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    Saturday, May 23rd, 2015
    5:47 am
    No One Cares About Your Hooey

    Someone with the socialist yet anarchic name of Bakunin writes in with a link to an anonymous accuser who is linked to a second anonymous accuser:

    It’s not social justice. It’s basic human decency to speak out against a man who says:

    “In any case, I have never heard of a group of women descended on a lesbian couple and beating them to death with axhandles and tire-irons, but that is the instinctive reaction of men towards f***” (

    It is also basic human decency not to lie, not to libel, and not to make false accusations.

    For the record, Mr Bakunin, the words you are repeating are the answer to a specific question of what I thought the writers of LEGEND OF KORRA were thinking when they decided to use lesbians rather than male homosexuals as the couple of choice in a children’s cartoon to lure innocent and trusting kids into believing homosexuality is right and normal and ergo Christianity is wrong and abnormal.

    But, oddly enough, you are only the second person, out of all of them who commented on that quote, to ask me about it.

    No one else did me the courtesy of addressing a question to me. Technically, you did not either, but one does not expect a raven to lay the eagle egg.

    So you are ahead of your peers in courage, or, at least, courtesy.

    But it seems as if you did not consider the possibility that this quote should be read in context. If you read the question to which this quote is an answer, a reader is asking me to speculate on the motivations and thought process of writers supporting your position.

    Yes, your position.

    You see, your side, not my side, thinks of rednecks and conservatives and Christians as being obsessed with a psycho-pathological phobia and hatred of gays. Your side coined an silly term for the alleged phobia because it did not exist until you invented it: homophobia.

    My question to you is this: do you believe that some, even most, hetero men have a visceral and instinctive desire to beat homosexuals to death?

    If so, why is it bigotry if I report that your side believes this?

    Why is it bigotry if I speculate that this belief in homophobia, fairly common among your side, was perhaps the reason behind the writers’ decision to use Korra and Asami as their couple of choice rather than, say, Aang and Sokka?

    Let us suppose I shared your belief. Why is it bigotry when I report that heteros have this barbaric and grotesque instinct and not when you report it?

    Answer: it is not. Which is why the opening part of the quote where I made that clear is missing.

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Friday, May 22nd, 2015
    5:46 pm
    From the Pen of James May

    As concise a depiction of the motives of the Evil Legion of Evil Authors, and our push for the Lame Uberleftist Message Fic Makes Puppies Sad, as I have yet seen. I applaud and condone these words:

    The problem to me is pretty clear: the core community used to act as custodians of their art. They promoted and taught art appreciation and acted as curators. The Hugo Winners and SF Hall of Fame anthologies operated much like a museum. People said “This is what we think is good” and they made a case for it. They understood the evolution of their genre. Now Jack Vance dies and they say “Who was that?” They’ve never heard of Lord Dunsany.

    Today that same community has replaced a curatorship with judging work by its value as a medium to achieve social justice. People are publicly stating they care more about who’s in the books than if they’re any good. Many more are openly promoting work merely by the identity of the authors. On top of that, at the same time they’re hanging “Not Welcome” signs to other identities. They’re on a crusade and with a lot of flat out racial and sexual hate speech to boot. Too many books are being laid open to whether they benefit this weird feminist ideology. They’re even attempting to mass boycott Game of Thrones.

    Throw all that into any other arena, whether it’s engine design, architecture, whatever. It will be destroyed.

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    1:20 pm
    Petty Puppy-Kickers on the March

    From the blog of Theodore Beale, the Most Hated Man in the Solar System:

    Glenn Hauman issued a second call for anti-Puppy Amazon reviews, this time on File 770:

    Glenn Hauman on April 15, 2015
    You can game Amazon ratings as well. Here’s a list of all of Mr. Beale’s nominees, complete with handy links to Amazon. It might be a good idea to take a look at the reviews and see which ones are helpful. If you’ve read the works, you should add your own review. Oh, and to answer the title question: what do you do to rabid puppies? You put them down.

    Glenn Hauman on May 20, 2015 at 10:51 pm said:
    Just a reminder to all Hugo voters: After you’ve read items in the Hugo packet, you don’t have to confine any reviews of them to your own blogs and social media. Feel free to add them to Amazon as well.

    And once again, SJWs have obediently responded to his call.

    I am proud to have Mr Beale as my publisher. For one thing, he answers my emails without leaving me hanging for months, for another, he knows how to edit a manuscript.

