Deconstruction Roundup for April 3rd, 2020

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who just managed to irretrievably torch a Firefox session, but thankfully, all the things on it could get lost, anyway.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Ana Mardoll: Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are stuck in a liminal state that has no clear point where it will be finished. Or for any other reason, really.

Dragongirl: Exceptionalism

When we last left Fiona, she was about to talk to Ellor about borrowing Tintoval to have a look at the much-recovered T’mar, who regained consciousness after his bronze was involved in three mating flights and their attendant energies, even if Kindan and Lorana were the ones physically present to keep Zirenth on task. In one of those mating flights, Fiona came to herself to find herself and Kindan having sex, and she angsted quite a bit about whether or not she was stealing Kindan away from Lorana, even though Lorana, at least for the moment, has been the one engineering their getting together and saying that she’s perfectly fine sharing Kindan with Fiona. T’mar, apparently, thought that being a Weyrwoman meant loving more than one person, but since he had this explanation given to him while he wasn’t in full possession of his faculties, one wonders whether he’s really truly okay with all of it, including the possible sex, or whether T’mar believed “love” was much more metaphorical than physical.

Dragongirl, Chapter 13, continued: Content Notes:

So, over some food, Fiona expresses her desire to borrow Tintoval.

Ellor pursed her lips before responding. “You’ll bring her back?”
Fiona gave her a look of surprised hurt in reply.
“It’s just that so many people seem to stay in your wake once attracted,” Ellor said, working hard to keep her expression neutral. “Lorana, Kindan, even that weyrwoman from High Reaches, Jeila.”
“I think Jeila chose Telgar more for H’nez than me.”
Ellor shook her head. “And why do you think H’nez is at Telgar?”
The question caught Fiona off balance. “He’d been fighting with K’lior, he wanted to be posted to another Weyr.”
“All true,” Ellor said, clearly believing none of those reasons to be the principal one.

Because that was the first open Weyr that he could go to, and K’lior said it was a good idea. We know that. Ellor, however, seems to suggest that there’s more than that as a reason.

“I’ve no love for H’nez!”
“No,” Ellor said. “And I’m sure he knows that, too.”
“So why would he want to be at Telgar?”
Ellor sighed, clearly debating something with herself before deciding to say, “Because you are good for him.”
Fiona raised her eyebrows in response.
Ellor gave her a quick grin. “Sometimes, even when we don’t want to admit it, we know that someone has something we can learn from them.”
“H’nez can learn from me?”
Ellor nodded. “And you can learn from him.”
“He’s not without hs strengths,” Fiona admitted reluctantly. “And Jeila seems to be a good judge of character.”
“And while I’ve never known him not to be a bit bullheaded, H’nez is perceptive enough to know his own weaknesses,” Ellor said. “And driven enough to strive to remove them.”
“I certainly see ‘driven,’ ” Fiona said, taking a sip of her klah.

Cocowhat by depizan

This is some bullshit, man. Perhaps more formally: Your Honor, I object. The narrative is presenting facts not in evidence. It’s entirely in the keeping of how these books are being written, and how the narrative keeps insisting that H’nez is something other than a bronze rider with an overinflated sense of ego, and that Fiona keep noticing these hidden depths to H’nez and the others when they act like something apparently different than their core person, but it’s still pretty clear that H’nez would much rather be in charge and running the place his own way, in his very traditionalist no-women-with-power-ever style. We’ll have to see whether being partnered up with Jeila rounds the edges off or causes some actual change, but no, H’nez has yet to demonstrate that he can do any of the things that Ellor attributes to him. Which Fiona rightly snarks at, because she hasn’t seen any of it, either. That the narrative is still on this idea of making H’nez redeemable makes me worry that he’s going to turn out to be important to the plot in some way, rather than just being the asshole rider that has to be put in his place or flung out somewhere else that will be better-suited to him.

After this exchange, and promising to get Tintoval back quickly to Ellor, Tintoval agrees to going on the trip, with a request to stop by the Healer Hall and collect a few of the newly-minted journeypeople for the trip, so as to get them field experience and “tantalize some of them with the allure of Weyr life.” In conversation with Betrony, the Masterhealer, Fiona asks if he’d be willing to take on Bekka (and Seban) as apprentices. Betrony asks a few questions about Bekka, understands that she’s cast in the same mold as Fiona(?) and Tintoval, and says that he’ll take them. That gets a little clearer with an exchange of jokes about how Fiona apparently learned a bit herself about Healing, which she attributes to “[a]ll those lessons you gave me,” prompting the response that Betrony thought she was asleep for most of his lessons. And also making me wonder whether the Healer Hall has the same “send your daughters to us to learn useful arts” arrangement that the Harper Hall has, and if so, whether this is replicated across the planet, or whether it’s a quirk of Fort Hold being so close to the Healer (and Harper) Halls that the children of Fort’s Lord get trained in both of those places for at least some amount. I’d personally enjoy for it to be a worldwide thing, and wonder whether the daughters of the Big Lord Holders get rotated around all of the Crafts to learn some useful arts as part of learning how to run a household and to see where their strengths and weaknesses might be. (Which would be way cooler, of course, if those daughters weren’t treated as second-class characters only there because their daddies bought some training for them to make them more marriageable instead of a viable pool of potential apprentices to draw from. One good thing about the Toddverse is that it’s much more populated with women as part of at least a few crafts, even if they’re not evenly distributed across everything.)

We also are treated to Fiona making light of something that she was furious about in the first book of the series.

As she climbed up behind Tintoval, she said loudly, “Healer, be sure the others are properly hooked on with the riding straps. The weyrfolk are under strict orders to let plummeting healers fall.”
Tintoval turned back long enough to give Fiona a droll look, recalling their first meeting and how Fiona had been rebuked for risking the life of a queen and her rider for a mere healer, before turning back and making sure the others were secure. Fiona craned around her side to make her own inspection and, satisfied, sat upright before ordering Talenth to leap once more for the sky.

