The Big Idea: Madeleine E. Robins

Oct. 14th, 2025 03:23 pm
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Eras in the past had a focus on manners — a word that in itself was a code for something more controlling. For her novel The Doxies Penalty, author Madeleine E. Robins revisits a past era to look what maneuvers behind the manners, a thing much more interesting and possibly more sinister.

MADELEINE E. ROBINS:

One of the tasks adolescents face is trying to parse the rules of the world they live in — and the potential penalties. Not the say-thank-you or don’t-kill-people rules, but the subtler rules that may not be spoken but that can bring your life to a standstill if you run afoul of them. As a kid I knew they were out there, but figuring out what they were? How seriously to take them? What the penalties were? That’s a lot for a person already dealing with algebra and puberty.

So I suppose it makes sense that when I was thirteen and discovered Georgette Heyer’s Regency novels I fell hard. So many weird rules (a young lady at a party mustn’t dance more than twice with the same man! a woman who drives down St James’s St. is clearly a whore!) that made little or no sense to me. It wasn’t until I went from Heyer to Jane Austen that I began to understand. Many of the rules were there to “protect” women—which is to say, to control them. Flouting the rules could have life or death consequences. These odd, frivolous rules meant survival.

It’s all there in Austen: a damaged reputation could ruin a woman’s chances at marriage. And marriage was not just the presumed goal of every nice young woman, but an economic necessity. Mrs. Bennett obsesses over her daughters’ marital prospects because the alternative is a life of genteel poverty. Marianne Dashwood skates on the edge of ruining her reputation by making her feelings for John Willoughby so public. Both Lydia Bennett and Maria Bertram teeter over into disgrace and are only saved from being handed from man to man by the intercession of family and friends; others (Colonel Brandon’s first love, for instance) are not so lucky.

These unspoken rules, and the weight of their consequences, fascinated me. I began study the Regency: the rules and manners, but also the politics, the wars, the Romantic movement, the rising tide of technology. It’s an astonishingly rich period; the more I learned, the more I wanted to play in that sandbox. At the time I started writing, alt-history and mixed genre books were not a thing. To play in that period I did what was expected of me (I followed the rules!) and wrote Regency romances, with the manners and the clothes and the rom-com happy ending. But by the time I finished the fifth of my romances I was done with happy endings. I switched to writing SF.

But I wasn’t done with the Regency.

I conceived of Point of Honour, my first Sarah Tolerance mystery, as a “Regency-noir:” a Dashiell Hammett story with an Austen voice. I wanted to wander the mean streets that Jane Austen didn’t mention and most modern Regency romances ignored. The streets where the rules were broken, and where punishment for breaking them was inevitable.

In noir, the protagonist is “morally compromised”(in The Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade is not a good guy—he’s just better than most of the people around him). But compromised can mean more than one thing. In the 19th century the word attached to any woman with a damaged reputation, a woman who had had—or was suspected of having had—sex outside of marriage. Or just dancing too often with the same man. Compromised, ruined, soiled, fallen, different terms for the same thing. Sarah Tolerance, Fallen Woman and Agent of Inquiry, has a sometimes uncomfortably solid moral compass, but by the rules of her society she is ruined: unfit for marriage or respectable employment.

How did that happen? At sixteen she fell in love with her brother’s fencing teacher and they eloped. Years later when her lover died, she faced the world with almost no options: the respectable jobs open to genteel women (companion, teacher, governess, seamstress) are closed to her. A fallen woman can be one man’s mistress, or prostitute herself to all comers. Neither fate appeals to Miss Tolerance

So she does an end-run around the consequence of her ruin: she invents the role of agent of inquiry, using her knowledge of genteel society, her facility with a sword, and her considerable wit, to do the jobs private detectives do: find people, answer questions, solve mysteries. She is out on those mean Regency streets, tracing straying husbands and acting as a go-between in sordid transactions, and all the while operating in a sort of liminal space in her society. She sees the way the rules of her world keep even the most virtuous women vulnerable. In 1812 a married woman’s money and property belonged to her husband, she didn’t even have a say in how her children were reared, unless her husband permitted it. Single women had it slightly better, but any money or property they had was likely to be administered by a man (who could do whatever he liked—and have her tossed into a madhouse if she complained). And women outside the pale of respectable society? They had only as much freedom as the system allowed—which meant that the poor and ruined were constantly in danger.

The Doxies Penalty is the fourth book in the Sarah Tolerance series. In the first three, Miss Tolerance has dealt with murderers, spies, criminals and courtesans. By now she has settled into her role as agent of inquiry and sometime protector of the vulnerable. Then an elderly woman comes to her with a problem: she’s been swindled out of the meager savings which she hoped to retire on. And because this particular old woman is Fallen, she has even less recourse than any other victim: no one to fight for her, no family to fall back on. Miss Tolerance takes the case seeking the swindler and discovers that her client isn’t the only one—that he has left a trail of victims, all of them elderly, Fallen, and defenseless. Soon, many of them are dead.

By the rules of their society these women don’t matter. They made their choices, they broke the rules, and now they have had the bad manners to survive to old age. Poverty and death are the expected consequence of a moral lapse.  When a rule-breaker dies, the Law shrugs. Society shrugs.

Miss Tolerance will not. Even if she has to break the rules.


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With the admission that I somehow missed it last year, probably because I have a head full of mostly cheese these days. That said, Whatever’s been on WordPress now for 17 years, both the blogging software and the hosting of the site, and in that time I’ve been absolutely grateful for WordPress’s platform stability and accessibility. The downtime I have experienced with WordPress has been so small that it’s genuinely surprising when it happens, and even then the issue is usually resolved in minutes, not hours — hours being what I would need to wrangle problems back when I was self-hosting Whatever prior to October 2008. It just works, which is a nice thing to be able to say.

WordPress doesn’t need my endorsement — a sizeable chunk of the internet uses its software and/or hosting — nor does it ask me to write this (mostly) annual post. I do it because I appreciate the service. If you’re looking to create a site, or move a site over from janky hosting, it’s an option I can recommend. Check it out and see if it will work for you.

— JS

The Big Idea: Catherine Asaro

Oct. 13th, 2025 02:18 pm
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The motto for the Olympics translates to “Faster, Higher, Stronger” — but in Gold Dust, author Catherine Asaro takes athletic competition to heights even the greatest of Olympians might not have ever dreamed of.

CATHERINE ASARO:

With Gold Dust, I wanted to explore sports in the future, track and field especially. My interest in the subject has a long history. In my youth, ballet was my forte; I never considered myself an athlete. But for some reason in my teens, I decided to go run around a grass field in a nearby park. For the life of me, I can’t remember what possessed me to do it, but I got up at some absurd hour, like 6 in the morning, and out I went. After a few laps, I thought, “I feel tired.” Then I thought, “Might as well keep going.” (ah, to have the blithe durability of a sixteen-year-old again). After a while, I thought, “Hmmm. I don’t feel tired anymore.” I kept it up for about forty minutes. Then I went home, showered, and set off to school.

