Elizabeth Sandifer

Well, we hit $12k, so I suppose it’s time to post the beginning of the short story that I’ll be adding to the book as the final component if we hit $14,000. All of this was written basically before Neoreaction a Basilisk even started, while I was on a Providence-inspired Lovecraft kick and fooling around with my own spin on “modern day Lovecraft.” I got through, basically, the first section (like “Call of Cthulhu,” there’s a distinctly episodic structure to the plot as I envision it) before getting distracted by accidentally writing a book. But that ended up giving me the ideas I needed to finish it, and the modified idea for the story seems like it’ll fit well into the book, not unlike how “The Immortality of Leelah” fit into Guided by the Beauty of Their Weapons. So, all disclaimers, this is first draft prose, and I’m still not a comfortable fiction writer at all. But if you like it, there’s four days to get the Kickstarter up to $14,000. (And at $13,000, don’t forget, I’ll be doing a magical ritual to neuter the alt-right.)

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This site represents my most up to date account of what I have taken to calling the Vala Phenomenon. I have tried to be skeptical and impartial in this matter, not that this will matter to my inevitable critics, but I should stress: I wish I did not know the things I know. I do not sleep anymore. I fear sleep like I fear death. I am not writing this because I think the world should know. I am writing it because I have to. Because I want there to be something left of me. Because the glow of my laptop helps keep me awake.

It started when David killed himself. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody; he’d be the first to tell you he’d always been fucked up. He’d set up a deathswitch, though, which made some projects he’d been working on public and notified some trusted friends, or at least whoever had come to mind when he set it up. We hadn’t had a proper conversation in something like three years when he died, but apparently whenever he set it up, that included me.

Most of it was encryption stuff, which isn’t really a community I follow anymore (yes, I’m that Sarah Harper), but I followed the discussions as people tried to figure out what these projects were and if there was anything worth tinkering with, the communal act of doing so seeming like a good way to mourn what was, for all of us, an old and wondrously idiosyncratic friend.

Anyway, as a side project from some steganography algorithm he’d developed, he’d made a set of photo filters that produced some very startling visual effects, and I found myself fascinated by them. The whole group did, really, at least for a day or two. But after the initial flurry of emails as people put various photos (including many of David) through the filter a sense of unease set in.…

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Very short today, mostly because getting this up is the last thing I have to do before bed and I’m tired. Though I suspect I’ll be back later today with a proper excerpt of the short story that will be the $14,000 stretch goal for Neoreaction a Basilisk, as the Kickstarter’s at $11,750 or so, which means we’ll probably make $12k today. Here’s your convenient link for that.

On the subject of that book, Kit Power did a review of it for Ginger Nuts of Horror, and James Wylder did an interview with me for his site. Both are fun if you’ve got a few minutes.

Finally, 101 Claras to See, a fan anthology on Clara Oswald co-edited by Caitlin Smith, is in its last weekend of availabilty for a hard copy, and also has an electronic edition for sale. I’ve got a piece in it that I’m not going to be reprinting elsewhere, and it’s also got contributions from both Jane and Jill. That’s available here.

And that’ll pretty much do us for this morning. Really hoping to be back this afternoon with a chunk of short story and some vague teasing about magical rituals to neuter the alt-right.

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To round out the series of podcasts promoting Neoreaction a Basilisk (alltogether now, currently available on Kickstarter) I am thrilled to finally have Alex Reed on the Eruditorum Presscast. Alex, of course, is the primary architect of Seeming, and so in one sense has been on every Eruditorum Presscast, since our theme music is of course “Worldburners Unite,” previously described as “a protest song as imagined by Thomas Ligotti. That’s available here for your listening pleasure.

We remain on that exciting/stressful bubble where we could well make the last stretch goal if the weekend goes well, but it’s in no way certain. So I figured I’d talk a bit about the most expensive edition (well, aside from the original plates, which have been snapped up), the Sigil Edition. I’ve not actually mocked one of these up yet (I’m not acquiring the printer I’ll need until after the move), but I’ve got the next best thing as an image here, namely a photo of the audio edition of Unearthing, which came with a transcript of the piece printed in the same style I’ll be using. I’d completely forgotten this was a thing when I came up with the Sigil Edition months ago, and didn’t remember until I was watching the film version of Unearthing and its existence came flooding back. Which was funny. 