    I hesitate to call him ‘Vox Day’ or ‘Ted’ because of the recent discovery, touted by scientists, alienists, chrononauts and posthistorians investigating the degenerate subuman descendants of British workingmen found in dank caves and sewers, that Morlocks do not understand nicknames. This is a quality they share with the reptiloids of Alpha Draconis, and the Badoon of Capella.

    This is not to be confused with the fact that the aliens from the Quinn-Martin TV show THE INVADERS cannot bend their pinky fingers. Each different invader creature has a different set of ‘tells’ which betrays his nonhumanity. See your Peterson’s Field Guide for details.

    It must be noted that these entities, though dire and potent in their own spheres, often misunderstand simple human conventions, such as nicknames, or the process of voting based on the merit of the case, and can be thwarted by the agile wit of a diligent and observant mortal. I quote from our casebook:

    “No; there is ample at hand,” declared the creature, speaking through Iucounu’s mouth. “But now I feel the need for relaxation. The evolution I performed a moment or so ago has made quietude necessary.”

    “A simple matter,” said Cugel. “The most effective means to this end is to clamp with extreme intensity upon the Lobe of Directive Volition.”

    “Indeed?” inquired the creature. “I will attempt as much; let me see: this is the Lobe of Antithesis and here, the Convolvement of Subliminal Configuration … Szzm. Much here puzzles me; it was never thus on Achernar.” The creature gave Cugel a sharp look to see if the slip  had been noticed. But Cugel put on an attitude of lackadaisical boredom; and the creature continued to sort through the various elements of Iucounu’s brain. “Ah yes, here: the Lobe of Directive Volition. Now, a sudden vigorous pressure.”

    Iucounu’s face became taut, the muscles sagged, and the corpulent body crumpled to the floor. Cugel leapt forward and in a trice bound Iucounu’s arms and legs and affixed an adhesive pad across the big mouth.

    Note here the importance of nonchalance when dealing with such creatures, as the pretense that their activities are undetected often lulls them into error. A strong cord, a sharp dirk, and an emulsion of Pharisms’ Excellent Nontelluric Expurgative, either in liquid form or suppository, is also useful.

    They like to think they can pass for human, despite the encroachment of extraterrestrial verbal signifiers into their language,  such as “Szzm” or “cisnormative” or “transmisogynistic.”

    Alas, I am too busy today to comb through Amazon to downvote and report graffiti being left on my sale goods by malign Morlocks. I ask any reader impatient for my next work to be published to alleviate my workload by shouldering this task, please.

    I ask any undecided onlooker who has noticed the kerfuffle to observe who has played straight, honest, aboveboard, and continually and openly identified their goals and platform, and who has lied, cheated, lied, slandered, lied, libeled, lied, betrayed, lied, invented falsehoods, resorted to dirsty tricks, lied, defamed, lied, called people racists, lied, organized defamation campaigns in major media, lied and lied again.

    I ask any undecided onlooker who has noticed the kerfuffle to observe whether anyone on the Sad Puppies side of things has called for posting false and defamatory reviews of rival works, or attempting to blacklist or undermine the income of fellow authors?

    Allow me to quote the wise Cail Corishev

    I’m still trying to figure out if they truly hate the work

    The works are irrelevant, if they even read them. They aren’t making anti-Puppy attacks because they honestly think the works are bad, any more than Soviet commissars killed Ukrainian farmers because their cabbages were too small.

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Thursday, May 21st, 2015
    4:04 pm
    The Uncorrectors are Never Right

    The groundlings over at 770 — I am too lazy to provide links —  seem to be baffled that I make the following simpleminded yet goodnatured jest:

    “I actually have rather plebeian tastes. Albeit I suppose a real plebeian would not know the word “plebeian”. He would use the phrase “the hoi polloi” instead.”

    Joining with our own Dr Andreassen, they rushed in an avalanche of sophomoric vainglory to point out that the article in Greek repeats the article in English, and then excused their remarkable solecism by saying that *I* was the pedant. It was not just one jackanape who made such a remark, but a plethora: a veritable avalanche of gaffe.

