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Forky from Toy Story 4

You Look Like the Kind of Person Who Wants an Extremely Late Hugo Nominations Post

The Hugo Award nominations are open until March 13th! I’ve rounded up a few of my 2019 articles that could be considered for a Best Related Work nomination.

First, my favorite. I know I’m not supposed to have favorites, but the piece I’ve referred to as “The Forky Article” summed up the churn of my brain more than anything else I wrote this year. So here you go: “Used Sporks in the Hands of an Angry God: Toy Story 4The Good Place, and What it Means to Be Trash.

Now if you want an article that tries to encompass The State of SF/F/H Now, might I suggest “2010-2019: A Decade of Change in Science Fiction & Fantasy”? This is a long, emphatic, often very loud discussion between my colleagues, playwright and contributor Natalie Zutter, Publicist/Books Editor Christina Orlando, and Tor Books Senior Marketing Manager, Renata Sweeney, and me, and it may have been the most fun I had all year.

Do you like in-depth literary analysis? I wrote about how erotica author Chuck Tingle gives some incredible writing advice—along with solid tips on how to find love with a billionaire T-Rex. My review of J. Michael Straczynski’s mesmerizing memoir, Becoming Superman, also focused on JMS’ journey as a writer. And I looked at the way Katherine Addison’s fantasy, The Goblin Emperor, and Jo Walton’s magical coming-of-age story, Among Others, are both telling stories about processing grief.

Do you like odd pop cultural pairings? Might I interest you in my attempt to discuss Avengers: Endgame as an example of Rapture Theory? Or maybe the post where I put The Tick in conversation with Joker?

Finally, I wrote about the magnificence of The Twilight Zone—a lovely excuse to binge Rod Serling’s classic, and I’m proud of the resulting article.

I think those are the crema on my writerly espresso this year! Thank you for reading, and, as always, Hail Forky.

Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts

A Residency at Kimmel Harding Nelson!

Once again I realize it’s been about a billion years since I updated this space! But I am excited to pop back over here to say that I’m leaving in the morning to begin a residency at the Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts. (You can see a spiffy picture of me at their site!) I’ll be there for a month wrestling various fictional characters.

I expect to lose most of the matches, but if I pin one of the bastards I’ll call this a success.



Hugo Nominations Post: 2019 Edition

Hugo LogoThe Hugo Award nominations are open! From now until March 16th, if you are eligible to vote for the Hugos, and you like my stuff, you can throw my hat in the ring by considering one of my articles in the Best Related Work category. (Or throw the hat of one of my gorgeous colleagues, if you prefer? THROW A HAT, is my point.)

Here are some pieces of mine that I came close to liking and not wanting to rewrite from scratch. Nearly all of them are about religion in some form? It’s almost as if the ongoing moral horror of the last few years has driven me into thinking about Big Questions even more than usual?

Be the Angel You Want to See in America: The World Only Spins Forward by Isaac Butler and Dan Kois is a review of The World Only Spins Forward: The Ascent of Angels in America, an oral history gathered together by Isaac Butler and Dan Kois. It’s a remarkable work of theater/queer/intellectual history, and I used my review to get slightly more personal that I usually do about how Tony Kushner’s work has shaped my own writing and philosophy.

All of the staff writers collectively lost their shit when The Last Jedi came out. As it often does, my shit-losing came in the form of a fairly academic essay: The Evolution of Religious Iconography in Star Wars.

In 2018 a miracle occurred, and Easter fell on April Fool’s Day. I took advantage of this by writing about the moral philosophy of Monty Python’s Life of Brian.

Over the summer I did a crazy swan dive into the history of the U.S. space program, the Russian space program, Cosmism, and pretty much every ding-dang movie with an astronaut in it. One of the results was Religion and Rocketry: How German Theology and Russian Mysticism Shape Our View of Outer Space.

The crew took a field trip to see Harry Potter and The Cursed Child on Broadway, and I, well…I wrote a whole bunch about religion. Again. I can’t help it when J.K. Rowling is just going to poke C.S. Lewis in such obvious ways! Here’s Moral Kombat: How Narnia and Harry Potter Wrestle with Death and Rewrite Christianity.

Finally, we celebrated the release of The Books of Earthsea: The Complete Illustrated Edition with an Ursula K. Le Guin-themed week, and I contributed A Heroic Journey Inward: Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Farthest Shore. I discuss my own history with depression while looking at how Le Guin deals with depression and despair in the context of a quest narrative. This one, being more personal, was a bit tougher to write than the avalanche of academia and historical weirdness above.

Thank you as always for reading!


I promised myself I could read Andrew Sean Greer’s Less as a reward for getting through New York Comic-Con, and it took me an extra month but I’ve finally gotten to it! It’s as funny as I hoped it would be, but it’s also not afraid to be tenderhearted, and Greer makes some life observations that are simply fantastic.

