S. M. Carroll

@smcarroll.bsky.social

Academic Blue Sky for Siobhan Maria Carroll. Victorian Studies, Romantism, 18C Studies, Science Fiction, Environmental Humanities. Short reviews of things I love and occasional gardening complaints.

Two must-buys. My thoughts on the Ha are handily packaged into the book itself, but I went on at length online about how the weird presents itself in TBWFOTY: strangehorizons.com/wordpress/no...

The Brackish Pool: Towards a Critical Practice of Reading Weird Fiction

The ideal reader of the weird has to embrace a kind of wilful suspension of foreknowledge or generic expectation.

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Undertow Publications 🇨🇦@undertow.bsky.social · last mo.

Completely stunned. @thomasha.bsky.social's Uncertain Sons is a World Fantasy Award finalist in Collection, and Long Fiction. Best Weird Fiction of the Year, Vol. 1 is a finalist in Anthology, and Jocelyn Szczepaniak-Gillece's St. Dymphna’s School for Borderland Girls is a finalist! bit.ly/4fS9xoP

Is this a good time to mention that in college my History of Translation lecturer (Michael Cronin) told us that one of the first vernacular translations of The Illiad was into Irish, and the translator had to give the main characters dogs because in Gaelic society a free man had a dog

This is when I sat down and began paying attention. I love this kind of incisive, thoughtful analysis! "not unlike actual class systems—there are, within both literary and genre fiction, minute and fine-grained distinctions that are sometimes only legible to insiders"

Abigail Nussbaum@abigailnussbaum.bsky.social · 2mo ago

I was excited when a genre novel won the Pulitzer prizer for fiction, but Angel Down was a big disappointment. At @strangehorizons.bsky.social, I talk about the subdivisions of genre and litfic, and how (and whether) to mix the real horror of WWI with fantasy. strangehorizons.com/wordpress/no...

Happy 283rd birthday, Anna Letitia Barbauld! Here, from 1795, is her at once funny, domestic, and sublime poem "Inscription for an Ice-House," offered in honour of her day, and also as a reminder to my UK friends who are anticipating a heat wave. Do consider putting ice in your drinks please!

Inscription for an Ice-House
Stranger, approach! within this iron door
Thrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneath
That vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confined
By man, the great magician, who controuls
Fire, earth and air, and genii of the storm,
And bends the most remote and opposite things
To do him service and perform his will,—
A giant sits; stern Winter; here he piles,
While summer glows around, and southern gales
Dissolve the fainting world, his treasured snows
Within the rugged cave.—Stranger, approach!
He will not cramp thy limbs with sudden age,
Nor wither with his touch the coyest flower
That decks thy scented hair. Indignant here,
Like fettered Sampson when his might was spent
In puny feats to glad the festive halls
Of Gaza's wealthy sons; or he who sat
Midst laughing girls submiss, and patient twirled
The slender spindle in his sinewy grasp;
The rugged power, fair Pleasure's minister,
Exerts his art to deck the genial board;
Congeals the melting peach, the nectarine smooth,
Burnished and glowing from the sunny wall:
Darts sudden frost into the crimson veins
Of the moist berry; moulds the sugared hail:
Cools with his icy breath our flowing cups;
Or gives to the fresh dairy's nectared bowls
A quicker zest. Sullen he plies his task,
And on his shaking fingers counts the weeks
Of lingering Summer, mindful of his hour
To rush in whirlwinds forth, and rule the year.Bild

This might be one of the most insane scandals in game history When Pokemon Go players scan PokeStops, theyve been unknowingly building a detailed visual model of the world which is being sold to a military contractor to build a no-GPS positioning for the new generation of unmanned killing machines

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That anecdote about how Tom Holland did The Odyssey and immediately showed up on the Spider-Man set going "what if we had a script?" like a kid coming home from his first semester talking about Marxism is still killing me

I’m marking undergraduate creative writing at the moment, so reading the supposedly AI story ‘The Serpent in the Grove’ was a familiar experience. I've been reading it, in their work, all week. It makes you despair, but it's also fascinating for what it tells us about literary fiction as a genre.

I don’t know what to tell you, man. I’m a medieval historian, and, in my field, if you don’t check your sources (and your sources’ sources) you are just asking to be taken for a ride by some bored 19th C. aristocratic English antiquarian with a penchant for inventing history.

This is a terrific thread from workwear guy on why anger at the Met Gala is misplaced, rooted in how fashion is seen and coded as consumable rather than art, frivolous rather than serious, and a feminine rather than masculine pursuit. The gala supports a nonprofit arts institution, not "the rich."

derek guy@dieworkwear.bsky.social · 4mo ago

Pierre Bourdieu once argued that the question of whether something is art isn't answered by the artist's intention or even the object itself. Instead, the quality of being "art" is conferred by a community — curators, dealers, auction houses, audiences, etc. 🧵

Someone on Threads writes: "The Met Gala feels like real dystopian shit.

People can’t afford groceries or gas. But we’re going to celebrate this event which is nothing more than wealth porn."