Vajda Pál (1854-1917) szépírásiskolájának hirdetőtáblája. Budapest, II. Fő u. 49. – a polgári iskolai tanár ükunokája ma is ebben a házban él.
Pencraft/handwriting school advertising plate, Budapest, Hungary.
“World Fantasy awards pressed to drop HP Lovecraft trophy in racism row
Authors say statuette of the notorious science fiction author is inappropriate to honour modern sci-fi and fantasy writers
The board of the World Fantasy awards has said that it is “in discussion” about its winners’ statuette, modelled on the late HP Lovecraft, after calls for the trophy to be changed due to Lovecraft’s “fundamental racism”.
Over the past four decades, the prestigious fantasy prize has been won by writers including Michael Moorcock, Gene Wolfe and Haruki Murakami. It comes in the shape of a bust of Lovecraft, the creator of the Cthulhu mythos and prolific writer of weird fiction, who – 2011’s best novel winner Nnedi Okorafor was stunned to discover – was also the author of a poem that concludes with a description of black people as “a beast … in semi-human figure … filled … with vice”.
At the time, the Nigerian-American author wrote of her conflicted feelings over the fact that “a statuette of this racist man’s head is one of my greatest honours as a writer”. Now her fellow author Daniel José Older has launched a petition calling for the organisers of the prize to make the late African-American science fiction writer Octavia Butler the inspiration for the statue rather than Lovecraft.
Older has almost 2,500 signatories to date, including Okorafor and other authors; he writes that while Lovecraft “did leave a lasting mark on speculative fiction, he was also an avowed racist and a terrible wordsmith”, and “it’s time to stop co-signing his bigotry and move sci-fi/fantasy out of the past”.
Older said there had been “thoughtful and brilliant points made on all sides and some ridiculous, nonsensical trolling” in response to his suggestion, adding that he “wasn’t surprised that some folks took personal offence to the petition. Lovecraft has long been fandom’s favourite racist and it’s always fascinating to watch people tie themselves in all sorts of rhetorical knots trying to justify appalling hatred on the one hand and sloppy prose on the other.””
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Where are you now, Ray Bradbury?
My Winnipeg by Guy Maddin. Can a visually inventive and technically ingenious movie full of playful surrealism become dead boring? Yes. Yes it can.
Gersen gathered his small packet of belongings and departed the tavern, declining the twelve-year-old boy’s proffer of assistance. Once more he walked north across the gray heath. Crossing the ridge, he looked back toward the tavern. Staunch and secure it stood, facing the black, wind-whipped sea — utterly alone. Gersen shook his head dubiously and turned away. “Everyone is the same,” he told himself. “Anxious to arrive and, when they leave, wondering why they came.”
A few minutes later he took Teehalt’s boat aloft on its boosters, then pointed it back towards the Oikumene and cut in the oversplit. Smade’s Planet dwindled astern and, with its white dwarf sun, presently became lost, a single spark among a million. Stars slid by like fireflies blown on a dark wind, the light reaching Gersen by backsplash or backcurl, wherein the Döppler effect played no role. Perspective was lost; the eye was fooled; stars moved astern, the near slipping across the far. Within hand reach? A hundred yards distant? Ten miles? The eye had no tool by which to judge.
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