I assume this has to be a joke, because I don’t think Fiona has had so much of a personality change in her time at Igen that she would seriously say something like this. That said, it’s a joke that really only works between her and Tintoval. For the other Healers on board, unless they have the context, that wouldn’t be funny at all. And given how furious Finoa was in the beginning, I don’t understand why she would choose to make fun of this, unless her attitudes really have changed significantly since she chewed out a bronze rider for not having enough straps and for flying dangerously enough that the new healer might have been endangered. This would be the part where having the narrative give us some extra description as to how Fiona delivers this makes all the difference in figuring out how it was intended and how it was received. Because this sort of thing might really sour someone’s initial impression of Telgar Weyr if they think the Weyrwoman is seriously being cavalier with their lives and safety.

The trip to Telgar is uneventful, and the three healers, named Birentir (used to be a Harper, now a Healer), Cerra, and Lindorm, all clamber up to the correct Weyr, where they meet Kindan and Lorana. Cerra has apparently met Kindan before, and Birentir offers profound thanks to Lorana for what she’s done to save everyone, which Lorana is ambivalent about. At that point, since Tintoval has very pointedly not said or done anything (which Fiona understands as Tintoval saying that she’s not going to lead things), Birentir turns his attention to T’mar, asking questions about how long it’s been since the concussion and what roused him. When Fiona provides some of those answers, Birentir is “dismissive”, which sets Fiona’s blood boiling and probably sets up what happens later – when Birentir chases a tangent about who’s actually in charge, and tells Kindan that Zist will be waiting for his report, Cerra cuts him off and Fiona throws him out.

“Oh, please!” Cerra cut him off. “Would you get out of the way, so we can see to the patient?”
I am examining him,” Birentir said haughtily.
“No, you’re not,” Fiona declared, gesturing for him to move away from T’mar. “In fact, you’re just leaving. I think you’ll find some food in the Dining Cavern.”
“You can’t–” Birentir spluttered in amazement “I’m the senior here and you’re–you’re just a girl!
Shh, Talenth! Fiona called as she felt her queen readying to bellow in angry support of her rider.
“You idiot,” Bekka snapped, with an impertinence that surprised everyone, “she’s the Weyrwoman, she can do whatever she farding well pleases!”

Well, good to know that certain ableist terms have gone all the way through to the far future, even though by the time the book was written, I think 21st c. Terra is pretty well on the pathway to understanding that IQ means nothing and that the term “idiot” is used solely in insulting ways. But, of course, the strangest of things survive in Pern.

Secondly, though, how is Birentir able to mistake Fiona for “just a girl,” given that she’s clearly a gold rider and therefore has to have at least some level of importance in the Weyr that she’s in? I could see Birentir mistaking Fiona for a junior queen rider, because, as best I can tell, nobody really walks around with their dragon color and rank on their sleeves all the time. (Well, maybe the bronze riders do.) So perhaps Birentir didn’t know he was insulting the Senior Weyrwoman when he gave her a dismissive look. The only plausible explanation I can think of as to how Birentir manages to step in it so thoroughly is if he’s just completely dismissed any woman as being competent at the healing arts. Despite being in the presence of Master Tintoval and Journeywoman Cerra, you know. Which, sure, that’s entirely plausible for Pern and for dudes, but it still sounds like the kind of thing that it takes a really specific combination of ego, lack of tact, and lack of intelligence to manage. On the gripping hand, there are more than enough stories of our era about how women have had to fight their own doctors to get their pain and symptoms recognized as something other than hysteria or something psychological, so&hellip:.

Anyway, getting back to the second half of Fiona giving Berentir the business:

“Shh!” Fiona said to Bekka. “You’re hurting T’mar’s ears.” She turned to the older healer, saying coldly, with all the dignity learned from Turns watching her father deal with such arrogance, “Journeyman Birentir, I believe that we no longer have need of your services.”
“I–” Birentir’s eyes shifted around the room nervously and he licked his lips. “I’m sorry if I offended, Weyrwoman.”
“I’m sure,” Fiona agreed, gesturing for him to move away. “My headwoman’s name is Shaneese, you might meet her in the Kitchen Cavern.”
Reluctantly, Birentir rose and backed away from the group, his lips moving as he searched for some words that might heal his breech.

So Cerra and Lindorm take over, with Bekka’s help, and while neither Cerra nor Lindorm admit to not having much experience with head injuries, everyone else has plenty of confidence in them because they, at least, knew not to irritate a Weyrwoman in her own Weyr. Which is a pretty terrible thing to base a decision on, but whatever, because Bekka takes charge (as she should, since she’s one of the few characters that’s been given regular agency, even if it keeps getting classified as something impolite) and starts describing the problem – T’mar needs to move, and if they were certain that he doesn’t have spinal injuries or other such things, Bekka would have him get moved, in his sheets, to the pool so he can soak, clean, and possibly move around a bit. Cerra wants to know where Bekka got her knowledge, and in the course of that conversation, Fiona tells them that Bekka has been accepted to the Healer Hall. Bekka jumps for joy at this, and then everyone turns to the question of how to figure out whether T’mar has injuries that would prevent him from moving, with Cerra referring to Bekka as “apprentice Bekka” to reflect her change in status. Cerra takes the lead and shows Bekka how to feel along the head and neck to see if there’s something out of place or wrong. Bekka, practicing on Cerra, points out something wrong, Cerra confirms this, calls it a misalignment, and then pops the offending bone back into place, then has Bekka practice on Lindorm before pronouncing that Bekka’s ready to try it on T’mar. None of the three healers finds anything amiss, so they move T’mar to the bath and lower him into the water. Fiona notes that Lindorm doesn’t hesitate to get his clothes wet to make sure that T’mar is properly cradled and ready to be gently lowered into the bath.

For the next part of the examination, Lindorm mentions they’ll have to strip T’mar of his clothing, which apparently turns into a subtle test of whether Bekka’s ready for the work of healing or not.

“Perhaps Bekka should be excused,” Lindorm said.
“Not if I’m going to be a healer,” Bekka said. Her expression changed and she glanced down to T’mar. “Unless you don’t want me, Weyrleader?”
T’mar smiled. “Were you the one who changed the bandages on my leg?”
“Yes,” Bekka replied offhandedly, not seeing any connection.
“She’s been watching mothers give birth since she could crawl,” Seban said by way of assurance.
“But if you’re going to be embarrassed, Weyrleader, I promise I won’t look,” Bekka said in assurance.
T’mar’s lip twitched. “Do what you must, healer.”
Bekka’s face flamed into a brilliant smile at the compliment.

