Why Fantasy Works….

 
Very occasionally, when I say I write fantasy, the listener imagines I write sex fantasies. I won’t go there, except to say I haven’t worked out a really good reply to that one yet.
Occasionally I get someone saying, ‘Oh, I’m afraid I don’t read science fiction. I like my books to be real.’ Or something along those lines. They don’t mean non-fiction, though; they mean books set in our time and place, or at least in known history of this world. Usually I don’t say much, but I could point out that fiction is…well, fictional. It’s not real, folks.
Often I have the person say, ‘Oh you mean things like Harry Potter?’
My reply, ‘Yeah, Harry Potter without the money.’
Best of all is when someone replies, ‘Oh, do you? I love fantasy! What name do you write under?’
For them, fantasy works. They like to read it. Ask them why, and you get a whole slew of answers from different people that seem at first to have little in common. But I believe they mostly can be condensed down to two reasons.
Firstly, many of us live in a world where we are relatively powerless. We look around and wonder what we can do to stop global warming, and our own government won’t sign the Kyoto Protocol. We don’t throw our rubbish on the footpaths, but we have to wade through other people’s litter. We pay our taxes and take pride in the things it buys for our citizens – schools, hospitals, health care – but the mega rich squirrel away their money in dodgy tax havens and claim their fancy cars as business expenses. We teach science, and the teacher in the next classroom is busy telling her students there’s no such thing as evolution.
Most of us are just small people in a big world, wondering if we’ll ever make an impact on things that really matter. 
But when we read, we can fulfill our dreams. We can identify with the little guy who does great things. For a moment, we can be the Hobbit doing huge deeds, or the citizenless girl living feral in a cemetery who grows up to be Blaze Halfbreed, making a difference to a whole archipelago of islands.
In fantasy terrible things can happen, but because they happen in a world that doesn’t exist anywhere except on the printed page, we aren’t traumatised by them. Read a book like “Room” – brilliant literary fiction about a boy born and brought up in the tiny room where his mother is imprisoned as a sex slave – and we can come away feeling distressed because we know it happens. In our world. Now.
In fantasy we can make it all come good in the end if we want. In the real world, we don’t have that choice.
The second reason is that reading fantasy stretches our imaginations. There’s a “wow” factor. You never know what’s around the next corner. The sensawunda. The fabulous, the weird, the wondrous. You can get this in today’s fiction-set-in-this-world too, but there are always limits before it slips across into fantasy or paranormal or science fiction. But in fantasy, a good writer can convince you – for a while – that their world is viable, and take you along for the ride of a lifetime.
To me, those two reasons encapsulate why we read fantasy. 
What do you think?
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 Pics from my foreign language editions.

Mary Victoria …

…is a N.Z. writer I met in September at Worldcon. This month she has Book 2 coming out in her trilogy: ” Chronicles of the Tree.”

I just LOVE the setting of these books. At one stage in the far distance past, I did briefly consider  writing a book about everyone living in trees, and gave up on the idea because…well, because I’m not half as ingenious as Mary! She took the idea of just one tree, and made it into a believable, wondrous world, peopled with interesting characters with interesting problems. 

So this month she is celebrating strong women in books over at her website. Pop over there from time to time and click on “Journal” to see what Mary and another bunch of writers have to say about the subject. Nicole Murphy is the first.

Where I’ve been lately

Having finished reading the proofs of “Stormlord’s Exile” (out at end of July or first few days of August), I headed off to work in the mountains at Fraser’s Hill, here:
No, this wasn’t the photo taken during one’s last seconds on Earth as the world is blasted by a nuclear holocaust or a meteor shower, or something equally catastrophic and final.

It’s the photo taken at night with a flash when it’s really, really misty. This was closer to the reality:
The team was there to run a beginning bird watching course for guides and hill resort residents, so three days of mist and rain and wind was not quite the best of conditions. Fortunately the trainees were a great group of people, from guides to students to those in the hotel  industry and tourism promotion to government servants.
Fortunately too, some of the birds were wonderfully cooperative:
These are my fellow trainers:

A misty morning after a couple of days of rain – which results in very hungry birds – is a very, very bad time for a moth, and generally fatal if you start flying about. But if you sit still like this one, and don’t budge in the midst of the moth holocaust, you can be surprisingly safe.

