Filk song comments - thanks!

Thanks to all those who commented on my filk post! Nice to know this blog is being read, and please do come back. I am a general SF/F fan, but will certainly mention filk now and then. To the person who asked if there was a filk community in Australia - yes, sort of. It tends to happen very informally, late at night at cons, accompanied by hot chocolate, and a few years ago there was a formal filk singing performance at Aussiecon 3, our Worldcon. One of the performers was our wonderful fantasy writer, Dave Luckett. We also have a lot of fine musicians here, who simply go into the foyer at cons and jam. One of them, Anne Poore, a harpist, did a jam session with the De Lints when they were here. Charles De Lint, though, doesn't consider himself a filk singer. It's been years since I had the chance to attend a late-night filk session, though, and I don't know who is composing them. But I still listen to my tapes and sing them in the shower. :-)

Review of White Tiger

I wrote this review for January Magazine, which hasn't published it at this stage. If it turns up in January Magazine, fine. Meanwhile, I present it here. The book is fun and has already been borrowed more than once from my school library, suggesting to me that I was right to think it goes over well with teenagers.


WHITE TIGER By Kylie Chan (Volume 1 of the Dark Heavens trilogy). Published by HarperCollins Australia

Young Australian woman Emma, living and working in Hong Kong, is hired as a nanny for Simone, the adorable small daughter of millionaire John Chen, who is a hunk and kind as well. She doesn’t take long to fall in love with the man she thinks, at first, is a spy. He isn’t a spy. Emma soon finds out that he is, in fact, a Chinese god, personification of the north wind, a god of martial arts, weather and water, whose True Form is a turtle - and that all the visitors to the house are also gods. Chen had married a mortal, Simone’s mother, and been dumb enough to promise his wife that he wouldn’t take True Form, something he has to do regularly or his “batteries” will run down. His wife is dead, but if he takes True Form now he will be stuck in it for years and be unable to protect his child. So he has been getting gradually weaker and every demon in Hell is after him. The Demon King has offered a huge price for his head and the way to get it is through his daughter, by taking her hostage. Chen has a bodyguard for the child, fierce Afro-American Leo, who knows their secret and has some special training in demon-slaying, but it just isn’t going to be enough. Emma loves the child as well as her father. Time for the nanny to get some training in martial arts and demon-slaying...


When I was first discovering Star Trek fandom many years ago, there was only one version, no spin-offs, and it had been cancelled, so we were writing our own. The stories varied from space opera to comedy to romance. A part of the last-mentioned was the sub-genre known as “Mary Sue”.

Mary Sue - whose adventures continue to this day in various science fictional and fantasy universes - was a sort of supergirl. She was brilliant and beautiful and amazingly gifted in everything. She saved the ship and often the universe, in the company of the powerful man whose love she had gained (in those days it was usually Mr Spock, but could be any member of the crew, depending on the author’s preferences). She was generally the alter-ego of a new writer trying her first steps in fiction.

“Mary Sue” is often used as a derogatory term. Myself, I thoroughly enjoy a well-written tale of this kind; they can be a lot of fun.

To me, at least, White Tiger reads like an entertaining Mary Sue.The heroine, Emma, is brilliant and brave and beautiful and everyone admires her, even the villains. Like Mary Sue, she wins the love of a powerful man - in this case, of course, a Chinese god. She learns martial arts very quickly, as well as magical techniques to help in demon-slaying. She doesn’t save the universe - perhaps this will happen in the next two books - but she does save the child and even Leo the bodyguard.

It also reads like a cross between The Matrix and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and should appeal to teenage girls who enjoy Buffy. Mary Sue was always a teenage genre anyway, and despite the heroine’s age - late twenties - this is very much young adult fiction. It’s probably too female-centred to appeal to boys, though.

The author has great confidence in what she is writing about. She lived for several years in Hong Kong and knows it well. She also has martial arts skills. It is refreshing, too, to read a story centred around Chinese mythology instead of the Celtic stuff that forms the basis of so much fantasy these days, and there is a useful glossary at the back of the book. There are also some likable characters, such as the White Tiger of the title, Bai Hu, the West Wind. Tiger is a cheekily lecherous character who impresses women in his cuddly tiger form and has managed to get himself a harem of women who know what they have let themselves in for and don’t mind a bit. There’s humour; among other things, Chen had done a thesis, while at university, comparing himself with King Arthur!

However, I think it would have worked better if about a third of the book had been cut. I was waiting for those lunches with Emma’s two friends, April and Louise, to have some significance to the story, and for April’s unpleasant husband to turn out to be working with the demons. It didn’t happen. Neither did Emma’s old employer, Kitty Kwok, nasty as she was, turn out to be the Queen of the Demons or an evil sorceress. She just kept nagging Emma to visit her. There were quite a number of scenes that simply didn’t move the story along and the romantic elements were often overwhelming. How many times is it necessary for Emma and John to gaze yearningly at each other and declare themselves to be “a pair of idiots/fools”? Much of the rest of the novel is dedicated to Emma’s training, presumably as a set-up for the next two volumes.

I suspect the main reason for this is the current practice of publishing most fantasy as a trilogy. This really would be better as two volumes of fast-moving story, but has been padded out to make a trilogy, and consequently, despite all those battles against demons, the pace is slower than it should be. And this is a pity, because it’s a great idea and could really be a rip-roaring page-turner with lots of humour and lots of the martial arts that are so popular in fiction and movies these days. Hopefully, Volumes 2 and 3, having been set up, will get on with it.

This Ongoing War

I have added a link to the blog of Arnold Roth, an old schoolmate, whose daughter Malki was killed in the bombing of a pizzeria in Jerusalem a number of years ago. I'm an old leftie and firmly believe that you don't make peace with your friends, you make it with your enemies, but my blood boils when smug armchair critics tell us that, while they don't condone the murder of young kids having a cup of coffee in a pizzeria, or on a school bus, or hitch-hiking, "we have to understand why it happens." Let's hope they don't ever have to say it of an incident that kills one of their own children.

I am not going to turn this into a political blog, but I feel the need to put in this particular link - Arnold has done a lot of research and has some very interesting links. It is vital to see the other side of the question.