words, words, words….
May 14, 2014
Reminder for those attending RT Convention: Secret Mission is go! Find me (either at the Book Fair on Saturday, or after a panel, or some other time when I’m not otherwise occupied), recite for me some bit of poetry or lines from a play that the Master of London would have known and appreciated when he was alive, and be rewarded. (While supplies last, I’m afraid!)
In other reading news, I’ve just finished The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker, and I loved loved loved it. It’s a turn of the century (last century) immigrant story, with fantasy — in fact, this is exactly the sort of thing I mean when I talk about wanting to expand the definition of urban fantasy as far as possible, because this is great urban fantasy: modern setting, a familiar (though historical) New York City, with amazingly well-drawn fantastical elements. This is the kind of book that makes me as a writer insanely jealous, because it’s so well done and I’m just staring at it, thinking, “How?!” Catnip, people. Word catnip.
And that immigrant story: there’s a movie called The Legend of 1900 which is fair to middling (the ending stank), that I saw mostly because Tim Roth is in it, and it’s also an immigrant story. There’s this absolutely gorgeous, heart-wrenching opening scene taking place on the deck of a passenger steamer: there’s fog, and all the passengers are looking over the railing, waiting for their first glimpse — and the fog parts and there she is, the Statue of Liberty, and the sense of joy and hope at that view is fierce. The Golem and the Jinni has a similar scene, just as powerful, and for anyone who had ancestors come over from Europe on one of those ships, with everything they own in the world in a suitcase, (my great-grandfather Linder arrived from Sweden on the Mauretania), it’s like peeking over their shoulder for a little while. It’s like time travel.