Gender in Iain M. Banks' Culture Novels

I had a really interesting conversation recently about the role of gender in Iain M. Banks' Culture novels.  (If you haven't read these novels, you really should.  Like, go read one right now.  They are that good.)  The Culture is a post-scarcity society, when you can be and do and have anything you want.  

One feature of the Culture is that you can remodel your body into anything you want.  Switching from male to female or from female to male is as you might imagine a rather pedestrian choice, given the options.  Wanna be a dolphin?  No problem.  Dolphin with gills?  Go for it.  Dolphin with gills and spikes and also feet for walking?  Okey dokey.

For the most part, Culture people do not often switch from one gender to the other.  However, most people make the switch at least once in their lifetimes.  (Which are, it goes without saying, ridiculously long.  Nearly infinite, if you count the ability to store your consciousness and download it into a new body at will.)

Aside from seeing what life is like for the other side, one common reason for a switch is among married couples.  The wife will have a child by the husband, then they switch genders and the former husband has a child by the former wife.  This is, if I remember correctly, one of the most significant gestures of love and loyalty that a person can make in the Culture.

Of course, this is only true for the biological citizens of the Culture.  Artificial citizens (what you and I would call "robots," but that's a bit insulting when you're talking about the Mind of a ship.)  Gender does not apply to the artificial intelligences; they are literally post-gender.   

In fact, from a certain perspective, the Culture is run by these gender neutral intelligences.  And all of the Culture's biological citizens are just an annoyance, or pets to be carried about ultimately at the wishes of the ships themselves.

As a result, Banks portrays a wonderfully gender-balanced world in his novels.  He has protagonists which are female (at the time of the novel's events), and other protagonists who are male at the time of the novel, but were female in the past.

But in all the laudable diversity and fair treatment, one thing which Banks has never addressed head on is what gender really means, in a universe where the sexes are truly equal.  (I use the plural because the idea of only two genders is a bit quaint in a culture which encompasses thousands of races across the universe.)

Most of his characters settle on their "real" gender and stick with it throughout their lives.  (Aside from the aforementioned marriage and childbirth ritual.)  But how do you decide?  In the absence of any penalty for changing genders (either social or physical), I imagine that the discussion of what it means to be female or male would be a hot topic.  If it suddenly became possible today, I think our global conversation about gender (both cis and trans) would be a lot different than it currently is, that's for sure!

Fox To US-ify Torchwood?

Rumor Has It that Fox is considering picking up and developing its own version of Torchwood for the US audience.  Why, that sounds like nearly as good an idea as a US version of Red Dwarf!  Wouldn't that be… oh wait, they did, and it was terrible TERRIBLE.

Torchwood fans are universally set against this move.  For one thing, we already have a perfectly good Torchwood, thank you very much.  For another thing, although Fox Network is only loosely tied to Fox News, a lot of people assume that a Fox created Torchwood would be a Torchwood without all the gay.  

Naturally, what everyone wants to know is whether or not Fox intends to perform a "gay-ectomy" on the show.  On the one hand, Fox has ties to Fox News (although these ties are admittedly weak).  (Fox News, for those of you visiting from outside the States, is an unabashed bastion of the conservative-ist conservatives this side of Conservative Land.)  

On the other hand, Fox has proven to be fairly LGBT-friendly, as this GLAAD report handily illustrates.  (By the way, I want to take issue with GLAAD having categorized Roger (American Dad!), Kurt (Glee), and Thirteen (House) as "supporting characters.")  Fox has improved their record recently, from a failing grade of 4% to third place with 11% of LGBT-inclusive programming.

At this stage, Russell T. Davies has also been brought over to develop the new USian Torchwood, which is also a sign of hope.  The openly bisexual Davies is almost single-handedly responsible for the revival of both Dr. Who and Torchwood, and is more than willing to push things around on the Kinsey scale.

On the up side, Fox is traditionally the most science fiction friendly of the national broadcast networks.  Don't laugh, it's true!  

Even though Fox has canceled and then destroyed some of the best science fiction television shows of the last 20 years (and if you're lucky, they did it in that order).  You may not be able to blame NBC for smothering Firefly in its crib, but that's because NBC doesn't have any.