So now everyone can be sure that seeing naked bodies, as well as gruesome injuries, doesn’t bother Bekka enough to think that she might not have the stomach for being a healer. The plot continues with a further examination of T’mar’s spine, and Bekka suggesting there’s no spinal cord damage because T’mar was completely twitchy while she was changing the bandages on his leg. Cerra and Lindorm are satisfied that there’s no physical damage, but they’re still not sure that there hasn’t been brain damage from the injury, and so they want everyone to be on the lookout for mood changes, memory loss, and other related injuries. (They also refer to it as a brain that’s been hurt, so we continue to have a patchwork understanding of medicine in Pern that’s still best described as “knowledge as the plot demands it.”) With everyone satisfied that T’mar is going to live, there’s a little bit about head injuries, muzziness, and the suggestion that perhaps a future someone is still doing time-travel stuff because Fiona and company are still feeling pretty terrible, even though Tullea cleared up pretty significantly after her stint was finished and she reunited with herself. Fiona also decides to send Seban with Bekka, on the idea that Seban will also present himself as an apprentice, either to healers or harpers, and tells him he doesn’t have a choice in the matter, anyway. (Mostly.) So the group of people heading back to the Healer Hall and Fort are getting themselves ready to go. When Tintoval says she’ll go get Berentir, Fiona tells her not to bother. Tintoval gives her the raised eyebrow, and Fiona explains how she knows that Berentir lost someone in the Plague, a daughter about Fiona’s age, and that he was sick himself, before vowing to become a Healer to prevent it from ever happening again.

“ ’Arrogance is usually born of fear,’ ” Fiona said, nodding toward Kindan, who had told her that many Turns ago. Kindan jerked in surprise, delighted that she’d remembered. With a wry grin, she added, “I seem to have made it a habit to collect arrogant people.”
“It’s because you conquer your fear,” T’mar spoke up from his bed. All eyes turned toward him. “You still feel it, but you don’t let it rule you.”
“I don’t know about that,” Fiona said. The thought flustered her and she sought a means to divert herself from it. “Regardless, I think that we should get everyone back soonest, including Bekka and Seban.”

You know, I think I’m going to go with T’mar here and say that he’s right that Fiona keeps attracting arrogant assholes because she’s a young girl with confidence. I’m going to say his reasoning is entirely wrong, however, because despite Pern claiming to be Galt’s planet, saying they’re all attracted to Finoa’s confidence because they want some for themselves? Nah, brah. They keep coming to try and take Fiona down a peg, and then find out that she won’t take shit from any of them. Fiona then decides she wants to keep them somewhere so they won’t do anyone else any more harm, and if they’re lucky, they might learn how not to be assholes to other people and get over their own egos. Or maybe they stay because they can’t believe that Fiona wasn’t bothered by them and they want to keep going at her until they find out it’s not an act or an affectation. As befits her ability to maintain telepathy with Lorana and the other things that Fiona has already accomplished, Fiona got the Iron Will trait, and there will be many a person who goes up against that and loses spectacularly. The narrative supports my theory, at least in the sense that when Fiona goes down to see Berentir next, after telling T’mar point-blank that if he doesn’t get rest, she’ll kill him, Fiona again demonstrates that she’s not going to be intimidated by anybody.

She was not surprised to see Berentir at one of the pottery wheels, working the clay under the tutelage of Mekiar.
“How is he doing?” Fiona asked, startling the older healer and causing him to ruin the bowl he was forming on the spinning wheel.
“He is learning,” Mekiar replied drolly, glancing up to Fiona. “I would say that at this moment he is learning patience.”
“Good,” she replied. “See that he does.”
Birentir looked askance at her words.
“You’re staying,” she told him. Birentir’s eyes widened in surprise. “Bekka and her father are going back to the Healer Hall and I don’t need you there causing her grief on a daily basis.”
“You would prefer me causing ‘daily grief’ here?” Birentir asked with a flash of humor.
“You won’t be causing me daily grief, healer,” Fiona assured him. She softened her tone as she confided, “I’m more worried about fighting Thread without enough dragons.”

Birentir suggests that Verilan could help with the questions Fiona has, to which Fiona quips that Birentir does have a brain in his head, once he gets past the fact that Fiona’s young. And then the two of them talk about Birentir’s family lost to the Plague, and how Fiona will have Birentir’s stuff sent from the Healer Hall. Birentir thanks her for the second chance, and all of the people who are heading to Fort get on Talenth and Zirenth, and they all do the hyperspace hop successfully.

There’s still more left in this chapter, even though it’s only a few pages long, but there’s going to be more relationship talk and angst, and this is another good stopping point in the narrative, because we’re about to get more information about how potentially prevalent polyamory actually is on Pern. So we’ll stop here for this week and pick up again next week.

Deconstruction Roundup for March 27th, 2020

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is still on an enforced absence due to novel pathogens.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Ana Mardoll: Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings

Elizabeth Sandifer: Eruditorum Press

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are similarly stuck in a liminal state that has no clear point where it will be finished. Or for any other reason, really.

Dragongirl: Picking Up The Pieces

Last time, Talenth went on her mating flight, and while Fiona wasn’t gripped by fear about it (other than needing some talking-through asserting her control over her dragon), it still turned out pretty terribly for her, because unbeknowst to Fiona, Lorana and Kindan were providing a lift for Zirenth to fly in competition, and when Zirenth won the flight through Talenth chasing him for running away, Fiona came back to herself finding that she was boning Kindan. Fiona immediately felt terrible about it. Lorana strongly suggested she engineered the whole thing, along with telling Fiona that she’s entirely okay with the two of them sharing Kindan between themselves.

Dragongirl, Chapter 13: Content Notes: Racism,

Bronze and gold,
Fleet and bold.
Entwined as one,
Passion’s done.