    One braying jenny congratulated herself on having ‘called me out’ for this alleged malapropism, by which she evidently meant, posting the erroneous correction under an assumed name on a blog I avoid reading, of whose existence I was blissfully unaware until the blog owner, Mr Glyer, started vexing, snarking and snarling at me, for reasons which yet elude explanation. To call someone out means to challenge him, that is, to direct an offer of combat not to a third party in an unvisited location, but to him.

    I was surprised how few got the reference to Gilbert and Sullivan, whom, frankly, I did not think so very obscure. Once fellow who did catch the reference further surprised me when he opined that I intended no one to catch the reference, which was therefore evidence of something intolerable or uncomely about my person. Perhaps he thought I was telling a joke I meant no one to get? His reasoning was elliptical and, I fear, eludes my grasp.

    PEERS: Our lordly style
    You shall not quench
    With base canaille!
    FAIRIES: (That word is French.)

    PEERS: Distinction ebbs
    Before a herd
    Of vulgar plebs!
    FAIRIES: (A Latin word.)

    PEERS: ‘Twould fill with joy,
    And madness stark
    The hoi polloi!
    FAIRIES: (A Greek remark.)

    I was taught, and experience confirms, that the alleged correction of “the hoi polloi” is the very soul and exemplar of pedantic error and half-learned buffoonery.

    No learned man ever offers that correction, and no one ever offers it innocently, but only in vulgar pretense of erudition they do not possess. (A man with a modicum of real education would look in the OED, and see this phase is correct in English.)


    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    10:04 am
    The Customer is Always Right

    It would be untoward for me to comment on the mental processes of any readers disappointed in my humble work. If I fail to please, the fault is mine, not theirs. Nonetheless, from time to time the causes for discontent are worthy of note.

    For example, in the novella ‘One Bright Star to Guide Them’ the characters as children, around age 10, stumble through a magical well that opens to a fairytale world, where they have a strange adventure, but then are returned to our world, where they age and grow into adults. As is the custom in English speaking nations, the children are called by a diminutive of their names, so in the flashback scenes, Thomas is called Tommy, Richard is called Dick, Sarah is called Sally, and so on.

    The following exchange was brought to my attention.

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    9:00 am
    Morlockery and Progressivism as Futurism

    The SJWs are wolves in sheep-garb when it comes to leftwingers. Leftists believe in a future of peace and equality, and old hatreds between nations, races, and creeds forgotten.

    The honest Leftists want to see the bridge crew of the Starship Enterprise, oriental and occidental, male and female, white and black, including a Russian, a Scotchman, and a Vulcan thrown in for spice.

    The SJWs want Kirk humiliated and forgotten, and then the rest of the crew dead, until only Uhura of planet Twofer is left, and then only if she has the sexual orientation of the actor who played Sulu, and even she is insufficient, because she is neither in a wheelchair or taking meds for a neural disorder.

    Leftwingers are the Eloi for the SJW Morlocks, merely food animals waiting to be exploited, hoping to be eaten last. If they are willing to turn on Heinlein and then Joss Whedon, the loudest and clearest voices favoring racial and sexual equality imaginable, then the Morlocks are willing to turn on anyone.

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Wednesday, May 20th, 2015
    7:35 pm
    From the Pen of Matt K

    A comment over at Brad R Torgersen’s blog, concerning the honesty, decency, and morality of voting as a way of making political statements:

    “What are the Hugo Awards?

    The Hugo Awards, to give them their full title, are awards for excellence in the field of science fiction or fantasy.”

    First two sentences of the Hugo Awards FAQ, on the official Hugo Awards website.

    To vote based upon any other criteria besides “excellence in the field of science fiction or fantasy” thus is inappropriate.

    Voting “No Award” over a work that one thinks has been “nominated inappropriately” is really a vote against the process of nomination, and should take place in a different venue, at the WorldCon business meetings where the Hugo rules can be discussed for possible change.

    Voting “No Award” over another work based on your perception of the ideological views of the author is a stand that you should make with your pocketbook, or your own internet pulpit, and not by subverting the Hugo process for your own preferred social or political purposes.

    Voting “No Award” over a work because it doesn’t contain the requisite number of women/gays/minorities portrayed in the politically correct fashion of the week actually does superficially start to bear on the idea of the merit of the work. However, only someone who has lost all sense of the real purpose of art could believe the idea that the faddish political checklists of the day have anything to do with “excellence in the field of science fiction or fantasy.” Excellence in the field of social and political propaganda is quite a different category entirely, one with which historically prominent figures named Adolph and Josef were very familiar, back in my grandparents’ day. Many of us are tired of being told that “science fiction” which scores highly on that particular metric is the best that the field has to offer today — especially when it only tangentially seems to be science fiction at all. As has been noted elsewhere many times, political art is to art as military intelligence is to intelligence. In deference to our host, I’ll say that I suspect that comparison may be somewhat unfair to military intelligence.