The best hope for Torchwood is that it is set up as a spin-off show.  (Several people have already suggested Torchwood San Francisco and Torchwood New Orleans as the best matches.  I agree!)  Although Fox asserts that it wants to create a version of Torchwood that is less Wales-specific, one shudders to think of the casting of an American Gwen, much less an American Owen or an American Tosh.  The only time this has ever worked is with The Office, which resolutely went in its own direction, and created characters that were both funny and worth caring about.

In a worst case scenario, Fox develops a retread of the UK Torchwood, with the same characters, except without any of the accents, and without any inter-colleague romance.  I can see a future with a lobotomized Fox version of Captain Jack, and I don't like it.  I don't like the thought, and I don't like what it represents.  In the worst case scenario, Fox decides that Americans aren't ready for an openly gay lead character.  And in the WORST worse case scenario… they're right.

Creative Commons-licensed picture courtesy of Flickr user yeimaya.

#biggaybattle Mock-Tears Sci Fi Community Apart

Among the many (MANY) retrospectives over the last month or so, one in particular has taken the geek world by storm.  AfterElton.com, a website dedicated to "news, reviews & commentary on gay and bisexual men in entertainment and media" offered up its selection of possible candidates for "Gay or Bisexual Male Celebrity of the 2000s."  Unlike many other retrospectives, AfterElton.com decided to have its readers vote for their choice.

Among the possible selections, two celebrities soon appeared to be in a neck and neck race for the first place: Neil Patrick Harris and John Barrowman.  At one point, AfterElton.com announced that they were only 20 votes apart.

The race promptly spilled over to Twitter over the weekend, with various Twitter celebrities urging their followers to Get Out the Vote, so to speak.  Nathan Fillion, Alyson Hannigan, and Felicia Day backed Neil Patrick Harris.  Jonathan Ross and Neil Gaiman (Twitter's kindly and intelligent 500 pound gorilla) backed John Barrowman.  (Note: Gaiman later demurred by pointing out that he voted for Barrowman because Barrowman asked first.)  Other parties, like the ACLU (yes, for reals), simply urged people to vote without stumping for a specific candidate.

Soon, Barrowman and Harris were trading good-natured quips and trash talking on their own Twitter streams, and the rest of the internet took notice.  A Wall Street Journal blog kicked off its article using the hash tag Neil Gaiman invented (#biggaybattle).  The Onion's A.V. Club carried the breaking story on their Newswire service.  It is starting to feel like the entire internet has ground to a stop in order to debate the merits of both parties.

The response to this silly little internet poll serves, if nothing else, as a reminder that what may once have been a marginalized fandom is moving rapidly towards the mainstream.  (On the internet, at least!)  And even as engaged as I am with the sci fi fandom world, I was genuinely surprised and gladdened to see how many people had an opinion on the subject.  

I myself spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to decide who to vote for.  Even if we only limit the discussion to the world of science fiction, their credentials are equally impressive:

 Neil Patrick Harris: Although John Barrowman can sing (and sing well), Harris' talents were showcased to perfection in Joss Whedon's web drama Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog.  Harris played the titular Dr. Horrible, riding a fine dramatic balance between "frustrated nobody" and "evil guy who thinks he's on the right side" all while singing his guts out.  This is not an accomplishment to take lightly!

Furthermore, a lot of people seem to have overlooked Harris' role in Starship Troopers, which was far more than a simple cameo.  Starship Troopers was the first time I saw Harris post-Doogie Howser, and I literally sat up and took notice when I saw it in the theater.

John Barrowman: You may have noticed I'm kind of a fan.  Barrowman's work on Torchwood has been solid, and the second season and "Children of Earth" mini-season really gave him a chance to extend his range.  (I never would have thought Captain Jack could edge into Bad Guy territory, but there you have it.)

At this time, voting has closed, but the results have not yet been announced.  Oh, the suspense! UPDATE Neil Patrick Harris won by a ridiculously large margin.

Doctor Who, "The Waters of Mars"

WARNING, MANY SPOILERS

David Tennant has had a fabulous run as The Doctor, and now the series is winding towards his closing time.  Although "The Waters of Mars" doesn't directly lead into the last two Tennant episodes (aside from a tiny bit at the end) it represents a change in tone for the series, from "sprightly and fun" to "downright funereal."