(Telgar Weyr, morning of AL 508.2.13)

The chapter opens with confirmation that Jeila intends to stay at Telgar and take H’nez as her weyrmate, before the conversation turns to how unprecedented it will be to have both of Telgar’s queens clutching and raising their eggs on the same grounds. Jeila makes fun of H’nez being bony, and then has to change the subject. She wants to talk about Fiona’s flight, but that avenue gets cut off quickly once a short whispered summary of what happened is delivered to Jeila. Instead, the conversation turns to T’mar, who apparently is much improved than he was before both mating flights happened.

“Anyway, Seban said that afterward, he thought he heard T’mar murmur something,” Fiona said, returning to their original topic.
“He spoke?” M’tal asked, surprised. “What did he say?”
“ ’Three times,’ ” Fiona answered, trying and failing to hide her blush.
“Three times?” H’nez repeated in confusion. “What does that signify?”
“I, when we were back at Igen, I decided that I needed some…instruction.” Fiona found herself blushing even redder.
“With T’mar?” Jeila asked, her eyebrows arching high. She pursed her lips tightly, even though there was a definite upward curve to them, before adding judiciously, “From what I’ve heard, he would have been an excellent instructor.”
“Anyway, as with all his lessons, I insisted that we perform the exercise three times,” Fiona finished lamely.
“I see,” H’nez said, his voice more diplomatically neutral than Fiona had thought possible. He glanced at her, asking, “So you feel that he was recalling the same reference?”

M’tal instead comes to the conclusion that a third mating flight could revive T’mar entirely, but before much can be done to elaborate on that, Fiona is called away by Talenth because T’mar is much more active than before.

I’m not going to fault Fiona for being embarrassed about asking for sex from T’mar before her mating flight. I would have thought Weyrs would be glad that Fiona made a decision to have some practical experience of what sex is like before her dragon’s mating flight ensures she’ll know. T’mar was not the person I would have wanted for Fiona, because he’s still a bronze rider and an asshole, but given that Fiona had a limited repertoire of people to select from that weren’t, say, her own age at the time, I’m not going to put Fiona at fault for any of those decisions.

I do wonder why everyone is having a laugh at Fiona’s expense about her embarrassment. I would expect this kind of “ha, ha, you’re nervous about sex” to be present between bronze riders or other dude riders, because Pern is absolutely the place that is going to have that kind of toxic locker room talk, but this seems to be another one of those things that if the supposed power of the Weyrwoman to make your life miserable were actually true, they wouldn’t be even hinting at making fun of her about this.

Plot-wise, what Talenth is calling Fiona over for is that T’mar and Zirenth are both agitated, and while there have been sobering recollections in the Records about head injuries and the bad prognosis for people who don’t wake up in the first day after receiving those injuries, Lorana and Fiona both determine that the agitation is because both rider and dragon are reacting to the fact that there’s a mating flight going on at Fort right now, and so Lorana and Kindan hop on Zirenth, Fiona feeds them coordinates to make sure they arrive on time (by popping them back in time a touch) and then there’s some fretting about whether T’mar will survive, and also some concerns about what might happen if Zirenth successfully wins the mating flight, which would potentially put Kindan and Lorana in charge at the Weyr, since they’re nominally the people flying the dragon on the flight.

The thought of the flight possibly pulling Lorana and Kindan away from Telgar leads Fiona toward more recriminations about the situation she has been pulled into.

But was it Talenth, really? Fiona asked herself, recalling her thoughts from the day before. How much of the outcome had been her own desire?
You love Kindan, she told herself. You always have.
Ah, but how much of it was because he was safe? she taunted herself. How much because he was always there, out of reach, a constant reminder of things lost, of hopes never achieved?
He had Lorana now.
And would you poach his love away from her? she chided herself.
It’s only poaching if you refuse to share, the thought came to her with the force of the spoken word. This was not herself, Fiona realized, this was Lorana.
I would never hurt you!
I know, Lorana responded. Fiona got the impression that Lorana was straining, exerting herself, and needed to focus on solely on the events immediately before her. With a soft touch, Fiona released the attachment, with the gentle wish that Lorana be happy.
“What am I?” Fiona asked herself aloud. Did other queen riders behave this way? Had there ever been such a connection? What would happen? How could she handle this?

This seems like the sort of thing that might be part of Records somewhere, even if they’re the diary entries of queen riders agonizing over this themselves. Or that would be part of rumors spread among the Lords and Ladies Holder and the children within earshot. Or that had been mentioned in some offhand conversation Fiona heard between weyrlings, or riders, or the women of the lower caverns, or somewhere. I realize that it makes for a lot more drama for Fiona to be thinking and angsting about this on her own, and that it’s also probably developmentally appropriate for her, if she were a normal teenager in 21st c. Terra, to keep all of this internal. Here on Pern, though, and especially among the dragonriders, Fiona has peers. She has people that she can ask, whether of her contemporaries, or by looking in the Records to see if this situation has ever happened before. Because Zenor spouting off in the last book can’t have come ex nihilo.

I realize that asking the Records to actually be useful is a fool’s errand, but since they somehow only seem to have bits when they’re important to the plot, they continue to have me wonder why they’re still there. Even with every Weyr having a Harper, there doesn’t seem to be any organization or filing system to the records. Even if they don’t like being archivists, the Harpers should at least be able to file according to the Archivist’s system, because it should have been drilled into them like everything else.

While the mating flight is happening at Fort, Fiona is keeping watch on T’mar, who wakes up and tells her “three times” himself, before Fiona comes to a conclusion about what is going on.

“I love you.” The words were hers. And, in saying them, she realized it to be true. He was a hard taskmaster, a person steadfast in his convictions, sometimes angry, always thoughtful, often kind. But, as his heart beat, so did hers.
“Kindan?” T’mar’s question was barely above a whisper but the name was spoken clearly.
“I love him, too,” Fiona said. She gave him a sad smile. “You’ll have to make do with someone who loves more than one man.”
“ ’Course, you’re a Weyrwoman,” T’mar said, struggling to open his eyes. “ ’S your job.”
“Shh!” Fiona whispered, gently rubbing his brow. “Close your eyes, you’ve got to rest, regain your strength.”
“As you say, Weyrwoman.”

