Criminalising consensual sex kills newborns

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Sorry, but that’s the truth. And not only babies either, but young people as well.

You may think sex outside of marriage is a sin, and that’s your prerogative. You’re certainly not alone in this belief – many religions and cultures will agree with you.

Fine, but it seems to me that where there is no victim, the punishment for sin should be up to God, not Man.

If you criminalise the victimless act of sexual congress between consenting adults/young people, you have a problem. And if you don’t believe me, read the newspapers here in Malaysia. Not a week passes without someone dying because of this senseless law and its application, and it’s usually the young and very often the newborn.

As a journalist in The New Straits Times said yesterday: “Bloody bundled babies have been found everywhere, on the steps of mosques and churches, in garbage bins, the town dump, in buses, orchards and public toilets – dead, alive; with or without their umbilical cords, heads or limbs; riddled with mosquito and ant bites, crushed, mutilated or burnt beyond recognition.”

And this: “In his haste to escape punishment from religious officers, a college student who was alone with his girlfriend plunged to his death from the fifth floor of an apartment.”
(Read Marina Mahathir’s comment here.)

If you are one of those who are governed by this law (and only half the people in Malaysia are), then you can be humiliated, arrested, charged, fined, imprisoned and/or caned for having sex with someone not your spouse. So when a righteous busybody (who never, ever of course commits anything at all that looks like a sin) calls up the religious police, who then start pounding on and/or breaking down doors, young people panic.

It seems every week or two, someone falls to their death trying to escape from the scene of their dreadful crime – sex with someone they aren’t married to. Young people mostly, who have succumbed to the most natural drive of all. Their hormones tell them one thing, their religion/culture tells them they mustn’t. And faced with shame, imprisonment and whipping, some of them take risks – and die. It saddens me. Given a chance, they probably would have grown up to be useful, considerate God-fearing members of their community. But they didn’t get a second chance.

Worse still is what happens when a young girl finds herself pregnant. In fear of the unpleasant legal consequences, she hides the pregnancy, thereby damaging the health of her child, then gives birth in secret (and yes, sometimes either she or the baby dies as a consequence), and then in her confusion and terror, kills or abandons the newborn. Sometimes the baby is found in time (usually covered in ants, and mosquito bites). Sometimes not.

Babies die because men decide to make a crime of the initial victimless sin.

And this is somehow a good thing? This law obviously doesn’t deter the sinners, that’s obvious from the number of cases. So where’s the benefit? Maybe someone can explain it to the baby that died in some shed somewhere…because I sure don’t get it.

Of course, Malaysians look for solutions. Let’s have places where pregnant mothers can go, let’s have places where they can take their newborns: all good ideas. I doubt they will make as much difference as these good people hope, because it will bring the young people who have transgressed to the attention of the law. So these places become places, not of sanctuary, but of identification and ultimately punishment. And anyone protecting the girls who ask for sanctuary could be charged with obstruction if they don’t disclose names.

Can we have more Malaysians suggesting out aloud that maybe we should be looking at the law and seeing if it performs what might be its purpose: halting extra-marital sex – and if it doesn’t, then dare to suggest it be scrapped?

Of course, if its aim is killing/harming babies, then I guess it’s doing just fine. Keep it going, and we’ll rid the world of a few more unwanted kids.
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The Russian cover

The Russian cover is soooo unpopular on the poll, I thought I’d blow up the pix so you can have a better look.

Given that I wrote a book – in fact a whole trilogy – that never had a single horse in it anywhere, don’t you just love this? Of course I never had pterodactyls, or strange land beasts either. And Blaze wouldn’t be caught dead in an outfit like that. Still, it’s not all that bad is it??

Another Stormlord review

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Another review up for The Last Stormlord, from Katherine Keller
You can read it here, at Sequential Tart.

Here’s the final paragraph:

For all that it’s all about water and the control of water in an arid land, The Last Stormlord is no thinly veiled homage to Dune. It’s a unique and multi-layered story that melds plot, politics, and some pretty intense action into a seamless whole. And, as a person who grew up in eastern California and knows well the history of the (vicious and brutal) fight for control of water there, I loved every page of this story.