The Doctor is travelling alone in "The Waters of Mars," and that never ends well for him.  There's a reason why The Doctor chooses a companion.  In this special, we get to see full well what happens when he goes banging about without an assistant to balance out the crazy and act as a moral compass.  Frankly, he goes completely off the rails.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  The Doctor lands on Mars, dons his orange space suit, and toddles off to a nearby Mars station.  The station residents, a collection of scientists working on the first human beachhead on Mars, don't seem nearly as unnerved by The Doctor showing up on their doorstep as they ought to be.  They are startled, to be sure, but they quickly write him off as being part of another country's surprise landing next door.  At any rate, they soon find something else to distract them away from wondering who The Doctor is, because water monsters are turning the crew into zombies.

If this had been any other episode, I would have said that the water zombie monsters were pretty weak, even by the standards of a one-off Doctor Who episode.  They don't really do much, aside from take over the crew member's body, and stand around with water pouring out.  But what this lacks in ACTION EXCITEMENT it more than makes up for in quiet yet inexorable menace, which happens to be this episode's orders of the day.

The real horror of "The Waters of Mars" comes from watching The Doctor stand about, waiting for everyone to die, and refusing to help because he feels that their deaths are "fixed points in time."  Once he establishes the date, he understands that the station is going to nuke itself before the day is through, with all crew members lost. Furthermore, this has to happen, in order for other important future events to take place.  For once, The Doctor refuses to act.  

Instead, he stands around looking sad and brandishing his Prime Directive about.  And it is horrible to watch.  We realize how accustomed we have become to the idea that The Doctor will swing in and intervene in any event, no matter how ill-advised or ridiculous.  That's part of his charm.  The scene where he walks slowly away from the Mars base while the panicked last messages of the crew members play over his intercom system is a thousand times more horrifying than any monster ever could be.  

When The Doctor does finally act, it only makes us feel worse.  He takes charge of the events with the sudden conviction that he himself is the sole ruler of time and space.  That can't be good, we think, and we are right.

Watching "The Waters of Mars" was such a grueling experience that I feel I am going to really have to gird myself to watch the next two episodes.  Russell T. Davies is setting us up for a massive blow-out on this one, make no mistake.

2009 in Sci Fi Television

One thing you can definitely say about 2009 is that it was a crackerjack year for science fiction on the small screen!

Torchwood: Children of Earth


This was the third season (or "series three" in BBC parlance) of one of my personal favorite science fiction shows, and it did not disappoint.  It horrified, disturbed, and violated everything we had learned to feel for the show's various characters, but it did not disappoint.  I think I'm still a little wobbly from the finale.

Children of Earth was a super-short season of only five episodes due to the show's move to the higher profile channel BBC One.  This matters little to us here in the States, but the up shot is that future seasons will presumably be of normal length.

The End of Battlestar Galactica


I'll be honest with you, I had real trouble sticking with Battlestar Galactica this season.  By the time we were at the halfway mark, I was more than ready to just let it go.  It had been too grim for too long, and somehow the tone just didn't seem right anymore.  I only stuck with it because I knew it was a choice between watching the finale with everyone else, or having it immediately spoiled and being left out of every internet conversation for the next two months.

The finale was grueling at the time, because I was convinced that at any minute the entire fleet was going to jump into a black hole and everyone would die.  (Maybe I was just scarred from having finished the final season of Angel only a few months earlier.)

Doctor Who, Series 4


I felt this was one of the strongest of the new Doctor Who seasons.  I put off watching it for several months, because I was convinced that nothing could top Martha Jones' exit from the show.  After watching the entire season through, I realized that I was very wrong.  Although occasionally goofy (stealing the entire planet?  Really?) this season had an emotional truth that was rock solid.

Stargate Universe

I have become increasingly disenchanted with SGU, but I still hold out hope for it.  Many shows have a weak first season, but rally once they find their footing.  (When was the last time you saw the X-Files pilot?  Pee yew!)  I find the plots to be leaden, and the female characters to be marginalized in the extreme.  But the show has some great talent, both on and off the screen, and the set-up is genius.

Honorable Mentions

Fringe:
I enjoy watching this show, even though it rarely seems to get anywhere.  It's like The X-Files but completely set adrift.  At the same time, the arc story makes an appearance in each episode, no matter how small, which I definitely appreciate.

