whether it’s because it’s ahead of its time, difficult, uncomfortable, or just for reasons of discoverability, of which more later. 

Let’s not, by the way, get into the gatekeeping discussion of what is and isn’t art, or at what point it’s so poorly crafted it isn’t art anymore. I’m calling it all art. 

So there’s a parallel discussion to be had about commercialism in art. There are people who are only producing art because they make money at it. There are people who would, perhaps do, pay to make art because they love the process and/or the product so much. But the art in the middle, that’s produced both because the artist wants to spend time making art and also because they can make some money out of it and so justify, or even just afford, spending that time not doing something else – that’s where the pinch comes if it’s cheap and easy to make poorly-crafted art, some of which is commercial and replaces the work of people who used to make art for a living. 

And there will always be people who, for the sake of making money, will produce something that they don’t care about by a process they also don’t care about, even a process that harms someone else. If that’s easy and has any chance of being profitable (in social capital or actual money, and these days on social media the two are linked), there will be a lot of such people, and most of them will inevitably do it badly. 

The Dunning-Kruger Effect applies, too: There are people who are bad at art and don’t know it, so they won’t improve. (If you do know you’re currently bad at it, you’re in Brandon Sanderson’s position when he was writing bad novels in order to learn and get better.) AI is an amplifier; if you’re bad at art, you can easily make more bad art than ever before, and you probably won’t even recognize it as bad. When I use the shorthand word “bad” here, I’m talking about the “poorly crafted” part of the Venn diagram above. In the case of fiction, I mean that they don’t know the basic mechanics of writing (like grammar, usage and punctuation); don’t understand the world we live in well enough to build a fictional one; don’t know how to create a plot without forcing it along through coincidence or out-of-character choices; can’t write believable or interesting or three-dimensional characters; or don’t express themselves clearly at a sentence level. All these are faults I see abundantly in books I review that are not produced with AI, even though I dodge a lot of worse ones by avoiding unoriginal premises and books with obvious errors in their blurbs. And most of these things, apart from basic mechanics, will not be helped by LLMs in their current state. (Pasting your book into Google Docs, which is free, and following the suggestions will improve your basic mechanics well past the standard I see in many recent books I’ve reviewed, by the way. The suggestions aren’t always correct, but they are often enough correct that on average, following them will improve your document. The spelling and grammar checker is, of course, an LLM.) Not expressing yourself clearly, in particular, is likely to give you an outcome you weren’t looking for if you use an LLM. 

Now, maybe a good artist could use AI to amplify their abilities too. Coders who are seeing the most gain are the ones with good engineering discipline, who are already used to using precise language (code) to make it clear what they want.

But see my concerns above, which hold me back from experimenting in that direction – even if the creative writing field of which I’m part didn’t have rules against using generative AI for things like short stories to be published in the major magazines. I could do it for my self-published novels, because honestly if people shun me for it I’ll hardly notice the difference, but, again – concerns. And even if those concerns didn’t exist, I don’t really see where the effort I would put in learning to use the tools would gain me anything I valued. I enjoy the process of writing; that’s largely why I do it. There aren’t parts of it I want done for me. I even enjoy the sanding.

Not to mention that, in the US at least, there is no copyright protection for AI-generated works. Copyright requires a human creator, and even if you have done part of the work, copyright legally only applies to the part you did.

I have thought about converting my book The Well-Presented Manuscript, and the various craft posts I have here on my blog, into an AI tutor or coach for human writers, to help them get better quicker. It’s all my own IP, after all, and I can do what I want with it. But my other concerns about AI are too strong; it would directly compete with human editors; and besides, I don’t have the time. Building a tool like that is very time-consuming, contrary to the popular conception of how easy it is to create useful things with AI.

I don’t know if that will continue to be my position. Maybe I will try it someday; maybe my concerns will be mitigated, or there’ll be a use case that’s compelling enough for me to overcome them. 

In the meantime, don’t expect me to talk a whole lot more about AI after this post, because as someone who deliberately doesn’t use it I’m in no position to talk about it from the inside. I can talk about art, and speculate on AI’s impact on art, but the technology itself is something I’m not an expert on, and can’t become an expert on without immersing myself in it. I will be using more AI at work this year, mostly in the form of machine learning rather than LLMs, and if I learn anything I think is relevant to writing, I may post about it. We’ll see. 

Slop-pocalypse?

So, the ease of making AI art could lead to a slop-pocalypse (more than there is already), though there are limitations on AI that may temper this problem. Most importantly, much of the real cost of operating these machines is currently being borne by venture capitalists in the hope of an eventual payoff, even though there’s no obvious business model; when the business model cuts in and it’s no longer cheap or free, that will drastically diminish the slop (while de-democritising the technology, so once again people who already have lots of resources will be able to do things that people who have fewer resources can’t). It will also, our experience with social media should have taught us, make AI utterly awful, and I think it has more potential to be awful even than social media, unless someone stops it. It’s pretty awful in places already; read up a bit about Grok if you aren’t already aware. My friend who I mentioned above is working on the governance side of AI, trying to be one of the people who stop it being awful, and I’m glad that’s happening, rather than just – as with social media – leaving it to people to sue after the harm has already been done. There are some very predictable harms that AI can produce and is, in some cases, already producing, and unless we collectively decide they’re not acceptable, we are going to have to live with them. 

On the other hand, “slop-pocalypse” is probably too alarmist. Every new technology, and art form, has been condemned when it appears. Socrates feared that writing would harm human memory. Prose fiction, largely written by women, looked like a terrible, civilisation-ending thing in an age used to epic poetry by men. Yes, there will be negative impacts of AI. No, it isn’t going to destroy human writing, or human creativity. We’ve had electronic instruments for years that mimic the sound of a real instrument near-perfectly. People still play real instruments. 

A few years ago, when indie fiction became a thing, the term “tsunami of crap” was bandied about a lot by people who feared that it would mean the end of publishing. And it did make discoverability harder, and there is a lot more bad writing available now. At least some of it sells, too, because, as I’ve noted, there is a difference between executing something well in a craft sense and making that something somehow appealing to consumers; this difference exists throughout the market, in traditional as well as indie publishing, of course. Ninety percent of everything is crap, and “everything” definitely includes traditional publishing, though the exact percentage may vary locally. What the so-called “tsunami of crap” didn’t mean was that there was no good indie writing produced, or no good writing produced at all. But it does make it harder to find, and so does the slop-pocalypse (so called). 

So if discoverability is a problem, we owe it to each other to help discover good stuff – that’s partly why I review. Review books you like, especially obscure ones! Follow people who review things you like so you can find other things you like! 

Of course, you’ll need to watch out for AI reviewers. I got five friend requests in a single day on my Goodreads profile recently, which is unusual, and when I looked at them, all five had profile pictures that had clearly been generated the same way, several of them were “friends” of each other, and they’d all reviewed the same three books, including one that I’d reviewed – hence, presumably, the friend request, to make them look more legit. The reviews all had that hard-to-define but easy-to-recognise smell of LLM. I reported them as review-farming bots, naturally. 

