Dogs and Smurfs; Why women writers and stories about women are taken less seriously, by Max Barry

Then you’ve got Smurf books. Not actual Smurfs. I mean stories where there are five major characters, and one is brave and one is smart and one is grumpy and one keeps rats for pets and one is a girl. Smurfs, right? Because there was Handy Smurf and Chef Smurf and Dopey Smurf and Painter Smurf and ninety-four other male Smurfs and Smurfette. Smurfette’s unique personality trait was femaleness. That was the thing she did better than anyone else. Be a girl.

Read it.

via Martha Wells’ blog

I’ve read most of the YA short stories in the summer version of Subterranean Press

But most of my favorite bloggers/authors seem to be on vacation and I’m at a loss


Poetry I Like

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry, almost to the exclusion of anything else, which is not exactly convenient for my work commute. This morning I read The Rain, by Robert Creeley. I can’t say I really understand this poem, but these lines were like a punch in the gut:

What am I to myself
That must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often?