With that auspicious beginning, I decided to run every morning. I’ve no idea why; no one told me to, and I didn’t come from a sports-oriented family. But I loved to run. Back then, girls had fewer options in sports, and it never occurred to me that I could join a track team. Eventually my interest shifted more to ballet. Years later, in graduate school, I started running again, getting up every morning at some god-awful hour, 5 or 6 am. Eventually I stopped, and concentrated on dance instead, because I am very much not a morning person.

However, as a result, I’ve always enjoyed track and field, and as a science fiction writer, it felt natural to extrapolate it into the future. So Gold Dust came into being.

In the main plot, three interstellar civilizations vie for honors in the Olympics. Instead of countries competing, teams come from worlds or space habitats. More populous worlds dominate the Games. In contrast, the team from Raylicon, a dying world with failed terraforming, has one of the worst records anywhere. They draw only from the City of Cries, a wealthy city true, but still just a few million people.

Except.

The people of the Undercity live in ancient ruins below the Cries desert. In their culture, crushing poverty exists alongside great beauty. When your survival depends on how well you fight and how fast you can run, you can produce incredible athletes. The wealthy elite in Cries despise the Undercity, and the people in the Undercity keep to themselves, protecting the fragile beauty of their culture from outside interference.

Then Mason, the coach for the Raylicon Olympic track and field team, discovers the spectacular Undercity runners. When he convinces them to join his team, they encounter his above city athletes. They don’t trust anyone from Cries, and the people of Cries barely consider them human—but now they must all learn to work together.

As I wrote, I wondered if futuristic human enhancement would ruin the Olympics. I decided to have sports divide into two types, leagues that allowed augmented athletes and leagues that didn’t. Meets for enhanced athletes would probably become contests over who could create the most advanced cybernaut. In contrast, Gold Dust involves “natural-body” sports. Athletes not only have to take drug tests, they must also prove they haven’t had genetic modifications, cybernetic augmentation, or other enhancements. Sure, sports training and medicine improves, but those changes involve more basic additions, such a nanomeds that circulate in their blood to help maintain health. And those would be closely monitored.

I also assumed the current trends of women closing the gap with men in many sports would continue. Unlike in the paucity of my youth, women’s sports is huge now. Even in 1989, Ann Transon won the 24-Hour National Championship ultramarathon against all competitors, male and female alike. In the book, I extrapolated that trend to the limit where men and women could fairly compete together.

Another factor would also come into play for star-spanning civilizations. Differences will exist among human-habitable worlds. If you train on a low gravity world and then compete on one with even a slightly heavier gravity, what does that do to your performance? Nuances of atmosphere, length of day, and subtle differences like the hue of the sky or how much dust floats in the air will affect the athletes. That all wove into the plot.

Another aspect of running that struck me was the path to healing it can offer. Six years ago, I was grieving the loss of my husband. I also found out, not long after he passed, that I had cancer. Fortunately, we caught it early and the doctor got it all. But with so much happening, I stopped exercising, no longer dancing or even walking much.

So I started to run again.

This time, I’ve kept at it, mixing outdoor running with inside treadmill work, weights, and rowing—in the evening instead of the morning. It helped inspire my writing Gold Dust. I penned the first draft during the summer Olympics. What struck me as I watched the Games was how the Olympics isn’t just competition, it also represents a dream, using sports to bring the peoples of humanity together in peace. It can help heal a person—or an entire world. I like to believe we will carry that tradition into the future no matter how complex our civilizations become.


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A shot of a few brick buildings across the street from my hotel. Just typical downtown Boise stuff. There's some trees with turning leaves and a couple of parked cars.

Hello from Boise, Idaho! It’s not a particularly exciting view but it also isn’t as non-exciting as the parking lot view from yesterday’s hotel.

I find myself in Idaho for a wedding, which is taking place tomorrow, so I shall be preoccupied with that and flying home on Tuesday, and I hope you all take care until I get back!

-AMS

The Seediest Cuck Chair in Iowa City

Oct. 12th, 2025 02:31 pm
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Look, the rest of the hotel room I was in was perfectly nice, but this one chair had absolutely the most unseemly aura. I did not sit in it. I did not place anything in it. Indeed, I tried not to look at it. Madness would undoubtedly follow.

I did make note of it to the front desk dude, who grimaced in acknowledgement and assured me that the entire hotel was going to have a visual refresh in December, which presumably means this chair will be on its way to the junk heap. Not a moment too soon, clearly.

On my way home now. All the chairs are immaculate.

— JS

The Big Idea: Mike Allen

Oct. 10th, 2025 04:06 pm
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Creepy crawlies can become less creepy when you characterize them. Such is the case for author Mike Allen, who shares with us his initial fear of spiders that has turned into more of a cautious appreciation. Follow along in the Big Idea for his newest spooky story, Trail of Shadows, and see the web he’s spun for us.

MIKE ALLEN:

My Southern Gothic-meets-surreal horror novel Trail of Shadows is a story of spirit beings and murderous monsters set in the Appalachian Mountains, where I’ve lived since the second grade. Rooted in the condition of living in a community without truly being part of it, the book draws from experiences had while traveling north and south along the mountain range. 

But it’s also rooted in close encounters of the arachnid kind — and anyone who thinks that’s a digression rather than a central part of the rural Appalachian experience has not:

  1. Walked face-first through a spiderweb while hiking a wooded mountain trail…
  2. Jumped into a hay bale in a barn and found themselves face to face with the spiders that build their nests all through the walls…
  3. Seen the exodus of spiders and stranger things that scurry toward the house when the backyard creek overflows its banks….

The inspirations for several of the major characters in Trail of Shadows live their lives right outside my front door. I’ve seen as many as five dangling out in the dark, patiently waiting for prey to come to them, their webs strategically positioned around the porch light such that swinging the screen door open leaves them undisturbed.

Once upon a time, I would have struggled to tolerate their presence. But the years spent working on this book have actually had a positive effect on the severe arachnophobia acquired when I was a wee child on Guam Island.

(I cannot guarantee the same for readers — my novel is, after all, intended as a Halloween scare fest, part coming of age story, part fever dream, part nightmare.)

For context, a timeline: my parents met while working toward their degrees in microbiology at the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis. On completing his Ph.D., my father took a job teaching — at the University of Guam.

I was still a toddler when this young couple moved across the ocean. Thus, despite hailing from the Great White North, my first childhood memories formed on Guam. The constant sun; the coconut and papaya trees; cowrie shells on the beach; the coral beneath one’s feet (ouch!); the jellyfish wrapped around one’s leg (googolplex ouch!); the lizards that always left their tails behind . . . and the bright yellow spiders with leg spans as wide as my head, that paralyzed me with terror.

Really, the spiders weren’t to blame, I know, but an intense fear of eight-legged critters hung with me into adulthood. My journey from spider detestation to spider appreciation began with a private joke shared with my wife and creative partner-in-crime, Anita. 

One fine night, we happened to notice that a second couple had taken up residence in our house, underneath our porch’s tin roof. The larger and rounder of the pair was clearly the lady of the manor; the other, smaller and narrower, obviously the gentleman; both with eight spindly legs.

They weren’t exactly cute to our human eyes, but we found something charming about our new tenants all the same. Anita gave them appropriately old-fashioned sounding names: Gertrude and Herman.

Those names carried over; for years, it’s been our routine to call these large orb weavers “Gertrude spiders.”

