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A historical document, writ in 1994 and reproduced here verbatim:

"AFTERWORD TO "HORSES BLOW UP DOG CITY"
(from
Intersections: The Sycamore Hill Anthology, 1996)
Richard Butner

Karen Fowler: This is a very muted story with curiously disconnected characters. Within this dampened setting the difficulties, but also the possibilities, for moving us are enormous. We don't have to solve the mystery of Grover's death, but we do need to solve the mystery of his absence. What does it mean to the rest of Hanes' life that Grover is gone? Good ending.

John Kessel: It's perfect. Don't change a thing. I mean it. This is a great story. Loved the lute player. Loved the fan in the clown suit. The street person on page two. The Omnibot. The backstage scene. The names of Grover's performances. Maybe a little more--but not much.

Carol Emshwiller: Stay muted. Don't add a lot of emotion. I'm almost in agreement with John. So stay affectless.

Nancy Kress: The writing here is a pleasure, smooth and detailed. You need more dramatization of scenes involving Grover, and a more definite stance from Hanes. Without either of those, we're just too distant from everyone's emotions.

Robert Frazier: This needs a child. The true power of the story lies in the aftermath, in those left behind in a suicide. Seeing the child and a struggling Lexene would set the stage with the most powerful situation.

Bruce Sterling: Any story with popstars, media, junk, bricolage, detournement, capitalist exploitation, hacking, retrofitted apartments, Russian fan kids, and uprooted urban artists with postmodern sensibilities has got to command my attention. Now I want you to really rub our noses in it.

James Patrick Kelly: Although the writing is wonderful, the characterization is too enigmatic. Grover's death means little to us, everything to Hanes. Your story must be telling us why.

Maureen McHugh: Illuminate the mystery at the heart of this story.

Alexander Jablokov: There's a story here, but you haven't yet written it. The story is the rise and eventual destruction of an artist, a child-like artist. You have trouble focussing on it, and keep distracting yourself. Still, somehow, some of that tragic emotion comes through. Grab it and pull it through the story.

Gregory Frost: The problem throughout for me is specificity--that's what is lacking and what will fix it.

Mark Van Name: I had no trouble reading this story, and I generally enjoyed the experience. Unfortunately, at the end I just didn't care as much as I should have about the characters.

Jonathan Lethem: A Jonathan Carroll story minus the intense emotions. Cute geniuses had better be suffering hard or they're insufferable.

Michaela Roessner: A numbered dot puzzle without the lines filled.

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It is not at all a bad gig, blowing off most responsibilities for a week and just being a writer in the company of writers. One gets the urge to don the old velvet suit, take up smoking a pipe, that kind of thing. Even the Sycamore Hillians who write professionally for the other 358 days a year will tell you that it's a cool deal. So for a semi-unknown (uh, that's me, in case you were wondering) to join in with Mark and John as one of the Secret Masters of Sycamore Hill, to be treated as a peer by some of the bright lights of the literary sf community--what more could I ask for? How, indeed, would I have known to ask for such extracurricular activities: a late night dance contest starring a frantically gyrating Alex; the endless quest that Bob, Greg, and I undertook for the perfect spiral notebook; the discovery of a cache of '50s pulp magazines that featured Carol as the cover model. An exceptionally medicated game of "I've Never" comes to mind, as do the three extra hours of conversation with Karen while we waited for her plane to emerge from the maelstrom in Dallas and take her home.

The payback for all the good times and writerliness is your critique session. In many cases, a loose consensus will develop--you'll get thirteen hammers, or thirteen puzzled looks, or maybe thirteen paeans of praise. The folks at the tail end of the circle (the ones who don't have some prized Freudian or deconstructionist reading to trot out) usually hack away at the opinions already expressed: "I agree with Carol about the tone, and Jim's idea for a slight tweak on the ending is good." That kind of thing. Even the heavyweights pay some attention when a consensus develops. But what do you do when you get a few hammers, some puzzled looks, and some praise? Is that worse than a sound drubbing? No, it's not, but it does make you wonder about whom to listen to when you're doing the rewrite.

Well, I took the advice of John, and Carol, and Karen, so I didn't change a whole hell of a lot. If nothing else, I am quite proud of the fact that my story caused Bruce, who normally yowls about things like "the spearhead of cognition" and "burning the motherhood statement," to scream at me during the critique for making my characters seem criminally unemotional. Some folks wanted more puppetry, and it's not there, probably because I find most descriptions of new art forms in sf pretty tedious. Thanks are due to Bruce and Greg for pointing out a potentially embarrassing error in the tech of the story, and that's a good thing, since my day job is computer journalism.

Is the story too muted? I guess it depends on how sensitive your ears are...