Here’s one of my favorite passages:

…he looks out at the city: the Empire State Building, twenty blocks down, is echoed, below, by an Empire Diner with a card stock sign: PASTRAMI. From the other window, near Central Park, he sees the sign for the Hotel New Yorker. They are not kidding, no sir. No more than the New England inns called the Minuteman and the Tricorner are kidding, with their colonial cupolas topped with wrought iron weather vanes, their cannonball pyramids out front, or the Maine lobster pounds called the Nor’easter, hung with traps and glass buoys, are kidding, or the moss-festooned restaurants in Savannah, or the Western Grizzly Dry Goods, or the Florida Gator This and Gator That, or even the Californian Surfboard Sandwiches and Cable Car Cafes and Fog City Inn, are kidding. Nobody is kidding. They are dead serious. People think of Americans as easygoing, but in fact they are all dead serious, especially about their local culture; they name their bars “saloons” and their shops “Ye Olde”; they wear the colors of the local high school team; they are Famous For Their Pies. Even in New York City.

It’s pretty rare for a comic novel to win a Pulitzer—there are comic elements in The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, but I’d argue that both of them find the foundations of their stories in tragedy. The only other novel that I think could be called truly comic is A Confederacy of Dunces, which is also shot through with sadness, but it’s a smaller, human-scale sadness, not the genocide that shatters the lives of the de Leons and the Kavalieris.

I might be slightly invested in the reception of novels that aim for comedy, since Manifolds (if it works) is a skewed comic campus novel, and As-Yet-Untitled Novel #2 will probably be comic-picaresque-historical-theological-fiction.


I got yer Winter Light right here

I promise I am also writing in between walks in the woods, but when the light is like this? It would be a moral failing not to go wandering.

These low stone walls criss-cross every hill, which is hilarious to me since I just reread the first few Earthsea books.

Following deer. Not finding any damn deer.


There is no describing the particular quiet of a pine forest.

Once again, BLUE.


I mean, come on.

Come on.

In the studio!

Here at I-Park. My fellow residents are all fantastic—startlingly talented and genuine. Currently sitting in my studio listening to Sufjan, snow melt, and wind that occasionally kicks up into a whistle in the pines around me. Here are some pictures!

The pond:


A sound sculpture:


Tim Norris’ The Journey:


My studio sign:


Light in the dark!


Stove and books:


I’m not entirely sure I brought enough books?


My studio in the snow!


Snow on the skylight!


And inevitably, my desk:

Ganesha and coffee will remove all obstacles.

[Not pictured: imposter syndrome.]

[Pictured yet ineffable: Sufjan Stevens’ voice gently suggesting that perhaps I should be a better person.]

A Residency at I-Park!

I am so happy to say that I’ve been invited to be an artist-in-residence by the I-Park Foundation! As of today I will be in the woods, writing as hard as I can.

Here’s I-Park’s Mission:

Nurturing artists and the creative process – in the fine arts and in nature.

I-Park is both an open-air and a closed-studio laboratory for individual creative pursuits in the fields of music composition/sound art, the visual arts, architecture, moving image, creative writing and landscape/garden/ecological design. From insights developed in the laboratory setting, it also develops and sponsors specially-themed cross-disciplinary projects of cultural significance – and brings these discoveries to light in the public domain.

I-Park supports these individual and collaborative investigations through its international artists-in-residence program, the aesthetic engagement of its natural and built environments and with on-site exhibitions, performances and collegial exchanges.

Since its founding in 2001, I-Park has sponsored over 900 fully-funded artists’ residencies.

I will try to track my progress (or at least provide photos of all the fauna I encounter) but I think at this point it’s clear that I’m terrible at updating my own blog? I’ll do my best.

Buy my book, won't you?

Ten Years of in One Handy Place! turned 10 years old on Friday, July 20, 2018! Over the decade, we’ve published 30,000 articles, covering everything from the Silmarillion to the importance of coffee in Star Trek to the wonders of centaur digestion. To commemorate this momentous occasion, we’ve assembled Rocket Fuel, a free collection of some of the best feature articles from’s 10-year history—which you can download for free right now at this very moment.

I am honored to have two pieces in the collection: “Sometimes, Horror is the Only Fiction That Understands You” and “Preparing Myself for Death with Joe Versus the Volcano.” Of everything I’ve written for the site, it seems fitting to me that my two most personal articles were the ones voted in, and I am ecstatic that my work is standing alongside some of my favorite people and writers.

So, in conclusion, download our book?

Hugo Award Nominations Are Open!

Hugo LogoThe Hugo Award nominations are now open! If you are a Hugo-nominating-type person, please do me the honor of considering one of my articles in the Best Related Work category. Of all of my work last year, there are two pieces that make me particularly proud:

This Fantasy Might Save Your Life: Tony Kushner’s Angels in America” was an early entry in my column, TBR Stack. I look back at Kushner’s groundbreaking epic on its 25th anniversary, highlighting the play’s status as a fantasy and looking at its lasting emotional power. This article is one of the most personal pieces I’ve ever written.