Okay, so that’s a quick conclusion to come to after all of that angst. Also, at this point, I wish T’mar wasn’t concussed, because his reaction to that idea would tell us loads about what the default setting for something like this will be. Instead, there’s a strong argument that because T’mar is still loopy, he still doesn’t understand the complete ramifications of what Fiona has told him. He’s Weyrleader, after all, and if there’s a presumption of monogamy while Weyrleader and Weyrwoman (dragons chasing mating flights notwithstanding), then T’mar being accepting at this point would tell us whether he’s bucking tradition for Fiona’s happiness or whether there ever was any expectation of monogamy for either partner during the Weyrleadership. Given that the narrative has already pulled the stunt of “Fiona says something, another person agrees while they’re potentially in an altered state, but they definitely understood Fiona in all her particulars and agreed to it.” once, we’re probably going to find out later on that T’mar entirely understands Fiona, Kindan, and Lorana are going to be a triad as well as the partnership he has with Finoa, and he’s going to be completely fine with sharing.

Kindan and Lorana return, and Seban and Bekka come back to help examine T’mar, and what Kindan discovers about T’mar has him wanting to send out for a second opinion. Fiona thinks of borrowing Tintoval from Fort. And will also conveniently be able to give her congratulations to Cisca on the mating flight on the same trip. Fiona has a couple of questions on the way in about whether or not Talenth would lay more than one gold egg and whether Lorana would stand to re-bond to another queen, should there be one available. But nothing comes of her thinking at this point, and soon after landing, Merika, Bekka’s mother, says hello and the two talk about how Bekka has been good to Telgar, even though she’s missed at Fort, too.

“And for all that I love her, and she’s the youngest of my four, she’s worse than a nest of tunnel snakes some days.”
“Which is probably why she’s so dear to my heart,” Fiona said. “I made a fair number of marks hunting tunnel snakes.”
“I thought you two were well-matched,” Merika said in a tone which indicated that that had been a part of her willingness to let her youngest go to Telgar. “And I’d be doing both of you a disservice if I didn’t admit that I was much the same at the same age.” She smiled as she added, “After all, it takes a fair bit of flirting to catch the eyes of a blue rider, duty or no!”

There’s a little more back-and-forth about love, including the phrase “love loves love,” which Fiona recognizes as a sign that her arrangement is being talked about in other Weyrs. Once back on task, Fiona indicates she’s here to see Tintoval, and then asks where Ellor is. Merika directs Fiona to the Dining Caverns.

I want to take a look at this segment. Like Fiona, I’m “not certain how to deal with the question of blue riders and their duty.” Merika is talking about being independently-minded and chasing what you want to have, but at least previously, the thought was that the green and blue riders were primarily, if not exclusively, interested in other men as their partners. But, as we’ve discussed in earlier entries, in Toddverse Pern, there are either a lot more het men riding greens and blues, or there are a lot more bi men riding greens and blues. And also, wasn’t it just in the last book where blue riders were supposed to be flighty and quick and energetic, but not slow and steady. So now I don’t know if Merika is calling it difficult because a blue rider flits about and wants to flirt and sleep with all sorts of people (which I would have expected to be the hat of the presumably-insatiable green dragons and their riders), or whether it’s because Seban wasn’t actually all that interested in her at all, and through persistence and possibly an arrangement to have a child, Merika managed to get Seban to sleep with her and enjoy it, even if he didn’t prefer it.

Despite Fiona’s confusion, however, she doesn’t press the issue, and Merika doesn’t actually explain anything. So they instead get to have a boggle at yet another thing that might have been unprecedented.

“And by the First Egg, we’ve never heard of one bronze rider being Weyrleader to two Weyrs!” She shook her head and chuckled. “Awkward, that’d be.”
“Awkward, indeed,” Fiona said, wondering if such a thing had ever occurred in all the Records. Once again, she regretted the necessity that kept the Records of the Weyrs seperate. She wondered how much more could be gleaned from reading the Records of all the Weyrs combined? She pushed the thought from her mind, returning to her present issue.

Which is asking where Ellor is. Also, Fiona has a really good point. Why are the Records of each Weyr separate from each other? Why aren’t Records pooled or copied from each of the Weyrs to some central repository somewhere so that someone can study all of them together and draw cross-references from them? Or, even better, because a depository system is one of the best ways of producing redundancy in case, say, a Weyr is abandoned for not having a queen dragon and not many fighting dragons in it, why aren’t copies of other Weyrs’ Records deposited in the Records rooms of every other Weyr? As best I can remember, it’s never actually been said as to why the Weyrs don’t share their records. And if the Archivist of the Harpers has the old tomes of Hold records, why not also get copies of the tomes of the Weyr records? Copying all of that material regularly would keep a lot of the apprentices very busy while they are learning about proper archival practices. (And again, summary documents should also exist of those works, too, and then the originals transported to somewhere that will be good for preserving them over time. Since dragons can go anywhere at all in the world, there’s no reason not to have copies of the originals somewhere that will be preserved and then to have the summaries available to refer to anything that’s not in the current volume that’s being added to.) Despite a lack of clerics and their scriptoria for the relentless copying of books, it seems like the sort of thing that would once again independently evolve. Except for the part where, despite all the Records that exist, Pern is remarkably uninterested in its past, or in documenting things for its future, or in any sort of things that written Records would be actually useful for.

Getting back to the plot, Fiona goes to see Ellor, who is ready to throw her out of the kitchen until she sees who has come to see her, and then is all smiles and hugs. And possibly showing a little bit more as to why Xhinna has been such a heatsink of negativity.

“They’ve been most kind to me at Telgar. Shaneese is the headwoman and she’s quite something.”
Ellor’s lips pursed disapprovingly. “I’ve heard of her,” she said shortly. “She’s got trader’s blood, hasn’t she?”
“There’s nothing wrong with trader’s blood,” Fiona rebuked her softly. “And, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m beholden to traders for my time in Igen.”
Ellor allowed her frown to fade. “Of course you are,” she said. “Not that they didn’t profit from the encounter, by all rights.”
“Profit was had by all,” Fiona agreed. “And is there harm in that? The Weyrs work to the profit of Pern by providing protection; our wares cannot be bartered, should we frown upon those who can?”
Ellor shook her head, her expression mulish as she admitted, “No, I suppose we can’t.”
She looked up and met Fiona’s eyes squarely. “Why, you certainly have your father’s way about you to shame me in my own hearth.”
“I don’t mean to shame you,” Fiona said soothingly. “I merely wish to be fair.”
“And it’s not that you aren’t, Ellor,” Fiona hastened to add. “If it weren’t for you–”
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know half of what I know about running a Weyr,” Fiona told her. “Not to mention how to cook.”

