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Horror Ghetto, Dagstine? You’re in the Cesspool.


“However, Dagstine humor aside… There’s always been a streak of envy coming out of this place. Philbin noticed it. It took me a while longer to see the crud and decay. Like a dying world. So many people shouting from the surface of the planet, this ghetto. But the inhabitants of this ghetto never bothered to invest in their surroundings…. maybe add a few floors to a building, even plant a flower, think about the long-term. “

Dagstine posted the above quote on Odark.

Like so many people, he has no idea of what is meant by “ghetto” in the literary sense. A literary ghetto has both a positive and a negative side. ALL genre fiction is in a literary ghetto of one sort or another. Ideally, a literary ghetto is defined by low to no advances, and little to no promotion outside the genre, and is held in low esteem by the larger industry.

However, ghettos are created by people gathering together because they share something in common.

I have already given you the negative side. Now let’s look at the positive side of the ghetto. Being outside the view of the larger industry means that this ‘ghetto’ is safe from their moral impositions. Originality has a chance to flourish in the sheltered aspect of ghetto existence. Experimentation can be tolerated and encouraged. No prying eyes to tell that what we are doing is morally or ethically bad as we examine aspects of life and possibility where the larger literary establishment is afraid to go.

Flowers bloom in the ghettos and rise up, metamorphosing into trees of unknown delight.

Being a denizen of a literary ghetto is not a bad thing creatively. In fact, it is a very good thing.

Dagstine, however, is not part of the ghetto. He’s part of the cesspool that tries to spread through the literary streets and spread malignancies and maliciousness. I refuse to tolerate it.

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8 comments on “Horror Ghetto, Dagstine? You’re in the Cesspool.

  1. Phil Smith
    May 11, 2008

    I’d go one further, actually. Cesspits, back when they were in heavy use, were a necessary evil. Crap had to go somewhere, before being pumped out and taken elsewhere.

    But this cesspool? An accretion of putrescence that the nightsoil-men shun, ripe with odours that would be forbidden even in a tannery. The sort whose stench is so foul that to stop for a sniff of the air within a hundred feet of it would be to risk dysentery. The bacteria that multiply therein are the product of the worst karmic punishment conceivable, unless somehow their microbial lives were passed in a manner that, by the standards of micro-organisms, were somehow unforgivable…

    In which case they’d be reincarnated as Dagstine.

  2. Rusty
    May 11, 2008

    I’d equate Dagstine’s location with a pig-slurry pit, or a septic tank. It’s time to make an appointment for the honey wagon.

  3. Rusty
    May 11, 2008

    Crap. I had a typo in that. I meant “It’s.”

  4. cussedness
    May 11, 2008

    I fixed it just as you were posting that. If anyone posting comments needs or wants a typo fixed, just holler.

  5. Mike Brendan
    May 11, 2008

    Ursula K LeGuin had something to say about the “ghettos” in fiction in her collection of essays, “The Secret Language of the Night.”

    Dagstine has made it clear that he has not read that book, nor made an earnest study of any genre, thus certifying him as a complete hack.

  6. cussedness
    May 11, 2008

    I have heard many times that the ghetto status in science fiction was the cause of the flowering of the genre in the 1960s.

  7. Mike Brendan
    May 12, 2008

    I love his “envy” claim. Philbin can’t keep second and third person POV straight, and yet Daggy falls head over heels for him. Birds of a feather, I guess.

  8. cussedness
    May 12, 2008

    The entire jealousy/envy claim is so incredibly ridiculous. The brandish it about as if they had anything worth envying and ignore the allegedly ‘jealous’ ones better accomplishments, writing, and whatnot. Yeah, I’m about as jealous as a golden eagle is of a titmouse

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