Adam-Troy Castro

Writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Stories About Yams.

 

Your Humble Narrator’s Epic Final Worldcon Schedule

Posted on August 3rd, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

WEDNESDAY

Does “Today’s” Science Fiction Still Inspire the Future? (Participant)
Wednesday, August 17 2016, 2:00 pm
2207 (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Patrick Nielsen Hayden, Michael Swanwick, Cynthia Ward

Literary Beer : Adam-Troy Castro, Kij Johnson (Participant)
Wednesday, August 17 2016, 5:00 pm
Literary Beer space (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Kij Johnson

THURSDAY

Movies and Monsters (Participant)
Thursday, August 18 2016, 10:00 am
2504B (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Scott Edelman, David Boop

The Imaginary Book Club (Participant)
Thursday, August 18 2016, 11:00 am
2502A (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Ms Sumana Harihareswara, Mr. Byron Connell, Mr. Gareth-Michael Skarka

Middle Grade and Young Adult Fiction: What’s the Difference? (Reserved)
Thursday, August 18 2016, 5:00 pm
2208 (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Kathryn Sullivan, Christine Taylor-Butler, Rebecca Moesta, Edward Willett

Creating a World: Fantasy vs. Science Fiction vs. Horror (Participant)
Thursday, August 18 2016, 6:00 pm
2502A (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Ian McDonald, Cait Spivey, Amanda Downum, Kathleen Ann Goonan

FRIDAY

Raising the Stakes in Middle Grade Fiction (Participant)
Friday, August 19 2016, 3:00 pm
2504B (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Sarah Beth Durst, Sage Blackwood

Reading – Adam-Troy Castro
Friday, August 19 2016, 7-7:30 PM
2202 (Kansas City Convention Center)

 

 

 SATURDAY

Magazine Group Reading – Apex (Participant)
Saturday, August 20 2016, 3:00 pm
2504B (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Jason Sizemore, Ms Rachel Swirsky, Jason Sanford, Kate Elliott, Foz Meadows

SUNDAY

Autographing
Sunday 12:00-1 PM
Autographing Space

Kindness in SF/F Literature (Participant)
Sunday, August 21 2016, 3:00 pm
2207 (Kansas City Convention Center)
with Alison Wilgus, Mary Robinette Kowal, Lucy Synk

No, Bill O’Reilly, The White House Slaves Were Not “Well Treated”

Posted on July 27th, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

Bill O’Reilly, that meatloaf-faced patron nudnik of nonstop yelling, wants us to know that the slaves who built the White House were actually paid, well-fed, and humanely housed.

Do we honestly need to do this in 2016? It seems that we need to do this in 2016.

I would like you to posit two slave owners, one “good” and one “bad.” If you can’t picture this for yourself, then maybe you can recall or rent the Steve McQueen movie, 12 YRS A SLAVE, based on the memoirs of Samuel Northrup. That movie, whatever you think of it, did indeed have two slave owners, one relatively humane played in the film by Benedict Cumberbatch, one glowering sadistic monster played by Michael Fassbender.

Now, as slave-owners go, the Benedict Cumberbatch guy is close to being a peach of a guy. Or at least, that is how it is possible for you to interpret the facts, if you don’t look closely. He feeds his slaves well, houses them well, praises them when he thinks they’ve excelled, preaches to them on Sunday. He also has a sadistic thug of an overseer, is too much of a weakling to stand up for Northrup when that overseer dedicates himself to Northrup’s death, and eventually sells Northrup down the river to Fassbender’s monster – all while feeling bad. He also felt goddamned bad about the likelihood that Northrup was a free man stolen away from his family, genuinely tortured himself with it, but, you know, money’s tight, he’s still paying for Samuel, what are you gonna do. So off Samuel goes, to be tortured by the more overt monster for over a decade.

It is possible, I suppose, to feel some sympathy for Cumberbatch’s character, a guy who feels the things a good man does, but will not sacrifice his own resources to act on them.

But, really, screw him. He was still evil, as much as his instincts counseled otherwise. He still owned people. He still held command over their lives. He still thought he could be a kind of father to them, by preaching to them on Sunday. He still belonged to a system that enabled him to sell Samuel Northrup to a brutal monster, when it suited him, and it matters not a whit that he felt badly about it.

Thomas Jefferson is responsible for one splendid gift to the human race, the sentence that begins with “We hold these truths to be self-evident…” The sentence is an absolute good. The life of the slave-owner who wrote it is not. We no longer give Thomas Jefferson a pass on that. Why then would any of us assume, as Bill O’Reilly does, that “they were well-housed,” even if true in some isolated cases, minimizes the damage that was done to these people just by being owned?

Let us assume that the slaves who helped build the White House had humane working conditions.

