More from Borobudur

Imagine it for a moment.
Something built around 800 A.D., a Buddhist monument.
Six square levels topped by three round ones. You can walk around at each level.
You approach the first level walking up steps (picture 1.) 2,672 carved stone relief panels and 504 Buddha statues.

All in green surroundings with the volcano watching in the distance…



The stones were put in place first, then carved on site over several generations. Some were never finished – perhaps the sons or grandsons were not as keen on the work as the original workers were? Some are damaged. Some are missing – plundered. But what surprises most is how much remains, and how good the condition of it is. Fortunately it is not surrounded by the corrosiveness of a modern city or factories.
More tomorrow.

Why I went to Yogya

The main reason I went to Yogyakarta was to see the ruins of Borobadur.
And the reasons it is such a wonderful place to go is scene in the first few photos below.
Gunung Merapi. Mount Merapi. Volcano. Which I first saw above through the window of the bus.
Like most active volcanoes, it has the habit of dumping a lot of ash on the countryside, which not only means good soil for things like the ricefields above, but it also means it covers places up for centuries. Places like Borobudur.

And yes, that is smoke coming out of the top.
And one of the places it covered was Borobudur…for about 400 years from about 1400 when it was abandoned, until Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles came along and had it uncovered in 1814. (Raffles was the British Governor of Java for a brief period before the Dutch regained the island.) After that it was nicely plundered by the colonial powers and thieves in the usual way of such things.

You approach the ruins on foot, and they actually don’t look like anything much from below.

Only when you start climbing up the ruins themselves, do you begin to appreciate their beauty, their glory – and the love and dedication that prompted their construction.
A close up look tomorrow.

And again: Weird Stuff.

This is about a review I read where I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It is very funny, almost unbelievable, and yet it is always sad to see prejudice and bigotry search for scientific backing and produce idiocy disguised as research. Doubly sad when it comes from a university. Triply sad when the researchers apparently have no idea of how silly – and screamingly funny – they are.

Read this from Amir Muhammad here talking about this:

SEXUAL IDENTITY: Effeminacy Among University Students by Noraini Mohd Noor, Jamal Farooqui, Ahmad Abd Al-Rahim Nasr, Hazizan Md Noon and Shukran Abdul Rahman. (International Islamic University Malaysia, 2005, 231 pages).

How many SF/F books are published in a year

Over at the Locus Blog, from Gary K. Wolfe, are some interesting figures.

In 1954, when I was nine years old, there were approximately 74 science fiction titles published. Locus reports 1,669 titles (including fantasy, horror, etc.) for 2008 – there were 254 SF novels and 436 fantasy novels alone (690 books). The rest would presumably be horror, anthologies, novellas, collections, things that don’t really fit into either category.

Gary says lots of other interesting stuff, so take a look. I just want to think about those figures…he doesn’t say if they are all totally new titles, rather than some reissued from some past time as well, but let’s assume they are.
I am also assuming that he is looking at all English-speaking countries – USA, Australia, UK, NZ, Canada, South Africa, etc etc.
(I am also assuming that they are all “first time in the English language” so there will stacks of other SF/F books written in other languages as well, which we will disregard.)

Hmm.

  • 436 fantasy to 254 science fiction. That’s a ratio of 17:10, not quite 2 fantasies for every SF. It means that fantasy writers have a better chance last year of being published than SF writers…
  • It means that if you had a particular SF/F book out in 2008 published for the first time* that book was 1 in 690. Not a bad ratio.
  • Some authors would have had more than one book out for the first time in 2008, so it means you would be one author in considerably less than 690 authors getting a particular book newly published in SF/F in 2008.
  • If you were a brand new fantasy author getting published for the first time, then you were one in considerably less than 436 authors world wide who finally made it. Congratulations. I mean it. (I have no idea how many brand new fantasy authors there were first published last year but I suspect quite a few less than 50. And even more impressively low if you write SF). Think about those figures for a moment. The odds against you succeeding are staggering…and you did it. Wow.
  • And here’s another figure that is bandied about from time to time – the ratio of MSS handed in to a publisher versus actually published is said to be somewhere about 5000 to 1. (Sorry, can’t remember where I got that figure from now.)
  • If you haven’t made it yet, just make sure you enjoy the journey. It may not be worth it otherwise. If you do enjoy the journey, then of course it’s worth it! We don’t all play tennis because we want to get to Wimbleton, or golf because we have our eye on the Masters…do it because you love writing. That way you have fun no matter what happens.

