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Notes From America, the Expanded Version



I went to America, returned, and I have to say that, despite what the world might say, I found Americans to be a nice, friendly collection of people. Not one of them pulled a knife on me, not one.

What's going to follow is a condensed version of the trip, because, naturally, a large portion of it is going to be used in Nowhere Near Savannah. It'll be more interesting and funny that way, but it also means you'll have to wait, somewhat, to read it. Anyhow: to begin, C and I were dropped in JFK on the night of the Australian consulate party, around ten or something like that, and we were picked up by my sister and her friend, who was disappointed to learn we'd already changed our money to the American format. I tell you, I've never felt more misleadingly rich than I was in the States: a wallet full of dollar bills and pennies was something to get used to. I never thought I'd say it, but I missed the glancing ability that multi-coloured Australian money gave you. That was about the only thing I missed from Australia, however, and about the only thing you'll hear me making comparisons on, since I don't want to spend my entire time saying how one place was different to the other. Of course they were different. I had to fly twenty three hours to reach one. Yet, for that distance, it was the similarities that struck me; more than once, I had heard people say things like, 'Sydney is like New York, only ten years ago,' or such and such. I never gave it much thought, but I don't really think of it as the wrong thing to say, after being there.

Anyhow, like I said, I arrived, got through customs with only the most minute inspection of my passport and my index fingers being printed so that I had to wear latex gloves for all my crimes, and then ended up in Long Island, Brooklyn, and New York City as my sister's GPS fucked up and took us to everywhere but New Jersey.

It was good seeing my sister, who is currently working at a country club out there--a country club that, apparently, I'd have to go up a few income brackets to be able to afford a membership at. We were only crashing at her place for the first night, however, since after that, we rode a train up into New York City, to catch the Amtrak up into Saratoga for the World Fantasy thing. The photo at the start of this post was taken by Cat Sparks (catsparx) on that same train, and if you want countless, countless photos of the convention, flipping through her flickr account is the way to spend a few hours. Me, I didn't take any. I got photos of other places to share later, though, so you can all be happy campers then. Anyhow, a lot has been said already about the whole thing, I'm sure, but I got to meet a lot of fine people, the names of which I'll spare you all, since it'll just become a wall of noise. If you see some links in this post, though, you should follow them. Anyhow: Pretty much everyone I met there was open and nice and, in the case of Hannah Wolf Bowen (buymeaclue), willing to let me shave her head. The shaver we bought on Saturday night, the night before I took off back to New York, needed 12 hours to charge so we could use it, so the shaving has yet to take place. That means, if you're reading this, you should go over to Hannah's blog and say, "When are you shaving your head?"

She's been a bit sick, I hear, but still, what was started must be finished.

At the convention itself, I did a panel on author as legend, which kind of sucked, in that it never really got interesting in my opinion. It had Mark Finn returning to his Robert E. Howard a lot of the time to promote his book and work surrounding the author, which is fair enough int he context of the panel, but my interest in Howard is thin at best, so I just sat there for that stuff. A lot of the rest centred around old sci-fi authors, as well, so I was a little out of my care factor. The oddest thing, however, was to see Gene Wolfe, Guy Gavriel Kay and Ramsey Campbell in the audience. Really, you could've swapped any one of those three for me and had a better deal for that panel, I reckon. Still, it was only an hour of my time. Later that same day, I did a reading as part of the Paper Cities launch, which is worth noting simply because I convinced Chris Billet (chrisbillett) to be the second voice of the piece with me, and I can't give him enough props for agreeing to do it an hour before. The story I read is called, 'The Funeral, Ruined', and mixes prose and letters in that split narrative tool I like. Chris read the letters, I did the prose, and I thought it went pretty well. People applauded. Later, Andy Duncan told me that he liked it. What else can you say?

