SF/F, sociology, some recipes. Updates every other Friday.

Author: R. Jean Mathieu (Page 4 of 21)

2023 Year in Review…and Eligibility for 2024

Been a Hell of a year, hasn’t it? Then again, so was the entire Trump administration.

My year opened with a double-embolism and ended with a gout attack. In between came the slow-motion loss of my day job and the resulting chaos bringing my rhythm of writing, editing, mailing, remailing, updating, hustling crashing down around my ears.

But still, we goddamn got things done. My story, “The Voluntolds of America,” hit the shelves in November in the pages of Reclaiming Joy, from WriteHive. I qualified for the SFWA. Lyra turned one. I sat down with Ann LeBlanc and with Ai Jiang. I hosted a panel at the Nebulas. And I published. Not just reprints, either.

Some of them are fresh and eligible for the most prestigious awards in speculative fiction.

Here’s what’s eligible for prizes and awards in 2024 – note them down and write them in. Who knows? We just might win.

I got two Quaker articles published, “A Quaker Rosary” in Western Friend and “A Friend with Taoist Notions” in Friends’ Journal. Western Friend called me back for an interview on their podcast even. One reader reached out about my thoughts on martial arts in the meeting-house, and that article will be coming out in 2024. And that wasn’t the only one – no less than Matt Selznick interviewed me for Sonitotum.

Speaking of podcasts – I launched Solidarity Forever: The History of American Labor, with notes right here on R. Jean’s Mathieu’s Innerspace. This is the soup-to-nuts labor history in this country, the bloodiest labor history in the developed world, from 1619 to 2024 and beyond. And if you don’t like that labor history, go out and make some of your own!

I have Doña Ana Lucía Serrano …to the Future! out under review by agents, I have stories in the mail, and I have a new novel, The Thirty-Sixth Name, a YA Jewish fantasy swashbuckler, open in Word. I have stories to tell, and a voice to be heard.

And, oddly enough, I feel like 2024 will be a pretty good year.


Eligibility: The Voluntolds of America

“Voluntolds of America”

Eligible for: Hugo Award, Nebula Award
Genre: Science Fiction
Subgenre: Solarpunk as fuck
Publication: Reclaiming Joy
Publisher: Inked in Gray LLC
Link: Amazon.com, Goodreads
Category: Short Story
Voted “Most Uncomfortably Relevant” by the people I read it to!


Eligibility: Cambermann’s Painter

“Cambermann’s Painter”

Eligibility: Nebula Award, Hugo Award, Locus Award
Genre: Steampunk
Subgenre: Satire
Publisher: FedoraArts Press
Link: Amazon.com, Goodreads
Category: Flash
Voted “Most Too-Clever-By-Half” by a small collection of randos!


Eligibility: The Man Who Shot Lü Dongbin

“The Man Who Shot Lü Dongbin”

Eligibility: World Fantasy Award, Locus Award, Nebula Award, Hugo Award
Genre: Fantasy
Subgenre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: FedoraArts Press
Link: Amazon.com, Goodreads
Category: Short Story
Voted “Most Mathieuvian” by my wife!


Eligibility: Fire Marengo

Fire Marengo

Eligibility: Hugo Award, Nebula Award, Locus Award
Genre: Science Fiction
Subgenre: Sea Story/Solarpulp
Publisher: FedoraArts Press
Link: the Innerspace Newsletter (free with signup)
Category: Novelette
Voted “Most Entertaining to Listen To” by several local writers!


Eligibility: Lost Signal

“Lost Signal”

Lost Signal, by R. Jean Mathieu. Cover art by Melissa Weiss Mathieu.

Eligible For: Shirley Jackson Award, Bram Stoker Award
Genre: Horror
Subgenre: Psychological Horror
Publisher: FedoraArts Press
Link: Amazon.com, Goodreads
Category: Short Story
Voted “Most Likely to Make People Listen for Darkness” by one beta-reader!

“Lost Signal,” by R. Jean Mathieu

This last story of the year is a proper Nouvel’An scary story, fresh from the northern snows. Dare you tune into the “Lost Signal”?

Cover art, Melissa Weiss Mathieu.

“This is Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.” Brian confirmed. Then he confirmed something else: “Identify.”

“I am …Russian Robin.” It sounded like his voice, but through a vocoder, or fed back through AutoTune. Something was deeply wrong with the Siberian.

“What is your high-tech RF installation there, Russian Robin?” Brian asked, thinking fast.