Water, and control of water is power indeed.

While I was working…



…this past week, finishing the final* (I hope) major re-write of Stormlord’s Exile, husband was off having fun on Sipadan Island, off Borneo, where the world’s best diving is to be found. Of course, he calls such perambulations work. Hmph.

Weather was stormy and after one stormy night a rather tired bird decided to take a nap on the beach…
Note his rather bedraggled appearance.

A bird with the (to a non-birder) rather unlikely name Brown Booby.
But then, don’t you think it kinda suits the bird?
All’s well that end’s well – here, with the dawn, it is on its way out to sea again .

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*hah. I should say final- until the editors get hold of it!

Reading and reminiscing

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Years ago, close to thirty actually, I came across a coastal town on Morecombe Bay in the U.K. I can’t be sure exactly which one after so long, but I suspect – after a look at the map – that it was Grange-over-Sands. And I’ve just come across that place again, thirty years later in books by Paul Magrs. Ok, so he calls it Whitby, which is over in Yorkshire, but I reckon his literary Whitby is my Grange-over-Sands of 1982.

It happened like this. My sister and I were ambling around the U.K. in a very small car on our very first visit to the Europe. We had an itinerary, sort of, but no accommodation booked. It was April – and of course, utterly gorgeous weather, as it always is when I am in the UK. It was also late evening, the light was beginning to fade, and we’d had a strenuous day and were tired. We’d been driving for ages without having any luck at finding accommodation and were beginning to wonder if we’d end up sleeping in the car. That’s when we found ourselves in this town.

Wonderful! Looked to be just the place to have lots of B&Bs and happy to see customers mid-week in the off season. It looked delightful, an Edwardian seaside resort. So we starting hunting. To our surprise, every place was either full up or massively overpriced by the standards of the day, as if they really didn’t want our custom. We left and went somewhere else.

That’s the bare bones of the story.

But there was something else, and I’m not kidding: the place creeped us out. For a start, we felt as though we had stepped through a time-warp. This didn’t just look like Edwardian England, it was inhabited by people from a bygone era, all geriatric, a great many of whom appeared to be sipping tea with their little fingers crooked as they sat in drawing rooms with bow windows. You could see them as you walked the street – people out of a costume play. Lady Bracknell, wearing pearls and staring at these weird trouser-clad hobos from the colonies. Colonel Blimp with his military moustache and monocle, eyeing us with disapproval. We were in some kind of whacky twilight zone.

This, we decided, was a place where strange things would go bump in the night, and the exceptionally odd landlady would look you straight in the eye come morning and tell you you really didn’t see that body being carried down the stairs in the middle of night. You’d just had a bad dream.

We couldn’t get out of there soon enough.

Until this year, I don’t know what it was all about. Was it simply that we were over tired? Did we hit the Retired Theatrical Costumers’ Association’s annual seaside fling? Were we just over-imaginative?

Well, now I know. Now, you see, I’ve read Never the Bride and Something Borrowed. I swear, somehow thirty years ago, we stepped into Paul Magrs‘ Whitby, and the Bride of Frankenstein answered one of the B&B doors we knocked at while looking for a room. I’m so glad we fled.

Something Borrowed kept me engrossed for part of a very long airplane flight. Better still, I was smiling. There’s no better recommendation than that. If you like your stories whackily insane yet utterly creepy, then try these. Oh, and do be careful in those English seaside resorts.

Die Inseln des Ruhms: Die Wissende

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Das perfekte Lesevergnügen für alle, die abenteuerliche und romantische Fantasy mögen!