Flashforward: Based on the Robert Sawyer novel, this show kind of lost me about halfway through.  I look forward to catching it on DVD.

Supernatural: Everyone says this show is awesome, but I have yet to get the player on the CW website to work on my computer.  Some day?

The Sarah Jane Chronicles: Surprisingly good, if you take it as "Doctor Who for Kids."  Which I realize is kinda funny because Doctor Who is already for kids, but hey.

Warehouse 13: Had promise, watched a few episodes, willing to give it the benefit of the doubt.  

V: Terrible.

Five Sci Fi Christmas Movies

Of all the genres, science fiction seems to be the most lacking in the holiday spirit.  In fact, there are precious few holiday references in science fiction at all.  Presumably in the future, we have all moved past primitive rites like "tinsel" and "good cheer" and "getting drunk and insulting your boss' wife at the company holiday party."

Unless you want to argue that Santa himself is a science fictional trope, requiring a transition in the space time continuum in order to deliver all of those presents, your options for a sci fi video marathon are limited.

1. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians

This is a timeless classic.  Of what, no one is sure.  Of terror, perhaps.  I had seen it several times before it received the Mystery Science Theater 3000 treatment, and I saw it many times after.  Notable not just for starring Pia Zadora as a child, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians is slow, clunky, and revolves around the idea of Martians kidnapping Santa Claus.  How could you go wrong?  

As Wikipedia notes, this movie "regularly appears on lists of the worst films ever made."  Nothing about it makes sense.  Which is a kindness to the viewer, since the themes of Santa-bduction and slavery would otherwise be too dismal to bear.

2. The Star Wars Holiday Special

This appalling early Star Wars spinoff was broadcast on television only once, but will live on in the hearts and bootleg VHS tapes of fans forever.  From the cast's sweaty, coked-up glazed eye performances to an entire sequence of wookies GRARing at each other as though it had meaning, The Star Wars Holiday Special is a cultural treasure.

Also, there are cartoons, and an acrobatics routine, and singing.

Even George Lucas - the man who brought you Jar Jar Binks - has repeatedly disowned the Holiday Special.  

3. Brazil

It's easy to forget that Brazil is set during Christmas.  Aside from the tinsel garlands that drearily bedeck some of the halls, this is not a festive offering in the least.  Terry Gilliam's loose retelling of George Orwell's 1984 is about as grim as they come.  A paranoid tale of the state's need to crush the human spirit in order to survive, Brazil may serve as the perfect antidote to the relentless holiday cheer.

4. I Am Legend / The Omega Man

I'll be honest with you, I have read the novel I Am Legend and seen The Omega Man (although I have not seen the Will Smith I Am Legend movie).  I don't remember Christmas being in there at all, but the IMDb asserts that they are Christmas movies, and who am I to argue with the IMDb's tagging system?

5. The Nightmare Before Christmas


Although perhaps not technically a science fiction movie, Nightmare's pedigree as a Tim Burton movie set in an alternate reality where Halloween monsters (and decorations) come to life and attempt to forcibly annex Christmas is enough to eke it onto this list.  With music by Danny Elfman, this world building exercise is utterly charming.

2012, We're All Gonna Die! (Or Not)

First of all, we have to dispel the myth that the Mayans predicted apocalypse for December 2012.  There is absolutely nothing correct about this statement.  The Mayans had a cyclical concept of time, and at the end of their Long Count calendar, the count of days would be reset - just like an odometer rolling over to all zeroes.  An interesting event, and presumably something of a paperwork hassle, but not the END OF DAYS.

In fact, the ancient Mayans themselves were not in agreement about what the end of their Long Count calendar meant.  The general consensus among archaeologists was that it would be a big party.  The concept of "apocalypse" was not spoken or alluded to.  And in fact the Long Count is only one of several calendar systems that the Mayans used.  

Contemporary Mayans (there are some Mayan tribes surviving in Guatemala) have no interest in or fear of 2012.  It's not a "thing" for them.  Because the whole thing was cooked up by some nutty Westerner forty years ago, and it has nothing to do with the actual Mayans.