The reason this seemed like a fun way to do the high-end edition of the book was that it seemed like it encapsulated the sort of “dispatches from a madman” vibe that the Conspiracy Zine edition had, only moreso. (That’s much of why Moore/Jenkins did it, I think – the same sort of “weird transmission from the outside” vibe that nearly led them to release the film version exclusively on VHS, and that’s implied by the very silly “private and confidential” tag on the envelope.) But it needed something a little bit extra to make it special, and so I merged it with another idea that had been kicking around, namely distributing a bunch of sigils to various people and letting them decide if they wanted to launch them.

Right now I’ve got eleven of them to make, and a nice text document where I’m jotting down possible purposes for the sigils. (The only one I know for sure, as I’ve said before, is “destroy capitalism.”) I’ll draw the sigil on the back of the first page (so it’ll be at the top of the stack when it’s all folded) along with a signature, and then package the whole thing in an envelope to keep it safe, with a print-off of the cover on the outside of the envelope. 

I really like this idea – a distributed magical ritual, the goals of the book encapsulated in a small and finite set of copies, sent out into the world and put in the readers’ hands so they can decide what to do with it. Which is, of course, how books always work.

Anyway, if that’s a thing you want to be a part of, they and all other Kickstarter editions remain for sale through Tuesday.…

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Promoting a Kickstarter is far from an exact science, but this seemed to work well for the Lizard People essay, so here goes for TERFs. As before, if all of this sounds interesting and you want it to happen, the trick is to back Neoreaction a Basilisk on Kickstarter. I suspect that if we can make $12k and the TERFs essay by the end of the weekend, the end-of-campaign momentum over the last two days will take us over the $14k line.

Anyway, TERFs, or Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist. Basically, a set of feminists for whom a major (or at times the major) component of their feminism is the belief that trans women are not real women and ought be excluded from female spaces. More virulent strains consider the entire notion of being trans an excuse for men to invade women’s spaces and treats all trans women as rapists. They are, as you can imagine, absolutely fucking terrible. And they’re terrible in ways that aren’t dissimilar to how various bits of the alt-right are terrible. (In fact, one of the notable things about them is their willingness to work with right-wing groups on things like bathroom bills.) So they seemed an interesting counterpoint to put in the book.

Anyway, thinking about it further, one obvious angle to take is the larger theoretical question of the Sister Souljah moment – the question of why it seems important to take a shot at your own side. And this gets into larger questions of the leftist circular firing squad that feel meaty and worth exploring. Why do we do this? Should we stop? The answer to that last question “not entirely,” of course, and that in turn circles to the question “OK, so why are TERFs on the wrong side of that line, and what does that tell us about the line?”

But there are also a lot of questions about paranoia and conspiracy theories that feed in with the rest of the book. One of the central metaphors will, as I’ve said, be Janice Raymond’s book The Transsexual Empire, which has always stood out to me as an utterly bonkers metaphor, ascribing the staggering amount of power implied by “empire” to one of the most brutally downtrodden populations imaginable. And in a manner consistent with the sort of barmy thought of, say, the Austrian School or David Icke, this sort of frenzied tautology that erases all other concerns no matter how reasonable. 

I’m also interested in what TERFs reveal about the history of feminism and social justice – the extent to which it’s a phenomenon of the second wave (which I deal with a bit in A Golden Thread, actually), and reveals the way in which leftist “progress” actually works in a way that’s rather more intelligent than Moldbug’s dumb-ass “Cthulhu always swims left” nonsense. This’ll also involve looking at the hijacking of Stonewall and the way in which a sequential narrative whereby gay rights preceded trans rights was constructed in the first place, and end up looking at the way in which a largely silenced trans history existed and has finally started to reassert itself, including how the fight for survival against TERFs prefigured the wider civil rights fight. …

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DC Universe Rebirth #1

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DC Universe Rebirth #1 Review That Isn’t Just a Poop Emoji

