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Releasing July 30: Lost Station Circé

It's happened. It's here. After a nerve-wracking wait, I have a date.  Lost Station Circé , the second entry in my Cluster Cycle ser...

Sunday 22 September 2024

Recommendation - Our Child of the Stars/Our Child of Two Worlds

 This isn't going to be a full review. Just a brief opinion piece. I'm already pretty busy today, as I'm partaking in a reading session and a panel at today's Rainbow Space Magic Convention (please if you can register and catch today's events, starting from 17:00 GMT/9:00 PST/12:00 EST). So allow me to recommend two sci-fi novels written in a classic yet accessible style, from someone I only recently met but thoroughly appreciate having met and known. The duology Our Child of the Stars and Our Child of Two Worlds.

The author is Stephen Cox, and these are his debut works. Our Child of the Stars and Our Child of Two Worlds are set in 1969, a time of great social, political, and scientific change. Molly and Gene Myers are in the midst of a struggling marriage, not having the ability to have children, when a child literally falls into their town from above. An alien child whom they love and care for as their own. The story, spanning two books, follows the Myers and their adopted child Cory as they face prejudice, paranoia, and eventually the very real possibility that Cory's people would come to find him.

I don't want to say much more about this duology. If there is another book that turns it into a trilogy, so be it. But in my opinion, it doesn't need a third. It is a tightly-written duology that tackles social and personal issues that are as real now as they were in 1969. The irony is that the first book Our Child of the Stars wasn't meant to be Cox's breakout, but it has ended up being so. Do give them a read. As someone who started with the second book Our Child of Two Worlds, I can say you can jump in with either, although there's bound to be more satisfaction knowing what came before.

Please follow Stephen on his socials, and visit his website which houses pages for these two works.

Sunday 1 September 2024

What happened, what will happen

Hello, everyone. Happy September. So...why the title? Truth be told, I had something more "meaty" written up, but I felt like this week was better for an overall update on the world of Thomas Wrightson, new author and anxious person.

This is pretty much an update, since things are going to be happening over the next several months and I've been VERY busy one way and another. It's not exactly an update like other posts on this website, but it's something along those lines.

One thing about this year that's been different is that I have been studying with the Open University, taking the first steps in getting myself a BA (Hons) in English Language and Literature. It's been sometimes difficult acclimatising myself to this new part of my life, but it's not something I regret. I've completed the first module out of six, and due to timing the next one starts in late September/early October.

Secondly is the fact that the last several months have been difficult. Last year around the time of my debut book's launch, I had a bit of a mental...episode due to a combination of stress and some very VERY duff tea. A combination of neonicotinoids and mould will do very strange things to one's head. On top of that, and unrelated to the latest spike in COVID, our family was stuck with a conga line of illnesses that meant a lot of things couldn't be done. It means that my recent WIP only got properly started in June, and I wasn't able to get starting on writing anything properly between mid-September 2023 and then.

On a brighter note, I have two things coming up. One of them is BristolCon, obviously. And I shall be taking a mask along, and I advice others to take any and all precautions necessary because the new COVID variants are sneaky. The other is something that hasn't been officially announced yet, so I'll hold off on that for now. But also my second book's launch has come and gone, and while stressful, it wasn't the crumpling at the knees and sobbing kind of stressful the last one was.

Also also, I'm in the process of FINALLY getting myself a passport. It's ideally for a planned trip to the continent, but it opens the doors for me to be able to just...do things if and when I want. The coming few years will likely be busy with my continued writing, continued OU degree pathway, and hopefully continuing to grow both an audience and my network of contacts and those I might hope to call friends.

Also also also, there will be things happening on my Spotify and YouTube channels in relation to my podcast Author Talks. The latter especially, as I'm hoping to do commentary videos on some games, not only just talking but the things an author could conceivably do with a story: talk about it, analyse it, be surprised by it (slightly difficult for me). I'd hoped for it to be Visions of Mana, but that just won't run properly on my machine without looking like a Monet painting before he got his eyesight fixed.

And that's finally it. Everyone take care in these trying times, best wishes to Brazil for going cold turkey on Musk, here's to the next four months of 2024, and...anyone who's going, see you at BristolCon.

What I find disturbing...

 Fair warning, this is going to be pretty introspective, and potentially unsettling.

I recently experienced something that made me want to write this post. It was a Japanese detective visual novel, Emio – The Smiling Man: Famicom Detective Club. The ending, and a final portion detailing some of the backstory related the titular Smiling Man, is--to say the least--extremely disturbing. To dance around explicit spoilers, it's a story with a backdrop that involves familial abuse, childhood trauma, social pressure, self-mutilation, and delusional insanity.