By the middle of Sunday I was gone, back to New York. At this stage, I was learning something important: I don't usually wear shoes twelve to thirteen hours a day, five days straight, and I don't usually walk everywhere. I like walking places when I'm away, since it allows me to map where I am--I have a pretty good sense of direction, so long as I am not underground or in a car or whatever--but after five days of walking round Saratoga New York, my feet were pretty fucked. I still have some nice blisters, even, and for a few days there I had a neat limp. If only I'd had a cane, or one of those motorised wheelchairs I saw fat people in at Disneyland... Well, perhaps not the final one. It was in this state that I spent a day with my sister, went up the Empire State Building, and had Ethopian with Alaya Dawn Johnson, who also showed me round Greenwich Village, a bit of Little Italy and Chinatown, all of which was cool. I must admit, I kind of liked New York City, even if it smelt a bit, and it was there that I got a taste of the States being bilingual, since everywhere I went, I came across people speaking Spanish. I've heard a couple of theories since then: Alaya had one in which she explained that the language cross had primarily played itself out in black and Hispanic cultures due to economics, so the bilingual thing was primarily there; but yesterday, Lucius Shepard (lucius_t) told me that he didn't think that was the case, and that indeed, maybe the bilingual thing didn't go across the whole of the States. I certainly didn't get a feel for it in Saratoga. Either way, I saw both points of view, and if anyone has anything they'd like to add, please do, since I'm kinda curious. It's a shame I wasn't there longer, since this kinda fascinated me.

After New York, C and I ended up in Vegas for a night. Neither of us had been offered the chance to call a prostitute as much as we had in Vegas, and I'm not sure I could have done a lot of time in there, because they cost a lot of money, and I'm a bad gambler. Of course, at one stage, I ended up off the main strip, and the place changed hugely, and not in a good way.

Still, in Vegas, I got to see Penn and Teller do their show. I've always liked the pair from when they were on the TV down here, years back, and so did C, so for the first time since we had arrived in the States, we agreed to go and do something together. We're old traveling buddies, me and C, and we've long ago came to the conclusion that if we do the same shit together all the time, we'll have to poison each other. Especially when he's off watching sport in Madison Square Garden, for fuck knows what reason (or, his highlight of being in Saratoga, going to watch a high school football match with Deb Layne (deborahlive; I got the feeling if the two of them could have poisoned every writer, editor, and publisher in World Fantasy and then trekked round the States watching sport 24/7, they would have). Anyhow: Penn and Teller was pretty cool, though not fantastic, and we were both pretty happy with it. The pair do a very interactive show, and there's some really fun and cool moments.

The next morning, C and I set off to LA in the car we rented. See some desert, hear some radio, and stop at a diner called Peggy Sue's, which is a fifties diner located off the I10, just after the California state line, I believe. It's in a small town called Ghost Town, from memory, and is just fucking awesome. The things I heard in it, the vibe of the place, and the waitress with her lime green uniform and matching eyeshadow... I'm going to write a story about Peggy Sue's, and with any luck, it will be fucking cool. I think it's going to be a ghost story, because one night, I was talking to Jacqueline Benson (crrazyjane) about ghost stories, and I said something about how, in many ways, the problem with them was that they tried to put a proper resolution on them, rather than go the Raymond Carver way. Since then, I've been turning over a story in my head about ghosts, about Raymond Carver styled stories, and about Peggy Sue's diner. I think I might write it before getting back into the novel, which, without the grant, I have a bit more time on now, and that's all fine. Also, the Australian dollar being so strong against the Yankee Dollar meant I spent a lot less money than I thought I would, and that's helpful, too.

Shortly after that, however, we hit LA, and I could not find a map at a gas station. Possibly because I only found one gas station, but who knows. I decided I'd just wing it, however, since while LA freeways are fucking disgusting, the drivers are a lot less aggressive than those in Sydney, and I could just bully my way through traffic when needed. Also, thanks to the guy at the ratty parking lot just off Hope Street, C and I were able to make our way to the place to drop the car off, and from there, to our hostel, which was just off Hollywood Blv. LA is a big, sprawling place, something I didn't realise before I got there, and I have to be honest that I didn't see a lot of it--mostly the real tourist areas around the hostel, and the Universal and Disneyland theme parks, which is what C really wanted to do, and which was what I owed him for going up to Saratoga for those few days. In truth, I didn't mind. Everyone should see Disneyland once, I suppose, and I met a cool girl working in a cybercafe called Trish, who was playing Spiderbait while I was in there, but knew nothing of the band. I told her to email me when I got back so I could swap more music with her--I'm going to try and see if bands like the Drones and Beasts of Bourbon work for her, and if not, well, more music. I've dropped this in to show you how my meeting of nice Americans continued well after the convention, and went even until I was in Korea where, while making a traditional Korean pencil box in the airport, I met an Iranian Engineer living in Geelong.

All that stopped the moment I got back to Sydney, mind you, because Sydney is full of rude, nasty fucks of people who drive aggressively, pissed off by insane petrol prices perhaps. $1.41! Jesus fuck!