The original Gertrude and Herman live on, or so I like to imagine, in the pages of Trail of Shadows. The story concerns people possessed of the ability to phase into the world of spirits, known as the argent realms or the Underside. Someone who can do this, who can at will cross into the Underside and back again, appears in those lands as an enormous, phantasmal animal.

Early in his journey toward perilous discovery, my bewildered hero encounters an unnerving but helpful couple named Herman and Gertrude Crabbe. I’ll give you one guess what their spirit shapes turn out to be.

It’s hardly a spoiler to share that the Crabbes aren’t the only members of the spider tribe that my puma-form protagonist meets. Their alignments range from neutral but good-natured to malevolent predation. I find myself wickedly fond of even the most frightening of their number.

Living with these characters in my head has made it easier for me to peacefully cohabit with their real-life counterparts. I still can’t say that I’d invite a spider to run across me — though I have allowed a tarantula to crawl over my hand, and was startled by its soft, gentle steps.

Nowadays, though, I can lean close to admire the quarter-sized orb weavers with their legs striped like witch stockings, and watch as they spin their summer webs above our front steps. 


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Pizza & Drinks At Forno Kitchen + Bar

Oct. 10th, 2025 03:41 am
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If you saw my post earlier this week over my friend and my’s spa experience, I’m sure you’ve been asking yourself, “but where did you guys go eat after having such an amazing, relaxing spa experience?” I’m so glad you asked, dear reader! My friend and I went to Forno Kitchen + Bar in the Short North area of Columbus. Open daily for dinner, lunch Tuesday through Thursday, and brunch Friday through Sunday, this stone-fired pizza joint won #1 best restaurant in the Short North and best happy hour in Columbus from ColumBEST in 2024, and made OpenTable’s Top 100 Brunch Restaurants in America 2024.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from Forno other than pizzas and draft beers, but I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into an inviting space with tons of natural light pouring in. I was greeted immediately by friendly hostesses, and we were sat at a four-top table where one side was the booth against the wall and the other side was two chairs.

Our waiter came out with water and menus and was incredibly friendly right off the bat. He asked us if we wanted drinks, which was obviously a yes, so I got their Pear-Amore and she got the Strawberry Rose.

Two coupe glasses, one filled with a pale yellow drink and the other a pink drink with a pink sugar rim.

My Pear-Amore had Belvedere Vodka, pear, green chile, yuzu, orgeat, Fino Sherry, and lemon juice. I tend to love any cocktail that is pear-focused, plus I think pear is an underutilized flavor anyway. My drink came with two gummy candies which was kind of an interesting choice. I really liked my drink, it wasn’t too sweet and had some nice acidity from the lemon juice.

For the Strawberry Rose, it consisted of Noble Cut Vodka, strawberry cordial, St. Germain Elderflower, lemon juice, and Anna de Codorníu. On the menu it says you can get it with cotton candy for no extra charge, which my friend wanted, but forgot to ask for. I told her she should just ask for it on a plate since she forgot to ask earlier, but she didn’t, and she totally missed out on that cottony goodness.

For our appetizers, my friend said she was for sure doing the arancini. It was much harder for me to decide, as so many of them sounded totally bombski. I ended up choosing the seared scallops.

Four balls of arancini on a white, rectangular plate. The plate is also covered in red sauce to dip your arancini in. And each piece has a shaving of parmesan on top.

The arancini was nice and hot with plenty of sauce to go around. I’m pretty sure this was my first time trying arancini and I have no complaints!

A small serving dish with four seared scallops in a white wine sauce with capers.

The scallops were seared perfectly with a fantastic texture, and had just the right amount of capers in the sauce. I will say my friend and I agreed they were just a little bit on the salty side, but it wasn’t detrimental or anything. The scallops are their most expensive appetizer, and they were pretty sizeable, not huge or anything but pretty good overall!

We also got a caprese salad to split:

A white bowl containing a ball of mozzarella and five big chunks of tomato.

I am a huge caprese fan, as it is one of the best examples of how simplicity can be truly delicious. For this caprese, the flavors were all well and good, but I really did not like the presentation. I have never had a caprese before where the tomatoes come in huge chunks like this, and I much prefer thinner, round slices. I did like the addition of the toasted breadcrumbs for some contrast of texture, but it was otherwise a completely standard caprese.

Normally when I’m at pizza places that are known for their pizza, I don’t get their pizza. I don’t know why, I do the same thing with wing places or burger places or anything like that. I basically always end up asking myself, what else they got? In Forno’s case, I actually tried their pizza, and only because my friend recommended it so much and I trust her judgement.

So, I went for their pesto pizza, with balsamic onion jam, ricotta, heirloom cherry tomatoes, mozzarella, and basil pesto vinaigrette.

A round pizza topped with cherry tomato halves of all colors and microgreens.

This pizza was seriously fantastic, and I’m so glad I tried out one of their pies. It was loaded with cherry tomatoes, perfectly cheesy, and had plenty of pesto. I don’t normally like stone-fired pizza, wood-fired, etc., because I don’t like a “rustic char” on my food or an ashy crust. However I didn’t feel that way about this pizza. I thought it was very well done and not too burned or crisp or ashy at all. I would absolutely recommend this pie to any pesto lovers out there. And it’s a great vegetarian option!

My friend got their prosciutto pizza, which comes with ricotta, fontina, arugula, onion, olive oil, and a white balsamic reduction.

A round pizza pretty much entirely obscured by arugula which is piled on top.

Though most of what you see is just arugula, there is a decent amount of crisped up prosciutto under there. As my friend was eating her first slice, she noticed that there wasn’t any balsamic on it, which she said was what really made it so good. So she asked for balsamic on the side, which the waiter brought out, but it is odd that it seemingly wasn’t on there in the first place.

As we were eating our ‘za, we decided to refill our glasses with their Kiwi Mule. I asked the waiter if it was pretty good and he said he liked it and it’s a big seller, so we figured we’d give it a try.

Two glasses filled with a yellow-ish green colored liquid, with ice and dehydrated lime wheels on top.

Since it was listed as a mule, I was surprised it came in a glass and not a copper mug. It’s made with Ketel One Citroen (which I was particularly excited for because I adore Ketel One), kiwi puree, lemon, and ginger beer. My friend and I agreed we really did not taste any kiwi at all, like even a little bit. It mostly tasted like a very citrusy mule, which was fine enough. I think I would’ve preferred a fresh lime garnish instead of dehydrated, but that’s just personal preference, really.

My friend said that they didn’t have any dessert, so we were kind of bummed about that, but then the waiter came and asked if we wanted dessert! We were very happy to learn that they do, in fact, have a dessert menu. I picked the buttermilk panna cotta, and she picked the chocolate fudge cake.

A rectangular piece of chocolate fudge cake, topped with whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate and raspberry sauce.

I didn’t try this cake myself but my friend seemed to really enjoy it!

And here was mine:

Panna cotta in a coupe glass, topped with strawberry compote, pistachios, and fresh strawberry slices.

