It was a busy weekend (the Art Crawl and conversation at the Pen & Pencil Club on Friday; Tom Purdom's literary salon, eagle-watching at Conowingo dam, and dinner with friends on Saturday; a quick visit to Greg and Barbara Frost and then several hours driving about a cemetery, writing words on leaves on Sunday), and as a result I still haven't found the scan.
So instead, I'll reflect briefly on the fact that I've just ducked the bullet yet again. The November issue of The New York Review of Science Fiction contains an essay by Fiona Kelleghan, defining a new literary group she either discovered or invented, called the Savage Humanists. The essay originally appeared in The Savage Humanists, a critical anthology also edited by Kelleghan. And, though I am mentioned a couple of times in it as somebody who might belong in the SH camp, no story by me made it into the anthology.
So I'm not a member of the group.
Which is good, because I don't really think I fit the definition very well. Gregory Frost seems to be the true and perfect exemplar of kind -- unless it's James Morrow. In any case, satire seems to be important to the category, and satire is just something I don't do. Sorry.
In any case, this brings to four the number of literary movements I've been close enough to that outsiders sometimes mistakenly include me in, but whose core members will attest to my not belonging to the club. These are:
CyberpunkSteampunkNew WeirdSavage Humanists
I do not include Mannerpunk, Interstitial Arts (though I've attended their meetings), or Slipstream, because nobody's ever claimed I belonged in any of them.
Interestingly enough, the one group I did belong to -- other than being a freak, back in the late sixties, I mean -- nobody ever thinks to list me as. Anybody care to guess?
A review worth cherishing . . .
In that same issue of NYRSF, Ariel Hameon has a very long review of The Dragons of Babel which would make me blush, if I didn't agree with every word of it. I make it a point never to thank anybody for a good review, because . . . well, because it's an insult to the reviewer to imply that the words are anything other than honest opinion.
Still, I was glad to get it.
And as always . . .
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