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WisCon 38

MoxieNot going to do a full con report this year, but I attended WisCon38 and had a generally lovely time. I got to see Karen, Pär, and Jeremiah, all of whom I’m going to miss terribly when I move away from Iowa City and can no longer easily visit. I roomed with Keffy Kehrli and Sunny Moraine, and also spent time with Ted Chiang, Marica Glover, Jen Volant, Meghan McCarron, David Schwartz, David Moles, Ben Rosenbaum, Will Alexander, Genevieve Valentine, Valya Lupescu, Nancy Hightower, Alice Kim, Liz Gorinsky, Richard Butner, Barb Gilly, Marco Palmieri, Greg Bechtel, and a bunch of my friends from the Clarion 2012 class.

The most notable thing for me this year was that I had my first reading at the con. Gwenda Bond and Christopher Rowe had to cancel their attendance at the last minute, and I got to take one of their places in at the Death-defying Feats of Moxie reading. I read the first three sections of my novella “The New Mother,” and got an enthusiastic reception. Hopefully by next WisCon it will be published.

Two Tweeks in Review

I was at WisCon this weekend, so didn’t do my normal roundup of favorited tweets last friday. Here’s two weeks worth instead.


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Thoughts on Trigger Warnings in the College Classroom

The Associated Student Senate of UCSB passed a proposal to require professors to issue trigger warnings on classroom materials. Today, twitter has been fairly active with discussion both for and against such a practice. I’d like to share an anecdote that informs my feelings on the subject.

In 2013 I taught a course for the University of Iowa on writing fantasy short stories. One of the stories I assigned was Karen Joy Fowler’s award-winning  story “The Pelican Bar,” which is about a teenage girl forcibly sent to an abusive boarding school in the Caribbean. I assigned the story to spark discussion of the boundaries of the fantasy genre, as the story is structured like a portal fantasy, but contains no definitively speculative element. It’s a fascinating story that reads differently depending on the reader’s own familiarity with fantasy fiction. But, as it happens, boarding schools like the one in the story actually exist. I knew that when I assigned it, but as that wasn’t relevant to my pedagogical purpose it never occurred to me to mention that information to my class. So I was shocked when I received an email from a student which read, “I am incapable of writing any sort of response, or participating in any discussion, concerning Fowler’s ‘The Pelican Bar.’ May I please have a replacement assignment?”

When I read the email I felt sick to my stomach with guilt. I immediately gave the student an alternate assignment, permission to leave the room during discussion, and offered to meet if desired. In our discussion the student let me know that that their past experiences were too close to those depicted in the story to be able to engage with it critically. The student didn’t use the words “trigger” or “PTSD,” but described feelings of panic while reading, the sensation of a “mind racing,” having a “hyper-emotional, fight or flight” response. It was obvious to me that triggering was exactly what had occurred.

I stand by “The Pelican Bar” as an excellent story, and the pedagogical purpose to which I put it as a justifiable one. But if I were to teach it again, I would absolutely offer a trigger warning first. The purpose of my classes isn’t to shock my students or force them to confront/get over their own pasts, it’s to create an environment where the students can engage with the ideas I believe are necessary to learn the subject. If my curriculum has built-in barriers to such engagement, then I’m not doing my job.

The only concern I might have with a proposal like the one at UCSB is the possibility for abuse by the students. But it seems to me that this would be easily preventable. If I, as a professor, offer trigger information, it is then the students’ responsibility to communicate with me in a timely fashion about about their mental health needs so we can work together to accommodate them while still pursuing the goals of the course. Professors already do this in universities all over the country for things like giving extra time on exams to students with ADD diagnoses, or making participation accommodations for students with social anxiety disorders. Sometimes it’s just between the professor and the student, and sometimes it’s in conjunction with the university counseling office. But in either case, this is already part of the professor’s job description. I don’t see why trigger warnings are any different. It’s just an expansion of the number of mental health considerations we’re accommodating. That’s a good thing.

EDIT: Further discussion of this issue here.

Tweek In Review


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The Gears Grind Slow

During the lead up to the Iraq war, one of the proposals that was briefly in the air was to reinstate the draft. I was 19 years old at the time, prone to expressing my views via images posted to Delphi message boards. An artifact capturing my feelings from the era:
selectiveservice
Of course, the draft didn’t get reinstated. We managed to wage two simultaneous wars by extending service commitments over and over and over instead. But things did get far enough that the Selective Service system set up a website soliciting volunteers to serve on regional draft boards. I submitted my name, on the theory that a bureaucracy was unlikely to cannibalize itself by sending its administrators overseas. I never head back.

Until now. Today, fully a decade later, I received this.

Mr. Fischer,

It has been a while since your Selective Service System internet inquiry; however, please let me know if you are still interested in being appointed as a potential board member.

I’ve attached the board member information booklet and application for your convenience.

