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I vacillate, sometimes, on whether it’s easier to do research for science fiction or my rather more comfortable historical fantasy. That may sound odd. Surely, after all, it ought to be easier to learn about events that have already come to pass than those that not only haven’t but in fact may never.
It isn’t. Not exactly. Both, ultimately, run into the same problem: it’s difficult to address gaps in knowledge when we’re not aware that they exist. To write with perfect verisimilitude one would have to know everything–an obviously impossible task. Plan B, essentially, is to be a dab hand with vague abstraction. Observe!
With the first stars in the sky and the palisade’s last stakes firmly in the ground, all that remained was for Legionary Pullo to light the cookfire.
We’re talking about Romans! Gather ’round, and marvel at how accurately we do so. There’s a Roman name in there. There’s reference to the Roman military practice of building forts nightly whilst on the move. Haven’t we done our research? Aren’t we grand?
How is our hypothetical legionary lighting this fire, exactly? We know he doesn’t have a Zippo handy, because history. So, obviously, he must be going at it with flint and steel. Or maybe one of those wooden twirly bits with the bow? What if I told you there’s a half-decent chance that he actually has one of last night’s embers, still glowing, packed with a bit of tinder into a clay jar?
An unimportant detail? In and of itself, certainly. But the trouble with vagary is that it compounds. One may not be able to pin down what precisely is missing from a work that overindulges, but too strong a trust in handwavium leaves a work feeling disconnected from its setting. Conversely, too much detail not only risks overshadowing the dramatic beats, but it exposes all of the things we don’t know to scrutiny. If you’ve ever seen a movie about your profession, and your profession is something other than screenwriter, you’ll know precisely what I mean.
The trouble with historical works is that we’re in some ways more disconnected from the way things were done back in yon halcyon days than we are from the foreseeable future, even taking hypothetical technology into account. For instance, I’d posit that it’s easier to imagine and work through the implications of truly universal connections than it is to truly and genuinely imagine what it would be like to live a life in which vital news like “The Visigoths are attacking!” travels across hundreds of kilometres at the speed of horse. After all, we live in the former reality and no longer the latter. Our networks could stand to work better, certainly, but adapting perfect communication to an insterstellar context seems less of a quantum leap than trying to truly figure out history’s implications.
But that too is an illusion. After all, how do we deal with the fact that light speed is limited? If, by some chance, we do settle multiple solar systems and write about the rocketships that zip between them, won’t we be headed right back to where we started? Data transfer only appears instant because every place on Earth is, in the cosmic sense, directly next to every other. The Space Visigoths will have just as easy a time of it as their terrestrial forebears.
So we do more research, in the hope that we can avoid at least the most obvious errors that might pull somebody out of a story. As is always the case, the more we learn, the more we realize we don’t know. And then, once in a while, we are reminded that science is basically impossible and that it hates us.
To wit: apparently, the current theory on escaping black holes isn’t that it’s impossible because they exert a gravitic force equal to the speed of light, but that it’s impossible because passing the Event Horizon somehow changes … I don’t know, dimensionality or whatever, and makes it so that any path we might choose that leads out actually leads back in again*.
What the hell does that even mean?
*Oh, and also: it’s moot because the cosmic radiation will incinerate you.
I am, as always, a font of surprise and insight.
As I write this, Cialis spam appears to have somehow taken hold of my front page. I have no idea where it is, nor how to get rid of it. Hopefully, by the time you read this, it won’t be an issue any longer.
Meanwhile, Toronto is flooding, because we apparently do that now.
Last time, on Marcinwatch, we blogged.
Since then, here’s what you may have missed:
1) A Big and Secretive Project About Which I’m Playing Coy has now been second-drafted and is making its way into beta reads. Phew. I’m not entirely sure how much work remains to be done or how it’ll be distributed, but it’s writing, it’s more or less hammered out, and I am tired.
2) Pale Queen’s Courtyard is one of the possible candidates for the Underground Book Reviews Summer 2013 reading list. If you’d like to do your friendly neighbourhood Marcin a solid, hie ye hither and toss in a vote. It seems to be organized through facebook, which, to ape Charlie Brooker, “is a bit modern”.
3) If you are unfamiliar with Charlie Brooker, I strongly recommend redressing this injustice.
Want to know how much I love Minecraft? Go visit The Dan O’Brien Project and read a guest post. Dan’s running a Kindle Fire giveaway through his facebook page, so you may wish to poke around his blog.
In other news, I did an interview over at Underground Book Reviews, whose gentleman and scholar says of Pale Queen’s Courtyard: “Combining fact and myth in an entertaining format is a tall order, and it’s easy for an historical fantasy writer to get lost along the way. In Pale Queen’s Courtyard, author Marcin Wrona has no such trouble and delivers a tale to satisfy any fantasy reader. ” Go! Read!
Valentine’s Day (have a happy one, by the by!) is not, perhaps, the most salutary of times for a post about delicious lies, but here we are. I was forwarded a fun infographic, and as I’m fond of the things, I’m passing it on to you. If you’re interested in which gender lies more often, what the most common lie we tell is, and other such sundries, hie thee hither.
A divine storm batters the shutters of Purast, city of outcasts. Her people sleep fitfully, dreaming of coin and the blood that stains it.
Adosha, toothless guardian of a rotted system, dreams of something better: an end to the Seven-fingered Hand, the criminal brotherhood that pulls Purast’s strings. But in a city of open secrets, he must cling to the shadows.
Devesh, a casteless thug, dreams of something better: the respect of a world that would sooner pretend he does not exist. But Purast barters in fear, not kindness, and his path leads down dark alleys.
When the storm ends, both men will set their plans in motion, and uncover the only secret Purast yet hides: the true nature of the Seven-fingered Hand.
The Seven-fingered Hand is now available in Kindle Format at Amazon US and any other Amazon store that carries e-books.
The Seven-fingered Hand has met with some minor delays, owing mostly to the impossibility of getting anything done during the holiday season, and early January has turned to mid-January. Alas.
That said, the book is ready and formatted and awaiting one final touch before it’s good to go, so it won’t be long now!
Also, Happy New Year, and to all a chunk of good luck in keeping to resolutions or to a smug sense of perfection, depending how you swing.
My next book, The Seven-Fingered Hand, should be ready in early January. But until then, a fun side project!
Recently, the excellent work of a cadre of nerds coding games in their spare time has created mods enough to liven up Skyrim for me, and I’ve decided it’d be fun to do a bit of a Let’s Play / mod showcase elsewhere on the internet. The first episode of Dungeons and Draugr – The Lay of Blind Bassus is now up! Read it here.
Below Seri Ambara, the storm has raged for a hundred years.
Above the clouds, on the island of Daya, Surya inherits the title of Chief Cartographer from her hated father.
She must leave behind her home, her sister and her lover, to set sail for far-off Opalescent. There, she expects to lead a boring life charting the already well-charted. But fate has a different path in mind. Surya’s ship is attacked by a creature of legend, unseen for a generation. The sorcerer that fights it off is like no temple monk she’s ever met. And the position of Chief Cartographer is about to become anything but ceremonial.
Somewhere beneath swollen clouds lies the truth behind what happened to her world.
Surya will risk everything to find it.
A Century of Swollen Clouds is available now in Kindle format at Amazon.