But… find someone you’re confident is a person, follow their reviews, and get the books they recommend that sound like your thing. And then review them for someone else to find. We humans need to stick together. 

Feb 02

AI Slop: A Perspective

Warning: some of this is going to sound a lot like snobbery, and maybe it is. A couple of people have told me it isn’t, that it’s insight built up from years of writing and reviewing. Judge for yourself.

About 10 years ago, I read about an elderly woman on what was then Twitter who spent her days posting and reposting huge volumes of material in support of her favoured political candidate (doesn’t matter who that was, not the point). Twitter’s automatic moderation kept banning her as a bot.

I remember thinking at the time, “Well, isn’t she a bot? A bot implemented in the form of an elderly lady, sure, rather than as software, but she’s acting exactly like a bot. The auto-moderation is right to treat her as one.”

I’m reminded of that because I’ve been thinking about the coming impact of AI on the creative arts.

I recently read a piece on The Conversation about how, if you feed a large language model (LLM) a prompt and then get it to alternate between turning text into images and images into text for a few iterations, you will quickly get bland, generic, meaningless images without any relationship to the original prompt.

This isn’t surprising. After all, LLMs are not actually intelligent, artificially or otherwise. They’re basically sophisticated autocorrect. They’re trained to predict what most probably comes next, or the most likely response to a prompt. Of course they’re going to produce something bland and expected. That’s what they’re built to do.

(My friend who knows a great deal more about AI than I do says this is so much of an oversimplification that it almost isn’t true, and also the study is flawed if you think about it even a little bit. I’ll write a follow-up when I get time, discussing this. But the main point here is that LLMs have at least a tendency to return expected content, and anything stronger than that statement is not essential to the following discussion.)

Which is potentially bad news (or… is it?) for the people who have, for a few years now, been producing bland, expected fiction “written to market” – in other words, written to be similar to already existing properties that are successful. And also for Hollywood, which is producing a parade of increasingly bland, formulaic remakes and sequels. I don’t listen to current music, but I’m informed it’s going through the same blandification process, thus perfectly setting up for LLMs to come in and take over. (I don’t think this is the result of a conspiracy, to be clear.)

And the thing is, LLMs are often very good at doing this kind of thing. And they can punctuate a lot better than most of the people who are churning out fiction rapidly from box mix and selling it to people who want the same thing over and over again. I sometimes refer to this as “extruded fiction product” or, if it’s done less completely formulaically, “If you like this sort of thing, this is definitely one.” Just as the elderly lady was acting like a bot, these people have been acting like LLMs, meaning that it’s potentially easy for LLMs to do what they do.

Though, having said that, it’s also emerging from research into the use of LLMs in software development that the people who are getting the most gains are the people who have the best engineering discipline in the first place, who are using the LLM for the tedious parts and carefully checking its output. So perhaps we can’t dodge that work after all – or, if we do, we need to be aware that the outcome won’t be great. But the people I’m mostly talking about are the people who already didn’t care much about quality, who put a higher value on velocity. They will now be able to produce more low-quality fiction (or code, or visual art, or video) than ever before. I haven’t been on Facebook for years, happily, but I’m told it’s already overrun with low-quality, low-effort AI images, which the platform doesn’t do much to discourage because they get “engagement”. I have to believe that if people buy crappy LLM-produced fiction on Amazon, Amazon isn’t going to try very hard to stop them.

On the flip side, a recent study reports that, while on a standard test of “linguistic creativity” LLMs do better than the average human, they do significantly worse than the average of the top 50% of humans, and the gap widens if you look at the top 25% or top 10%. Even if you turn up the randomness in the model to its maximum, so that it’s producing less “expected” outputs, more than 25% of humans still score above the LLM. Yes, the models will continue to improve, but I believe there’s an upper bound just by the nature of what an LLM is – and you rapidly hit a law of diminishing returns as you push towards larger models that take more factors into account or can retain a longer window of context, such as you would need in a novel. LLMs can’t write whole novel-length books yet, not coherently at least, and perhaps will never be able to, barring some advancement in computing that’s beyond our current prediction horizon. (What they can do is produce 95% of some of the copyrighted work they’ve been trained on, verbatim, which, in at least the case of Meta’s AI, incudes some of my books, via a pirate site. More on that in a future post, but that would certainly make it easier to produce new versions of those same books with a few names changed.)

Also, increased randomness doesn’t necessarily produce what humans would rate as better outputs, just more unusual ones. Top human creatives not only have the skill to generate unexpected ideas, they also have the skill to distinguish a ridiculous idea from one with potential to be great. Not to mention that they have a depth of insight into humanity that is part of what lifts their creative works above the ordinary.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve been reading a lot of old fiction from Project Gutenberg, in part because it’s hard for me to find enough fiction being produced today that isn’t bland and generic, and I’ve discovered something that will probably not surprise you even a little bit. A lot of the fiction being produced in, say, the 1920s was pretty much alike, shallow, conventional, and not very well written. The enduring classics, the ones that are still widely read today, that are reprinted (often with minimal editing from a bad scan) by major publishers, are the exceptions, the ones that were doing something different, something original, something inimitable.

So, while I have all kinds of concerns about AI (more on this in an upcoming article), I do have a form of hope, and it’s this. I hope that we’ll start to see a divide develop. On the one hand will be the people who are now using AI to do what they used to do themselves – produce bland, cloney books that are almost indistinguishable from each other to feed a particular appetite in the market for something recognisable and unchallenging. I suspect the quality may even rise a bit, though the coherence may drop. And on the other hand will be people who are exercising human creativity that can’t be imitated by an algorithm that seeks to predict what’s most likely to come next.

The key thing will be how easy it will be to distinguish the two in the market. If there’s a “not made with AI” label of some kind that people can use (which itself will be fraught with controversy as people inevitably try to game it), the divide will be more obvious, and people will be more easily able to buy the kind of fiction they prefer. Most will prefer the expected kind, because that’s always been the case since cheap fiction became technologically possible. But some will prefer the unexpected kind, and they will potentially have a discovery problem, of which more in my promised follow-up.

I suspect they’re the ones who are already ignoring the dozens of similar books about, for example, a young (or middle-aged) woman who returns to the small town where she grew up to deal with an inheritance, discovers she has a connection to the supernatural, gets improbably accused of a crime, and works to solve it along with her cute, chatty familiar, her completely subservient best friend and the hot guy who’s a police officer and/or werewolf.

It is possible to write even that story in a fresh way – I’ve seen it done (by Tim Pratt in Heirs of Grace – link is to my review). Not many people can do it, though. An LLM can’t do it and, by the nature of LLMs, probably won’t ever be able to. It can only write something close to the expected version, because that’s what an LLM is.

Now, there is another problem inherent here, and it’s the problem of development. In order to get good at any skill, you have to go through a period where you’re not good at it, and I suspect that if an LLM is better than the average person at many skills (programming, visual art, writing), a lot of people will never bother to go through that period of learning for those skills. They won’t see the point in producing work that, to begin with, will be worse than what the LLM could do.

Which means they will never get better than the LLM. And we need people who are better at those things than an LLM can ever be.