Von Geburt an ist die Söldnerin Blaze dazu verdammt, rastlos zwischen den Inseln des Ruhms hin und her zu reisen. Für eine Heimat würde sie fast alles tun, und nun hat sich ihre Sehnsucht beinahe erfüllt. Sie muss nur noch eine junge Sklavin an ihre Auftraggeber ausliefern. Doch da geschieht etwas, womit niemand rechnete. Die junge Frau lehrt Blaze, dass Freundschaft mehr wert ist als ein Zuhause. Gerade rechtzeitig, denn nur gemeinsam können sie dem dunklen Magier entgegentreten, der die Inseln des Ruhms zu vernichten droht …

Über Glenda Larke (Autorin)

Die Australierin Glenda Larke lebt in Malaysia, wo sie ihre zwei größten Wünsche verwirklicht: das Verfassen von Fantasy-Romanen und der Vogelwelt des Regenwalds zu lauschen. Sie hat auch bereits in Tunesien und Österreich gelebt. In jeder freien Minute beobachtet sie Vögel.

So, you German speakers out there finally, after a gap of many years since Die Fährte des Blinden, have another book of mine in German. The translation of The Aware will – according to Amazon – be available mid October. From a publisher new to me, and one very enthusiastic about my work, Blanvalet.
I don’t know yet you did this cover, but the translator is Susanne Gerold.

No Nuclear Reactor for Selangor

Some of you may not know that my husband was, for over 6 years, a Deputy Director-General of the UN International Atomic Energy Agency in Vienna, under Dr Hans Blix.

He has just had a paper published by – no less – the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. It’s in a publication entitled Multinational Approaches to the Nuclear Fuel Cycle. The paper is titled: Possible International Fuel-cycle Arrangements Attractive to States during the Nuclear Power Renaissance.

This year so far he has been invited to two different high level international meetings overseas on Nuclear Energy, one as the keynote speaker. In other words, he kinda knows the business. (And, you might sense, I am very proud of him.)

Here in Malaysia, there has (sort of) been an announcement that Malaysia is going nuclear. And the fun has begun. For example, here is a report from yesterday’s The Star newspaper (7th May) paraphrasing the Chief Minister of the state we live in, Selangor, as saying Selangor will not allow the plant to be built in the state because his govt believes the use of alternative energy sources such as solar energy should be enhanced instead, etc etc.

Other response was equally moronic and uninformed, public and politicians pontificating on things about which they know nothing. And not bothering to find out.

Selangor State has every right to refuse to have the power plant within its boundaries, of course, even though they are the major power consumer of the country. But one wonders – have they done the arithmetic? Looked at the projections? Future trends and costs and pollution indices?
The Chief Minister is our political leader. It is his job to lead, i.e. to know the facts and think about things and make informed decisions. People with the expertise like my husband are just a phone call away.

If the Chief Minister knows of some way that solar power can be used to match the needs of his state in ten years time, why doesn’t he tell the rest of the world? Selangor could make a world-wide financial killing! We’d all be rich! Malaysia solves the world’s energy problems with the wave of their magic solar-powered wand!

You know you don’t have to be a nuclear scientist or an engineer to understand the severe limitations of solar energy. It’s simple enough. Just do some reading. Many parts of Australia have desert temperatures, ample unused land and blue skies (unlike Malaysia which has heavy cloud cover). Ask yourselves then: why don’t they have solar-energy power plants?

This blog post, btw, is all my own work. My husband does not write or influence or suggest the topic for my posts.
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Hay-on-Wye

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No booklover goes to Wales without wanting to go to Hay-on-Wye. I mean, who can resist a very small town that has some 30 or so bookshops and book-related stores?
Add to that, the fact that it is situated in lovely Welsh countryside, and you have a perfect day’s outing. In fact, I could have spent a week and a lot of money…
Above: the town carpark
Above: and look what I found! (see last pix below if you don’t know what I mean…)
Books are everywhere, and note the inset tiles on Richard Booth’s Bookshop. They also had a cat sound asleep in an armchair just inside the door.

View from the Castle Bookstore – note more of the outdoor shelves and the distant view
A few streets winding streets make up this gorgeous town
Above: Richard Booth’s – one of the many gorgeous bookstores