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IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?

2009-12-14T19:22:16Z

I'm pleased to publicize the table of contents of a coming anthology, edited by Marty Halpern and Nick Gevers: IS ANYBODY OUT THERE? Its theme is the Fermi Paradox (if aliens are out there, why haven't we heard from them?) I'm thrilled to be in such great company!

(stories are in alphabetical order, by author)

Paul McAuley, “Introduction: Here Comes Everyone”

Michael Arsenault, “Residue”

Pat Cadigan, “The Taste of Night”

Paul Di Filippo, “Galaxy of Mirrors”

Sheila Finch, “Where Two or Three”

Matthew Hughes, “Timmy, Come Home”

Alex Irvine, “The Word He Was Looking for Was Hello”

Jay Lake, “Permanent Fatal Errors”

David Langford, “Graffiti in the Library of Babel”

Yves Meynard, “Good News from Antares”

James Morrow, “The Vampires of Paradox”

Mike Resnick & Lezli Robyn, “Report From the Field”

Kristine Kathryn Rusch, “The Dark Man”

Felicity Shoulders & Leslie What, “Rare Earth”

Ray Vukcevich, “One Big Monkey”

Ian Watson, “A Waterfall of Lights”

IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?

2009-12-01T17:52:12Z

I came home from LosCon to good news. My story, "Where Two or Three," has been accepted for the anthology IS ANYBODY OUT THERE, coming out from Daw next year. Marty Halpern is the editor of this collection of new stories dealing with the Fermi Paradox -- if they're out there, why haven't we heard from them?

My story suggests that maybe we're going about listening in the wrong way.

GUEST BLOG UP ON NEBULA AWARDS SITE

2009-09-08T17:16:37Z

This is a review of District 9:

http://www.nebulaawards.com/index.php/guest_blogs/district_9_review_we_have_met_the_alien_and_he_is_us/

HINDSIGHT

2009-07-30T06:44:24Z

I wish somebody had warned me, when I wrote the first lingster story, that I had just set out to create a whole series of tales about communicating with aliens, my own universe, let alone an entire Guild of Xenolinguists with all its rules and precepts. I might have taken the endeavor more seriously right from the start instead of having to make it fit as I went along, with too many occasions where I found myself thinking, Oh no! I didn’t say that in a previous story, did I? How on earth am I going to get around it?

The novel that came to be called Triad (1986) started as notes on South African native cultures that quickly morphed into notes about an alien one. I was at UCLA for a quarter on a fellowship, studying South African literature, crafts and (dabbling in) language. It wasn’t the first novel that I’d written (actually it was the fifth – or sixth if we count a perfectly ghastly one that eventually went into the trash can) but it was published as my second. But somewhere in the writing the word xenolinguist appeared, and a Guild that trained them. The author hardly noticed.

“Babel Interface” was supposed to be a one-off story about alien communication (which I’d been convinced for many years wasn’t going to be as easy as Star Trek portrayed it). It’s a story whose birth pangs I don’t even remember – that’s how casually I dropped in details about the “Guild” back on Earth that Tomas worked for, or the fact that such communicators were called “lingsters,” or the field pack of interface drugs they relied on. But there they were.

I didn’t sell that story right away (several editors disliked it thoroughly), and I went on to write other stories. Meanwhile, I continued reading books about language, a major passion of mine. And somewhere along the line I started wondering what Whorf and Chomsky, Pinker – and all the other linguistic scholars whose books I bought as soon as they were published – might have to say about talking to aliens. I began noodling around with an article on how we might eventually approach the problem. I’m not even certain that I took the matter too seriously even then, judging from the title: “Berlitz in Outer Space.” But I had fun dreaming up the first class in Xenolinguistics 101.

An editor finally bought “Babel,” and wanted to see “Berlitz” too. He finally printed both in the same edition of Amazing Stories in 1988. But even then I didn’t seem to understand the trap I’d laid for myself. “A World Waiting” was under construction about that time, and I was thoroughly distracted by the marvelous experience I’d just had of hearing my unborn granddaughter’s heart beat and seeing her ultrasound picture which I knew was going into the story somehow. Then one morning I realized that my lingster (the term had stuck) was dragging her luggage into a tent and that the luggage had a logo on it – and the Guild of Xenolinguists finally made it into the author’s consciousness.

The rest is history, or maybe bibliography. There are now two novels and eleven stories about the lingsters, not to mention a couple of borderline stories where the lingsters themselves never appear.