I loved that this came in a coupe glass, I thought that was such a cute idea. The panna cotta itself was good, but I think what I appreciated most about the dish was the fresh fruit, making it feel much lighter and sort of summery. The strawberry compote was really good, and the fresh strawberry slices make the dish look extra elevated. The pistachios were actually spiced with cayenne, which totally surprised me. They had quite the kick to them, which was an interesting contrast to the creamy and sweet panna cotta. It was a really unique dessert, I liked it a lot!

Overall, I quite enjoyed Forno Kitchen + Bar, and would love to revisit. I don’t know if I can bring myself to select a different pizza next time, though, as the pesto was pretty dang good. For four cocktails, two appetizers, one salad, two pizzas, and two desserts, it was $150 before tip. Honestly not too bad! I think that’s pretty reasonable, all things considered.

I think the most standout thing about Forno, besides the ‘za, was the service. Our waiter checked on us often, cleared dishes consistently, and was very friendly and conversational. Cool guy, really.

What I really want, truth be told, is to visit Forno’s speakeasy, The Marmont. They are only open Thursday through Saturday, but I’m determined to get in there before their Halloween specialty cocktail menu ends. Pizza joint by day, classy speakeasy by night. The perfect combo, really.

What looks the best to you? What’s your favorite pizza topping? Let me know in the comments, be sure to check out Forno Kitchen + Bar on Instagram, and have a great day!

-AMS

The Big Idea: D. M. Beucler

Oct. 9th, 2025 04:49 pm
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Small acts of kindness may not always seem like they change the world, but they certainly change the world of whoever you’re helping. Author D. M. Beucler discusses how acts of kindness are a comfort for her amidst this crazy world we live in. Dive in to the Big Idea for her newest novel, Memory and Magic, to see how her main character makes the choice to change someone’s world.

D. M. BEUCLER:

In 2010 I had my first child. I was home all the time with this adorable alien, who would not sleep, somehow my children had startle reflexes that the twitchiest video gamers could only dream of. And in that general sleep deprived haze I picked up an alpha smart and started writing again.

A second kid came later, and I started to find my way into the writing community, including a trip to ConFusion, back when it was in the hotel with the fountain in the center! It was here I wrote what would end up being the first chapter of Memory and Magic. It was the little draft that could and took me to Viable Paradise, (yes, they did still keep coke zero stocked there for John) and eventually to Luna Press as my debut novel.

The Big Idea, take a Jane Austin heroine, throw her into destitution, and give her blood magic and a mystery to solve. The Regency period was the perfect vehicle to brew a good story and build a brand-new world of magic around. I wanted to highlight its strict class distinctions and reflect on how malleable they were if you had money, and immotile if you did not. With its Grecian inspired gowns, over the top balls and rituals for everything, adding in blood magic, in all its gory glory, seemed a perfect foil. And of all the era’s where I would not be allowed to vote or own property, the Regency is my favorite. 

In Memory and Magic, the court politics are once again trying to make the poorest people expendable. And Tamsin, from her place among the lowest classes, is in the right place and time to make a difference with a simple choice, help one man. 

It’s that idea of helping I like to focus on. That small acts of kindness and service can change the world. When big things are happening, and everything feels out of control, those acts of helping have given me much comfort this year. Sometime it all comes down to helping one person, and letting those actions ripple from there.


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No parking lots, but copious water towers. Classic New York, I tell you!

I’m here for NYCC, where I am appearing tomorrow for a panel at 11, followed by a signing, followed by a second signing. And then, I’m off to Iowa City for their book festival this weekend, how is that for a study in contrasts. Both great cities! One slightly more inland!

— JS

The Big Idea: Courtney Floyd

Oct. 8th, 2025 03:50 pm
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Though neurodivergent people tend to love the world of academia and absorbing information, the systems and structure of higher education is often antithetical to the needs of differently abled people, both mentally and physically. Author Courtney Floyd expands on this in the Big Idea for her newest novel, Higher Magic, as she recounts her experience with earning her PhD and seeing how the world of education wasn’t designed with inclusivity and accessibility in mind.

COURTNEY FLOYD:

When I first sat down to write the first draft of Higher Magic, I was two years out of my PhD program and still trying to balance the sum of my time there. My sense of the possible had shifted profoundly as I studied literature, learned to research, traveled to conferences and archives, and honed my analytical and interpretive skills. My life had changed for the better. But I was still discovering the many ways my program had taught me to ignore my body and push through exhaustion and anxiety, no matter the cost. 

In higher education, you’re supposed to act as though you’re nothing but a floating brain. Oh, nobody ever says that outright. Especially not when you’re a first generation student who slid sideways into the academy and, to everyone’s bewilderment, stuck around. But the expectation is there. Lurking.

I learned to see it sidelong, in the way I was expected to write without using the first person and also in the lack of understanding some professors showed when I couldn’t attend office hours or study groups because I was juggling several jobs to pay my tuition. It reared its head in my mentor’s office, when she snapped impatiently at me because I got jury duty, and couldn’t defer it. It showed up with the brain fog and intense hand cramps after two-hour midterms in which I had to handwrite entire essays. 

I came to see it even more clearly as an instructor, in the way boilerplate attendance policies penalized students who were late because of health issues or irregular bus schedules. It haunted me, one term, when one of my students––a veteran who’d recently undergone major surgery––apologized for every single essay he turned in, not because it was late but because he was worried his medication had made him incoherent. 

By the end of my time in grad school, I saw the floating brain edict at work every day. In the exam prep or the job search eating up my own and my peers’ lives, turning us into bleary-eyed shadows. In the exhausted way my officemate staggered back from her two week maternity leave, which we’d gone on strike only a year earlier to get. In the student in my cohort who weighed the cost on her mental health and withdrew from the program.

Mind over matter is a brutal either/or. 

Either you’re smart enough to figure it out, or you’ll drop out. Either you’ll burn your candle at both ends, or you’ll snuff yourself out trying.

In her book Teaching to Transgress, Black feminist scholar and educator, bell hooks, writes that in classrooms and other institutionalized spaces, “the person who is the most powerful has the privilege of denying their body,” of becoming the invisible default. The cog at the center of the complicated machine. But, as we’ve seen in the past couple of years, when our bodies become too inconvenient–too vocal or visible or vexing–the people in power (in and beyond the ivory tower) can decide to deny our bodies, too. Or make them disappear.

In SFF, we love a good literalized metaphor. When I first had the idea for Higher Magic, graduate students weren’t being literally disappeared for protesting, but students were being quietly pushed out of the academy for needing access and inclusion. For needing systems built to support white, male, nondisabled scholars to change, just a little, so that others could participate.

Fresh out of PhD school in 2019, I knew I wanted to write about that kind of disappearing. Because bell hooks didn’t just pinpoint a problem, she shared a solution, too: “Once we start talking in the classroom about the body, and about how we live in our bodies, we’re automatically changing the way power orchestrate[s] itself.” 

Enter Dorothe Bartleby, a first-generation, neurodivergent grad student who is trying her best to be a floating brain at the start of Higher Magic. She quickly learns it’s not sustainable, and spends the rest of the book slowly figuring out how to be a body and a brain at the same time. While tracking down her disappearing students. And getting ready for her last attempt at passing her qualifying exam.