    If you think the field can do better than John C. Wright, Jim Butcher, Brad Torgerson and Vox Day, then prove it next year by working towards getting your preferred works nominated. Any other response betrays someone not really concerned about the Hugo Awards as such, but only about making sure that the “right” people/works win, and it dooms the Hugos to continue their 10+ year slide into irrelevance.

    Of course, within the frame of the publicly-stated underlying purpose of Sad Puppies, the Hugos are already irrelevant. Evidence has proven the hypothesis. Experiment concluded. Case closed.

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    2:13 pm
    On Conservative Taste

    A reader writes:

    I write you as a fellow reader.

    I had the opportunity to download the newly released Hugo voting packets this morning. I express my unvarnished sentiments when I say that I find Sex Criminals stupid and gimmicky, Ms Marvel barely disguised ideological tripe, and Rat Queens another piece of ‘watch women do the disgusting things guys do in the name of equality’.

    In fact, I actually find Ms Marvel’s attempt at incorporating Hindu elements offensive to the religion.

    The only work which I find promising is Saga.

    Am I hopelessly blinkered by my conservative tastes?

    The answer to your question is not just ‘no’ but ‘hell, no’.

    Conservative taste is taste. We stand for standards: melody in music, perspective in drawing and painting, soaring & sublime beauty sculpted in stone for architecture, plot and theme in storytelling, and so on.

    We have the Saint John’s Passion by Bach, the paintings of Bouguereau, the Cathedral of Notre Dame, and the Lord of the Rings by Tolkien.

    Morlockery is untaste. They stand for scrawling graffiti on standards and urinating and vomiting and excreting on them. They stand for atonal cacophony in music, bleary visual mess in drawing and painting, inhuman blocks of concrete and featureless steel in architecture, dreary incoherent psychopathy in the written word.

    They have the music of Scriabin, the spastic scrawls of Picasso, the soul-crushing ulginess of Corbusier, and Ulysses by James Joyce.

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    12:53 pm
    From the Pen of Jeff Duntemann

    A balanced view and trenchant insight in a column from an interested onlooker to the ongoing world-shattering Holy War and  foodfight-in-a-phonebooth between the subterranean Morlocks and the lachrymose Sad Puppies

    Some of the more interesting observations from Mr Duntemann are in his comments below the column.

    SP authors have nothing to lose in the conflict, and AP authors have nothing to gain. It’s pretty much that simple.

    My comment:

    He hits the nail on the head.That is why I reject calls for reconciliation and a return to the status quo ante with umbrage and scorn.

    Even with the utmost of humility and meekness I can summon up, I cannot honestly believe my work is inferior to tales which have won awards in recent years, prose poems with not a scintilla of science fiction present, or genre-free drolleries dwelling on politically correct messages but lacking both a sense of wonder and a competence of storytelling craft.

    Even if peace terms were offered, what could the Morlocks offer me?

    What purpose do semi-unpublished lacktalent lackwits like Damien G Walter of the Guardian or interstitial poetasters like Alex Dally ‘nonbinary’ MacFarlane of (whom together, in their whole careers, have sold fewer works than I sold in the last twelve months) — what purpose, ask I, do such peripheral figures  serve in the Science Fiction field, except to drive out the science and the fiction, the storytelling and sense of wonder, to make room for dreary finger-wagging lectures about the alleged glories of yet one more sexual deviancy or other morbidity?

    To win their applause is no goal of mine.

    I do not want the harpies to cook or wait tables. I merely want them to cease befouling the feast.

    No one has offered me peace terms. No one has opened negotiations with me. No one has apologized, retracted, or condemned the outrageous libels offered in major media outlets. Instead, one or two rare voices, speaking in measured tones rather then hysterical screams, has asked for all parties to remain calm, and for the Sad Puppies to concede the field and withdraw, in return for which we are offered … nothing.

    What we want is science fiction. That is our demand.