This seems almost entirely unnecessary, but of course, that’s still more necessary than this. I’d say “never mind the appallingly stupid incorporation of Watchmen,” but of course, I really can’t do that. Suffice it to say that Johns demonstrates absolutely zero understanding of Watchmen or of Doctor Manhattan, that the characters teased elsewhere to be Watchmen-related look like utterly stupid and banal twists, and that this entire farrago appears motivated out of nothing so much as sheer and utter contempt for the best writer DC has ever or will ever have. On top of that, the issue is a confused muddle of plot teases, most of them fairly incoherent to me as someone who’s dropped most of his DC books over the course of the New 52 experiment that this book not only brings an end to but attempts to loudly reject. I don’t know these people. Two-panel cameos don’t make me care. Johns can stamp his feet all he wants about legacy, but the only legacy this confirms is DC’s long history of screwing over its actual creators and its long-term health in favor of making a quick buck now. Really, 💩  summed it up nicely.

Batgirl #52

It’s probably not possible for me to actually like a DC book this week, and there’s more here than I’m inclined to give it credit for, but it’s still a weak and unsatisfying finish to the Fletcher-Stewart-Tarr era, two issues after the real finish, and without much more to say than “well wasn’t this lovely.” I still love this cast and style. I hope the next Batgirl run is fun like this was. I might even buy an issue of it. 

Cry Havoc #5

Still seems like it could be a great book, but I’m going to have to revisit it after the first arc at this point. Still, it’s doing better than a lot of comics in that sort of position do, in that I more or less understand what’s going on at this point. It’s just that I’ve next to no idea how the pieces quite fit together, and I’m sure there’s a bevy of implications I’ve completely missed. So yes – looking forward to rereading this, but may well switch to trades soon. 

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl #8

I am thankfully capable of enjoying Marvel this week through the clever trick of not buying Captain America. (Which one assumes is rather more of a feint/trick than Rebirth anyway.) The dating montage in this is all that the bottom-page captions promised. Past that, a typically entertaining and clever issue of one of Marvel’s most entertaining and clever books. With lots of other good jokes about dating. 

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #7

Yet another super-fun issue of the sort of Marvel book I’m actually enjoying these days. The decision to hold off on revealing Lunella’s Inhuman powers is good, Captain Kree is an endearing twerp of a villain, the art is pretty, and there is regularly a dinosaur.…

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Eruditorum Press is thoroughly ecstatic to announce that we have been joined by Josh Marsfelder, who will be publishing the continuing adventures of his blog Vaka Rangi with us every Wednesday morning, starting in about sixty seconds. Vaka Rangi, his sprawling personal memoir and critical history of the Star Trek franchise. So far he’s made it through the whole of the Original Series and The Next Generation, as well as the first season of Deep Space Nine, along with the entirety of the anime Dirty Pair, because Vaka Rangi is that sort of blog, which is to say an awesome one, and all of that is available in our archives for your reading pleasure, so basically I hope you didn’t have any other work to do this week. 

The obvious point of comparison for Vaka Rangi, and I’m sure Josh won’t mind my pointing it out, is TARDIS Eruditorum, and certainly anyone familiar with my Doctor Who work will find many similarities in Josh’s approach. But where TARDIS Eruditorum‘s default position was that Doctor Who was basically a good thing, Josh’s relationship with Star Trek much more wonderfully fraught, full of frustrated utopias and half-memories of a show that was never quite the one that was on television. It is, for my money, some of the smartest critical writing on television out there right now, puncturing many of the myths surrounding Star Trek and exploring what it could and should have been.

We are absolutely thrilled to have him here, and look forward to bringing you the latter portions of his epic journey to the stars. And stay tuned, because we’ve got another fantastic announcement to roll out in the next couple of weeks. Until then, ladies and gentlemen, Vaka Rangi.…

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A bevy of Neoreaction a Basilisk stuff as we head into the final week of the Kickstarter. First, I’m joined by our very own Jane Campbell for the fourth of our interview podcasts, this one, as you’d expect, really digging into the gnostic and mystical aspects of the book. It’s a hoot, and available for your listening pleasure here.

Second, as the big image indicates, it’s finally time to do our cover reveal. There was really only one choice for what to do with this, between the fact that my title is a riff on Blake’s, and Blake’s title page literally had a giant fucking snake on it. This’ll be the cover for both Color and Conspiracy Zine editions. 

Finally, I figured I’d do the “here’s what you have to look forward to” on the remaining thresholds if we can make them. Which I remain optimistic that we can, but it’ll need some momentum in the final week, so here we go.