As heavy as all of that is, Bartleby’s story isn’t somber or dark. As she notes early on, “I’d come ready for the slog. I’d thrown myself into it. Battled through overwhelm, exhaustion, burnout. … And I’d done it all because I loved it. The magic. The camaraderie. The sense that I was contributing to something that mattered.”

In writing Bartleby’s story, I tried to balance my exploration of disability, neurodivergence, and embodiment in higher education with the things that carry so many of us through the (unnecessarily) difficult parts of our degrees: curiosity, passion, camaraderie, and love. There are joyful info dumps about research, plot-relevant spreadsheets, plentiful snack breaks and magic cookie recipes. In grad school, research comes alive and ignites our days. It informs our worlds. And sometimes, if there’s a bit of magic in the air, it begins to narrate us in the form of a talking skull.

The big idea in Higher Magic isn’t just that disabled and neurodivergent folks belong in higher ed and deserve to shape what it becomes, it’s that our joy, interests, and whimsy do as well.


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Back in 2023, my friend sent me a Tik Tok from a newly opened spa in Columbus called Panacea that was showing off its luxury amenities. The video showed a hot hydrotherapy pool, a cold plunge pool, a eucalyptus steam room, and a Himalayan salt sauna. It looked good enough to convince my friend and I that we needed to go and have a spa day, but much to our dismay, their services were completely booked for months out.

Fortunately for us, Panacea Luxury Spa also offers an amenities-only day-pass that gives you access to the aforementioned features, plus you get to visit their relaxation lounge, where light refreshments and small snacks are provided. While only 3 passes are sold for each 3 hour time block of the amenities pass, we were able to snag two and have ourselves a mini spa day, just enjoying the amenities and each other’s company.

Even though we didn’t book any services, we were still treated like royalty and experienced superb customer service from the relaxation lounge attendants. We had such a great time with just the amenities that we knew we eventually needed to come back and actually get services like a massage and whatnot.

Well, two years later, we finally did it, and I’m here to tell you about how amazing our time at Panacea was.

I have been to many a spa in my day, and Panacea Luxury Spa truly lives up to its name. Located just northwest of downtown Columbus in Hilliard, you will feel like you’re somewhere much more exciting than Ohio when you step foot into this oasis in the city.

When you arrive, you’re immediately given a robe and slippers and enter a phone-free zone to really enhance your zen-filled experience. After being given a locker for your items and changing, you’re free to head into the amenities room and enjoy up to two hours of amenity time before your service, as access to them is included with every service over $100 (minus the express facial). You can also opt to utilize their amenities after your services are completed, but I prefer doing it before and then having a quick shower before my service.

I have never been brave enough to try out the cold plunge pool, but I do enjoy watching others test the waters. And who can resist a hot hydrotherapy pool? I’m a sucker for a fancy hot tub. While I have a tough time enduring the dry heat of the Himalayan salt sauna, I absolutely love the eucalyptus steam room. There’s something about a heavy, wet heat that makes it feel less like I’m a turkey on Thanksgiving roasting in the oven.

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When I’m in the steam room, I can breathe so much better than I normally am capable of. Ever since my first time having COVID in 2020, my lungs and breathing have never been the same. But when I’m in that steam room, both in 2023 and now, I can breathe so deeply and truly fill my lungs in a way I haven’t done in years.

If you end up getting a bit overheated from the hydrotherapy pool, steam room, and sauna, there’s ice-cold towels provided for you to put around your neck, on your face, etc., and plenty of water stations around to keep you hydrated.

If you want something other than water, there’s a whole beverage menu with a variety of cocktails, CBD seltzers, mocktails, wine, beer, and craft sodas. This time around, I opted for one of their melon-basil mocktails, which was nicely sweetened and refreshing. I think next time I’d like to try a CBD option.

Onto the services: my friend booked a 90-minute massage, and I went for a 60-minute Swedish massage, plus a 60-minute Cranberry Crush facial. So we parted ways for a bit to go enjoy our services.

Before starting my massage, my masseuse asked me if I would like to add-on hot stones, and I was delighted at the option because I had originally wanted a hot stone massage anyway, but when I tried to book one it said they were unavailable at the time. So I opted for the add-on because hot stones are my absolute favorite type of massage. If you haven’t had hot stones before it is truly a game changer, and dare I say life-changing.

My masseuse was really awesome, and he listened immediately when I asked for a bit lighter of pressure. Everything felt great, and I drifted off a couple times. I love a massage that includes a scalp massage, so you really feel pampered from head to toe. I mentioned my main area of pain and tension in my body is in my upper back, mostly between my shoulder blades and up into my shoulders, and he really took his time addressing that area. I felt a lot better afterwards!

I went pretty much straight from my massage to my facial, where I proceeded to have the best facial of my life.

The esthetician I got was incredibly kind and attentive right off the bat, I immediately felt so comfortable and relaxed with her. She started off our session by asking if I wanted her to describe everything she was doing and all the products she was using on me, if I wanted to have more of like a normal conversation and just chit chat, or if I wanted basically complete silence. I loved the idea of being able to choose the level of interaction I wanted, as I’m sure we’ve all had a massage or two where the person is serving you a yap-a-ccino when you’re trying to relax and drift off.

After being indecisive as heck, I finally settled on wanting a slightly more minimal version of the in-depth explanation of the process and the products, plus a little bit of normal conversation thrown in. I’m used to pretty much total silence during facials, so this was a surprisingly nice change of pace.

She examined my skin and assessed my concerns and skin issues like my acne, redness, and congested pores, and suggested some products that would help with that. I was hesitant to try the mask she was recommending, because I was afraid it would hurt (products designed to combat acne are usually pretty intense and can be a lot on more sensitive skin), and she said if it was uncomfortable at all that she would just take it right off for me and we’d try something gentler. That made me feel better, so I went for it and it wasn’t even bad at all! It was definitely a little warm and slightly tingly, but I felt fine and was happy she offered other options.

I’m obsessed with the way she applied products to my face. She was gentle but also meant business, and the same can be said for the hand, arm, neck and shoulder, and scalp massage included with the facial. Her pressure was seriously perfect throughout. And yes, it did feel amazing to basically get double massaged in those areas since I had just come from a massage. Everything felt amazing.

Literally my esthetician’s warm personality and friendliness was what made my facial go from “a nice relaxing self-care moment” to “best facial ever.” When I asked her how she got into this line of work, she said it all started when she got her first facial in her early 20’s, and felt so taken care of that she realized she wanted to give that same feeling to others. And she definitely succeeded.

Plus, I mentioned I wanted to add an exfoliator to my skincare routine, and when we were done with the facial she took me out to the boutique and went over a few different ones with me, and even let me feel them on my skin to really test them out.

I know a lot of people are hesitant to get spa treatments because they’re worried about upselling attempts or product pushing, but Panacea is really great about that sort of thing: they specifically ask on your forms if you would prefer that your provider not mention or recommend literally any products. And if you’re open to hearing about a product or two, you can pick from a long list of types of products or services that you might be interested in hearing about, which is why my esthetician brought up the exfoliator in the first place.

If you get a facial at Panacea, I can’t recommend Taylor enough.

All in all, my services were fantastic and I felt totally refreshed and relaxed afterwards. My friend said her massage was also bomb, and I’m so glad we could finally get our spa day together.

