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This weekend Oyce and I were eating lunch at the Ferry Building, overlooking the bay, when we began perusing the discount book rack that was outside the bookshop, on the pavement next to us. It was an odd mix of pretty good YA (like Nancy Werlin and Paul Fleischman), decent-looking gay lit, and horrible self-help books, like Healing the Amazon Wound and Cry of the Soul-Daughter.
And then there was God is Gay.
It was a slim, yellow, self-published paperback. The back cover quotes (which we decided were sock-puppets) were decidedly strange:
Ah, it is marvellous... I read and read and then ponder over it.
--Dr. K. D. Chauhan
Jagdishnagar Society
North Gujarat, India
I just read your book and I felt 'happiness creeping over me.'
G. Rommersheim
Munich, West Germany
['Happiness creeping over me' turned out to be a quote from GiG; the narrator, Bob, feels that sensation when he talks to his soon-to-be cult leader, Daniel.]
The chapters are all headed with peculiar drawings reminiscent of the Rider-Waite tarot deck, but with more animals, some with faceted eyes and all a disturbing cross between cute and evil, like the subliminal octopus in Serenity.
It's the swinging 70s. Bob, along with God, is gay. He lives in San Francisco with his lover, Steve. Then Bob meets Daniel, who is obviously a crazy cult leader. Only Bob doesn't think so. GiG is a love letter to Daniel, Daniel's superb musculature and gentle smile, and Daniel's whack-job philosophy, which consists of crazed nattering about androids and mouseries and "the sound of hearing, the music of the spheres," not to mention "the sight of seeing, the vision of the third eye." (No, there is no scent of smelling. Alas.) Daniel points out that Asia and Asians are spiritually superior to non-Asians. (A concept which, in addition to creating many awkward encounters between obtuse Westerners and unfortunate Asians, ruined my childhood.
Bob is overwhelmed by Daniel and his circle: A very handsome, muscular man let us in. As I was introduced to him, any doubts about his gayness were resolved when he cruised me. Plus, there is gay boxing (normal boxing, gay boxers), and Daniel takes Bob out for a banana split.
But Steve, whom Bob describes in phrases like an ugly sneer crossed Steve's face, cannot appreciate the wonder that is Daniel. In fact, he accuses Daniel of being a cult leader. But Bob finally drags Steve to a meeting, where Daniel goes on for pages and pages of gibberish, including Isn't it obvious that male gays are men, with the understanding of women; who understand instinctively that war, violence, and hatred are wrong. Bob is sure this will make Steve see the light. But Steve takes Bob aside and tells him that Daniel reminds him of Charles Manson.
Horrified, Bob runs to Daniel and says, "You won't believe what Steve said about you!"
Daniel says, "Did he say I reminded him of Charles Manson?"
Since Daniel wasn't there, this convinces Bob that Daniel is clairvoyant and telepathic, because there is no other way Daniel could have known Steve said that. It does not occur to Bob that perhaps Daniel often reminds people of Charles Manson.
Needless to say, Bob dumps Steve and runs away with the perfect and telepathic Daniel. That was the point when we noticed that the book was coauthored by Ezekiel (who presumabably used to be known as Bob) and... Daniel!
There is a clearly fictional chapter in which Steve later apologizes for not being wise or brave enough to embrace Daniel. Oyce and I think that Steve is now happily working for Google, and he and his handsome live-in lover sometimes do dramatic readings from GiG at dinner parties.
Having finished Gig, we then picked up a novel by bestselling fantasy author Terry Goodkind, and opened it to a six-page scene in which the heroine is menaced by... an evil chicken.
No, this is not played for laughs. There are more excerpts at fandom wank if you don't believe me.
The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken. This was evil manifest.
She is terrified! For six pages! This is the heroine-- scared of a chicken.
Kahlan frantically tried to think as the chicken bawk-bawk-bawked.
In the dark, the chicken thing let out a low chicken cackle laugh.
In between being terrorized, Kahlan remembers her perfect boyfriend, Richard. Brilliant, strong, probably omnipotent, Richard comes across as a cross between Daniel and Diego. Did I mention that he is wise, too?
Richard had been adamant about everyone being courteous to chickens.
And then there was God is Gay.
It was a slim, yellow, self-published paperback. The back cover quotes (which we decided were sock-puppets) were decidedly strange:
Ah, it is marvellous... I read and read and then ponder over it.
--Dr. K. D. Chauhan
Jagdishnagar Society
North Gujarat, India
I just read your book and I felt 'happiness creeping over me.'
G. Rommersheim
Munich, West Germany
['Happiness creeping over me' turned out to be a quote from GiG; the narrator, Bob, feels that sensation when he talks to his soon-to-be cult leader, Daniel.]
The chapters are all headed with peculiar drawings reminiscent of the Rider-Waite tarot deck, but with more animals, some with faceted eyes and all a disturbing cross between cute and evil, like the subliminal octopus in Serenity.