Sadly, I don’t think this stick insect was going to make it. Not when it really couldn’t even get its legs to sort out which was up…

News and flower pots…

This is the view from our family room of the orchid shade house.

And in amongst the orchids closest to the window, there is a bulbul nest…and yes, those yellow dangling things are the heavily perfumed blossoms. So not only do I have flowers, I also have birds in the hanging pot!

Today I sent back to the proofs of “Stormlord’s Exile”.  Tomorrow I am going to Fraser’s Hill again to be one of the trainers for a session on birding.

The other piece of news I have is that it looks as if “The Masks of Yedron” will not be the next book I write after all. It will get written, just not yet… Such is the world of publishing. One never knows what is around the corner. And no, I can’t say yet exactly what the next book is going to be, or when I’ll be able to tell you.

Busy, busy…

…with the proof reading of Stormlord’s Exile. Should be available in 6 months, folk! Blame me for any typos; I am truly the world’s worst proof reader.

And in the meantime, to keep you occupied:

1. Take a look at the latest Salon Futura here.

2. And here’s some music I adore. Air Tap from Eric Mongrain.

Remember the bore riders of The Tainted?

Well here’s the real thing. This bore tide was one of the many I researched for the book. Many thanks for the link to Gillian Pollack. You can read more about this 5-mile surf ride here.

And you can see what I did with the concept in The Tainted! Which was, by the way, voted by readers as one of the ten most popular reads in the first ten years of Harper Collins Voyager books in Australia.

Imagine this…

Imagine that you’ve just moved to a new town and you fall ill. You start looking for the local doctor’s surgery – and can’t find one. Not one anywhere. So you ask a local where you can find one. And she tells you: ‘Well, there used to be several. But then most of the locals who used them wouldn’t pay their bills. So after a while, one of them left. Still, the people wouldn’t pay. So the second one left too. Neither of them could make enough money to live here, and now no doctor will come because they know they can’t make a living.’

You look around, surprised. ‘But most people here seem reasonable well off. Why wouldn’t they pay their bills?’

‘Oh, some thought the doctors charged too much. They couldn’t see why patients had to pay so much, when really they were paying for the years of training the doctors received before they came here. Some said it was because the doctors wouldn’t make housecalls. Others didn’t see why they should pay if the doctor wouldn’t give them medicine, or if they didn’t get better immediately. Some said it was their right to have free medical care. All sorts of different reasons. Anyway, we don’t have a doctor now.’

Ridiculous? Read this.

Stealing has consequences.

On with the story: You return home, still thinking about this, and disturb a thief in your house. He’s walking out the door carrying your brand new plasma TV. Naturally you are very indignant.

‘But,’ protests the thief, ‘it’s not as if I would buy one for myself if I didn’t steal it. This is the only one I’ll get! And I didn’t steal anything else from you! Oh, and you’ve probably got insurance anyway…’

Ridiculous? Of course. Totally illogical reasoning. Well, I’m sick of pirate sites having the gall to tell me that THEY don’t steal from me. It’s the guys who make use of their site and put up the freebies. “They are the thieves, not me! Anyway, all you have to do is fill in this form which will only take a few minutes of your time and we’ll take down the twenty free versions we are inadvertently hosting. Oh, and you will probably have to do it again tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that…because these turkeys are a bit persistent… But it’s not me, you understand. I just put us this nice free site for them to use. Why on earth should I check to make sure no one is using it to steal? That’s not MY problem!”

A great many writers shrug off the stealing. They say, ‘Well, these people wouldn’t buy my books anyway.’ Perhaps they are right, although what criteria they use to make that assertion, I’m not sure. I think they are probably wrong.

And definitely, I can’t see why it’s ok to let them get away with it because “they wouldn’t buy it anyway.”

What troubles me most of all is that the morality of people has slipped so badly over the past twenty years, that people who would never consider, say, shoplifting, think that internet stealing is harmless and has no consequences.

Alas, it does.

More photos from Scotland : Inveraray

And whose bright idea was it to put a pay and display sign just where it would ruin every photo?
I’m always impressed by institutions that date back before the Brits even reached Australia…especially if they are just pubs!!

The town has a famous jail…
Note the ice…