Panacea is definitely a splurge, but one that is so worth it. I truly feel like a valued guest at Panacea, and can’t wait for the chance to go back. If you’re in Columbus, it’s a must-try in my eyes, even if you just get the amenities pass.

Do you like massages? Have you ever had a facial before? Would you try the cold plunge? Let me know in the comments, check out Panacea on Instagram, and have a great day!

-AMS

AI Slop and Whatever

Oct. 7th, 2025 04:42 pm
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This video from YouTube Science Explainer channel Kurzgesagt says a lot of the things I would say about “AI” in this moment, namely: At first it seemed cool, but then it quickly became apparent that the version of it presented to consumers as a creative tool was both deeply flawed and also based on the theft of work from literally millions of creators (including myself!). The bullshit it is generating is now quickly eating the Internet, to the detriment of the actual creative people who make their livelihoods there and also to the detriment of, you know, truth and facts.

In the video, the folks at Kurzgesagt outline how they will and won’t use “AI” — basically not for writing or factchecking, but occasionally for things like automating animation processes and other such backend stuff. I think this is reasonable — and indeed, if one is using creative tools more involved than a pen and a piece of paper, “AI” is damn near unavoidable these days, even allowing for the fact that “AI” is mostly a marketing phrase for a bunch of different processes and tools which in a different era would have been called “machine learning” or “neural networks” or something else now horribly unsexy.

This is also how I’m approaching my writing here on Whatever. Every word you see here is written by an actual live human, usually either me or Athena, but also the individual authors of the Big Idea posts. Good, bad or indifferent, it came out of someone’s skull, and not out of a prompt field. I do this because a) I care about the quality of the posts you see here, and also b) as Athena and I are both actually decent writers with substantial experience, it’s easier just to write things ourselves than to prompt an “AI” to do it and then spend twice as much time editing for facts and tone. That’s right! “AI” doesn’t make our writing job easier! Quite the opposite in fact!

(Also: I don’t use generative AI to create images here — there are a few from years ago, before it became clear to me the generators were trained on copyrighted images, and I stopped when it was made clear this was done without creator consent — so images are almost all photographed/created by me (or Athena) directly, are non-AI-generated stock images I have a license for (or are Creative Commons or in public domain), or are publicity photos/images which are given out for promotional purposes. I do often tweak them with photo editing tools, primarily Photoshop. But none of the images comes out of a prompt.)

I think there’s a long conversation to be had about at what point the use of software means that something is less about the human creation and more about the machine generation, where someone scratching words onto paper with a fountain pen is on one end of that line, and someone dropping a short prompt into an LLM is on the other, and I strongly suspect that point is a technological moving target, and is probably not on a single axis. That said, for Whatever, I’m pretty satisfied that what we do here is significantly human-forward. The Internet may yet be inundated with “AI” slop, but Whatever is and will remain a small island of human activity.

— JS

The Big Idea: Joe R. Lansdale

Oct. 7th, 2025 01:41 pm
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Horror isn’t just scary for horror’s sake. Good horror entails so much more than jump scares and spooky creatures. Author Joe R. Lansdale expands on how horror can contain multitudes of other genres, and comment on society’s issues, in the Big Idea for his newest collection of short stories, The Essential Horror.

JOE R. LANSDALE:

Horror is a funny word and hard to define. As a book genre, even more difficult.

 It’s like humor. What the hell is it?

This is where I give you the big answer. Hitch up your drawers, here it comes.

I have no idea. Not really, and neither does anyone else. I think there are certain things you can point to and say this is horrible, like our politics, and be correct, but in fiction and film, comics, or even moments when someone is telling you a gripping story, the only thing that can identify a horror story truly is the hair on the back of your neck. 

But in the broader sense, well done horror can also carry political and social issues, as well as just entertaining moments, and some not so classically entertaining, but still intellectually or emotionally stimulating. That’s what I’ve tried to do with many of my stories. Some stories I’ve written in my career are mere whimsy, and some have razor blades hidden in their whimsy, and some are downright disturbing because life can be disturbing, and sometimes it’s necessary to open up a wound and let the pus out.  These types of stories are a bit different than the hair on the back of the neck sort; the creeping goosebumps that run along your arms and up your spine. These are the ones that slap you in your face, and run up your spine like wet-legged scorpions.

Okay. Maybe I will try and tell you what horror is, or as I best understand it. 

It’s an emotion.  

It can be purely entertaining in the classic sense of yodeling and tap dancing, or it can be informative or thought provoking. It can deal with racism and sexism and enough isms to fill a book. It can be written for curiosity alone.

Curiosity is good for the soul, and not just the sort of curiosity where you wonder what’s for lunch, though now that I think about it, there could easily be a horror story hidden in that.

Horror is in everything if you look hard enough, and sometimes it’s so glaring you can see it if you only get a glance at it. One reason it’s popular in bad times–and that would be now, and if you don’t believe me look at how the horror selections have grown, maybe not quite 1980s size, but close—is because it allows us to look at what’s going on more clearly. At first, that seems unlikely, but a story can tell you something that is frequently hard to see as it’s happening. It’s the old can’t see the forest for the trees concept. An example would be the fear of living in dystopia, only to discover one day that you’re already living in it.

The bottom line about horror stories really isn’t about horror alone. It’s understanding that it’s a tool for a variety of stories. A major ingredient or a marginal component. Writer’s choice.

I try and write the way I read. A variety. Not all of it is horror by any means, but almost any kind of story can be turned slightly on its edge so you can see the potential horror ingredients that lurk within, real things or purely imagined things. From serial murder to Lovecraftian creatures that lurk behind the veil. The word horror, the genre of horror, can contain it all.


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It’s a thought I first had over on Metafilter, in a thread about Swift and The Life of a Showgirl, which came out last Friday and has already racked up 3.5+ million in sales. It will almost certainly end its first week with even more, is almost certainly debuting at #1 on the Billboard 200 chart, along with very likely clearing out most if not all of the Billboard Top Ten with the album’s tracks next week (so long, Huntr/x! Glad you got your eight weeks at #1 in!), not to mention winning the movie theater box office crown last weekend with a Showgirl listening party. Not a great week for Swift haters, not that this would stop them.

The thread about Swift and the new album goes all over the place, and I added my comment on both, and how in this moment it’s likely impossible to get a bead on the new work, and where I think Swift goes from here. I’ve reposted it all below (with very minor editing for clarity), for posterity and because I know a lot of you don’t go over to Metafilter, but still might find the comment interesting anyway.

The new album is fine, and basically pairs with Reputation. I suspect people who don’t like this album don’t like that one either, and that’s all right. I didn’t need to know how amazing Travis Kelce’s dick is, but I suspect he’s perfectly happy with the quality of his member being immortalized in song, even if it’s likely to get him endless shit in the locker room. The Charli XCX diss track thing is two messy humans being messy at each other, also not my favorite, but inasmuch as Charli XCX has posted an image of herself in the studio in the wake of the track, I think she’s got her own.