At which point the conversation shifts away from Ellor’s racism and antagonism to food, which is a much safer topic for everyone, since it means letting Ellor be the older and wiser instead of having to confront that Ellor has some deep-seated prejudices against traders and those that have trader blood.

So, yeah, with this display, I have a much bigger idea of why Xhinna might have been blamed for everything. Ellor the headwoman has heard that Shaneese has trader blood, and that’s a negative thing. You know, Roma ancestry, dark skin, that sort of thing. There’s an immediate shift to blame it on the profit-making off the Weyr, but that’s not the first thing that Ellor thought of. I suppose it’s better that they’re finally bringing the prejudices up to the surface, instead of having all of them baked into the society and everybody denying they exist. But this is still very much a 20th-21st century Terran prejudice. Which is great if you’re trying to use the medium of the science fiction novel to talk about things in your current society. Except, as we’ve noted, this is not a vision of grace and subtlety in the way that it’s handling trying to be more socially progressive. (I am also reminded that Melanwy was critical of Xhinna in similarly racist ways, so maybe it’s a Fort headwoman tradition to be racist toward anyone who isn’t white-skinned?)

I, personally, would find Ellor to have a much better time of it railing against people making profit off of the Weyr’s protection. Because the Weyrs were initially set up with rules in mind to make sure they didn’t accumulate power and wealth, even though they haven’t actually held to any of that at all. In the perfect Weyrs-Pern relationship, the Weyrs get everything they need so they can have a near single-minded devotion to the task of protecting the planet from the all-devouring Thread, which they provide to everyone else as their way of earning their keep. Someone making a profit off of trading with the Weyrs might be rightly seen as taking advantage of people who don’t have anything to spare, feeding their own greed at the expense of the protectors of the planet. Now, of course, we know that the Weyrs have done plenty of amassing wealth to themselves over time, so getting gouged a touch by the traders in return is necessary redistribution, but there’s a much more fruitful antagonism going on there based on what we’ve seen on screen about Pern.

The one part that is entirely accurate here, though, is how, after being called out by Fiona, Ellor immediately makes a big scene about how she’s being “shamed” for her racist viewpoints, and Fiona scrambles to reassure her that she doesn’t really think that Ellor is racist, and that she has some good points, too. As anyone who has dealt with a Nice White Lady, or anyone being called to account for their -ism that prioritizes their fragility over learning and doing better, it can be really frustrating when the other person wants to make it about how they are feeling, what their reaction is, and how it should be about them, instead of the people being wronged.

There’s still a lot more to go in this chapter, so I’m going to call a break point here, with Fiona and Ellor settling down to talk for a little bit and catch up with each other, despite the bad footing they’ve gotten off to. And, apparently, for Fiona to have another small revelation about how unique and well-suited she is to running Telgar Weyr.

Deconstruction Roundup for March 20th, 2020

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is currently availed of a significant amount of time, and has been putting it to work writing, fixing, and playing games for their achievement values.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
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  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Elizabeth Sandifer: Eruditorum Press

Froborr: Jen A. Blue

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

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Dragongirl: A Full-On Disaster

Last time, the several Weyrs giving Telgar an assist on their Threadfall met up to run over logistics, but also to give Lorana, Fiona, and Terin time to examine the box left by Mother Karina and discover that there’s a lot more sacrifice intended for Lorana than just the loss of her gold dragon. There was also plenty of opportunity for Fiona to get substantially pissed off about the possibility of having her Weyrwomanship be taken out from under her if the other gold dragon rose before her, with the additional possibility that it might mean H’nez was Weyrleader in name and not just temporary.

And Weyrwoman Sonia was apparently just dismissive of Fiona, at least until Fiona let her at the pottery wheel, which seems to have improved her opinion of Fiona (or at least Telgar) markedly.

Dragongirl, Chapter 12: Content Notes: Non-negotiated mating-flight fueled sex, an entire Gordian Knot of consent issues,

Chew stone,
Breathe fire.
Wheel, turn,
Fly higher.

(Telgar Weyr, Threadfall, 508.2.11)

I mean, it’s a pretty good way of describing Threadfighting, I suppose.

When we last left Fiona, she and Lorana had discovered they could communicate with each other telepathically, without dragon intervention needed.

Which is why this chapter picks up with the Threadfall happening very far away from this revelation, so that we don’t have to follow that particular anything and can instead spend paragraphs about the dragonriders wondering why this Thread is falling strangely, before T’mar’s Zirenth takes a hit and pops into hyperspace to go back to Telgar. The narrative follows Zirenth back, but shows from Lorana, Fiona, and Terin’s perspective how much Zirenth is hurt. The real disaster is when one of T’mar’s riding straps breaks, pitching him dangerously off the dragon, who does his best to try and catch his rider, but instead slams him into the stone and knocks him completely unconscious. Which them requires Lorana and Fiona to both hold Zirenth back from warping into hyperspace on the belief that his rider is dead. In a burst of adrenaline that’s set up like Fiona does a small time hop herself, Fiona manages to catch T’mar before turning her full attention on Zirenth to keep him from disappearing. Kindan and Lorna arrive and Kindan instructs Fiona not to move until they can determine whether or not T’mar’s got a broken neck in addition to his shredded leg. Between Bekka, Lorana, Kindan, and more than a few stout folk, they manage to get T’mar into a queen’s weyr where Zirenth can be nearby, even if T’mar is comatose. Then the rest of the injured come through, and it’s a disaster for fatalities and pretty terrible on casulties. Which eventually leads to a shift change for the people looking after T’mar, after Fiona and Shaneese have basically put everyone else to bed to rest. Fiona calls up Bekka and Seban and very pointedly tells Lorana and Kindan they are not going to sleep in chairs, and instead, are going to sleep in her bed so that she doesn’t freeze. Which gives Kindan the opportunity to tell the same story about Fiona’s excursions that Fiona told Lorana last chapter.