Still and all, I’m not very good at making physical things. In fact, I’m notably bad at some aspects of it. That doesn’t stop me from trying, when there’s a specific thing I can’t just order, or when someone is going to charge me ten times what the materials cost to do, yes, a better job, but not a ten-times-better job, or when I just want to explore an idea that nobody else seems to have had. And in an age of manufacturing now several centuries old, there are still plenty of people who enjoy the process of making things by hand for its own sake, and people who will buy those things at a premium because they’re made by somebody rather than something.

People who are going to be the truly great programmers, artists or writers are going to persevere through the period of not being good at it because they have a vision of being better than average, and maybe even because they enjoy the process itself, and they may even start out at a higher level than the starting point for most people. Meanwhile, the people who were never going to be very good at those skills have access to a tool that can help them be better, just like my power saw helps me make more accurate cuts more easily than I could make them by hand.

There will potentially be losses in the middle – the people who don’t persevere to get as good as they could be, and the people who were always going to be average or no more than a little bit above it, whatever their ambitions. They will eventually be forced out of the market by people who have no ambition to be more than average and are willing to crank a handle in order to make a few dollars, because they never had any particular love of either the process or the product for its own sake. I’m certainly not saying that the impact of LLMs on creativity is going to be an unmixed benefit, and maybe it won’t be much of a benefit at all. Perhaps it will be an overall detriment.

But it isn’t going to bring human creativity to a halt, any more than the much-lamented “tsunami of crap” of the early self-publishing era meant that there were no good self-published books. After all, 90% of everything is crap; Sturgeon’s Law is universal, at least wherever humans are involved (even if only as toolbuilders). But there is still that other 10%, and it’s not going away.

(Brandon Sanderson has a great video which makes some of the same points as I make above, some that are in contrast and some that go beyond what I’ve said. In particular, he expands on the idea of the worth of the process, not only for the art but also, crucially, for the artist. He’s also one of the examples I point to when I talk about someone who’s creating something exceptional in part by not doing what’s expected. And as he explains in the video, he got to that point by being willing to write something that sucked, and learning from that so that the next thing sucked less, and eventually reaching the point where his sixth thing didn’t suck much at all and was publishable.)

Jul 28

What if I respected this character?

Concluding (I think) my blog posts reflecting on my recently completed Auckland Allies series (see earlier entries here and here), I want to discuss something I learned about writing characters who aren’t my usual.

I don’t know why a portion of my brain is dedicated to emulating a competent, capable, pragmatic mid-twenties woman, but those are the protagonists I tend to default to writing (despite being a man in my mid-fifties). They’re also the protagonists I most enjoy reading about, by no coincidence. Still, if you can only write one way, it’s probably time to do a writing exercise, unless you’re selling a ton of books by writing that one way. Maybe even then.

I didn’t straight-up set out to do a writing exercise when I introduced some non-typical (for me) characters into Auckland Allies, though. They just kind of turned up, and then I asked myself a key question about them, which made all the difference: What if I respected this character?

I’m thinking specifically of two characters: Kat, the middle-aged owner of the New Age shop, and Chelsea, the non-genre-savvy young woman (mid-twenties, yes) who finds herself in an urban fantasy she is poorly equipped to navigate when she’s bitten by a werewolf.

Kat has been around since the first book. I believe she’s in the first chapter, though without a speaking part at that point. The New Age shop she owns has offices over it, which two of the characters rent from her. It’s based on an organic shop in the suburb of Grey Lynn where I sublet offices briefly when I practiced hypnotherapy; there was a group of natural-health practitioners who worked out of the space above the shop. Initially, Kat was a bit of a caricature, or rather a highly recognisable type if you’ve spent much time around New Agey people. Somewhat vague, relentlessly positive, always speaking in a specific jargon that reinforces her own view of the world and excludes any other, and (as one of the characters puts it) capable of believing anything, as long as there’s no evidence.

In the final book, though, Kat – or rather, the way the characters see Kat – undergoes a transformation. Avoiding spoilers: she stands up to someone, in her own calm, sweet way, but firmly defining her boundaries, and it also becomes clear that her many years of New Age practice were developing something powerful in her all along.

Chelsea appears, unnamed and with no lines, in the fourth book, and in the fifth and final book becomes an initially unlikely addition to the cast. Her parents are doctors, they live in Remuera (one of Auckland’s more expensive suburbs, which has a lot of doctors in it), she went to a private school, and she works in nearby Newmarket, where she sells clothes to other “Remuera girls” (her words). She reads little beyond magazines, preferring to spend her leisure time watching the kind of reality shows that are optimized for interpersonal drama; she has never watched even the most popular science fiction and fantasy franchises (LOTR, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, the Marvel movies, Star Trek, Star Wars). Tara, always ready with the snark, observes that she spends too much time on hair, clothes, and makeup to try to distract attention from the fact that she has an ordinary face. She isn’t particularly quick on the uptake, either.

It would be all too easy to drop in a character like Chelsea and make her the butt of jokes, or dismiss her as superficial and worthless. Instead, I wondered: what if I respected her? And what if a couple of my characters – the brilliant Lynn and the uber-geeky Mark – respected her too, against the odds?

Well, as it turns out, what happens is that Chelsea turns out to be brave, good-hearted, loyal, and emotionally intelligent, and discovers that her lifelong goal of fitting in somewhere may be fulfilled by a highly unlikely crew of people with whom you’d think she had nothing in common. Because characters have layers.

I enjoy putting a bit of comedy into my writing, so I’ve made a bit of a project lately of reading “classic” comic novels. A lot of them show us shallow, self-important people with small lives and invite us to laugh at them. But one of my great role models for comic writing (and writing in general), Terry Pratchett, didn’t do that, at least not after his early books. He showed us people with small lives who longed for them to be larger, and who we loved watching as they fought and struggled and often pratfell their way towards that goal, and the goal of making the world a better place for everyone.

“Diversity” has become trendy in SFF lately, to the point that more than a few books seem to be giving lip service to it by throwing in a few protagonists who aren’t the old default (white, straight, male) and then carrying on to tell the same story they would have told in any case. Which is one way to assert that “normal” and “unremarkable” include a lot more identities than they used to, for sure. But in a world where Twitter and Facebook try to sort us into islands for the convenience of their advertisers, and then encourage us to fight with the people on the other islands, what I think is that we need a few more books in which we see characters who are not like us – the authors or the readers – in many different ways. Not just the usual identity labels, but other ways too. Characters who we nevertheless begin by treating with respect, and see where that gets us.

I think it will get us to some interesting and worthwhile places.

Apr 11

A Cozy Manifesto

I recently attended a virtual panel about “cozy fiction” at Flights of Foundry, an online SFFH (science fiction, fantasy and horror) conference. (I’m going to use the American spelling “cozy” here, even though I usually spell it “cosy”.)

Cozy isn’t just for mysteries anymore. The same kind of gentle, positive tone, and the same focus on characters and relationships, are starting to become a thing in other genres, including SFFH. (Yes, apparently you can have cozy horror.)

The session provoked a number of thoughts for me, and since I call this category of my blog “manifesto-esque rantings” I thought I would, somewhat tongue in cheek, propose a “cozy manifesto,” as follows.

