Found this in the Reader’s Guide in the back of Karen Joy Fowler’s story collection Black Glass. Can’t remember the last time I read something that made the writer in me want to pump my fist in the air.
I wish I was good enough to be accused of that!
For simplicity’s sake, I’ve been labeling myself a “contemporary fantasy” writer to my local peers, mostly because I’m a little too lazy to explain to someone what “slipstream” or “fabulism” means–hell, I’ve read the essays in Conjunctions 39 and Feeling Very Strange and I’m still not 100% sure what they mean. But I know enough to know these terms are just the closest-size round holes that I can cram my square peg into.***
My stories aren’t Tolkien or Howard, or Heinlein or Clarke. (Not dissing–I’d love to have their careers.) But in following the example of writers who “write the kind of stuff I like to read,” it’s no surprise I find a connection with Fowler’s statement.
***(Inner Editor: “Gee, Freudian slip much?”)
(-Me: “What’s this site called again?”)