“Never mind that stuff.” Russian Robin had avoided cursing. “You must listen to me, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. You must hear me.”

Something in the way he said it – “you must hear me” – caught Brian’s attention. What new mystery was this?

“Do you still have that station on your other machine?”

“No.” Brian lied. He turned the volume down low. Just low enough he could still almost hear her voice, pleading for him, behind the banal list of numbers.

Fourteen. Twelve. Seven.

“Good. I think it is listening to us.” Here Russian Robin spoke in a hiss. “I ask you, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot: what if there is nothing back of the station?”

“What?” Brian blinked. “Repeat, Russian Robin, please repeat.”

“I repeat: what if there is nothing behind Jelly Baby? No government. No warm bodies. No transmitter.”

“Then how do we hear it?”

“Perhaps it is alive.” Russian Robin hissed so Brian’s ears popped.

Brian, I love you…Brian Coban, where are you?!

A late-night radio DJ in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness, Brian Coban is determined to crack the mystery of the rogue numbers station broadcasting from somewhere in the land of the midnight sun. But the station holds more secrets than he bargained for – a series of secret numbers to one, a mysterious, haunting song for another. And for Brian?

A woman’s voice, calling out to him.

With the help of his two friends across the Arctic, Brian is dead set on triangulating, tracking, and unraveling the secrets of the station and discover what it truly wants – and why it knows his name.

If you enjoyed the suspense and mystery of the movie Frequency, you’ll be sure to love this chilling tale of the price of obsession…

Buy “Lost Signal” today!

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John Macrae

Remembering Armistice Day…and may there be an armistice all over the Earth next Armistice Day.

Solidarity Forever: The History of American Labor

Solidarity Forever - Annie Willcox
The History of American Labor

I’m proud to announce the first episode of my new podcast, Solidarity Forever: The History of American Labor, has dropped at Acast and your local podcast app.

Solidarity Forever is, as it says on the tin, the history of American labor – from 1619 to the 21st century. Informed by my reading on labor history and organization, and my own lived union experience, I aim to provide the big picture of American labor history – who the mill girls were, what happened at Homestead, the first Red Scare, what a sit-down strike is – and the tools you need to go out and make some labor history of your own.

This first episode, “The History of the History of American Labor” discusses what labor unions are, what the podcast is about, who I am, and why you should care. It’s fifteen minutes long – go have a listen.

Earth-Adapted Recipes: Mirelurk Cakes (Shovelhead Supper)

The past few weeks, I’ve been playing a lot of Fallout 4. It started out as an excuse to boom headshot slavers and raiders, but then I got into the settlement system.

Like.

Way into the settlement system.

The General in her Minuteman work uniform at the groundbreaking of Sanctuary Hills’ common house.

If architecture is politics, then my Sole Survivor’s “wherever we go, we build a common house, a shared kitchen, a garden, a library, a place to drink, and a place to dance” is my own socialism in stone (well, in concrete, wood, and metal). My imagination exploded unbidden, conjuring emerald cities from grains of wasteland sand and the Minutemen reformed into something like a bastard cross between a Roman legion and the Civilian Conservation Corps, a force proud to “eat Super Mutants and shit roads.” Each Minuteman armed not just with a laser musket, but a flare gun and a shovel. As they plant gardens, lay rail tracks, dig wells, and clear out ghoul nests, they’d need something to eat.

And I thought about how all my Fallout characters enjoy mirelurk cakes (despite how many of them keep kosher) and the intriguing fruits of the in-game cook stations…some of which, despite my best efforts, I wanted to try. After retaking the Castle from the sea monster and declaring a clam cake jamboree the likes of which Boston has never seen to celebrate, I knew what I had to do.

Hence, the “shovelhead supper,” “the dinner that beat the Brotherhood of Steel.” Mirelurk cakes, shipped from Boston alongside the Gwinnett stout, razorgrain grill biscuits, and vegetable stew from whatever gardens and farms you just helped plant, protect, and harvest.

With Melissa’s (very bemused, non-gamer) friend flew in for dinner, I kind of had to. Just for the look on her face.

Without further ado, your own shovelhead supper – and I’m listing these in order of preparation, so the mirelurk cakes (and homemade aioli) themselves come at the end.