1. Comedy is as worthy as tragedy

I typed that phrase into the panel’s chat at one point, when one of the panelists was talking about how cozy fiction isn’t taken as seriously as, say, grimdark, and it seemed to resonate with other attendees.

My thought as I made that point was of Shakespeare, whose comedies are comedies in the traditional dramatic sense (they end with lovers united, rather than with widespread death and destruction driven by the faults of the protagonist(s)), though they are also funny; nobody that I’m aware of argues that they’re not worth studying or performing, even though he was also a master of tragedy. I was also thinking, though, of writers like Terry Pratchett or P.G. Wodehouse, whose work is comedic but extraordinarily well written. And, in Pratchett’s case, also with some depth and dramatic heft to it, especially in his middle period.

Death definitely can be present in a cozy story; after all, cozy mysteries are almost always murder mysteries, and Pratchett’s character Death appears in every one of his Discworld books. But a cozy story is not primarily about unpleasant people doing unpleasant things to other unpleasant people, even if that does occur as an element sometimes. They can be funny, or charming, and they can be about relationships (good, stable, positive relationships, even, that work out well in the end), and that shouldn’t be grounds to look down on them.

2. The lives of ordinary people are a fit subject for fiction

Cozy mysteries generally take place in small towns or out in the country, among middle-class or even working-class people of no particular distinction, rather than in the courts of kings or the boardrooms of great corporations. Cozy fiction is OK with being small-scale, with its characters having limited power in the world, with the setting being their ordinary lives where they just try to get on with keeping things running. I bang on about this constantly on this blog, so I won’t say any more here, except to quote Middlemarch:

…for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

3. Objectively small stakes can still be subjectively compelling

Going along with the previous point: cozy stories can be about stakes significantly smaller than saving the world. That doesn’t mean they’re not compelling. Compelling stakes are stakes that are compelling for a character we identify with.

Wodehouse is the all-time master of making objectively small stakes (like social embarrassment) completely compelling for the reader.

World-saving can be going on in the background, maybe even close to the foreground, of a cozy story, but it doesn’t have to be what the story is about. Consider T. Kingfisher’s Paladin’s Grace. A god has died, and severed heads keep turning up, and there’s a nasty cult looking for excuses to burn people as witches, but what the story is about is a romance between a paladin of the dead god and a master perfumer. The other elements are mainly there to drive the romance.

4. There’s a place for a literature of hope, joy, and kindness

As a minor exponent of the noblebright fantasy subgenre, I’ve believed this for a long time. Noblebright isn’t the only hopeful subgenre; there’s hopepunk (which is different from noblebright, but I believe the two can get along together, because of course I do), solarpunk, and a few others. They have a clear overlap with the cozy approach to writing. (Cozy is more of a manner than a genre.)

Part of what makes a story cozy is what could be loosely described as a “happy ending,” or at least an ending that satisfies our sense of things being how they ought to be: lovers are united, villains are punished, justice is done. It doesn’t need to be set in a just, peaceful, kind or happy society for this to be the case, though it can be. The contrast of localized justice or kindness, at the level of the story, against a darker background can work well, in fact. Hope can have different scales: personal, interpersonal, societal.

The work of Becky Chambers, for example, is often mentioned as “positive SF,” and would qualify as cozy, but the background of her stories is often a large-scale tragedy that has overtaken the earth and driven people forth as refugees, or stranded them in space with nowhere to go home to. She’s very much what I think of as a “zeitgeist writer,” and the zeitgeist she’s working in tends to have not much hope for society in the large, but allows for islands of hope among “found families” of people of goodwill. This is, broadly speaking, hopepunk; noblebright, by contrast, can believe in the possibility of societal improvement to a greater degree.

Anyway, that’s a digression; the point is that having characters who have ideals, who have hope, who strive for the good of others at their own cost, who are kind, who believe in a better future, is a feasible way to write today; that cynicism and darkness don’t need to be the defining qualities of good literature, or important literature, or serious literature. And you can write funny books, and books with everyday characters who live small lives on a limited stage, and whose stakes are objectively small, and who care for each other and do their best, and this can be good and worthy and important.

And honestly, right now (or at any moment in history, really), don’t we need more hope and joy and kindness in the world?

Mar 10

Nuffin’s Tougher than a Hufflepuffer

Hufflepuffs can be hard to write.

Witness what happened to Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, which, though not written by J.K. Rowling, did involve her. While not going into spoilers, let’s say that he ends up acting very out of character with how he’s portrayed in Goblet of Fire, for what seemed to me inadequate cause.

Let’s take a step back, though, and ask: what do the four Hogwarts houses represent, anyway? People who take the online Sorting Hat test often seem to think that they are human archetypes, like Myers-Briggs types, the Ennead, the Four Humours (and its variations), star signs, or any other made-up way of describing human difference. None of those things have much psychological rigour, if any at all, though they do correspond to some realities of the way human characteristics clump together.

I’d maintain that, although there’s an aspect of truth to the “human archetypes” idea, the houses are also story archetypes. Very broadly, Slitherin is the antagonist (scheming and ambitious); Ravenclaw the advisor (eccentric and knowledgeable); Griffindor of course the hero (courageous and of good intent); and Hufflepuff the sidekick (reliable and honest).

Hufflepuffs can be hard to write, or at least, hard to write interestingly. They’re even harder to write as the protagonist, because we’ve been conditioned to think of our protagonists as flashy, dramatic, angsty. It’s as if you tried to write Lord of the Rings with Sam in the Frodo role.

At the same time, the more I see of the world, the more I’m convinced that without Hufflepuffs we’d be in a lot more trouble than we are. They’re the people who just turn up and do their job right, whether anyone’s watching and applauding or not (and usually they’re not).

Again: hard to write that interestingly. But it can be done, and I’m committed to doing it.

One of the ways in which it can most easily be done is in a romance. There are a number of different types of romantic hero, but one of them is the Reliable Guy. Romance is largely (certainly not entirely) written by and for women, and the Reliable Guy appeals to many women who’ve been disappointed by men–often men of other romance hero types, like the Ambitious Bastard (Slytherin), the Impractical Self-Absorbed Loser (Ravenclaw), or the Flashy, Angsty Dude Who Thinks It’s All About Him (Griffindor). The only downside to the Reliable Guy is that he’s not very exciting, and if you can overcome that issue, he’s romance dynamite.

One good way to overcome the not-exciting issue is to make the Reliable Guy a competent protector against an external threat. I’ve just been reading a couple of books by T. Kingfisher, Swordheart and Paladin’s Grace, both of which feature romance heroes who are Reliable Guys with a military background who can, and do, physically protect the heroines (women who have previously had unsatisfactory relationships with a Vague Loser and an Ambitious Bastard respectively). Both books are primarily romance, with a sword-and-sorcery B plot providing the complications so necessary to a good romance. But also, both go beneath the surface of the Reliable Guy to show that he does, in fact, have a good deal of angst and trauma going on, he just doesn’t let it keep him from doing his job. This is a remarkably effective approach to the Reliable Guy.