“The bed’s so large, you two probably won’t even notice me at all.”
“I doubt that!” Kindan said. He glanced toward Lorana. “When she was still a child, her favorite trick was to figure out a way to get me to stay the night at Fort Hold, then crawl into bed with me.” With a snort, he added, “By morning, she’d have me either on the floor or stuck in a corner.”
“I’ve gotten older,” Fiona said with a sniff. “I’m much better at sharing.” She shivered again, pulling the other two closer to her and asking with wide-eyed woefulness, “Besides, you don’t want me to freeze?”
“No, not after all your kindness,” Lorana said. She glanced at Kindan. He frowned, but said nothing.

That’s pretty solidly manipulative, Fiona. It’s getting clearer than the defining characteristics of Fiona are that she’s ambitious and she doesn’t seem to care all that much about her methods, so long as those methods get the results she wants. Which, we might note, has now included getting to share the same bed with Kindan and Lorana a couple of times at this point. Kindan certainly seems to have an objection to this, but he’s going along with Lorana in this matter. And yet, nobody is actually talking about anything, despite the clear questions at this point about what Fiona’s intentions are for Kindan. And possibly Lorana, since Fiona has still been more than willing to share her bed space with Terin and Xhinna despite their being paired off with others. Boundaries are important for everyone in a relationship, or a friendship, or in stopping someone from being led on.

Especially when there’s about to be a mating flight. Which is what Fiona wakes up to, her own dragon starting the process of the mating flight. Kindan and Lorana bolt for Zirenth immediately, leaving Fiona to herself, but with the same instructions that just about every gold rider gets told about it: don’t let her gorge. Fiona manages it, with help from the strange voice that continues to assist her at various points in time. At this point, Fiona thinks it sounds like Lorana, but Lorana continues to deny that it’s her. As it is, there’s the gestalt merge, and Fiona/Talenth slip past all of the bronzes chasing her, although she’s curious about Zirenth, and why he seems to be running away from the pack. Which turns out to have been a trap to bait her into getting close enough for him to catch her.

Ginirth [H’nez’s dragon] bellowed a challenge, climbed up toward her, and reached for her with his claws, but she folded her wings and slipped by him easily.
Nearby Gaminth roared in delight and turned sharply to give chase.
Ladirth was last, flagging.
Zirenth was ahead of her and, to her surprise and consternation, the bronze beat away from her, pulling farther away.
With a roar of outrage, Talenth put on a burst of speed and clawed her way up beside him.
Just as she looked toward him again, to issue a challenge and a triumph, the bronze flipped himself on his side, his claws reaching for her and grasping her tightly.
Talenth screamed in surprise at the maneuver and then–

And then there’s mating, because apparently Zirenth found the best way of getting Talenth close enough to catch her. There’s just one problem with this setup – T’mar is comatose. So who’s merged with the dragon? And more importantly, who’s standing in his stead for the part where the riders mate along with the dragons?

“It is time to bring them home,” a voice spoke low in her ear, respectful, soothing, loving. Lorana.
The man whose body was wrapped around hers was too short to be T’mar. Fiona recovered her senses enough to realize T’mar was still in bed, eyes slitted open but otherwise motionless.
An arm touched her shoulder, soft, warm, not the man holding her. Fiona felt the love of that touch. Even as she started to recover from the frenetic events that had so completely controlled her, Fiona realized the depth of that love. And as she did, with a mental gasp, she knew without doubt whose body was twined around hers.

Don’t, a voice touched her softly, stilling her incipient alarm. The voice sounded something like the strange voice Fiona had heard so many times before, but she realized, just then, that it was only Lorana’s voice; it had none of the echo she had come to associate with with that other voice.
Kindan must have felt her stiffen, for he suddenly surged backward, away from her.
“No,” Lorana spoke aloud. Fiona felt the arm that had touched her shoulder slide around her side and felt the tension as Lorana moved her body closer to them, holding them together in her arms. “This is my moment, too.”

I don’t even know where to start on this. Lorana will deny that Fiona arranged for this to happen this way, which is true, and I want to yell at all three of them that they could have sat down and talked for a few fucking minutes about what the plan was and if everyone was on board with it before Talenth rose to mate and we wouldn’t have Fiona completely freaking out at the fact that because of the mating flight, she’s boning the person she’s desperately wanted to, but hasn’t because he’s partnered with someone and she wants to respect that. If anyone arranged this, it’s Lorana, and she should have come clean with it as soon as possible, instead of putting it into motion, hoping for this result, and then telling both of them that they shouldn’t do anything about this because she is sharing in this moment and it’s hers, too. This could have been easily fixed with a conversation. With hearing out why her partner might be reluctant to do this, with hearing out why Fiona might have hesitations about doing this, because this situation right here, where nobody was in control of themselves and this happened, is exactly the worst possible outcome. Because they can acknowledge that it happened, and then have to deal with all the complicated feelings that can come out of that and having done it under the influence of a mating flight, or they can pretend it never happened, and everything can be made super-awkward any time they’re near each other, because it still happened even though they both agreed not to talk about it at all. And there’s still Lorana to figure into all of this, because Kindan and Fiona might both go “Lorana’s putting on a brave face for what happened, but this had to have devastated her, and so we’ll both try extra hard not to have Fiona and Kindan in the same anywhere at all.” and then make it super-awkward for everyone because nobody believes Lorana when she says she’s cool with all of it, because nobody bothered to talk about it in the first place before there was fucking. Seriously, polyamory requires open and honest communication in all places, including the idea of “hey, I think we might make a good triad, what do you both think about it?”

And, actually, if we hop over a plot point, we see Fiona having these specific kinds of anxieties.

What now? Fiona asked herself as she eased into the warm tub. What do I do now? I didn’t mean for this to happen.
Lorana and Kindan had a bond; she had no right imposing herself on it. And yet…if it hadn’t been for Lorana, T’mar’s Zirenth would have gone between forever, and just as surely as the dragon died, the rider would have been lost with him.
She couldn’t lose T’mar. She cared for him too much. And the Weyr needed him, needed him as Weyrleader. H’nez was too rigid, too much like the old leadership.
But…Lorana. What about her? Surely she deserved better than–
[…it’s neither Talenth nor Lorana who discourages this line of thought…]
Was this part of the price that Lorana must pay? Fiona’s brows furrowed in anger at the thought. No, she would not let it be. She was no thief of hearts, and she would do everything to avoid hurting this woman, who had paid so much already,.