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Tuesday, May 19th, 2015
    2:51 pm
    Guest Editorial: Social Justice as a Sacrament

    A commenter named Sherwood Family over at Vox Day said something so well, and so truthful, that it bears repeating in full:

    “Social Justice” is a religion. It has saints, dogma, and sacraments. It also has backsliders and apostates. As any religion knows, apostates must be dealt with lest they lead the rest of the flock astray. So any expression that shows them to be in any way rejecting the creeds of Social Justice must be met with a inquisitorial zeal. They must be made to recant…not just for the safety of the flock but for the good of their own souls. If they, like the proverbial village in Vietnam, have to be destroyed in order to be saved…well…so be it.

    The interesting thing is that positions that were blessed by the SJWs in the past become rapidly outmoded and outdated and thus…incorrect. Evolve too slowly and one is a throwback reactionary who does not believe in progress, despite the fact that one’s views may be utterly in harmony with the doctrine of the church of Social Justice from only a few years ago.

    SJWs cannot evolve too quickly either. That risks alienating the mass of SJWs who are not yet ready for more advanced views. But they do have a vanguard group who agitates for the more extreme positions, knowing that a slighly less extreme compromise will lead the faithful by the nose to the positions staked out by the vanguard over time.

    Four decades ago it was decriminalizing homosexuality and legalizing abortion. Suggesting homosexuals should have the ability to marry and adopt would have been unacceptable except among a small group. And pushing for things like partial birth abortion would not even have been mentioned because it would have been too barbarous to be considered. Today, subscribing to these views is a requirement, a holy crusade for equality. Denying these “rights” today is sin. And the SJW church will require one to immediately confess their sin and be forced to undergo a struggle session to get their mind right.

    But the interesting thing to watch is the avant-garde views that are slowly assimilated by the mass and made mainstream. What are the avant-garde views today? Where, in other words, are the SJWs headed?

    This seems to me one of the reasons that aging liberals often wake up and begin adopting more moderate and in some cases even conservative views…because they were comfortable with progress up to a point but the movement has gone beyond their arbitrarily chosen boundries and they too suddenly find themselves athwart history yelling stop.

    It is also one of the reasons why the “former liberal conversos” are extremely dubious, in my opinion. They often fail to acknowledge that it was their own efforts to promote “progress” in the first place that has landed all of us where we are now.

    There is no compromise with progressivism and trying to stop it at some line drawn in the sand is a fool’s errand. Trying to hold them at bay cedes momentum to the progressives. Only a concerted campaign to destroy progressives root and branch by forcing the march of history in the other direction will ever have an effect.

    Don’t want to be forced to support and defend homosexual marriage? Then arguing for a live and let live approach is stupid. Homosexuals certainly aren’t content with that.

    Only forcing the issue the other direction offers hope.

    Don’t want to be forced to have your tax money pay for contraception and abortions on demand? Then stop tolerating the existence of abortion which makes that the likeliest outcome over time.

    In short, the only solution is to crush the SJWs. Remember…nits make lice. Extirpate them early and often.


    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    1:22 pm
    A Dream about the Worst Vikings Ever

    Normally I do not talk about where I get my ideas, but let me make an exception. I get them in my sleep, which is why whenever the wife finds me snoring on the couch, I tell her I am hard at work.

    I had an odd dream this morning, but the idea is one I cannot see how to use in a story.

    Its seems the god Heimdall was using the technology of Eobard Thawne, the Reverse Flash, to travel in disguise among the races of middle earth. He called himself Rig. He visited an elf maiden, a human lass, and a hobbit girl, and nine months later, the three gave birth to the elfin, human, and hobbit races. It is from Heimdall, their divine ancestor, that the hobbits inherit their sharp eyes and cunning ears.

    In the dream, Thor came to Hobbiton,  and recruited the hobbits to be vikings, and to conquer Wessex. Unfortunately, even the Tooks and Brandybucks were  shorter than the soldiers of Alfred the Great by far, and the hobbits hated boats, and so they turned out to be the shortest and fattest and generally the worse vikings ever.

    So if anyone can make a tale as good as EXPECTING SOMEONE TALLER out of this idea, you are welcome to it, and with my blessings. The Norse hobbits simply amuse me as a concept, and I thought it was still funny when I woke up.

