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Come on, are these even words?

Ten winning words for a recent National Spelling Bee, of which I knew the meaning of four. No, five. Definitely five. (How about you?)

Meanings below the fold.

Scrannel
Matsutake
Rhabdomyoma
Brumalia
Leguleian
Villicus
Bacalao
Mirin
Genethliac
Bundestag

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Worst of the worst

I’m really enjoying Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, which I’m reading as part of The Classic Slave Narratives. Douglass had a remarkable intellect, which is evident even in the first few pages of his autobiography. Because the premise of my embryonic alt history involves both slavery and religion, I’ve been particularly attentive to Douglass’s thoughts in that regard. This passage piqued my interest:

Another advantage I gained in my new master was, he made no pretensions to, or profession of, religion; and this, in my opinion, was truly a great advantage. I assert most unhesitatingly, that the religion of the south is a mere covering for the most horrid crimes,–a justifier of the most appalling barbarity,–a sanctifier of the most hateful frauds,–and a dark shelter under, which the darkest, foulest, grossest, and most infernal deeds of slaveholders find the strongest protection. Were I to be again reduced to the chains of slavery, next to that enslavement, I should regard being the slave of a religious master the greatest calamity that could befall me. For of all slaveholders with whom I have ever met, religious slaveholders are the worst. I have ever found them the meanest and basest, the most cruel and cowardly, of all others. It was my unhappy lot not only to belong to a religious slaveholder, but to live in a community of such religionists.

Berkeley Digital Library has Douglass’s Narrative in full text here. This should be required reading for high school US History students, or at the very least the AP students. Probably too much to ask that US History textbooks quote liberally from this work, since Texas controls textbook content in this country.

This Christian Odyssey page contains an interesting discussion touching on the Old Testament-inspired theories prevalent during the 17th to 19th centuries, regarding Africans, blacks, and slavery. Probably the most common attitude was the “Hamite view,” which held that blacks were descendants of Noah’s son Ham (or possibly Canaan), whom Noah cursed for undressing him whilst the old Arkist was in his cups. But a curse of slavery for all generations to come has always seemed a bit extreme to me as a punishment for such a seemingly trivial offense, so I’ve always wondered if there was more to the story. Wikipedia’s article touches on the Talmudic interpretations, which delve deeper:

The Talmud deduces two possible explanations (attributed to Rab and Rabbi Samuel) for what Ham did to Noah to warrant the curse. (Babylonian Talmud Sanhedrin 70a.) According to Rab, Ham castrated Noah on the basis that, since Noah cursed Ham by his fourth son Canaan, Ham must have injured Noah with respect to a fourth son, by emasculating him, thus depriving Noah of the possibility of a fourth son. According to Samuel, Ham sodomized Noah, on the analogy between “and he saw” written in two places in the Bible: With regard to Ham and Noah, it says, “And Ham the father of Canaan saw the nakedness of his father (Noah)”; while in Genesis 34:2, it says, “And when Shechem the son of Hamor saw her (Dinah), he took her and lay with her and defiled her.” According to this argument, similar abuse must have happened each time that the Bible uses the same language. The Talmud concludes that, in fact, “both indignities were perpetrated.”

In more recent times, some scholars have suggested that Ham may have had intercourse with his father’s wife. Under this interpretation, Canaan is cursed as the “product of Ham’s illicit union.”

If this discussion stirs a sense of deja vu, it may be because in Greek mythology, Chronos castrated his father, Uranus, and in Egyptian mythology, Osiris’s death and resurrection involve a somewhat more than symbolic castration in the form of a missing penis.

But I digress. The point Douglass makes here and elsewhere is that religious slave owners were adept at using religion to justify their worst excesses; elsewhere, he discusses an overseer (if I remember correctly) whose knowledge of the Bible seemed limited to a passage enjoining slaveholders to punish their disobedient slaves with the lash.

Slaveholders in Douglass’s account seem more than a little ambivalent about providing their slaves with religion. I suspect a good part of that ambivalence related to their desire to keep their slaves ignorant and illiterate, a goal that runs contrary to the judaeochristian tradition, in which textual study is a core value. Indeed, one of the common tropes of the slave narrative is that literacy will set you free: the slave’s acquisition of reading and writing was instrumental to his eventual emancipation.

So here’s my thought, the kernel of an idea which I think could spawn a corker of a novel: aside from a desire for freedom, what other ideas might a group of slaves derive from a careful reading of the Old Testament?

D.

Fooling the muse

I’ve been researching an idea — yeah, research, that’s a good name for it. Sounds so much better than procrastination. I’m just tickled that my muse has found something to wake her from her long slumber, since I had begun to think that portion of my psyche had suffocated in mothballs. Still, researching ain’t the same as writing, and I don’t know how some writers spend a year or more at this, especially since they do it full time, while I dabble. Full time research? Blech.

One interesting wrinkle has presented itself. In the beginning, this idea had presented itself as an alternate history. The more I study the era, however, the more I see that reality is of more than sufficient interest, with an ample share of villains and heroes, and no shortage of background color. The only reason to pursue an alternate history is that the romantic in me wishes there had been a different outcome. But I could easily stay within the bounds of fact and still write a ripping good yarn.

Main trouble is, this history is new territory for me. Hence the research. And it’s not like I haven’t tried something new before — I finished that romance, after all.

And I shouldn’t let the fact that I’m neither black nor Native American slow me down. No sirree. Write the thing first, then worry about the screams of “How dare you!” I’ve already decided to make my protagonist a Jew (don’t ask me how a Jew will find his way onto a Florida sugar cane plantation — that’s a big part of the fun & surprise right there), so I won’t be completely lacking in credibility.