What would I have done differently if somebody had warned me at the beginning what I was doing? Well, for one thing I wouldn’t have founded the Mother House of the Guild in Geneva. I had to do some hand-waving in “First Was the Word,” last written but first in the timeline, to explain that. And, if the reader notices, Triad is apparently set in a female-dominated world which had to be conveniently ignored in later stories. The role of Artificial Intelligence changed over the years too, from Earth’s warm and fuzzy CenCom to the Venatixi AI that acknowledges no loyalties. Little details like that. About midway through, I stopped and wrote myself a “bible” of the Guild and its teachings; I wish I’d had it from the beginning.

So do I now know all there is to know about the Guild and the lingsters? Heavens no! At least, not consciously. I’m currently working on a longer story – maybe a novella – set at the very end of the cycle, and I’m constantly surprising myself with things my unconscious mind apparently knew that I didn’t. Such as why Humans and Venatixi fought a war in “Out of the Mouths,” or who the Sagittans were whose presence Gia experienced in Triad.

Maybe I had to hide the fact I was creating a series from myself in order not to scare myself off from writing?

UHURA ANNOUNCES SHE'S A XENOLINGUIST

2009-05-14T23:03:12Z

If you haven't seen it yet, do so this weekend. The new STAR TREK movie is well worth seeing. The young actors are excellent in their roles, not obviously trying to ape the mannerisms of the original cast but managing to suggest them in subtle ways. We get explanations for all manner of puzzling things in the series -- such as why Kirk calls Dr McCoy "Bones" (not as a nod to the old slang term for doctor: sawbones). The special effects are gorgeous. The plot is exciting. And we have the added pleasure of an appearance by Leonard Nimoy as the later Spock, courtesy of some handwaving rubbery science for which I willingly suspended my disbelief.

But for me the best part was when Uhura declared herself a "xenolinguist" and defined "xenolinguistics!" Since I first coined that term back in a story and an article on alien communication in AMAZING back in 1988 (the online Oxford dictionary of sf terms confirms this), I was quite delighted to have Paramount give it its blessing! Take that, NASA -- which has been playing with the prefix "exo."

A CASE OF VATICAN CONSCIENCE

2008-05-13T22:14:21Z

An article appearing in today's Osservatore Romano, quotes the Reverend Jose Gabriel Funes, Jesuit Director of the Vatican Observatory, as saying that the Pope feels it doesn't conflict with Roman Catholic doctrine to believe in alien life forms elsewhere in the universe. Ruling them out, Father Funes says, is to put limits on God's creative freedom.

Well. I'm glad that's settled.

That leaves the Vatican with the problem of whether or not aliens, when we meet them, will turn out to have experienced the Fall, for which I refer His Holiness to the scholarly work of one James Blish.

NEWS FLASH! LINGSTERS LIVE IN BEVERLY HILLS!

2007-09-29T22:23:02Z

Next month, some of the stories from my new collection will be presented in dramatic readings by professional actors. This is exciting for me, but has led to a minor embarrassment which I'll share. Sally Shore who is responsible for bringing all this together, has been phoning me to check on the proper pronunciation of alien names I've used, to make certain the actors get it right. I spent a lot of time making up these names, taking care they were consistent with what I'd invented of the alien languages concerned, even though most of that work doesn't appear in the stories.

But that was several years ago in some cases, and to be quite honest, I've forgotten how to pronounce a few of the names myself! So I told Sally to let the actors make a a good faith attempt and I'll be happy. I doubt the audience will know the difference anyway.

Here's the flyer for the event:

The New Short Fiction Series™

presents

The Guild of Xenolinguists

by Sheila Finch

book launch event in cooperation with Golden Gryphon Press

with

Abby Hencman, Jessica Hopper, Miri Hunter

and

Sally Shore

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 8:00 p.m.
The Beverly Hills Public Library Auditorium
444 N. Rexford Drive, Beverly Hills
(between Santa Monica Blvd. and Burton Way)
Admission: $10/Free Parking/Doors open 7:30 p.m.
For more information call 310-288-2220

sponsored by
The Beverly Hills Public Library and
Community Services Department, City of Beverly Hills

WHEW!

2007-06-18T23:06:47Z

Publisher's Weekly ran a review today of my new collection, The Guild Of Xenolinguists (out next month). I can't afford a subscription, but my editor just sent me the review. I'm not kidding when I say I was stressing this one so badly I hesitated to open the email when I saw the subject line.

But PW gave it a very nice write-up so I can breathe easily again -- and resume the stressing over the sick dog and not the writing.

If you'd like to read it, here's the link:

http://reviews.publishersweekly.com/bd.aspx?isbn=19308464878&pub=pw