I’ve written a couple of Reliable Guys myself. Patient, the romance hero in Hope and the Patient Man, is a craftsman who takes pride in his work, and just the kind of gentle, kind, persevering Reliable Guy the brilliant and capable, but haunted, heroine Hope needs to get her through her issues. Perse (short for Perseverance; people in my setting are largely named for admirable qualities, and the naming is often, though not always, accurate) in Underground War is also a craftsman of a sort, a baker, and is, again, just the kind of solid anchor that the brilliant and capable Precision needs in order to overcome her trauma. Both of them have their own issues: Patient has a simmering anger that, in a later book, bursts out unexpectedly, and Perse has experienced rejection within his family and his culture over his choices, something that Precision can also relate to. They’re not simple beasts of burden (as the Rolling Stones might put it). There’s conflict and struggle going on under the placid exterior.

And this, I think, is a significant part of the secret to pulling off a Hufflepuff hero. He has layers. He’s no longer just a sidekick, uncomplainingly backing up the hero like the bass player in a band that’s named after the lead singer. He’s now in the centre of the narrative, and as such, he needs–and can easily have–a backstory and some struggles and losses. What makes him the Hufflepuff is that he’s never going to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and desert you. What makes him the hero, though, is that the author is going to pound on that quiet determination as hard as they can, taking special care to hit the spot where he was wounded.

I’ve been talking as if women can’t be Hufflepuffs, which is obviously not true. I personally gravitate to both reading and writing about competent, pragmatic women who will just get on with things with a minimum of outward drama; I can’t be having with princesses. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t have plenty of internal drama, imposter syndrome, worry that the Reliable Guy won’t respect you if you show him your vulnerable side, doubt that he could possibly like you (especially if he finds out the ways in which previous men have told you you’re inadequate and don’t matter and you somehow believe them despite knowing that they’re lying bastards…) A question that seems to come up a lot for Hufflepuff women is “What if I disappoint people? That will be terrible!”

It also comes up for men, though in a slightly different formulation. The hero of Paladin’s Grace says at one point: “She can’t rely on me, all right? And being reliable is all I’m good for.”

The big fear for a Hufflepuff is falling apart, failing to do your duty because of your issues. This makes them emotionally guarded. They come across as unemotional, because if they let themselves show emotion they might not be able to stop, and then who would keep the important wheels turning?

But if they’re a protagonist, if you get inside their heads, you see that vulnerability alongside the toughness. And it’s this play back and forth between the inward chaos and the outward order, along with that order being slowly imposed on external threats, that makes a Hufflepuff interesting.

Griffindors are easy to make interesting, because they’re interesting on the outside. You don’t even need to go below the surface. They’re the kind of people that everyone looks at when they walk into the room, and they expect to be looked at. That can be a trap for authors, who think that casting a Griffindor (handsome, athletic, courageous, charming, and probably wealthy) as the hero is as much work as they need to do, that character development is unnecessary because they’re pretty to look at, and that readers will easily forgive them being self-absorbed, high-handed and willing to let the costs of their bad decisions fall on other people. Or that casting a Griffindor princess (beautiful, intelligent–or so we’re told, though very seldom shown–dramatic, and special) is likewise adequate, without giving the reader any other reason to like or respect her, such as having her make good decisions or treat other people with consideration. For me, as a reader, seeing characters like this in the lead roles of a romance is a guaranteed fail.

But give me a good pair of Hufflepuffs mortally afraid of disappointing each other, and we’re off to the races. Lindsay Buroker is good at them, too (particularly in the Emperor’s Edge novels, but really in all her work); so is Lois McMaster Bujold, on occasion. For me, it’s a winning formula, and one I want to explore more in my own work.

Jan 25

Do we still need villains?

My wife and I just watched the movie Cruella, and it struck me that it’s the latest of several retellings in which classic villains – all of them women – are retconned out of villainy. Maleficent was another; Wicked was perhaps the first, or the first well-known, example, and provided the template.

What also struck me, though, was that Cruella moved the villainy just one step back, giving us a different female villain, a new character, who was pretty similar to how Cruella was originally portrayed. Maleficent straightforwardly makes the male hero of the original story into the villain. Wicked (which, let’s remember, is not a Disney movie like the other two) relocates the villainy in a somewhat more complicated way, to the Wizard (who was, if not an outright villain, at least a dubious character and a fraud in the original Oz story) and, to a lesser extent, other collaborators in the Wizard’s dystopic rule, some of whom are women. All three movies still have villains; they’re just not the same people who were the villains in the original stories. Elphaba in Wicked is not simply a hero, either, though she is a protagonist.

We’re currently seeing a redefinition of heroes and villains in history as well as in classic children’s stories. Statues set up to celebrate people (usually men) of an earlier age are being targeted for removal, based on the actions and attitudes displayed by those men during their lifetime. Other people you haven’t heard of before (usually women) are being newly celebrated. To be clear, I’m not saying that this reassessment is a bad thing, though I do think it gets carried too far by some of its proponents in a few cases.

There’s a certain mindset that always looks for heroes and villains in life, as in art. It simplifies the moral landscape, and lets us know whether we should be supporting or opposing someone. The problem is, following this mindset makes it too easy for us to support actions by our heroes that, if they were done by someone else, would strike us as villainous, and vice versa.

And it’s easy (though similarly reductive) to blame art for this. If the fiction we consume is always divided clearly into black and white hats, how can we break out of that mindset when thinking about real people? But there’s also the argument that the reason this is so prevalent in art is that it’s so prevalent in how people think in real life; it’s how we want to believe the world works. Probably cause and effect go both ways. Limited plaudits go to the writers of the movies mentioned above for calling into question exactly who is a hero and who is a villain, though the plaudits are limited because they still retain the hero-villain divide clearly and strongly; they’re not breaking down the divide, just moving people from one side of it to the other.

But do we need to have villains at all? Tina Turner memorably told us that we don’t need another hero; do we need another villain?

Now, I’m as guilty as anyone of putting straightforward heroes and villains into my art, though I hope that in recent years, at least, I’ve started giving at least the heroes more nuance, showing more of their flaws. They still choose to do the right thing, or what they believe to be the right thing, most of the time, but sometimes they’re tempted not to, and sometimes they yield to that temptation in a moment of weakness, and sometimes along the way they make an honest mistake that they and other people end up paying for.

My villains are less nuanced, in part because they’re usually off screen and never (as far as I can recall) get to be viewpoint characters. It’s something I’m aware of as a weakness in my writing.

I’m put in mind here of the brilliant YouTube comedian Ryan George’s “Pitch Meeting” videos:

“And what’s this character’s deal?”

“Oh, he’s evil.”

Hollywood (which is what George is satirizing) doesn’t need to dig any deeper than that. But what if we did?

It’s quite possible to have an antagonist without having a villain, especially if you show their point of view. I recently read an excellent book which goes some way towards this: The Mask of Mirrors, by M.A. Carrick. At least initially, the viewpoint characters all have agendas which are at cross purposes, and they are, at least partially, each other’s antagonists as a result, though none of them is unequivocally a villain; because we get their viewpoint, we see why they are doing things that we might not completely approve of. (At the same time, there are a couple of unequivocal villains in the book, and the viewpoint characters eventually unite to take them on.)