Just mostly.

D.

Too tired to think

Not sure why. I’m not on call this week . . . should be sleeping like a baby.

The talk went well. I was hoping a “Here, let me share some wisdom-gained-from-experience with you” talk would be appreciated, and it was.

Here. This one’s for the writers/authors in my audience.

This intrigued me:

But what I really wanted to do was steal this from Noxcat.

D.

If you say so.

I am:

Ursula K. LeGuin

Perhaps the most admired writing talent in the science fiction field.

Which science fiction writer are you?

Funny thing is, I don’t care much for Le Guin’s writing . . . but I suppose they’re trying to match personalities on this quiz.

D.

New Years Resolution:

Get back to 163 and stay there.

I’m counting calories. That and exercise, and I’ll get back to 163 in no time. I’ve already lost three pounds; eight more to go. How hard can it be to lose eight pounds?

I love the way weight peels off at the beginning of a diet. If it kept falling off at this rate, I’d reach my goal in less than a week.

Any resolutions you’d like to share?

Oh, and I’m wondering: how many authors are selling their work as pdfs? Do ebook readers support pdfs? And will we eventually get to the point where authors sell directly, without a publishing middleman?

D.

What are you playing?

Not like I need more distractions . . .

I bought a little black book. It’s for writing down ideas pertinent to a particular story I have in mind. I’ve lost track of how many such little books I have lying about, each with a few handwritten pages, stories I’ve long since forgotten. It’s fun to reread these (not) and wonder what on earth I was thinking about that made me think it was worth 2 to 5 dollars to buy that book.

Anyway, I keep meaning to write the word nephilim down in my little black book, but I am distracted.

I am distracted by Bubble Spinner. It’s at the top of my frequently visited list, beating out gmail and even xHamster. Yes, I would rather toss colored bubbles around than watch xHamster. Where are my priorities?

So what distracts you?

D.

Aftermath of the project & a new game

The kids had to do two-minute presentations on their projects. As I predicted, some of the kids had scrapbookers in the family. There were some interesting developments, though; one student constructed all of his pages on paper plates, and another took the Maximal Ingratiation approach, tailoring all of his answers to please the teacher. For, “If I could do something to make the world a better place . . .” he wrote, “I would make our Theology teacher President of the United States.” Or words to that effect.

Kinda undermines the introspective point of the assignment, but I give him props for good humor intuition: he had his class in stitches during his presentation.

Jake thinks his project had the only pop-up (and certainly the only pop-up Colbert). Go pop-ups!

In other news: got a great premise for an SF novel, or at least a short story. I’m pretty sure this hasn’t been done yet. But it’s just a premise (and a few features of the main character) but no story. It’s one of those “thaw out a frozen 21st Century guy in an unusual future” premises, and the unusual future is the kicker, of course. I have a good idea what the first two or three chapters would look like, but after that, I have no idea. Should I trust in the muse? It worked for my romance, but that’s romance. Everyone knows how that’s supposed to end.

New game: Osmos. You control this entity which looks a bit like a moon jellyfish; you propel yourself by farting out bits of your mass opposite to your direction of movement. Encounter something smaller than yourself and you absorb it, gaining mass; run into something bigger than yourself, and you lose mass (or die altogether if you don’t move real fast). Starts simple, rapidly becomes wicked hard.

osmos

Osmos is an indie game, downloadable for the low low price of ten dollars. In recent years, some of our best gaming experiences have been with indie games. I’ve previously blogged World of Goo, but I should have mentioned Braid, too. Neat stuff. And sooo addictive.

D.

Coming back to it

We got the old computer out of mothballs — that’s the one that has all of my old writing on it. Seemed prudent to transfer all of those files to this laptop before the old computer emits a wheezing gasp of ozone and cacks it. Anyway, for lack of any true inspiration, and because my reader Maureen suggested it, I think I might revisit Brakan Correspondent and think about a revision. Lots of good stuff in that novel, but then there’s lots of stuff in the novel. Way too many characters, everyone fighting for center stage.

I’ve been away from the manuscript for a year. Is that enough time for objectivity? Do I have what it take to cut scenes — to cut characters?

I feel kind of pessimistic about the whole thing: first, that I have the discipline to take a razor to the text; second, that it’s a worthwhile endeavor and not a fat waste of time. I’m not sure I do have the objectivity to see the right thing to do. At one point, I thought I should turn the whole thing into a narrative with two limited third person perspectives (Cree and Boron, for those of you who remember the characters) but then the titular Correspondent’s story becomes too hard to tell. So I’m back to the multiple POV interlaced story line, and that’s just Brakah. What about the giant tarantula subplot? Talk about something which could be surgically excised without damage to the story! Except that Bare Rump does have some of the best lines.

Maybe the undisciplined approach is best. Keep the story wild and woolly and obviously a first novel. Just fix the plotting and tighten what I can.

You’d think one year away from a manuscript would make things easier.

D.

What do women want . . .

in their guy-on-guy gay romance novels? (Because you know guys aren’t the market for this stuff.) No, really: the women who crave this stuff, what do they want to read? Hot man-on-man action followed by tender cuddling? Or two guys hitting the mall together for a romantic day of shopping?

Is it boy meets boy, boy loses boy, boy gets boy? Must one boy be young and beautiful, the other worldly and experienced? Should all members be thick and empurpled?

Do you have to have an HEA?

Discuss.

While you’re thinking about this, have a kitty.

D.

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