This meal comes in five parts, so if you’d like to jump to the individual recipes, here they are in order of preparation:


Razorgrain Biscuits

(Although they don’t show up in Fallout 4’s cook-stations and campfires, something like these have to exist, since you can also make noodle soup and dumplings. There’s razorgrain, there’s water, there’s sourdough starters, there’s Dutch ovens and cast iron pans, somebody in the Commonwealth has made biscuits! Next time, might experiment with sourdough stout biscuits for lore reasons – after all, the Double Eight Flyer from Vault 88 station brings in razorgrain and Gwinnett stout every morning at 5am, might as well make use.)

Ingredients

  • One cup flour
  • 1 ½ teaspoon baking powder (this is the cheat – although by the time the rails extend all the way to the Capital Wasteland, the Commonwealth might have chemical plants up and running to manufacture the stuff)
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 3 tablespoons oil
  • 1/3 can of Guinness stout
  • Juice of one lemon (or equivalent amount vinegar)

Method

  1. Preheat oven to 450*.
  2. In large glass bowl, mix together flour, baking powder, salt, oil, stout, and lemon juice/vinegar until just combined. Not too mixed or the results will be dense.
  3. Spread flour on flat surface, pour out dough, sprinkle more flour on top, fold. Do this a few times. Don’t work the dough too much.
  4. Lay down greasepaper on an oven pan and drop palmfuls of dough onto it.
  5. Bake for about twenty minutes or until they start to brown.

Vegetable Soup

(Cheap, plentiful, simple. Even Melissa’s non-gamer friend agreed this restores +55 HP. In game, just some dirty water, tatos, and corn, and you’re good to go. I’ve subbed in canned tomatoes for the “tato” fruits, but if you wanna smash your own garden tomatoes you go right on ahead.)

(Special thanks to the Unofficial Vault Cookbook for this recipe)

Ingredients

  • Five medium carrots, diced
  • One large onion, diced
  • Three stalks celery, diced
  • Three to six cloves garlic, minced
  • Two cups vegetable broth (or “dirty water”)
  • Two cans tomatoes
  • Two to three corn cobs
  • Mixed mushrooms (glowing mushrooms and brain fungus, if you can find them)
  • Three medium potatoes, diced in half-inch or one-inch dice
  • Italian seasoning mix and one bay leaf (my substitute for “scrub plant”)
  • Salt
  • Pepper (or minced peppers)

Method

  1. Set your mise en scene and start chopping vegetables. Work with a buddy. Have a glass. Sing. You’ll be here awhile.
  2. Special note: Shuck the corn, chop off the ends, cut the cob into two-to-three inch sections, and carve the corn off the cob in chunks – you should get four or five flattish chunks of corn from each section, as well as a bunch of loose kernels.
  3. Once all the vegetables are chopped, set a Dutch oven or stew pot on the burner and heat some cooking oil.
  4. When the oil is hot, throw in the onion, carrot, celery, and mushrooms. As the onions are turning translucent, add the garlic.
  5. About a minute after you’ve added the garlic, pour in the vegetable broth, tomatoes (liquid included), corn kernels and chunks, and potatoes.
  6. Add the seasonings and bay leaf.
  7. Let boil, bring down to a simmer. Taste every ten minutes, adding salt and pepper as needed. Should be done in forty minutes to an hour.

Homemade Mayonnaise

(I made homemade both for lore reasons [have you ever seen butter or mayo anywhere in the Wasteland? Thought not!] and because homemade mayonnaise is simple to make and inexplicably impressive to guests. This is probably close to what “Marjorie” makes.)

Ingredients

  • two large eggs
  • one cup oil, as neutral as possible (in-game, I imagine this is one of the edible gun-cleaning oils [that actually exist!], I used canola)
  • juice of one lemon (or equivalent amount of white vinegar)
  • sea salt

Method

  1. Set your mise en scene – then leave it for half an hour. Seriously, you want everything room temperature for this.
  2. Separate the yolk for one of the eggs and deposit in large glass mixing bowl, along with the whole other egg.
  3. Add in the acid (either the vinegar or lemon juice) and a sprinkle of sea salt. Mix well.
  4. Keep mixing for your life, add the oil in drop.
  5. By.
  6. Drop.
  7. Make sure the oil mixes in and does not separate.
  8. When the mayonnaise forms ribbons behind your spoon/spatula, stop adding oil. If you’ve made this ahead of time, go ahead and refrigerate it for a bit – it’ll last for three days in there.