Thanks,
[contact info for a Major in the armed forces]

There’s a temptation to wonder why, exactly, the Selective Service system is revisiting those ancient applications now. But, no longer being prime draft age and having no children, I’m content to believe that this is simply the actual pace of data processing behind the scenes of government. As it’s mildly amazing that I still have access to my email account from ten years ago, I wonder how many of these appeals are falling in the empty forests of abandoned AOL and MSN accounts.

UPDATE: I went ahead and called the guy just to chat with him and ask what led him to get in touch with me now. He said he’s only recently started on the job and doesn’t think the internet inquiries were ever actually processed until now. But he’s trying to fill a lot of vacancies in the Southwest region (“The people currently on the boards are generally elderly”), and figured taking a few days to try and get in touch with people who had once expressed interest was better than shooting in the dark. He did confirm that a large number of the email addresses aren’t good anymore. “When I see an @peoplepc.net address, I’m not real confident.” He was also good-humored about my telling him that I only ever inquired in the first place as a way of avoiding the draft.

Mistakes Were Made

There I was, having a nice evening in, watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, impulsively shaving my beard into a goatee, and thinking it was time to give myself my biweekly injection of monoclonal antibodies. Things went somewhat awry.

I don’t do medical misadventure by half measures.

Tweek In Review

My favstarred tweets for this past week. As long as the Spurs are in the NBA Playoffs, these are likely to be basketball-heavy.


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My Last Class as a Professor of Science Fiction

So it came to pass that my time as a professor of science fiction writing for the University of Iowa ended. Today my students had their final workshop of the semester. And, as I’ve done three times before, I sent them into the future with a companion. Here is my last class, robots at the ready.

Writing and Reading Science Fiction, University of Iowa, Spring 2014

Writing and Reading Science Fiction, University of Iowa, Spring 2014

When I arrived at Iowa for graduate school it was with an appointment in the Rhetoric department. At the time it was unclear if I was ever going to get to teach fiction, let alone genre fiction, which had never been a dedicated course here before. But I was fortunate enough my second year to get a fellowship that came with two semesters of Fiction Writing. I did one as a science fiction course and one as a fantasy course, and the response was overwhelmingly positive. So much so that the University accepted my proposal for a science fiction writing class based on the curriculum I’d designed, and the Writers’ Workshop hired me to teach it. It’s been a wonderful, rewarding two years of sharing my passions with engaged and eager students. Even at my lowest during these years I always enjoyed going to teach my classes. I’m ready to move on, but I’m really going to miss doing this.

Fortunately for the students of the University of Iowa, the class isn’t going away. It has been so successful that the Writers’ Workshop is keeping it around for next year. It will be taught by Van Choojitarom, a brilliant science fiction writer and friend, who would have been my own choice to take over for me if I’d had a say. I’ve shared all my materials with him, and know that he’ll bring the same enthusiasm to the course that I did. I also know that he’ll find ways to make it inimitably his own, and that the students will be better off for it.  While many of the specialty writing courses in the catalogue are just jobs for their instructors,  Writing and Reading Science Fiction, for another year at least, will continue to be a labor of love.

It’s a point of great pride that I’ve been able to create something here that will last after I’m gone. I’m very grateful to the Writers’ Workshop and the University of Iowa for believing in me enough to give me the chance to try.

My Father’s New Shower Does NOT Scare Me

I’m on my way home from my family visit now, but before I left I got to try my dad’s new shower, which was completed while I was in town. Since I was skeptical of another piece of the bathroom remodel, and since my expression of that skepticism got more single-day visits than anything else I’ve ever posted, it seems only fair to admit that I like this bit. I like this bit a lot.
NewShower

It’s all glass and granite (though my father, trained as a geologist, says the grain size makes it more properly a pegmatite), with a thermostatic temperature control and adjustable pressure controls of all of the five sprayers. There’s the shower head mounted in the normal place and pointing down, the hand sprayer on a hose, and then there’s a vertical column of three adjustable sprayer heads that my parents claim are for rinsing off. I don’t know that they seemed more effective for this purpose than the more common fixtures were, but turning them all on is like being in a carwash. It’s a lot of fun, of a kind that it feels mildly incongruous to experience indoors. I’m not used to being hit inside a house by water spraying sideways and not having a mess to clean up afterward. Such is the magic of the pegmatite shower.

Also… okay. While I’m confessing things: I tried the scary toilet. It’s honestly pretty cool. Actually it might be really great. And I swear I’m not just saying that because it held me down and put a small device inside me that will end my life if I don’t accede to the toilet wishes that now burble constantly just below my volitional mind, promising to swallow me, swallow you, drown us all beneath a swirling surge of hygienic fury in pursuit of a perfected, sanitary world. That has absolutely nothing to do with it. It’s just a really clever product, is all.

Tweek in Review

My favstarred tweets this week


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