In a larger sense, speaking as someone with a mere fraction of Swift’s sales and even merer fraction of her social profile, who nevertheless has a unusually dogged coterie of haters (as well as a certain tranche of easily-pleased fans!): at a certain point of notability (or notoriety) it doesn’t matter what you put out, the range of opinions about it will be so wide and scattershot that anyone looking will be able to pick and choose among them to paint a picture of wild creative success or looming artistic doom. Swift’s work, love it or hate it or somewhere in-between about it, is at this point never less absolutely competent in its construction, which makes the immediate critical evaluation of it even more difficult. The inherent quality of the work will get lost in the noise of the release and it will take time (a year, possibly two, maybe more) for everything to calm down enough to get a more dispassionate bead on the work as a coherent piece of art. By which time it will have sold eight million copies, or whatever, and she’ll have moved on to whatever else she’s doing.

As an aside to the quality of the work, I do think we are at a point where Swift will be moving out of her “imperial” phase as a pop music entity, if only because time comes for every cultural phenomenon; the cultural eye is a gimlet one. The pop stars who most closely align with Swift’s cultural ubiquity – Michael Jackson, Madonna and Prince (and to a lesser extent U2) – all experienced a (relative) decline as a mover of the zeitgeist. This cultural decline doesn’t mean a decline in financial success; look at U2/Rolling Stones/Journey/etc being bigger concert draws today than when their music had immediate musical relevance. But at a certain point you stop picking up fans from the younger end of the age curve, because a fifteen-year-old doesn’t vibe with a 35-year-old. Swift is already shading into mom pop (a complementary genre to dad rock), and that’s going to become more pronounced as time goes on.

I suspect that Swift already knows this – she is extremely smart with her business and her career – and I will be interested in seeing how she will position herself moving forward. I don’t know if she’s going to slow down or “disappear,” since, based only on what I know of her from her public image, she doesn’t strike me as a person interested in slowing down for anything. But it’s possible we might be at the end of Swift’s pop star era and at the beginning of her multi-hyphenate era. All those Swifties are grown up (or are about to be) and have or will soon have a bunch of disposable income. We might be about to see Taylor Swift become whatever the white millennial version of Oprah or Martha Stewart would be. And I think that would be hugely intriguing.

— JS

Crisis! At the Cat Tree

Oct. 6th, 2025 08:02 pm
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Yes, it is well established that Smudge gets to claim the top spot on the cat tree, and that Spice takes the middle seat, with a third, lower seat available but usually unclaimed, or was, until Saja came and claimed it. But! Today! An usurpation! Saja has taken the middle seat, in flagrant violation of the scratching order! This aggression will not stand, man!

Yes, there is tension today in the office.

Also, Spice is currently sitting in the Eames chair. But I assure you, she is not happy about it.

Stay tuned for more internecine Scamperbeast drama!

— JS

Moving into October

Oct. 4th, 2025 09:10 pm
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So the big personal news for this week is that I finally got a job interview to wrap up last week...back at the same company I've been contracting at for most of the last three years. Different manager though, and more interesting-sounding position. Seeing as I know the ropes pretty well, I'm getting the second interview this coming week and we'll see how it goes. If I get the offer, I have to take it since my former contracting company is paying for my unemployment and frankly, I'm not very up for eyeing the abyss of "what happens if unemployment ends/savings have to be burned through/the entire social safety net finishes unraveling." I've been through enough of that over the last 5 years.

Apart from ageism, sexism, the economy and so forth, the main obstacle to me getting at least up to the interview stage is that my kitty Shu requires shots on a very regular schedule a couple of times a day, plus regular feedings--the cats are on a raw meat diet due to being allergic to chicken and somewhat delicate tummies so I can't just pop food in a feeder and let them fend for themselves. Paying my catsitter to come in a couple of times a week just so I can go into an office to make a manager feel more secure isn't particularly viable, not to mention the costs of gas and commuting. So it has to be full WFH and those IT gigs in my skillset are few and far between right now. Given all that, please wish me luck!

What's the backup plan? Well, I'm doubling down on publisher meetings, trainings related to book production and marketing and whatever I can glean from startup support/culture that is somewhat relevant to Queen of Swords Press. Today, for instance, I went to an Entrepreneur Expo at the Central Library and got some useful thoughts from one of the folks I talked to (from the county's Elevate program for small biz startups). I think she will probably be more useful for immediate advice than the guy I spoke to at St. Thomas a couple of weeks ago, and she did say that she wanted me to touch base with her soon. Last week was a couple of marketing workshops and a publisher meetup. Monday is a meetup for the the queer small business app we're now underwriting, Everywhere is Queer. Oh, and I added some events. And we're putting out a new book this month - Running Dry by M.Christian (gay vampires with a twist!) is up for preorder now. I'm also starting to add Jana's boxes to my Ko-fi shop, along with sundry services you can hire me for. 

I've got some writing and teaching plans that I'm working on as well, including, you know, books. Unfortunately, some of the teaching venues I taught at before are no longer viable the way they were before or have shifted directions in ways that do not play to my strengths. So more research, more pitching, more work all around. But next month, there's paid grant vetting and I just turned in another article so I can start pitching more of those.

On the bright side, I'm making progress on patching concrete around the house foundation and almost succeeded in patching the leaking pipe. I've managed to clean out and shift some stuff in the house so that none of the heating vents are blocked any more and there's a bit more space to move around. Next up, tripping hazards and things that make it harder to clean (like books in weird places, etc.). Shu is relatively stable, Ma'at is great and I've been vaxxed and all that good stuff. I'm doing a lot of cooking from scratch and some preserving and such. All in all, as long as I don't look at the news, I'm doing reasonably well, under the circumstances. 

Fingers crossed that it's the same for all of you right now!

Sunset, 10/3/25

Oct. 3rd, 2025 11:10 pm
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It’s been a while since I’ve put one of these up here, so, here you go. It’s a doozy. I hope you have a fabulous weekend.

— JS

The Big Idea: Seamus Sullivan

Oct. 2nd, 2025 04:00 pm
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Greek mythology is a mythos that is full of despair, anguish, and characters that can’t seem to a catch a break. Author Seamus Sullivan brings us some of these familiar ancient characters in his debut novel, Daedalus is Dead. Follow along to see how Sullivan’s relationship to his son contributed to the inspiration of this classic myth retelling.

SEAMUS SULLIVAN:

Years ago, when I first tried to write about Daedalus in the form of a ponderous and contraction-free short story, Maria Dahvana Headley gave me some characteristically thoughtful line edits, and one note in particular stayed with me. She had gone back into my draft and added contractions, explaining that a lot of writers instinctively reach for “I am” rather than “I’m” when writing something set in antiquity, but at the expense of distancing the story from the reader. Contractions allow for intimacy, and intimacy is what the story demands.

Years later, I tried to write about Daedalus again. I had become a parent, and the first year of my son’s life overlapped with the first year of the global COVID-19 pandemic, a brutal police crackdown on protests, the January 6th insurrection, and other delights. I was deeply angry with men, with a society built to accommodate the worst impulses of men, and with myself for being part of it. With Headley’s note at the back of my mind, I framed the story as Daedalus’s direct address to his late son, Icarus. I’d worked in this mode before, a parent directly addressing their child. There was an assumption in there somewhere that any kid born in the present day would, before long, start observing the world and demanding that the adults explain themselves.