No. Let us be ridiculous about this. Let us assume that the slaves who built the White House lived in sybaritic luxury. Let us assume that they had luxuriously upholstered condos with Lazyboy sofas and let us assume that we could go back in time and give them Netflix, Jacuzzis, vibrating beds and Keuric coffee machines. Let us say that they had servants of their own who would perform any task for them, no matter how intimate; let us say that they were fed peeled grapes while serenaded by orchestras.

They still lived their lives knowing that AT ANY TIME they could be hauled off in chains, delivered into the power of absolute psychopaths, and sent to hard labor clearing tree stumps from mosquito-ridden swamps. Or whatever else the free market wanted them to do.

They knew this. WE KNOW THIS.

You are not well-treated when you know that you may be plunged into Hell at a whim, every goddamned day of your life.

You are not well-treated when, even being “well-treated,” this remains the central fact of your existence.

And because we know this, people like Bill O’Reilly who think they can slice the living damnation of enslaved people finer and harrumph that, actually, some of them were actually quite well treated…need to be recognized as racist pigs who need to shut up and not open their mouths again for a long, long time.

On Being The Lens Through Which All Reality Is Admitted

Posted on July 26th, 2016 by Adam-Troy Castro

Originally published on Facebook 22 July 2014.

Novelist Bel Kaufman has died. She was 103. She wrote UP THE DOWN STAIRCASE, which, for those of you who haven’t read it, was a powerful tragicomedy about a teacher’s first year in an inner-city school; better than the movie, in that it was a trendsetter in style as well as plot, and told much of its story using the found media of student’s essays, bulletin board notices, and bafflingly illogical administration memos. It is likely incredibly dated today, but is almost certainly still worth reading as a period piece and as an exercise in sheer storytelling bravado. Seriously. Check it out. At its best, the book is the Catch-22 of American Education. She was the grand-daughter of the great Yiddish writer Sholom Aleichem and spent many of her years paying tribute to his legacy.

I read her obituary on Crooks and Liars and made the mistake of allowing my gaze to drift down to the comments, where I spotted and got sucked into reading an exchange like this: (X) is the troll, all other comments are people reacting to him.

This is a paraphrase.

(X): “I’ve heard of UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS, but not this. It amazes me how people create their own reality, talking themselves into believing this woman was famous.”

“Dude, she had the number one best selling novel in the country for sixty-four weeks.”

(X): “Shrug. I never heard of her. She wasn’t anybody important.”

“You’re defining what’s important by whether you heard of it?”

(X): “I see no indication that she was famous.”

“Idiot. She had a major critically acclaimed **number one ** best-seller for wll over a year. It was made into a hit movie. It remained in print for decades. It influenced generations. The title is still a phrase in the English language. What does it take if not that for you to acknowledge her impact?”

(X): “All I say is that you people are making your own reality. If it makes you feel better to say she was famous, then go ahead. All I’m saying is, I am not fooled…”

This sort of reminds me of the time I wandered into a Fort Lauderdale bookstore during a Carl Hiassen appearance. The place was packed. To put images to that word, the entire first floor of the building was wall-to-wall people; folks were stacked four-deep behind the shelving, jostling for a glimpse of the man as he spoke. There were hundreds, simply hundreds. A couple of dozen by the magazines, looking over the shelves at the table where he sat speaking. A guy standing next to me snarled, “Who does this guy think he is? Am I supposed to think he’s famous?” Well, I said, yeah. If all these people are here to see him. “Well, I never heard of him.” That’s not his fault. Maybe all these hundreds of other people paid better attention. “All I’m saying is, it’s a bit of a rip- off to call a guy famous if he’s not.” But, he IS…”So you say. I’m not fooled.”

Circular.

“Well, *I* never heard of him” as expression of the totally closed mind, the worldview trumping fact, ignorance trumping the easily observable reality of a, you know, TOTALLY PACKED ROOM. I almost think this guy was surprised the store didn’t empty out, all the Hiassen fans declaring, “Oh, well, if *this guy over here* never heard of him…”

It’s the declaration that what’s perceived in your own little world is more important than what’s perceived by the world outside you, and it is the trumpet that your ignorance trumps everybody else’s knowledge.

See, what you could have done, Mr. (X), is just acknowledge, “Well, I never heard of her; this is a phenomenon I never encountered; I may or may not choose to investigate it myself, at some later point, but I will refrain from taking a bowel movement on everybody who has heard of her. In the meantime, I will just listen and maybe I will learn.” Too bad that requires you to be something other from a totally self-perpetuating, self-generating ego monster.

As for me, I will do my best to continue avoiding comment sections.

 
 
 

Copyright © 2011 Adam-Troy Castro Designed by Brandy Hauman