Mirelurk Cakes

(the piece de resistance of the Minutemen’s main meal, as literally adapted from the Fallout 3 easter egg in Anchorage Memorial.)

1 bucket mirelurk meat
12 eggs, mixed up
1 loaf bread, stale and crumbled
1 bottle mayonnaise (see Marjorie for mayo)
1 branch scrub plant, dried and crushed
2 fists of salt
Oil (for pan)

Remove any shell from mirelurk. In bucket, toss together bread, egg, scrub and mayo until moistened, but do not over mix. Add any available spices for taste

Ball up 25-30 cakes, 1/2 to 3/4 inches thick. Place in freezer until they firm up. Sprinkle batch with salt.

In a heavy pan, fry cakes in oil, turning once until both sides are brown

The original fallout 3 recipe

Ingredients

  • Two or three cans clam meat (shells and bullets removed)
  • Cooking oil
  • Green onions and thyme (or whatever local herbs are available)
  • One large egg (chicken will do in a pinch)
  • Sea salt
  • One or two slices sourdough bread, crumbled (when we make this again, we’re making the biscuits ahead of time and crumbling one or two of them in for additional authenticity)
  • Pepper (or carefully minced peppers)
  • Mayonnaise

Method

  1. Set out mise en scene, make the mayonnaise, crumble the bread, mince the green onions.
  2. In a large bowl, crack the egg, add pepper, salt, green onions, half the crumbs, and 1/3 cup mayonnaise.
  3. Drain the crab meat and toss it in. Mix, but not too well – you want a little bit of everything in each bite, not a homogenous mass. If it’s too dry, add in the egg white from the mayonnaise.
  4. Refrigerate half an hour or so – this is a great time to make the aioli for dipping.
  5. Spread the other half the crumbs on a flat surface or large plate.
  6. Shape the crab cakes into patties about the size of your palm. You should get a dozen or two dozen patties this way.
  7. Coat each patty in the spread bread crumbs and set aside.
  8. Heat up enough oil to just coat the bottom of your cast iron pan.
  9. Fry the mirelurk cakes in batches (or all at once, if you have a hilariously oversized cast iron pan that needs two burners, like we do). Turn once, cook until both sides are brown and the middle is cooked through.

Homemade Aioli

(this is more garlic mayonnaise than a true aioli, but it can be quickly and easily assembled from the remaining homemade mayonnaise and really brings the mirelurk cakes to a new level. Lorewise, I like to imagine my [former housewife] Sole Survivor started whipping it up for the jamboree and it became a Minuteman tradition to imitate the General.)

Ingredients

  • The remaining homemade mayonnaise
  • Mustard (1/2 teaspoon dry mustard or one teaspoon Dijon mustard – given some of the other things that survived 200 years after the Great War, I have to imagine both wild mustards out on the East Coast and tins of powdered mustard in bakery basements can be found)
  • Garlic, minced (at least three cloves)

Method

  1. Take the remaining mayonnaise.
  2. Gently mix in garlic and mustard to taste.

Pour the vegetable soup into a bowl (a tin Army surplus mess kit for authenticity), set the mirelurk cakes on a plate and drizzle with the aioli, serve with one or two biscuits for dipping and an Ice-Cold Nuka Cola or Ice-Cold Gwinnett (Guiness) Stout. Guaranteed rad free! Swap tales of killing a deathclaw with your bare hands.

Mirelurk cakes, razorgrain biscuits, homemade aioli, and vegetable soup - the shovelhead supper
Photo by Melissa Mathieu.

A Friend with Taoist Notions

The taiji, or yin-yang, the internationally recognized Taoist symbol - though the way that can be symbolized is not the real Way, of course

In the online edition of this month’s Friends Journal (the country’s largest Quaker magazine), they’ve published my essay “A Friend with Taoist Notions” as part of their Ecumenical Friends issue!

In it, I discuss how my youthful convincement of Taoist principles and cosmology led me to become a Quaker, and how the Tao fulfills itself through Friends.

If my philosophical natterings are your bag, head on over to Friends Journal and give it a read!

Guest Post: Barbie and the Power of Embodiment

This is a guest post from Melissa Mathieu on our second date in just over a year.

The Barbie movie affected me more than I imagined — I cried a lot during the movie. Margot Robbie’s Barbie showing empathy far beyond what I expected from a movie in the Marvel era. There’s a togetherness that all women and femmes do share, in our pain, and in our shared experience of oppression. The oppression is often structural, often relational, but it also limits us at to possibilities.