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    12:09 pm
    Monday, May 18th, 2015
    5:15 pm
    Hugo Packet Ready

    Spokane, Washington, 18 May 2015

    A digital file of many of the Hugo Award nominees is now available for members of Sasquan to download at This free download is supplied by the creators and publishers of works that are nominated for the awards. It is free to all current Supporting, Attending and Young Adult members of Sasquan, and those who become members before 31 July 2015. Its purpose is to allow those who are voting on the Hugo Awards to be able to make an informed choice among the nominated works.

    All of the short fiction and graphic novels are included in their entirety (((assuming Zombie Nation comes through!))). The packet contains the full text of three of the novels: The Dark between the Stars by Kevin J. Anderson, The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison, amd The Three Body Problem by Cixin Liu. Skin Game by Jim Butcher and Ancillary Sword by Ann Leckie are represented by extensive excerpts. One of the five finalists in the Related Work category is represented by an excerpt: Letters from Gardner, by Lou Antonelli. There is some material in each of the other categories except the Dramatic Presentations, but not everyone wanted us to include their work in this packet.

    Voting on the Hugo Awards is open to all Supporting, Attending or Young Adult members of Sasquan. More information about voting and a ballot may be found at In order to vote, you will have to enter your membership number and Hugo PIN at Sasquan membership and registration information is available at

    And may the best man win.

    N.B.: If you are getting a PIN invalid message when you try to download, a reader tells me that the original number issued which looks like a membership number (e.g. SQ89773765280) is actually the PIN number. The Voter ID number (e.g. 7115) is actually your membership number.



    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    2:14 pm
    NR on SP

    I am too cheap to spend the quarter it costs to read the article. From the opening paragraph, this writer sounds like he did his homework, however, and might produce something fair and balanced:

    It turns out that pop culture doesn’t inexorably drift toward political correctness. The forces of “social justice” are not invincible, and conservative artists do have cultural power. Just ask the very angry, very frustrated members of the science-fiction Left. Conservatives are by now familiar with the depressing pop-culture script. Angry at perceived injustice or exclusion and eager to spread their particular brand of “social justice,” the Left targets for transformation an artistic medium that was previously not overtly or intentionally politicized. Within a few short years, the quality of art — or its popularity — becomes far less relevant than either its message or the identity of the artist. As part of this process, prestigious awards are no longer a means of rewarding the best work but rather a means of rewarding the best work from the list of acceptable choices.</p>

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    1:52 pm
    JCW on ERB

    If you want to read some essays on the master of adventure, Edgar Rice Burroughs, including one humble contribution from yours truly, today is your lucky day:

    Charles A Madison is the editor.

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    1:14 pm
    WSJ on SJW

    A lamebrain and lazy Wall Street Journal article:

    For any reader without the patience (or the nose-clothespin)  to wade through this, the summary is: “We asked two white guys with lots of awards and they said the system was fine and the Sad Puppies are pulp-writing carpetbagging  racists.”

    First, the issue is not about literary fiction versus pulp adventure fiction. The Social Justice Warriors do not write literary fiction, they write boring lectures and finger-wagging trash. They are members of a clique who have controlled the awards for about a decade.

    They excuse the poor craftsmanship of their meandering tales by claiming them to be written to erudite and aethereal literary standards beyond the grasp of the hoi polloi. (Or they would say, if they were literary enough to use phrases like the hoi polloi  (a Greek remark!), or drop Gilbert and Sullivan  allusions casually into their sentences.)

    For the record, I write literary fiction, and Larry Correia writes pulp, and he and I are on the same team.

    Second, the notion that the Sad Puppies are intruders or newcomers is risible. I am an established Tor author was over a dozen novels to my name. Jim Butcher is far bigger and better than I. Anyone whose looks at the titanic figure towering atop an asimovian number of books, namely, Kevin J Anderson, and calls him a newcome needs to have his head examined. And yet the lazy column writer passes along this ort of Morlock propaganda without bothering to check it. Perhaps he meant only that we are outsiders to the clique — but, if so, he should have said so.

    Third, the notion that the Sad Puppies are racists or wifebeaters or flying purple people eaters is a routine and almost ritual accusation the sad old white men of the clique throw against anyone and everyone, Anglo, Portuguese, Red Indian, male or female, whatever, who troubles or challenges them.

    It is a thought-avoidance reflex, as automatic as startled squid squirting out ink. It is as routine and unconvincing as the accusation of an official royal Witchfinder.