I have a deep fear, pretty much a phobia, of things going wrong with your mind. There's an actual phobia for that, demontophobia: demento, from the Latin meaning to make crazy or deluded, and phobia meaning an unreasoning or abnormal fear. There is some in-family reason for me to have some deep-seated fears, as my late grandmother suffered from dementia during her final years. But my fear, I think, is grounded in something a little more unsettling.

It means that out of the 'horror' stories I've experienced, the ones I find truly unsettling and disturbing aren't Alien or Predator or even in principle The Thing or Event Horizon. The things that disturb me can be found in Child's Play, Se7en, Copycat, Pandorum, that bit from the Doctor Who episode "Fear Her", the Taxi Killer from CSI:NY, the Avengers episode "The Fear Merchants". Disturbed minds, abuse from those who should trust and protect you: not through conscious malice, but through unreasoning rage or outright insanity. You may be wondering why I've put Child's Play and Event Horizon so arbitrarily, since they could both be on either side of the line. But here's the distinction. In Event Horizon, the darkness and disturbed actions are triggered by an external force. In Child's Play, it is one insane killer refusing to die. And in "The Fear Merchants", it's a clique that specialises in using people's fears to trigger mental breakdowns.

There are a couple of instances that actually walk the line between those two extremes. Things like Dead Space, which feature both externally-created madness and inherent disturbed behaviour. Or several Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers and Ngaio Marsh stories which can feature mentally disturbed individuals, but can also feature people driven purely by malice and greed, but are otherwise legally sane. Put it this way: I don't find Lord Edgeware Dies or Unnatural Death disturbing, while I do find Sleeping Murder and Last Ditch disturbing to varying degrees.

It's why I legitimately can't watch things that involve characters in leading roles who show that kind of disturbed behaviour and madness. The worst aspects of people allowed to build into a frenzied extreme. Especially where madness meets malice, since I don't and doubt I never will believe the two are connected. Films like Speak No Evil, which I've only read a summary of out of curiosity and it's given me goose flesh. Or Joker, which I find both disturbing and highly insulting. That's why the story, and especially the background element, deeply unsettled me: it wasn't some supernatural entity doing everything, but one or more disturbed individuals.

There is another reason I feel more acute fear of this than I do of Cronenbergian body horror ala The Fly, or things like Alien or Predator. I have touched the parts of myself that might be capable of that kind of horror. The rage, the unbalanced self, the detaching from reality that makes me need to touch something to make sure it's really there, the emotional see-sawing that can make me a pain to be around. I have anxiety, and alongside that a biochemistry that seems so delicately tuned that anything can upset it drastically if I let it.

Fear is about personal experience. People who have had serious incidents happen to them at sea can develop thalassophobia, people who are trapped in tight spaces can end up with claustrophobia, there are people who suffer from thanatophobia (dread of death), arachnophobia and musophobia are so common as to be used as the butts of jokes as much as serious plot elements in stories. In my case, I think it's definitely a possibility that without my having a clear and present grasp of who I am, I might well fully experience dementophobia.

Media definitely doesn't help. It rarely shows us normal, everyday cases of mental illness that are able to be functional within everyday life and having full lives even with their conditions, but instead focuses on the either documented or theoretical worst case scenarios. Megalomaniacs, extreme and untreated PTSD or mental conditions, serial killers, unbalanced predators, and otherwise disturbed individuals who end up victimising the vulnerable. If it's taken to enough of an extreme, it stops being scary, such as the madness being augmented with theatrical effects or over-the-top demonstrations, but the current vogue is for dirt and dark filters and blood and swearing and the absolute worst opinions of humanity and society.

That leads me onto another part of mental illness in fiction that is only recently getting acknowledged. I don't need medication to manage my conditions, but I could get some (fingers crossed) if needed. The examples seen in media are people who either don't engage with the system, or are failed by it. While this is a truth, it also feeds into a myth that mental illness is some kind of on-off switch, that having some kind of delusion or compulsion means you ABSOLUTELY WILL DO SOMETHING CRIMINAL. That's just absolute bull****. From my own experience, there are good days, in my case mostly good days, but there are also bad days. Admittedly, I'm not severe, but if I were, my anxiety wouldn't be driving me to commit criminal acts. I'd just be a juddering mess barely able to do anything.

So, that was me getting my thoughts out for however long it took you to make your way through this. I know I can write someone disturbed, someone unbalanced or insane, but I know it also costs me an effort. It may seem strange, but it's easier for me to write about genuine malice or an external factor negatively influencing someone's mind than it is to write about something internal. A madness that is within, a capacity for unbalanced behaviour and cruelty that can't be pinned on anyone but yourself.

For me, just as the most moving story isn't about good-versus-evil but people who are so committed to their beliefs that they cannot find common ground, the most disturbing story is the disturbances that come purely from within and--whether through active malice or misunderstanding--turn the world against them and make them a monster.

Also, fair warning, if any of the pieces of media mentioned intrigue you, PLEASE BE CAREFUL! I wasn't joking about how disturbing they could be.