*(I didn’t have any out in 2008 for the first time – books that came out in UK for the first time had been published in Australia the year before…)

Live in L.A. and want a DJ?

I have just the right people for you: Pony vs Tiger.
And here they are…

Marchelle and Nashii
Yes, you never know what you are going to get on this blog and today you have an unashamed advert from a proud mother.

UPDATED: Their business email is now pvt @ ponyvstiger dot com

I am having trouble epressing myself

One of the keys on my keyboard won’t work.

So I can no longer talk about Meico, or eciting stuff, or rays.
Things are now dear, not epensive. enophobia is out of bounds anyway, and too bad about the non-Y chromosome and ero copy machines and ecellence. Can’t make an eception, or use an ae, or epect anything. Echange rates and ecuses are impossible, I can enter but never eit. Eclamations I can do !!!!! but eclusions are a problem. I won’t pay my taes, or send any faes, or do use any waes, but then I do like being la anyway. Everything is minimum rather than ma, and I’d love to have the power of deus e machina and fi and ni this quickly.

Too bad, I can’t send you a kiss, or have any luury either. This is ecruciating.

And what about se?

Aaargh!

UPDATE on my Xs:
Thanx to Khaldan and an excellent little programme called Key Tweak, I can now be x-rated all I please…

The literary trope

I have just read Toni Morrison’s “A Mercy“.

A wonderful book, gorgeously rich writing, fascinating characters in a magnificent but savage setting of uncertainty, disease, servitude, the constant haunting of death standing at the shoulder. A nice touch of irony – the only truly free character is the black man.

Highly recommended, and it is a tale I shall read again.

But as I lay the book down, it made me think about one of the much belaboured tropes of literary writing – that the author so often feels obliged not to be straightforward, but to hide the truth of the tale in a welter of words that have to be decoded.

This is not necessarily a bad thing, of course. In fact, when you have to hunt for clues in the words, it can make you appreciate the story all the more, and I think Morrison does this very well. Her way of unfolding the truth makes you go back and reread and appreciate. But then, she is a master craftsman.

Others don’t succeed so well and seem to feel that you can’t have clarity in their writing, not if you want to be literary. You must hide the denouement, or the realities, or the motivations under obfuscation. You must hint, never tell. You must make the reader put the book down, saying in puzzlement, ‘Huh? What happened in the end?’ Make it all too easy to understand, then it’s commercial fiction, not literary.

(This last statement is not true, of course. Think, say, To Kill a Mockingbird. Hmm, maybe that’s why it is both commercial and literary.)

To me, blurring the tale deliberately to make the reader not immediately understand what happened is just as much a trope of literary fiction as the boy with magic ending up being the King/Sorcerer/Hero is a trope of fantasy.

More from Yogyakarta

One of the nice things about this part of the world is discovering the beauty, often small things, tucked away in corners.

Like this orchid and the artwork on the wall of a batik shop

Or this art deco glasswork coupled with Asian carvings on another commerical enterpriseOr this on a public building in a busy street
Or this. An enterprising pavement stall holder has used handwoven mats in place of chairs for locals to eat and drink
Look at the bases of these flag poles
And these next places, where we stopped for lunch on the first day just after we arrived at the airport



This house was the home of a past discarded royal concubine who took the batik-making skills she had learned in the palace to build a business for non-royal customers, somewhat revolutionary at the time.

Some people of Yogyakarta

Life is tough for many,
and you sell what you can,
how you can,
wherever you can.

Your services…
Food…


Soup
Water….

Transport

Batik…

and you don’t take time off for lunch either

Handicrafts for tourists

Drinks…

Or maybe you just collect junk…

This man is selling a snack from the back of his motorbike to a school girl. Boiled potatoes, cabbage and tofu is popped into a plastic bag with a thin wooden skewer, soy sauce added for taste…
And no one to tell him he’s breaking every health regulation in the book or ask him when was the last time his kitchen was inspected…

How to get around in Yogyakarta

WITH THE KIDS…

MOTORBIKE
and pushcart

ANY OLD HOW AND IN ANY DIRECTION

or by HARLEY DAVIDSON with outriders
(if you are very rich)
pix taken outside our hotel
AND PARKING YOUR BIKE IS NO PROBLEM
( no one steals your helmet)

or there’s pedal power by
TRISHAW
(Beca)

HORSE AND CARRIAGE
…and don’t forget the decorations…

and don’t forget to collect the, um, sh*t