You don’t even necessarily need a personal antagonist to tell a good story, though it helps. We’re currently in the midst of collectively striving against a natural phenomenon, and that’s a powerful story, though somehow we manage to fight among ourselves about that as well.

The question I’m groping towards is: can we (can I) tell stories that show us a more three-dimensional set of characters, driven by personal flaws and incorrect beliefs as much as by their ideals, clashing in complicated ways? And can we (can I) do that without simply declaring morality illusory and writing an entire cast of grimdark alienated bastards?

While I’m at it, can it be funny? I’ve been reading a lot of early P.G. Wodehouse lately (not all of which was comedic), and appreciating his comic gift, and reflecting that I don’t necessarily want to write something dead serious just because we’ve always been told that serious books are more worthy. I don’t get paid much to write, so I ought to at least have fun doing it.

Wodehouse’s characters are often at odds, too, not because some of them are morally evil but because all of them are human. Also, in his later and better-known works, Wodehouse often pulled off the startling feat of making objectively very low social stakes among a privileged elite matter to the reader, but in at least some of his early work, there were characters who, by chance or even because of moral principle, found themselves in economically difficult straits and had to deal with that, and the unfair nature of the world, as best they were able.

I’m left wondering if I can create a fictional world where things matter, and where people clash, but nobody is unequivocally evilbadwrong and most people have a sense of humour about things, and maybe when the mix-up is sorted out we can all have a laugh together.

Nov 16

Letting Characters Be Themselves

My wife and I have been watching the ITV Sherlock Holmes adaptations that were made between 1984 and 1994. We’ve watched them slightly out of order, because a few of them are longer and we left those to the weekends, so the last one for us was the final episode of the 1993 series. They didn’t end up adapting all of the stories; Jeremy Brett, who played Holmes, unfortunately died in 1994. But towards the end, the “adaptations” became less and less faithful to the originals, with more and more interpolated new material created by the writers from whole cloth.

I’m not sure why writers do this. It seldom works, because apparently it’s extraordinarily difficult for a writer to add to another writer’s work without distorting it out of all recognition (looking at you, Peter Jackson). In the case of the episode we watched at the weekend, “The Eligible Bachelor,” it was based on two different (unrelated) Holmes stories, but more than half of it was completely new material. That new material gave Holmes mystical theories; actual premonitory dreams; a scene where he put his arms around a woman to comfort her with no evidence of awkwardness; and a mention by Watson that Holmes very much admired the same woman’s mental abilities. It also had Watson betraying his Hippocratic oath (leaving an injured man, albeit a villain who Watson himself had injured while rescuing a lady, to be killed by a leopard). And it gave the rescued lady a cliched too-stupid-to-live scene where she went alone to confront a man who she knew had killed at least one woman before, without having told anyone – including her highly capable husband – where she was going, for no good in-story reason.

Holmes fanfic is the oldest fanfic, or so I’ve heard, and there’s a lot of it. A surprising amount of it – and I include the often enjoyable but occasionally clunky series Elementary in this – gives us an out-of-character Holmes of one kind or another. He’s kinder, more empathetic, more humane, romantically involved (often with Watson, fanfic being what it is), emotionally vulnerable… all the things that classic Holmes, Conan Doyle’s Holmes, is not.

I recently read not quite half of Dave Eggers’ The Every. I stopped because the humour, while well done, was too dark for me, and the story both dystopian (which is never to my taste) and deeply pessimistic about both technology and humanity (which is very much not where I am philosophically). One minor scene in the book, which is set in a successor to the current tech giants which has implausibly gained a monopoly over social media, search, e-commerce, publishing, the making of smart devices and basically everything else, involves a project in which people rewrite (by committee) classic novels. Research has shown the instigator of this terrible idea that there are certain spots where a lot of people stop reading these novels, often because they don’t like something a character does. So the characters are rewritten to be more likeable, more in line with current social mores. Less problematic.

In an atmosphere where it sometimes seems that anybody not conforming exactly to whatever this week’s orthodoxy is will be torn apart by a mob on Twitter, I can see how an author would fear this as an outcome. But the impulse, as the Sherlock Holmes episode from 1993 shows, is not new. We’re always inclined to want to revise characters to either be less flawed or else flawed in a way that’s more congenial, or at least understandable, to us. The Holmes of Elementary, for example, is a recovering drug addict (picking up on mentions in the original Doyle stories of Holmes’ use of heroin and cocaine while bored from having no good cases), has superficial sexual relationships, doesn’t get on with his father or his brother, and occasionally screws over his friends because he thinks he knows better than them. Modern audiences, especially American audiences (the show is set mostly in present-day New York, though Holmes is still English) presumably find this more relatable than the emotionally distant, erratically brilliant, relentlessly analytical Holmes of Doyle. The British modernization, Sherlock, with Benedict Cumberbatch, is closer to that Holmes, giving us a Holmes who is, probably, non-neurotypical.

Elementary also gives us a Watson very different from the original, and I don’t mean because she’s an Asian woman; that’s a much less significant change than making Watson a competent detective, Holmes’ equal partner in most ways, rather than his loyal muscle and occasional conscience.

Now, far be it from me to speak against fanfiction of any kind, including the kind that people get paid for. These characters belong to humankind now, and what you choose to do with them is entirely your own affair. But I am raising the question about why we have the impulse to remake iconic characters in a more relatable mould, to make them easier to understand, to make their choices more like what we would choose, even if, because of these changes, there’s a strong sense in which they are no longer that character.

When I’m writing original characters, that same impulse is there, and I have to say I yield to it a lot (I’m criticizing myself here too). I think I’m most successful when I manage to resist it, at least to a degree. I’ve recently finished drafting the last of the Auckland Allies series. The character Tara, initially prickly, angry, and rude, has an arc through the series towards liking and respecting her colleagues more and acknowledging this to them, but her inner monologue doesn’t cease to include snarky digs at them. She just doesn’t let them come out of her mouth quite so much. Sparx still fails to land his pop-culture jokes most of the time, but he’s still trying (sometimes very trying). Dan, if anything, ends the series less admirable to the reader than he was when first introduced, because we get to see some of the compromises and flaws that lurk under his white-knight persona.

Iconic characters often become iconic because they’re out of the ordinary, not just in their abilities, but because they fail to fit with the world around them in some way. It’s worth considering why our impulse is to sand the rough edges off them, to make them more acceptable (whatever that may currently mean).

Oct 07

Why straight white guy stories are losing my interest

Let’s start out without any misunderstandings: I am a straight white guy. But stories about straight white guys are getting less and less interesting to me these days. My annual best-books-I-read-this-year posts show the trend; more and more, the books I enjoy the most feature female protagonists (often, though by no means always, written by female authors). I’m also reading more stories with queer or non-white protagonists, and often those too are among the ones that make it to Best of the Year.

Why is this? I’ve been wondering that myself.

My conclusion is that the kind of stories that tend to get told about straight white guys are a lot more limited than the ones about other kinds of protagonists. The archetypal straight white guy story is “I pass a test to come into my birthright of power, respect, and the love of women”; the archetypal story for someone who isn’t a straight white guy is more “I battle to make a place for myself in a world that doesn’t want to fit me.”