$11,000: All Backers Get An Ebook of the Extra Essays

Dead obvious, and probably the best actual stretch of the bunch. Basically, everyone’s pledge immediately becomes more valuable as they get two books, the listed reward and a nice ebook collection of the backing essays, currently consisting of “The Blind All-Seeing Eye of Gamergate” (at about 4.5k now, and coming along really well), “Theses on Trump” (2.5k now, and getting stranger), the Austrian school essay Jack and I will do, and “Lizard People, Dear Reader.” If we hit the $12k or $14k goals, it’ll include those too. It’ll also include a short essay that will be 100% exclusive to this ebook addressing an error in the book that so far Tom Ewing has been the only person to spot. (There are of course errors spotted by people other than Tom Ewing, but most of those are easily fixed – this one’s actually quite small, but also very hard to work around.) 

$12,000: TERFs Essay

I was a little sad Lizard People beat this in the Twitter poll, partially because I had a firmer idea of this, but partially because I feel like I’m badly overdue for a proper, meaty piece about trans issues. And the larger Neoreaction a Basilisk book really does need something that’s overtly focused on something other than white male issues. And while I really should pick race instead of gender for something big one of these days, this feels like the right essay to go into it. There are some important points from Neoreaction a Basilisk that I can pick up on with this. And there are some larger theoretical issues worth squaring away, whether it be the rhetorical and intellectual function of the “Sister Souljah Moment” or the larger question of what the left’s appallingly bad actors mean for its critiques of the right. Also, I get to riff extendedly on the image of “the transsexual empire,” as Janice Raymond famously called it, which is such a bizarre overreach of a metaphor, and yet one that ultimately has been picked up on by the right in discussions of bathroom bills.…

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It’s no good – you turn it on, and the TV just goes black. Fiddle the cables, fiddle the cartridge, blow on it to your heart’s content. The system’s shot.

You’re just going to have to go back to the NES.…

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Let’s start with the ending, simply because it’s shocking in such an unusual way for Game of Thrones – the death of what is by literally any standard a minor character elevated to a point of unparalleled cruelty. Bran’s warging into Hodor has always been presented as a slightly upsetting thing – using him to kill Locke in Season Four is a particularly striking example. But here it is used, in effect, to order him to his death. And this is in turn presented, in a fucked up invocation of Moffatian time-wime, as the origin story for the character – an order that gave a perfectly innocent young boy a traumatic brain injury. Which we are then forced to linger on at extensive length so that what is basically a pun can be unfolded in all its horror.

A claim that’s been echoing in my head the last few weeks is that the most interesting thing about Game of Thrones is that it’s a liberal apologia for feudalism that thinks it’s doing a materialist critique of history. (Only with tits and dragons.) Which isn’t the whole truth, but is at least something I haven’t managed to figure out how to write about yet. And I mention it only because it’s essential to this ending, which is after all only a season-midpoint – a still lowballed gambit in the structure of escalating set pieces that defines the latter portions of a Game of Thrones season. It is, in other words, our authorized moment of reflection on the cruelty of aristocracy. Bran is literally one of the magic important people, and so Willis has to go to his awful death for him. The cruelty of this is milked, the credits roll, we move on to speculating about next week.

And yet it is constructed at such meticulous length – the “everything is going very badly now” structure of “Hardholme” accelerated into a ten-minute scene, with a neatly timed progression of deaths that starts at “fucking hell another wolf” and ends at climactic revelation. It is allowed to have the full weight of what Game of Thrones does well, including its most tits and dragons instincts. They’re determined enough to earn that final scene that they dispose of “the origin of the White Walkers” in a daft little two minute scene early on just to set it up. (The “Inside the Episode” featurette has them speaking in awed tones about learning the twist from Martin, going out of its way to spoil the books in doing so.) In much the same way that the show was deliberate in starting slow, it is deliberate in letting the full perversity of this moment play out. And the result is genuinely interesting. We’re getting to the point in Game of Thrones where it has to finally start resolving its moral ambiguities, or at least where its statements on them begin to feel definitive. This scene – in all its cruelties and resonances, is a compelling one. If I had to award Dramatic Presentation (Short Form) for 2016 today, “The Door” would probably be my pick, largely on the back of that scene.…

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