Today, we had our Utopias module with Peter Wright and we discussed Marge Piercy’s Woman on the Edge of Time. This was my first time reading Woman on the Edge of Time, but I had read He, She, and It several years ago (and loved it). I found that I was immediately drawn into Woman on the Edge of Time, but for different reasons than with He, She, and It. She unveils an amazing passion in this earlier work that is electric. She presents a powerful and angry feminist text that grabs the reader by the shirt collars. Also, I’m fascinated with narratives involving the mentally ill, or those believed to be so. I’ve read Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and seen the film. And, I’ve read numerous articles and books about mental health, treatment surgeries such as lobotomies, and psycho-pharmacology. Needless to say, I was drawn to Piercy’s novel by a variety of vectors. It was just Christian and I to have discussion with Peter, because Sunshine is in North America attending a friend’s wedding. The discussion was good, and I was happy with the background information that I dug up in preparation for the class.
After class, I began cleaning up and organizing the nearly 300 photos I took in Cambridge over the weekend. Between using iPhoto, I also did some research on James Tiptree, Jr. and read Raccoona Sheldon’s “The Screwfly Solution.”
This evening, I finished with the photos and uploaded them to Flickr as two sets: Cambridge and SF and the Canon. I haven’t labeled all of the Cambridge set, but the SF and the Canon set is complete. I think the photos turned out pretty well, but I think I should have used the flash more or more effectively used the ambient light.
I booked my room for SFRA, and I need to get a paper topic off to the panel organizers. I also need to work on a review idea that I pitched to Ed for the upcoming Heinlein issue of SFRA Review. Oh, and there is the Short Story Conference following SFRA that I’ve been thinking about presenting a paper on Neil Gaiman. That, and my school papers ought to keep me off the street corner selling crack.
Back to work!