Thing is, a lot of the time the test the SWG passes to come into his (supposed) birthright is pretty simple. Sometimes the payoff is almost handed to him as a participation trophy, just for turning up and being a SWG; other times, he only has to hit a few simple plot points. He can be reluctant, he can be foolish, he can be incompetent, he can be lazy, he can even screw up majorly with dire consequences for others, and still receive the prize. And often, other characters in the story – notably the woman whose love he receives as part of his payoff – are more interesting, competent, capable, and motivated than he is, and I wish I was getting their story instead. I believe the term “Trinity effect” (referring to the Matrix movies) is relevant here; I’ve also referred to it as the Wyldstyle effect, referencing The Lego Movie.

Let’s divert for a moment and talk about that whole “birthright” thing. If you’ve read much of my musings, you’ll be aware that I’m allergic to Chosen Ones, and part of the reason is that the Chosen One often doesn’t have to work that hard or exhibit much agency in order to achieve their plot goals. They can drag their feet, they can not put in the practice or listen to their mentor or even follow basic common sense, and the universe will distort itself around them to hand them unearned victory. This is what I call the Spoiled Protagonist. I say in the post I’ve just linked that the Spoiled Protagonist is often female, and I have read plenty of female examples; but the straight white guy is the spoiled protagonist that I sometimes don’t even notice, because there’s such a powerful cultural norm of SWGs getting handed things they haven’t truly earned.

Another big reason for my aversion to Chosen Ones, though, is that I don’t believe in the myth of the divine right of kings. Unfortunately, a lot of fiction does still act as if this myth is true, as if your ancestry grants you some kind of destiny. At one point in The Dresden Files (a series I love, by the way, despite its straight-white-guy protagonist) someone, I forget exactly who, traces the ancestry of Michael Carpenter, one of the wielders of the holy swords, to Charlemagne, and this is presented as part of what qualifies him to wield the sword. His character by itself is apparently not enough.

The thing is, Charlemagne died in the year 814 and had 18 children. Actually, the number of children is irrelevant; even if he’d only had one child, if anyone alive today was his descendant (which we know to be the case), then, statistically, everyone of European descent alive today is his descendant. This is because, according to statistician Joseph Chang, any person who lived long enough ago and who is anyone’s ancestor is eventually everyone’s ancestor. So of course Michael Carpenter, who has European ancestry, is descended from Charlemagne. So am I.

Likewise, when a 12-year-old girl traced the ancestry of all but one of the US presidents to the English king John Lackland (the exception being Martin Van Buren, who was Dutch), it was reported as if some sort of genetic destiny brought them to their leadership positions. But again, John died in 1216, more than 800 years ago. Everyone with any English or Scottish ancestry from before the 20th century – including me, and including most if not all of the people who stood for the office of US president and didn’t win – is descended from him by this point. It means nothing. (I say “from before the 20th century” because there are English and Scottish people whose ancestors all immigrated to those countries within the last 100 years.)

And, of course, if you go back far enough – and “far enough” may not actually be all that far – we all have common ancestors. If you want your cultural assumptions about how much “race” means challenged (even if you’re fairly liberal in your ideas), I highly recommend Angela Saini’s book Superior (link is to my Goodreads review).

So the idea that your ancestry, including your white ancestry, conveys any sort of superiority or qualifies you for anything at all is not only erroneous but, I believe, toxic. Likewise with male gender; read Saini’s earlier book Inferior for more on that. And if, at this point of the 21st century, you still believe that people who aren’t straight are somehow lesser because of that, I’m not going to waste my time arguing with you.

So the straight white guy is not in any objective way superior, but all too often gets treated as if he is. Not only in fiction, but in real life too. Let’s stick with fiction, though, for the moment, since that’s what I’m talking about.

The problem with the usual SWG protagonist is that, just because of who he is, he doesn’t face as many challenges, and a protagonist who succeeds without much effort is simply not as interesting to me. He doesn’t need to be capable to become a respected ruler, or attractive to gain the love of a woman who is, frankly, better than he is, or work hard to achieve his plot goal or defeat the antagonist. It’s his Destiny.

So what about the unusual SWG protagonist? Can he still be interesting to me? He can, though it takes a bit more work from him and from his author.

A kind and considerate protagonist is interesting. Straight white guys don’t, traditionally, have to be kind and considerate to get what’s coming to them, but if they are, that makes them more interesting to me. Bill, the protagonist of the early P.G. Wodehouse book Uneasy Money, is such a man, and it instantly made me like him. In my own work, Patient from Hope and the Patient Man is kind, considerate, and supportive of his beloved. When I’m looking for a romance hero, that’s what I look for, because their winning of their love feels earned.

It helps that Patient is also disabled. A straight white guy who has some genuine obstacle to overcome is interesting, as long as he doesn’t overcome it too easily. Part of the traditional SWG story is rags-to-riches, but it’s often because he’s the hidden prince or some such divine-right-of-kings nonsense, so he doesn’t need to work for his elevation. (Satirized in Gilbert and Sullivan’s HMS Pinafore, where a captain and a foremast hand are discovered to have been switched as children and are therefore given each other’s positions.)

A protagonist of goodwill who is willing to sacrifice for others is interesting. Someone like the protagonist of Tim Pratt’s Doors of Sleep, for example (though he wins love too easily), or Tom Miller’s excellent The Philosopher’s Flight and The Philosopher’s War (which also put the male protagonist in the position of being the odd one out in a female-dominated profession). The sacrifice needs to be of genuine value, though, or it’s just condescension.

A male cotagonist with an equally capable, equally central female partner (romantic or otherwise) who he respects is interesting, as in the Magebreakers series by Ben S. Dobson.

And finally, writing with genuine depth of characterization or insight into humanity will always be interesting, regardless of who the protagonist is. What I really object to in straight white guy stories is not the straightness, the whiteness, or the guyness, but the fact that those identities often belong to characters who cruise through life too easily and, as a consequence, never develop any complexity. Writing an underdog character who has to struggle for a place to fit into the world and stand up for who they are is a lot more likely, all else (like the author’s skill, for example) being equal, to produce a story that’s interesting to me.

Authors, feel free to consider this a challenge.

Feb 22

Where Next for Mike’s Writing?

I’ve been in a writing slump lately.

Health issues starting in November have put me out of the habit of regular writing, and I’ve not made much progress on the books I was working on. Auckland Allies 4 still needs a polish-up before it’s ready to be published, and although I’m 20,000 words into the first book in my new Arcanists setting, it’s tough going, and I’m not really feeling it. I think I’ve taken the wrong direction with it somewhere.

I’ve been questioning where my writing is going in general, in fact. I celebrated a million words of published long-form fiction last year, and just as we often reassess our lives around milestone birthdays, I feel that a milestone like that calls for some reflection.

I recently read a book on Roger Zelazny (link is to my review on Goodreads; it won’t be published until May) that got me thinking. Zelazny is one of my favourite authors, and a direct inspiration for some of my own fiction, including several short stories that are among my most successful and that I’m most proud of. The book outlines how he had a brilliant, award-winning early career and was hailed (rightly) as an exciting and surprising new author with great potential, and then, once he became a full-time writer, was accused of having become “too commercial” and knocking out books with not enough development to explore his ideas to the full.

