Camille Alexa is one of the most thoughtful and inventive writers I know. (If you have not read Alexa, and you like the work of Aimee Bender, Karen Russell, Kij Johnson, Kelly Link...go order Alexa's
Push of the Sky right now). I love her self-description as someone who likes her humor dark and her horror funny. I love the way she describes her Edwardian house as full of fossils, willow branches, broken shells and other very pretty dead things. She is as smart, funny and warm in person as her fiction suggests she would be. For more,
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Lobster & Canary:
You appear to be comfortable in many different styles and sub-genres; the
works in your collection,
Push of the Sky (Hadley Rille Books, 2009)
range from cowboys-in-space to hunters-in-the-Stone-Age, and everything in
between. In your gleefully idiosyncratic approach, you remind me of "Golden
Age" fantasists such as Bradbury, Pohl, Leiber, Laumer, Fletcher Pratt, perhaps
with a touch of Vonnegut...are any of these influences on your writing? And who
else has inspired you?
Camille Alexa:
Growing up, I read everything -- and I
mean everything -- I could get my hands on. My Norwegian grandmother came to
live with us when I was 9 or 10, bringing her enormous SF&F paperback
collection with her. I'd like to come off all highbrow and say I loved the
Vonnegut and Leiber and Bradbury and Wyndham and Pohl best … but the truth is I
consumed with equal delight John Norman's Gor series, Marion Zimmer Bradley's
Darkover novels and McCaffrey's Dragonrider stuff and all the random vintage
Harlequin romances sharing her shelves.
L & C:
No matter the material setting, even when you
situate your plot and characters in deepest space or the farthest future, a
fairy tale tone threads its way through the core of your stories. Even your
stylistic flourishes echo the fairy tale's refrains: the villainous Boss of the
droidtown is frequently referred to as "the oldest son of the youngest son of
the richest man on Mars"; Earth's far-flung colonists return to the
mother-planet, "long after water became more valuable than human blood," when,
"long, long after that, there lived a girl"; one of your heroines, kicking the
"Fridge-o-mat," to grab a can of "caffeine-rich Zamola" on the way to school,
does so "on the day before the day before the end of the world." Such lines beg
to be read aloud! Do you read fairy tales regularly, do you read them out
loud?
CA:
Very perceptive! My father is a
folklorist specializing in music and oral tradition, so I'm always thinking
about language and the way words flow and repeat and echo. I love reading my
work aloud for an audience, though sometimes I get too caught up and cry or
laugh at a story in the middle. But yes, I revel in the sensuousness of the
spoken word (too much sometimes?) and want an almost musical rhythm to come
through even in print, even when it's ringing only inside a reader's skull. I
think about urban myth and poetic edda and traditional folksongs, and how
repeated phrases and epithets helped the narrative stay memorable and meaningful
for both performer and audience. It's not often a conscious thing when I'm
writing, but I'm very conscious of this stuff as a component of my
storytelling.
L & C:
Many of your stories deal explicitly with technology's impact
on human life and our ways of living, while comparing our craft with biology and
the systems of the natural world. I especially like this passage in "The
Butterfly Assassins": "What man had not at some point witnessed the mysteries
of nature? The wonders of man-made magicks and even his most complex
mechanicals paled in comparison to the inscrutable workings of Earth and Sky and
the beasts that dwelled between" (page. 20). Tell us more, riff on this
theme.
CA:
Okay, a riff, but on a personal
note: As influenced as my writing is by my father's folkloric background, it's
perhaps even more profoundly shaped by my mother's lifelong enthusiasm for
natural history. When I was a kid my mom would bring home and repair human
skulls from archaeological dig sites, or stop the car in the middle of an
abandoned Texas highway to measure the length of a disgustingly enormous insect
by the side of the road, or identify an animal by its scat left on a trail
during a family camping trip, or noxious weeds by their Latin names. I'm so
grateful to her for imbuing me with a sense of perpetual wonder over the natural
world, flora and fauna, geology, climate. She was a keen and knowledgeable
amateur scientist in the original sense of the term amateur: one who loves a pursuit or study or
science outside the context of a profession (I've read that ancient Romans
respected amateurs because dedication to a pursuit for love of the thing was
more admirable than a mere moneymaking venture -- no clue whether this is true,
not having been alive…). I remember an unnusual bird broke its neck flying into
our living room window once, and she carefully wrapped the dead animal in
cellophane and stuck it in our refrigerator for a while… uhm, maybe even
quite a while… until she could get the
specimen to the apppropriate expert for evaluation. My parents are just so cool!
I can hardly stand it.
L & C:
You are particularly good at what I would call "the tender
meditation," i.e., internal monologues that your characters have about their
relationship to others, to the world at large. "Flying Solo" is a wonderful,
moving example of this, yielding insights on what it means to be connected, and
how fragile connections are in the midst of emptiness. Your further thoughts
on this theme?
CA:
That's
the payoff for me: to be
these characters, to live
these characters and their situations the way they
live them. I often don't even personally agree with my characters' insights or
belief systems or goals… but they make sense to me. When I am them, they make
sense. And as a writer, I can be a hundred different people in a hundred
different stories. As a reader, I can be a thousand. I'm not sure if other
writers experience things this way, but you know that feeling you get when you
read a great book? That empathy for and anguish over and frustration with
everything a character goes through? Writing is like reading, but to the tenth
power. It's truly glorious, yo.
L & C:
If you could invite any other artists (of whatever
medium, style, genre, period, etc.) to dinner, whom would you choose and
why?
CA:
Hmm…Samuel
Clemens (a.k.a. Mark Twain), because he must've been a riot (though possibly a
frustrating dinner companion); Kij Johnson, because I just read her collection
At
the Mouth of the River of Bees
and practically died from the beauty; and Jane Smiley, because her books blow me
away on like a million different levels and I want to hear all about the
research she must've done for The
Greenlanders.
(I guess I'm writer-centric.) Oh, and since this is my happy imaginary world,
our dinner is vegetarian.
L & C:
What would you like to see more of and what less of in
speculative fiction as the field currently is?
CA:
I
like to think the field -- if you want to call speculative fiction a field of
its own within the greater sphere of literature -- is as wide and deep as we're
willing to make it, or as we're willing to let it be. What does bother me about
the field is not at the written end of the equation but at the writer
end; the spec fic scene just seems to have devolved into such an unhappy place.
More joy, please! And I don't mean in the stories themselves; high body counts,
bleak outlooks, and melancholy endings to tragic zombie love-affairs are all
awesome. I mean in the writing and the sharing
of the writing: less award-stumping, please.
Less
desperation, less arcane insider criticism, less hierarchical scrutiny. More
joy!
More
joy!
More
joy!
L & C:
What are you working
on now?
CA:
Well,
I recently saw the release of my first anthology as editor rather than writer, MASKED
MOSAIC: Canadian Super Stories.
It's
been thrilling! Co-editor Claude (Lalumiere) was incredible to work with, and
we're both so happy with the stories, the authors, the process . . . it makes me
giddy just thinking about it. Seriously, I get a smile on my face every time.
Other than that, I spent a lot of time writing short fiction last year (it's all
dribbling out here and there, places like
Ellery
Queen's
and Alfred
Hitchcock's
mystery magazines, a boatload of small anthologies, the occasional obscure lit
journal), so this year I'll be a grownup and focus on novels again. Watch this
space!
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