    And the column ends with a smarmy quote chuckling over the fact that any Puppy winning a Hugo will get it from David Gerrold or an unknown named Tananarive Due—a gay man and a black woman.

    As if any sane and normal person cared about where Mr Gerrold chooses to park his dick, or about the melanin content of a midlist Mystery writer.

    We read stories, not skin colors, you cheap and lazy hack, and thank you for ending on a gratuitous yet childish sneer showing you just uncritically bought into the lamebrain and lazy libels our lamebrain enemies lazily tossed against us. Thank you for not doing your job in such a negligent fashion.

    If I seem more irate than is my wont, please recall that I used to be a journalist. Dear heavens, am I happy to be out of that shameful field.



    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Saturday, May 16th, 2015
    1:00 pm
    From the Pen of Dan Hess

    Allow me to quote this sobering remark without comment.

    Dan Hess says this:

    What developed in Germany was a weird attitude that intellectual things were valued according to who produced it rather than whether they were true or good. You had the weird phenomenon of “Deutsche Physik” for instance, which labeled the important discoveries of modern physics as ‘Jewish Physics’ and rejected them on that basis (never mind that they are empirically true). This was even worse than nothing scientifically speaking: Because Jewish scientists had discovered things that were true, the Germans literally took positions that were false just to be contrary. (On the bright side, the Germans put the Bomb out of their own reach.)

    The German-speaking world lost intellectual and scientific leadership after World War II. There is little chance of repeating the most famous catastrophe of that era. But the intellectual catastrophe is certainly being repeated.

    Choosing intellectual output based on who produced it is no way to achieve excellence. But it is worse than that. We are in an era when many of the left seek wholesale rejection our intellectual heritage, that is, what we have found to be true, based on who produced it. Plain old truth is considered white male truth and the left, like the Germans behind Deutsche Physik, actually embraces things that are not true in contraposition to what came before.

    That this project cannot succeed is obvious. That the left is degrading itself by carving out an embarrassing place in history is becoming more so.

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Friday, May 15th, 2015
    1:26 pm

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    9:31 am
    The First Monster is Free

    Mr Larry Correia has an announcement over on his site, Monster Hunter International (

    Monster Hunter International, is available for free right now. We just added MHI to the Baen Free Library.

    My publisher follows the same basic marketing philosophy as crack dealers. The first hit is free! If you like it, there is a whole lot more where that came from.

    My comment: I can give this book a strong recommendation if you are in the mood for action-adventure, guns and monsters. I liked this book. A lot. I read all the sequels in an extended ecstatic  spasm of biblioholic haste.

    If you are looking for a thoughtful meditation on the melancholy nature of the human condition, this is not the book.

    If you want to drop headfirst into a madhouse full of vampires and ghouls being blasted by loving-described heavy-duty firearms, free market bounty hunters, lawn gnomes with attitudes, werewolves with eating disorders, trolling trolls, men from the government who are not here to help you, hot girls with cool guns, not to mention Lovecraftian monstrosities from beyond space and time, then this is the book.

    Here is the opening paragraph. If it hooks you, read the free book. It’s free.

    On one otherwise normal Tuesday evening I had the chance to live the American dream. I was able to throw my incompetent jackass of a boss from a fourteenth-story window.

    Now, I didn’t just wake up that morning and decide that I was going to kill my boss with my bare hands. It really was much more complicated than that. In my life up to that point I would never have even considered something that sounded so crazy. I was just a normal guy, a working stiff. Heck, I was an accountant. It doesn’t get much more mundane than that.

    That one screwed-up event changed my life. Little did I realize that turning my boss into sidewalk pizza would have so many bizarre consequences. Well, technically, he did not actually hit the sidewalk. He landed on the roof of a double-parked Lincoln Navigator, but I digress.

    My name is Owen Zastava Pitt and this is my story.

    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

    Thursday, May 14th, 2015
    1:31 pm
    Analog’s One Thousandth Cover

    Analog magazine, originally Amazing Stories, came out with its one thousandth issue. Here is the original January 1930 cover, showing an aeronaut fending off a bug monster with manly fisticuffs from a cowering cavegirl:

    analog old

    Here is the June 2015 cover, , showing an spacegirl fending off a bug monster with Amazonian yet slender-wristed blow from a dull-faced cavehunk:

    analog new

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    Originally published at John C. Wright's Journal. Please leave any comments there.

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