It's the swinging 70s. Bob, along with God, is gay. He lives in San Francisco with his lover, Steve. Then Bob meets Daniel, who is obviously a crazy cult leader. Only Bob doesn't think so. GiG is a love letter to Daniel, Daniel's superb musculature and gentle smile, and Daniel's whack-job philosophy, which consists of crazed nattering about androids and mouseries and "the sound of hearing, the music of the spheres," not to mention "the sight of seeing, the vision of the third eye." (No, there is no scent of smelling. Alas.) Daniel points out that Asia and Asians are spiritually superior to non-Asians. (A concept which, in addition to creating many awkward encounters between obtuse Westerners and unfortunate Asians, ruined my childhood.
Bob is overwhelmed by Daniel and his circle: A very handsome, muscular man let us in. As I was introduced to him, any doubts about his gayness were resolved when he cruised me. Plus, there is gay boxing (normal boxing, gay boxers), and Daniel takes Bob out for a banana split.
But Steve, whom Bob describes in phrases like an ugly sneer crossed Steve's face, cannot appreciate the wonder that is Daniel. In fact, he accuses Daniel of being a cult leader. But Bob finally drags Steve to a meeting, where Daniel goes on for pages and pages of gibberish, including Isn't it obvious that male gays are men, with the understanding of women; who understand instinctively that war, violence, and hatred are wrong. Bob is sure this will make Steve see the light. But Steve takes Bob aside and tells him that Daniel reminds him of Charles Manson.
Horrified, Bob runs to Daniel and says, "You won't believe what Steve said about you!"
Daniel says, "Did he say I reminded him of Charles Manson?"
Since Daniel wasn't there, this convinces Bob that Daniel is clairvoyant and telepathic, because there is no other way Daniel could have known Steve said that. It does not occur to Bob that perhaps Daniel often reminds people of Charles Manson.
Needless to say, Bob dumps Steve and runs away with the perfect and telepathic Daniel. That was the point when we noticed that the book was coauthored by Ezekiel (who presumabably used to be known as Bob) and... Daniel!
There is a clearly fictional chapter in which Steve later apologizes for not being wise or brave enough to embrace Daniel. Oyce and I think that Steve is now happily working for Google, and he and his handsome live-in lover sometimes do dramatic readings from GiG at dinner parties.
Having finished Gig, we then picked up a novel by bestselling fantasy author Terry Goodkind, and opened it to a six-page scene in which the heroine is menaced by... an evil chicken.
No, this is not played for laughs. There are more excerpts at fandom wank if you don't believe me.
The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken. This was evil manifest.
She is terrified! For six pages! This is the heroine-- scared of a chicken.
Kahlan frantically tried to think as the chicken bawk-bawk-bawked.
In the dark, the chicken thing let out a low chicken cackle laugh.
In between being terrorized, Kahlan remembers her perfect boyfriend, Richard. Brilliant, strong, probably omnipotent, Richard comes across as a cross between Daniel and Diego. Did I mention that he is wise, too?
Richard had been adamant about everyone being courteous to chickens.
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We are Siamese, if you please
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Happy to be back -- but seriously, those cats gave me nightmares for years and are probably at the root of all cat-hating in North America ...
And given the nature of the Amber books, it would not at all surprise me if Zelazny chose these monsters with the assumption that we'd all kind of hear that song. He probably wasn't traumatized by them either *wry g*.
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Dumbo...now DUMBO traumatized me to the point that I've never watched it since.
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See, that's the point where I started to wonder if maybe this was SG-1 fanfic.
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I'm sure Alexander the Great would disagree. Not to mention Elisabeth Bathory.
As for the Evil Chicken. Sounds like Goodkind was overdosing on Gary Larson, or possibly The Egg and I.
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A. He did it on a dare
B. He did it to prove his editor never actually read and/or edited anything he submitted
C. He did it because he had no idea that an average reader, even an average F/SF reader with the custom heavy-duty belief suspension mechanism, does not find chickens to be a credible threat but rather hilariously out of place
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Bless you. One day I'll return the favour and quote from 'Begums and Concubines'.
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Gee, I'm glad I friended (gooder English, no?) you. :-)
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Fruity Oaty Bar, makes a man out of a mouse!
Fruity Oaty Bar, makes you bust out of your blouse!
Eat them all the time! Let them blow your mind!
Ohhhhh, Fruity Oaty Bars!
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Elsewhere. And fast.
Disclaimer:
This does not mean I find Goodkind in any way readable.
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It's David Boreanaz's nightmare...
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Was she in a cage with a chicken?
I almost typed "pigeon" every time.
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You know, I have always avoided this author, without any facts on which to base that decision. Just something about the number and size of the books, and the nature of the blurbs ... I'm so glad my instincts didn't let me down here!
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Oh God....
I... don't know what to say right now except that I have to go and change my username because it used to be based on that character. The only excuse I can offer is that I was 11 when I read it. I don't think I'm brave enough to read it again.