A lot of this Mayan nonsense can be placed squarely at the feet of John Major Jenkins, who Wikipedia describes as an "independent researcher."  Truer words have never been spoken.  Jenkins has long championed the connection between the end of the Mayan calendar and the solstice, as well as a random kettle of other coincidences.  (A similar "pattern" could be found for any given date at any point in human history, of course.)

To say that the 2012 prophecies are "unscientific" is to be entirely accurate.  Jenkins is quoted as saying "Modern profane science is the degenerate descendant of an ancient sacred science that long ago perceived and embraced many dimensions of reality."  In the case of the Mayans, I guess that means that Jenkins believes that sickness is caused by "the captivity of one's soul by supernatural beings."  The Mayans also correlated the color of herbal cures with the color of the illness, therefore prescribing a yellow plant for jaundice, and burning "feathers of red birds in curing yellow fever."

It's difficult to address any of the specific modern 2012 prophecies with a straight face.  Each is more absurd than the last.  For example, the idea of a "Planet X" or "Nibiru collision" is patently ridiculous, but that doesn't stop people from believing in it.  It's worth noting that this idea originates from a woman who claims that she received the information from the aliens of Zeta Reticuli (Note: not an actual star system) via a telepathic transmitter in her head (note: insane).

The fundamental problem with the Nibiru theory is that Nibiru cannot possibly exist.  It cannot follow the trajectory "predicted" for it, it would be visible to the naked eye, and everything Nibiru is said to cause (i.e. stopping the rotation of Earth) violate basic physics.  Not even the fancy physics - just the regular stuff, like what you'd see on any given pool table.

As for the various "galactic alignment" theories, there are two problems: 1) none of them are true alignments, and 2) even if there were going to be alignments, nothing would happen.  Surely we have seen enough of these supposed cosmic alignments to have learned that when things happen to line up (as, in a complex system like the universe, surely they sometimes must) that doesn't mean that God (or worse, neutrinos) descends from Heaven and smites us all.

"V" The Freeper Remake

Being a child of the 80s, I was mildly excited to see the "V" remake.  "V" was a seminal television series when I was a kid, we talked about it all the time at school after it aired in 1983.  Plus I had pet hamsters, so after "V" aired, pretty much everyone who picked up one of my hamsters pretended to eat it.  (Yes, hilarious.  Just as funny the 10,000th time as the first.  Honest.)

I re-watched the original "V" a few years ago and… I did not feel that it had held up.  Some things play better to a ten year old audience than a thirty year old audience, you know?  In some ways, the original series was still as powerful, but in other ways (particularly the special effects and costumes) it just seemed campy.

Presumably the remake of "V" would have better special effects, but would it be less campy?  The answer is "No, but in a really weird way."

About 3/4ths of the way through the episode, the script makes its agenda clear.  The leader of the visitors (Morena Baccarin, better known as space whore Inara from "Firefly") has called a global press conference to talk about their plans.  In exchange for obtaining some necessary minerals from our planet, the visitors will cure all of our ills.

"Universal Health Care?" the stooge reporter asks.

"If you want to call it that," she says, with a sly smile.

The original "V" was intended as a political thriller, and a "Nazi allegory."  It used the "body snatcher" premise to play with the idea that your best friends, your neighbors, and your entire country could gradually give itself over to the Nazis.  

This premise has been updated, but please to be substituting "Obama" for "Nazi."  This immediately rubs me the wrong way, because it directly leverages the "Obama = Hitler" thing that the paranoid Right has been trotting out whenever they can (seemingly unaware that they are self-Godwinning).  How "making sure people don't lose their homes because they get sick" equates to "Hitler" is beyond me, frankly, despite the time I've spent trying to figure it out.

"V" further pushes the analogy by playing the indoctrination card.  I'm sure you have heard by now of the Freeper panic regarding school children being "indoctrinated" based on one or two YouTube clips of little kids singing songs that mention President Obama.  Once again, how this counts as "indoctrination" is beyond me.  But logic is not a Freeper's strong suit, and they have the unmitigated gall to trot out the Hitler Youth comparison whenever possible.

Just to make the whole thing worse, there's only one black man in the show, and he is literally a traitor to his race.  He's a Visitor who has escaped, and is working hard to "blend in" and "pass" as human.  He gets drawn back into the anti-Visitor fray at the end of the premiere, but I'm not willing to keep watching to see if he ends up lynched.