Giving History a Better Ending: Marvel, Terrorism, and the Aftermath of 9/11” delves into the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s relationship to the iconography of terrorism. This one took a bit of research, requiring me to re-watch all the films in the MCU, plus all of the (pre-Defenders) Marvel/Netflix shows, while reading their uses of imagery and exploring the way they use collective grief to tell a giant, interlocking story.

Thank you as always for reading!

A Star Wars Appendix!

I don’t often do this, but a few days ago I finally got my thoughts on The Last Jedi coralled enough that I could write about them. The result was a long article on how the Star Wars series riffs on religion, and you can read it over at

Because it was lonnnnng, we cut a small section toward the end discussing the newer Star Wars’ films’ attempts to depict interior faith in addition to exterior works. I liked what I came up with, so I’ve decided to share it here. Enjoy!

Faith and Works

One aspect that the new films have brought to the fore is the nature of faith in the Star Wars universe. Obviously you can’t really quantify faith, but throughout the earlier films we saw the Force through actions and results—like this snazzy number:

Obi-Wan sacrifices himself, but he’s back as a Force-ghost-voice before the end of the film. Luke rejects Vader’s offer of power, and throws away his lightsaber rather than fight—but were those moral choices or simply responses to his complicated feelings about his father? And what is Anakin’s own obsession with stopping death other than a massive failure of faith?

Which no, you don’t have to have faith to be religious any more than you have to have religion in order to be moral, you can practice most religions without believing in them, and some of the best people I know reject religious belief. But it did always seem interesting to me that we have a story about the collapse and resurgence of a religion in which none of the people discuss their beliefs. They just know. Luke never questions the Force ghosts. Never asks about afterlife, or the genesis of Tatooine, or any of the stuff that people entering into religious belief usually do, there is none of the fervency of the convert.

But here in the most recent three films we finally get that.

Finally, the Star Wars Universe has given us examples of faith—not just riffs on religious icons, or the results of using the Force, but belief in the Force.

In the person of Chirrut Imwe, we have the most explicitly religious Star Wars character. Chirrut’s mantra of “I am one with the Force. The Force is with me” cuts through dogma and denominational differences to emphasize reliance on the Force. His robe and staff recall the aesthetic of a Buddhist monk, but we don’t learn the particular rules of the Guardians, and he never attempts to instruct anyone in his particular strain of Force-faith—he simply leads by example. Even though his Temple has been destroyed and ransacked by oppressive Romans Imperial Stormtroopers, he trusts the Force, which seems to work through him despite his lack of Jedi training.

Rey’s belief is in the story itself. She believed in the story of the Force and the Jedi before she met Han and Luke. She meets Luke, and despite his grumpiness she earnestly sets off on an interior journey. She doesn’t quit when that journey doesn’t give her the answer she wants. She doesn’t give up when Kylo turns out to be untrustworthy. Her ally is the Force, more than any of the rest of them. Rey allows it to guide her during her initial fight with Kylo Ren, and again, when he offers her power. Despite Luke’s shabby treatment of her, despite learning of the problems with the Order, she puts her trust in the Force as it is within her, and follows it.

What of the other new Force user?

Kylo doesn’t even have to believe in the Force, it’s present within him, and if Luke is to be believed, manifests more strongly in him than in anyone else in the galaxy. But this raises questions: has Anakin ever visited Kylo? In The Force Awakens, Kylo essentially prays to his grandfather Anakin, promising that he will do his will. But how can he not know that Anakin turned away from the Dark Side? Has he simply rejected that part of the history he was (presumably) taught?

All of these questions are swept away in The Last Jedi. Kylo is so obsessed with outer trappings—demonstrations of power, hierarchy, his Gothy, nu-Vader lewk—that I think he’s lost access to any sense of working with the Force. He doesn’t want to tear the Jedi order down in order to build something better, or even to wreak vengeance on Uncle Luke—he just wants to destroy until he’s left alone and unchallenged. (We’ll see if I’m right in Part IX)

And finally Luke, the fallen monk, the failed Jedi, the bad teacher, who wanted to become a Jedi like his father?

We see him become greater than Anakin, than Obi-Wan, than Yoda. He reopens himself to the Force, knowing that it will kill him. He sacrifices himself not to Kylo, in order to teach Rey a lesson, or to death, because his body had naturally aged. He sacrifices himself to the Force Itself, privately, with no one to watch him, or learn from him, or understand just how extraordinary his act of Boddhisatvaism is. We’ve seen him spar, we’ve seen him battle, we’ve seen him manipulate, we’ve even seen him toss his lightsaber away, but this?

He is alone with the Force, and the Force is with him.