Barbie came from a world where Kens are superfluous. As a child, I played with Barbies, not baby dolls, which made me feel somewhat less feminine than I should have been, and yet fashion and the form of an adult women (however anatomically incorrect) held my interest whereas baby dolls didn’t make any sense to me. Ken was truly superfluous in this context (unlike my husband, who is very much needed).

Husband in his suit; wife in her extreme femme look

What are you supposed to do with him? And Barbies kissing other Barbies was very common among all the children I played with. Ken just didn’t make sense in that context. It wasn’t playing house, which I also enjoyed, it was very much an exercise in self-identity, in vanity, and in the female image. This is pre-male gaze. It’s the female gaze, and that is one of the things I loved most about the Barbie movie.

My jaw literally dropped for the first 15 minutes of the movie. My eyes bathed in colors and sparkles. It truly moved me to see spaces, even fake ones, where it was all about the girl’s point of view. Restraint? Not needed. Accommodations for men? Unwarranted. The visuals were beautiful to me, and as an adult, I realized how deprived I feel of extreme femininity (trans femininity included). There is something so delicious to me about extreme femme spaces. In our town there’s a place called the Madonna Inn which is pink, pink, pink.

Pictured: PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHNK

I love the surreality of the space. How much more did I relish the idea of being cute, of no restraint, of pure love of color and sparkles, of the adorable outfits Barbie wore, especially the white and blue ones.

There is something missing in me. The embodied vanity, the pure joy of being femme without the baggage of being a new mother, a tough woman in a man’s world, of just allowing my form to be totally embodied as a work of art, but also as an ego wrapped in a supremely beautiful body. Barbie in the real world sits at a bus stop with an elderly woman, and says to her “You are so beautiful.’ The elderly woman replies, ‘I know it.’ It’s not just about vanity or beauty. It’s a way of fully embodying my form. Something I haven’t had the freedom of experiencing since I was 13.

I remember that rich summer. I was largely alone, and felt amazing. It was the 90s and the 70s were in. I spent that summer both being in my body, and seeing myself as a very glamorous — being in my vintage clothes, listening to Jimi Hendrix, and The Carpenters (why? I can’t tell you), and a bit of Hole and Nirvana. I took time doing my makeup, and being creative with my hairstyles, spending 45 minutes bathing and shaving my legs. You might say that is childish, but I don’t think so. The creativity, the self-adoration, the freedom were intoxicating. I crave that kind of love and embodiment.

Cut to 2023, My worries about survival, my complete focus on my baby, and the demands she places on my body— the deprivation and the disconnection from having to wait on my own needs to care for her, they block “the me that feels” a lot of the time, the part that has my own thoughts. I want to see that freedom again, and truly, fully enjoy how beautiful I look in a dress (however I look).

Someday I will have a bathroom or a boudoir that is totally femme. Ballet pink and gold. Just for me. A pre-male gaze space. When I was a young child, I hated pink. It felt forced on me, when what i[I can change this, but I sense this part is very much stream of consciousness, and would leave it like this if you prefer] really wanted to wear was purple and red and yellow. But today I can honestly say I love pink. I spent 30ish years hating the color, and now you can see I love it. It’s actually a darker shade of purple to some extent.

Pink dress is looooong…

There are many more things I could say about the movie. I think it’s a good reminder of how little progress we’ve truly made as femmes/women. The double standards are ridiculous. I’ve carefully cultivated friendships with people who love others regardless of gender, and don’t tear them down. I’ve gained power as a femme, but what crushes me isn’t the systemic oppression, it’s the way I’ve dulled myself down, the way I’ve lost my sparkle (literally, there is nothing sparkly in my whole wardrobe) to fit into a man’s world.

Also just an aside, they should’ve had Barbie eat, at least when she became human. It’s a small thing, but I think it’s important that girls and women see beautiful women eating. We deserve to enjoy food! I also really enjoyed seeing the Jewish creator of Barbie so lovingly portrayed by Rhea Perlman, and how loving and nurturing she was to Barbie. No feminism is complete without including older women, and no feminism is complete without being intersectional. (Where were the queer and non-binary Barbies?)

I’d like to see a world where all people are free to gender how they want. I want to stop having to be tough, I want to stop having to be feminine. I want to be this messy, sexy human that is me. We all deserve free expression.

Wife wears flowers, earrings, lipstick and has drink with coveted pink umbrella
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