That’s not how he saw it, by the way. One reason, I think, that his books are so compact is that he decided early on that he wouldn’t overwrite or overexplain, that once he’d shown the reader something he wouldn’t go on talking about it but would move on to the next thing. To me, that makes his books concentrated, rich despite their typically short length. He also talks, in an interview included in the book, about how each book he wrote experimented with something that he considered a weakness, but that he tried to put in enough of what he knew he did well that even if the experiment failed, the book itself should still be able to succeed.

Anyway, all of this got me thinking about what I want to achieve with my writing. I’ve always wanted to produce something – whether books or otherwise – that will be of lasting value. A lot of the work I do in my day job is with technology that will be replaced within a few years; it’s likely, if I live a decent length of time after I retire, that none of the work I did in IT will survive me. I’ve come to terms with that recently, and decided that it can still be the case that things are worth doing even if they don’t last and aren’t remembered; they had worth at the time. (The fact that I’ve got into cooking, which is inherently short-term in its usefulness but is definitely useful while it lasts, has a lot to do with this shift in philosophy.) Nevertheless, I would like to write books that aren’t just things of the moment, that people will still be reading after I’m gone.

Now, there are a couple of different kinds of books that are “of the moment” but don’t last. One is purely commercial, what I sometimes refer to as “extruded fiction product”; produced to meet a market demand, just like thousands of other books, with nothing about it that distinguishes it or gives it longevity. The other is the kind of book that wins acclaim and awards at the time it’s published, because it captures the zeitgeist so well; but because it captures the zeitgeist so well, if it doesn’t have anything else going for it, it dates rapidly and falls out of fashion.

You only have to look at old bestseller lists and awards lists to encounter dozens of both types. I personally feel that a lot of books that are winning awards at the moment are of the second type. People are tremendously excited about them because they fit so absolutely perfectly into this moment’s (particularly US) political landscape, but when that landscape inevitably shifts, there won’t be much else to keep them in favour. It’s like what I often say about books that are marketed as humourous: if the joke falls flat, you still need to be telling a good story with well-rounded characters, not just ringmastering a trope parade with a bunch of silly names. So, for example, I think Ann Leckie’s work will endure, because even though it does mesh so strongly into current politics, it also tells a powerful story and tells it in excellent prose. Other books, which I’ll refrain from calling out by name, will be forgotten as quickly as they became celebrated, because really the only thing they have going for them is that people see themselves in them who are not used to seeing themselves in books. And, I sincerely hope, they will go on to see themselves in plenty more books that also have a lot more than that going for them, and then they’ll look back on these ones with a nostalgic pang but see, in retrospect, that they were hollow chocolate bunnies.

I’m self-published. I’m not selling a lot of books, because honestly I’m terrible at marketing and I don’t enjoy it (plus what I write is in neither the current commercial mainstream nor the current critical mainstream); but that means that I can do anything I like, pretty much. I don’t have a publishing house to tell me I can’t, and I don’t have a big, vocal fanbase demanding that I produce a specific type of book or be lambasted. That kind of freedom is dangerous – I could easily fall into self-indulgent tripe that only I like – but it’s also powerful. I can experiment. I can try new things that I might fail at. If I realize that I’ve failed, I don’t need to release it; it’s not under contract, and I won’t drop off the Amazon charts and lose a huge income if I don’t constantly release books. I don’t make my living from writing.

So I can write something I care about, something that’s difficult for me, something that resonates with universals of humanity, something that is like the books I most like myself: a propulsive plot, characters with depth who are doing the right thing against the odds, some reflection to provoke thought (without preaching), a fresh and fascinating setting.

That’s inherently hard to do. I know that not only because I’m a writer and know how hard different writing things are, but also because I’m a reviewer, and of the many books I see, only a few of them manage it. I think it’s a goal worth reaching for, though.

What I need is to figure out exactly how to do it and then execute it.

I’ve done project work of various kinds for nearly 30 years; I’m used to figuring out how to do hard things and then executing them. The trick will be to find something that draws me in enough that I’ll stick with it through the difficult parts, because, as already noted, I don’t have to do this. Nobody’s making me.

So, concretely: I’m very close to finished with Auckland Allies 4, and I feel like it’s sound. I plan to polish that up and release it during the first half of this year.

Next after that could well be Auckland Allies 5, which will finish the series. I think I can keep up the momentum and do that; I have an ending in mind, and it’s a heist story, which I love. The characters are already full of useful complications and have clear, distinctive voices.

After that? I don’t know. I may take a different tack and tell small, intimate, psychological stories for a while. I still feel that Hope and the Patient Man is one of my best books, if not the best, even though I wrote it years ago; it’s primarily a love story, with engineering and politics going on mostly in the background. Despite my love of ensemble casts, it may be time to focus on one or two protagonists striving for something they really care about.

It’s time, in fact, for me to be a protagonist, striving against the odds for something I care about: writing good books that mean something.

I hope I can.

Feb 22

Quidditch as a Metaphor for the Chosen One

It occurred to me yesterday that the game of Quidditch in the Harry Potter books/films is a telling (and probably unintended) metaphor for the problem of the Chosen One.

A team of people work hard to score goals with the Quaffle, avoiding the Bludgers and redirecting them against their opponents. One by one, little by little, they make progress, building up their score.

And then some little snot catches the Snitch and all of that effort (usually) means nothing. Whether the rest of the team were winning or losing, unless they’ve done a truly amazing job, the catching of the Snitch is going to be what decides the outcome. Their painstakingly assembled score is a footnote.

This is why I can’t stand Chosen Ones (I make a reluctant exception for Harry because of other factors, but his Chosen One status is still an annoyance to me). The message is that the Chosen One is the only person whose actions matter. The work and sacrifice of everyone else is background; what truly won the day was the Chosen One doing one special thing.

This is not how The Lord of the Rings works, by the way, to take an example from an equally popular franchise. Frodo, of course, isn’t a Chosen One. There’s no prophecy about him. He is, in many ways, just an ordinary person who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time; what’s extraordinary about him is that he steps up to do what needs doing. The rest of the cast know that their role is to support him, but what they do still matters (and not always just to his mission, either). They’re as indispensable as Frodo is, each in their own way.

To be fair, that’s true of HP as well, mostly, but it’s still infested with a Chosen One, and Quidditch is still a miniature of how the whole series and the individual books tend to play out. It’s the Great Man theory of history, in which only a few people’s decisions truly matter, and everyone else’s striving is merely background.

If you know my work, you know that I lean towards ensemble casts, and ordinary people with extraordinary commitment (though I do sometimes have exceptional protagonists; it’s difficult to avoid the temptation, because I admire competence so much). I do this as an overt and deliberate rejection of the trope of the Chosen One. It’s a difficult trick to pull off, because as genre readers, we do like to identify with one powerful protagonist whose actions are the key to the whole plot.

For philosophical reasons, though, I’m going to continue to make the effort.