Fiona is already feeling guilty at what happened and who it was with, because she feels like she took Kindan from Lorana or did something selfish and hurt Lorana. Lorana may not be hurt at all by this. She might have wanted this to happen. But nobody actually said anything. Or negotiated, or proposed, or suggested, or acted in any way that would let all three of them air out their feelings, talk through what they would want to have happen in the future, or otherwise make it clear where the boundaries of their relationships were and what they wanted to do moving forward. And now there’s going to be a lot of recriminations that could have been avoided.

Getting back to the plot, there’s an additional wrinkle that has to be ironed out.

“A good mating flight,” M’tal’s voice boomed out. He nodded toward Fiona respectfully.
“But it solves nothing,” H’nez said, brooding. “Zirenth flew Talenth: Does that make T’mar Weyrleader?”
“So it would seem,” M’tal agreed.
“But he is not capable,” H’nez protested. He gestured irritably toward Fiona, Kindan, and Lorana. “So incapable that we don’t see him where he should be.”
“He was there,” Fiona said softly. “And what he could not do himself, he ceded to Kindan for him.”
“He’s not even a dragonrider–how can we call him Weyrleader?”
“This discussion needs to come later,” M’tal declared, pointing H’nez toward the door. “Now it is time for the dragons to return to the weyrs, and for their riders to rest.”
“Hmmph!” H’nez snorted, but he preceded the other bronze riders to the exit.

H’nez is the right person to articulate this problem, because that allows the narrative to dismiss it as him being a sore loser. In doing so, though, the narrative gives tacit approval to the idea that maybe you don’t need a Weyrleader to run a weyr. Even if it is to spite H’nez, what the functional conclusion is that all you need is Fiona to keep doing what she’s doing, with some help from the other riders, and you can have a perfectly good Weyr. Since M’tal has been shown to be a rabble-rouser and someone who’s not afraid of strange ways of doing things, he’s on board with the idea, but I’m not sure the narrative would actually condone this idea any more than H’nez does. And it’s not going to matter, anyway, because the situation as it stands is going to be changed in such a way that nobody has to worry about how to run a Weyr when the Weyrleader is comatose, but that’s not going to be revealed for another chapter or two.

Fiona gets herself up and takes herself to dinner, where there’s a short suggestion that Fiona might again be acting like she’s twice in time, based on how Tullea took it, along with some amount of information about a mating flight that happened at Fort Weyr. It’s the same piece of information M’tal told her in the last chapter, that Caranth flew Minith, which should have been before anyone knew about it at all. Before anyone can really digest this, Jeila’s Tolarth decides today is also a good day for a mating flight, having been away while Talenth was having hers. There’s a small fret about what might happen with two queens close by, but apparently, Talenth is so fast asleep that there’s no danger that she’ll decide to fight Tolarth for the bronzes. So Kindan and Lorana dash off again to help with Zirenth, and Mekiar takes Fiona to the pottery wheels to give her hands and mind something to do while the mating flight rages around her. And it kind of works, with Mekiar giving her instruction to focus on the clay and let it work, but Fiona is eventually pulled into Lorana and Kindan’s gestalt with Zirenth for some part of the flight, and when she returns to herself, the clay’s a wreck. Mekiar shrugs at it, points out his own work, a “mix of wings and limbs, as though dragons and riders were clutched in the same mating embrace”, and says that he’s not sure it’ll fire well. Fiona says it’s beautiful all the same, and Mekiar agrees, before folding it all back into a lump of clay, saying that some things of beauty are there just for the moment.

Ginirth, in this case, wins the battle for Tolarth, which is no surprise to Mekiar.

“About as I would have expected,” Mekiar said. Fiona raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. “There was a way the lass looked at the lad, and she came back here on purpose.”
Fiona nodded once more in understanding. Then a thought struck her. “And me? Could you tell?”
Mekiar smiled. “You, Weyrwoman, love everyone.”
Fiona looked at him in confusion.
“It’s your way,” he told her gently. “And it would be foolish to deny it.” He saw the pained look in her eyes and added, “If your heart is big enough, there is nothing better than to love as many as you can.”
“And is my heart big enough?”
“Only you know the answer to that.”

And that takes care of Chapter 12.

I’m happy that everyone here seems to be completely on board with the idea of Fiona having as many lovers as she feels she can have, because that’s very different than what has been the case so far, but the way that this has been done so far has been very much the worst way of going about doing it. Additionally, we’ve been hearing a lot about how Fiona doesn’t want to impose herself on Lorana and Kindan’s realtionship, but things have been remarkably devoid of Fiona’s inner life herself. Like, there’s the entire commentary about how Fiona loves everyone and her heart is supremely open to all, but we have seen remarkably little of Fiona’s inner life and thoughts on the matter. The last thing we heard from her, essentially, was that she felt like she wasn’t really ready for this, but she had sex with T’mar and apparently she might love him (which, yeah, no, not nearly enough experience for that) but she’s also still got the hots for Kindan. She found out that Kindan was presumably off the market, but apparently not. And while the narrative has told us that Fiona is nope-never-not-happening with Xhinna, I think that’s a failure of narrative instead of one of Fiona.

We’ve gotten to yet another point where having done a little bit of research beforehand would have been the very best thing for the author to do about how people get into polyamorous relationships and how that might translate to Pern, rather than insisting that because the author knows it’s going to turn out fine, the people involved also know it’s going to turn out fine, and so it really doesn’t matter how things were achieved.

More next week.

Deconstruction Roundup for March 13th, 2020

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who has watched everything around them decide to close to make things easier, with a few exceptions, notably, one of them is work.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Elizabeth Sandifer: Eruditorum Press

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Froborr: Jen A. Blue

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you are reasonably sure things would be less dire and terrible for everyone if there weren’t absolute muppets in charge. Or for any other reason, really.