For me, Greek mythology’s appeal has always had something to do with grandeur, with the glory and tragedy of an imagined past, sure, but also with scale and awe and durability. Maybe that’s just how it feels when you read the stuff as a kid. Writing in the Mary Renault style wouldn’t work for me – I didn’t have the skill or the eye for anthropological detail to pull that off, and anyway there was no point in pretending I wasn’t doing the literary equivalent of shaking my fist at the world immediately outside my window. So most of my narration’s intimacy came from my own day-to-day, which largely consisted of carrying an inquisitive baby around and explaining things to him, and for the grandeur I went back to Homer.

Emily Wilson’s Odyssey translation had been out for a few years by then, so I went over passages from that and from my older, Stanley Lombardo Iliad translation. Those helped with the details of how royal households worked (slave labor and all), what funeral rites were like, and a general idea of how to convey that sense of grandeur in vernacular-friendly language that would pull readers into this imagined version of a bronze age society. Wilson’s Odyssey introduction was a great resource for social context and for how composition and performance of Homeric verse might have worked. In the spring of last year I got to see Wilson perform the opening lines of The Iliad for a packed New York Public Library audience, in the original Greek, with enviable gusto; I came away with a deeper appreciation for the artistry and energy that kept these texts alive, in performance and print, for millennia.


Magpie-like, I accumulated images and ideas from other sources. Much of the opening chapter, describing the escape from Crete and the fall of Icarus, comes from Ovid. The Homeric Hymn to Demeter, an intensely affecting depiction of a mother’s search for her child, has a haunting image of an older woman seeking work at the village well as a nursemaid, and this influenced my back story for Naucrate, Daedalus’s wife and Icarus’s mother. (Naucrate has a name and a job description, household slave, in Pseudo-Apollodorus, but we don’t have much surviving information on her character beyond that.) I learned about an old tradition of reluctance to mention the king of the underworld by name, referring to him only through indirect titles, and worked that into the book as well. While Daedalus, the character, has an extremely dry sense of humor, I did my best to put some jokes in, because there are jokes and boasts and coarse insults in Homer, and because I find people do crack jokes when they’re under constant stress.

All this research made the book genuinely fun to write, even though it’s a book about things in the world that make me intensely sad and angry. I did my best to make the book fun to read as well. Only an egomaniac would seriously entertain the hope that his work will stick around as long as Homeric verse, but I do like to think about the comfort and collective enjoyment that audiences would have found in hearing very old myths performed and retold centuries ago, including the many, many versions of those myths that haven’t survived into the present day. If my own version can provide some of that enjoyment for you, if we can both shake our heads, together, at the terror and grotesquerie and grandeur of the world we inhabit right now, I’ll feel like I did my job. 


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To begin, for those of you who do not follow such things with intense interest, a little context about the “AI” company Anthropic being sued for stealing authors’ works and reaching a settlement. Go read that and come back when you do.

The law firm representing authors in the suit has posted up a searchable database listing which works are included in the settlement. I went and looked and had 17 qualifying works, and filed claims for them; at $3,000 per title it adds up. Now, how much of that $3k/title I get after lawyer payout and other shenanigans will be another question entirely, but that’s for another time.

I will note that this settlement is not “free” money – my work, along with the work of thousands of other authors, was stolen to feed an LLM whose function is at the heart of Anthropic’s current $180 billion-plus market valuation. This settlement is, bluntly, the absolute minimum Anthropic could get away with paying.

It is also more than I expected. I had expected Anthropic to litigate this thing until the heat death of the universe. But the fact of the matter is that the damage, such as it is, has already been done. Anthropic has reaped the benefit of its theft and any additional training data for LLMs will have to come from other sources, and at this point someone in Anthropic’s legal department decided it’s better to throw a few (relative) coins to copyright holders than to have a legal liability outstanding. Authors qualified for the settlement can refuse it and pursue individual claims against Anthropic, but most authors can’t afford to do that and won’t (and wouldn’t necessarily get more even if they did). For most of us, this is it.

My suggestion to other authors, unless you genuinely have hundreds of thousands to burn to pursue an individual case, is to check that database above to see if you have a title in there that you can file a claim for. The settlement is not great! But it’s still something, and these days most authors — hell, most people — are not in a position to turn down something if they can get it.

On a slightly lighter note, having so many works used to train Anthropic’s Large Language Model (as well as most of the other ones; they all sifted through the same stock of stolen works) at answers the question about why sometimes the responses I get from them sound a little like me. It’s because more than a little of me is in there. I do a better version of me, though. I always will.

— JS

The Big Idea: Beth Cato

Oct. 1st, 2025 05:58 pm
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You can’t judge a house by its paint job. Or by the nefarious things that have gone on inside said house in the past. Author Beth Cato takes us for a tour in the Big Idea for her newest novel, A House Between Sea and Sky. Follow along to see what lore this house holds.

BETH CATO:

Murder houses have feelings, too.

In the case of the titular House of my new cozy-literary fantasy A House Between Sea and Sky, those feelings include loneliness, anxiety, and some undeniable obsessive-compulsive tendencies. After all, it’s not easy to be a witch’s hut for centuries. One’s oven gets used for all sorts of sordid things.

But House has now been abandoned. For years it has lingered, essentially dozing in its precarious position on a cliff at the edge of a strange continent. But on this stormy night, it stirs awake as it recognizes something: a woman flavored by a magic even older than its own. House’s curiosity is piqued. It doesn’t try to hide itself from the woman’s eyes. It lets her come close. Even more, when the woman returns, dragging along a man limp with despair, House lets them both inside to take shelter from the raging rain and lightning.

As House describes the scene:

I am not their home, but I can be a refuge. I can, maybe, know the warmth of bodies and voices again, my hollowness less hollow.

I open my entry to them in invitation.

The year is 1926. The place: Carmel-by-the-Sea in California. The human point of view is that of the woman flavored by magic, forty-five-year-old Fayette Wynne. She is a scenarist for silent films. She’s struggling to catch up on her script-writing after the recent death of her beloved Ma. Fayette’s siblings are dead, too. Her grief is a boulder she can’t budge, though she truly does have one other family member left–the sentient sourdough starter dubbed Mother that her family has tended for decades. Mother’s divine healing powers were not adequate to heal Ma, though, and Fayette bristles with resentment.

Then there is the man Fayette rescues from the storm. Rex Hallstrom is a rising star in Hollywood, handsome and charismatic. But Rex has been forced to act through most every moment of the day, and the falseness of his life is eating away at him like acid. He needs help. He needs hope.

All of my other fantasy novels have been about high stakes: the world is in danger, the kingdom is in danger, that kind of thing. This is a different kind of book. The stakes are low and intimate. These people–and House is definitely a living soul and a person–need each other if they are to survive.

I invite you to step inside this world, too. You’ll find House to be the most accommodating of hosts. There will be a warm fire. Good, fresh sourdough bread. An incredible view. Perhaps some surprise company will arrive as well–after all, this is a witch’s house, and the unexpected should be expected. 

Just be sensitive about House’s feelings. It truly is striving to be more than a murder house of lore, but maaaaaybe it doesn’t always make the right choices. Just know that it is trying, just as we all attempt to get by, day to day. We all could use a little more care and compassion as we slog through this storm that we call life.


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