Poe Fans Give The Raven's Writer a Reburial

We often hear about how poor and destitute yet brilliant people were given meager funerals, barely recognized for their genius during their time. While many of these accounts may not be true (such as in the case of Christopher Columbus), others have been proven to be quite accurate.

One such funeral was that of gifted master of the macabre, Edgar Allan Poe. His funeral, only three minutes in length, was so short, with almost no one in attendance, that he wasn’t even given a sermon. He wasn’t given a headstone, either. Though he was exhumed and reburied in 1875, and several poets were invited to attend, only Walt Whitman came to the reburial.

Poe, who likely drank himself to death in 1849, would probably have been stunned to realize that he has followers in the millions today, let alone awards named after him and millionaire writers citing him as their inspiration for their craft. These avid fans and followers of Poe decided to give him a real way to go in Baltimore, near where he lived, on October 11. And what an extravagant funeral it was!

Surely the several thousand attendees were far more than Poe would have ever imagined; and their garb would have likely surpassed even the poet’s own dark mind as well. Some wore t-shirts proclaiming “Evermore!” Others wore black armbands, widow’s veils, or top hats and tails.

The recreation of his own body would probably have delighted him upon seeing it in the redwood casket, delivered in style by a horse-drawn carriage. Actors in period costume and roles gave eulogies and commentary, and a funeral procession with bagpipes playing “Amazing Grace” was another main feature. Fans now say that Poe was given a proper burial. (You can see a video of Poe’s recreated body here.)

Though Poe’s real remains are still buried at a church in Southeast Baltimore where he was finally laid to rest, his commemoration is now complete as well. I’m thinking that if Poe really had risen from the grave to see the event, he would have much resembled Johnny Depp’s fainting scene in Sleepy Hollow (you know, the part where he pales, proclaims, “I…. saw him!” and promptly passes out). Of course, he would later have reawakened to an empty graveyard, in which he would have written about it, right?

Is a proper burial so important to anyone as to warrant a third burial? Maybe not for everyone, but in this case, perhaps the more death and dirt, the more burying and shrouded scenes…the better. 

Online Seance Held By Twitter Tries to Reach Michael Jackson

If you’ve ever attended a séance, you know that the ambiance of the room is one of the most—if not the most—important parts. Whether it’s real or fake, either way it’s got to have some wicked effects to be exciting. Maybe the room features billowy curtains, or dim lighting with red and black candles; whatever the effects are, they have to be spooky enough to make the attendees at least feel like something special is going on.

This is why I find it highly funny that the first Twitter séance recently occurred. As popular as Twitter is becoming for everything from news stories to job postings to everything in between, something like a séance is simply not Twitterable. What’s next? Twitter sex? (I’m betting that one’s already been done, hasn’t it?)

So here is how it went down: Twitter users voted on who they wanted to contact and Michael Jackson won—along with Kurt Cobain, River Phoenix, and William Shakespeare. The participants asked questions via Twitter live, and their answers were provided by the event’s host, Angels Fancy Dress, a store in London.

The shop did at least employ a bona fide psychic for the event. Jayne Wallace, who has been reported to have contacted recently deceased spirits earlier this year, says that she made contact with three of the four stars—and they each had a pretty interesting tale to share.

Cobain, says Wallace, was sorry that drugs destroyed him. She also reports that the lead singer of Nirvana caused her physical harm before he answered her question.

Jackson and Phoenix were apparently more benevolent spirits. Wallace claims that Jackson was singing when she contacted him at first—no big surprise there. She tweeted that Jackson told her that he shold have asked for help, and that he was finally at peace—news that fans worldwide were surely glad to hear.

Wallace, considered a well-respected medium in the psychic community, also claims that Phoenix says he is sorry about the way he died and that his brother is a better actor. I have to laugh at that; surely the psychic was having a laugh at this one, at both the readers’ as well as Phoenix’s expense.

Wallace says that Shakespeare could not be reached. Perhaps the bard was elsewhere, or simply too busy for such parochial entertainment.

Over 4,000 responses were given during the event, far surpassing the store’s initial expectations. You have to admit, as a publicity stunt, it was a pretty unique idea.

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