Ah, how I missed you, my home that seemed a whole lot greener upon my return.

To finish this post I am putting a second image of C and I at Disneyland. It's from the Buzz Lightyear ride, in which, basically, you do by riding in a little carriage and shooting boxes of light with your blaster. It was okay, but I was, honestly, kind of in awe of the designs for the Pirates of the Carribean and Nightmare Before Christmas rides. Anyhow, here's the image--



--and, as you can see, I kicked C's ass.

Comments

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shadowsandice
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:31 am (UTC)
You have some mad pyoo pyoo laser gun skills there.
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
i do pretty well for my demographic, yeah.
shadowsandice
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:11 pm (UTC)
waitwaitwait your chin fluff is all fluro orange in that to photo. Have you gone raver? Is there something else you're not telling us?
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:17 pm (UTC)
...shhh. it's a secret.
shadowsandice
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:30 pm (UTC)
your secret's safe with me, batman.
deborahlive
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:58 am (UTC)
Well, we wouldn't poison everyone...

That Buzz Lightyear pic should be your new dust jacket photo.
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 02:00 am (UTC)
heheh.

i'm sure disney would ask for money from me ;)
catsparx
Nov. 15th, 2007 02:30 am (UTC)
You both make excellent space rangers
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC)
i am waiting for my offer to join the corps.
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benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:25 am (UTC)
heh.

i didn't download the play at home version. i figure if it doesn't come with the gun, then it's not worth playing ;)
crookfactory
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:17 am (UTC)
Fuck, you beat my score that I got at Tokyo Disneyland!
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:24 am (UTC)
i rulz.
(Anonymous)
Nov. 15th, 2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
I think it depends where you are in the US. I am from New Mexico and most people there are bilingual, though the Spanish spoken is often a sort of dialect. In California Spanish is of course huge. When I was in grade school in San Francisco (yeah, it wasn't a recent thing) they taught bilingually......
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
thanks for that.
bodhichitta0
Nov. 15th, 2007 09:11 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you didn't hate it here. :-D The bilingual thing tends to concentrate more around the big cities, but even in a city my city's size, all the ATMs, helplines, etc. offer Spanish as a choice. And not to be stereotypical (but it's true) even more rural areas are bilingual when the seasonal workers come.

Wasn't the Pirates ride something else? We went on the one in Orlando Florida and I was like, holy shit. The level of detail...
benpeek
Nov. 15th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC)
yeah, the detail was insane.

i did notice that about atms and numbers i called and such while there, btw.
utsusemia
Nov. 16th, 2007 02:22 am (UTC)
Hey, you :)

Perhaps I should have qualified my statement as "black folks living in New York City and maybe LA." I doubt you'll find the bilingual thing very prevalent anywhere else (but who knows?)
benpeek
Nov. 16th, 2007 02:40 am (UTC)
hey there :)

disclaimers disclaimers--ah well, it's no big. i still find it quite interesting.
finnswake
Nov. 18th, 2007 06:10 am (UTC)
...one niggling little point
"It had Mark Finn returning to his Robert E. Howard a lot of the time to promote his book and work surrounding the author, which is fair enough int he context of the panel, but my interest in Howard is thin at best, so I just sat there for that stuff."

Oh, I wouldn't say you just sat there, Ben. You got your snark on pretty good, in my opinion.

benpeek
Nov. 18th, 2007 07:56 am (UTC)
Re: ...one niggling little point
nah, man, i was pretty bored with the whole affair, so if you thought i got my snark on there... well, sad to say, man, that didn't even register for me.
finnswake
Nov. 18th, 2007 03:55 pm (UTC)
Re: ...one niggling little point
This begs a question: how did you come to be on that panel, then? I talked to Gary about it afterward and we were in agreement that the thing didn't "gel." You obviously knew my angle for being there. What was yours?
benpeek
Nov. 18th, 2007 09:27 pm (UTC)
Re: ...one niggling little point
i got tossed on a couple of weeks before by darrell s. originally, i'd requested a reading slot, but he told me i'd probably get no one, so i'd be better of doing a panel. the choices were slim--a whole lot of ghost story panels and this, so i said sure, i'd do this, since it was an area you could say i had an interest in.

i didn't actually know you were on the panel, to be honest. the original list i saw had scithers and wolfe on it, and that was it, but it doesn't really matter. the whole thing was unplanned and that was probably why it didn't gel. wolfe, after all, didn't even know he was moderating till he got there.

just one of those things, i guess.
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