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China Miéville

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About the Author

China Miéville is the author of numerous books, including This Census-Taker, Three Moments of an Explosion, Railsea, Embassytown, Kraken, The City & The City, and Perdido Street Station. His works have won the World Fantasy Award, the Hugo Award, and the Arthur C. Clarke Award (three times). He lives and works in London.

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Author Essay

China Mieville is still in his twenties, but he’s already forging a
formidable writing career. His first novel King Rat was nominated for
both the International Horror Guild Award and The Bram Stoker Prize.
Perdido Street Station, his second novel, has generated enormous buzz
and extraordinary reviews in the UK, and is currently nominated for both
the Arthur C. Clarke Award and the British Science Fiction Association
Award. Scheduled for a March 2001 release in the States, Perdido Street
Station is a huge, sweeping novel revolving around the fantastical city
of New Crobuzon, a place that Time Out described as "one of the finest
creations in speculative fiction."

To find out what Mieville thinks about when he’s developing alternate
worlds, read on.

‘Some seventeen notable empires rose in the Middle Period of Earth.
These were the Afternoon Cultures. All but one are unimportant to this

These are the opening lines of M. John Harrison’s stunning Viriconium
sequence, in which he casually writes the most important rule about
world-building that I know. Histories, laws, cultures, aesthetics –
worlds – are colossal, and colossally complex. There is no way you can
ever tell the story of a whole world. No matter how detailed your
timeline or carefully illustrated your bestiary, you can’t possibly
explain everything. If something’s not important to the narrative, then
don’t try – there are only so many info-dumps a story can take, and I
save mine for the stuff that the reader has to understand. The rest of
the strange things, or races, or places – they’re just there. They just
happen. Put them in, describe them, and leave them alone, even if that
leaves the reader uncertain. That’s fine. In fact, it’s good – it’s
culture shock. Hopefully it communicates a sense that there is a world
beyond the book, in which the story occurs, rather than a story with a
few fantasy props thrown in.

There are few greater pleasures in Weird Fiction than a really cool
monster, an unusual alien race. Which is why it makes no sense to me to
cull your creatures from the list of the usual suspects. Elf, dwarf,
centaur – you know the drill.

The best of the fantastic tradition – take Surrealism – is all about
using the fantastic to challenge, to alienate, to create a grotesquerie
that keeps the reader surprised. Usually, identikit aliens serve the
opposite function, because they’re not alien at all. They’re comforting,
because they’re so recognisable. That kind of fantasy isn’t nearly
fantastic enough.

I’m not saying that it’s impossible to write a good, innovative fantasy
with elves and dwarfs in it (Michael Swanwick’s The Iron Dragon’s
Daughter gives the lie to that). I’m just saying that I can’t do it. And
anyway, half the fun is inventing these creatures – why not take the
opportunity to create them from scratch, or plunder mythologies more
unusual than Tolkienesque fairyland? And once you’ve invented your race,
remember that race, culture and character are three very different
things. Few things in fantasy annoy me more than having a particular
race act as a signifier for a particular kind of character. Why are
elves all clever and fey? Are there any dwarfs out there who aren’t
gruff and good with their hands? And what happens if you’re an orc but
you’re not, you know, evil?

This is just racial stereotyping in fantasyland. And it makes for
explanations as unconvincing as the same activity in the real world. Of
course there’ll be cultural differences between different races, but
there again, why would those races be monolithic? Is it really likely
that in your carefully constructed land, two different groups of
wing-kobolds thousands of miles apart are going to be basically the
same? Surely they’ll be as varied as the Aztecs, the !Kung-San and the
Victorian British. Just like us, now.

But of course cultures aren’t monolithic even within themselves. There
are a whole mass of conflicting objective interests and impulses
embedded in each one. Conflict is not usually the result of some Dread
Dark Lord who is threatening things from the outside. Usually there are
quite enough tensions cooking up internally to keep things interesting.
Even the nicest ‘Good King’ has to get that palace from somewhere, and
more than likely it’s from where his real-life counterparts got theirs:
plunder, sharp metal and the unpaid work of the peasantry. Remember
that, and your world is likely to be a lot more compelling.

It’s paradoxical, trying to depict a world that’s simultaneously
convincing and utterly fantastic. But one idea unites the two impulses:
the recognition that things are not neat and tidy or monolithic, but
complex and contradictory, contingent, constantly suprising and far more
interesting for all that. That could describe the best and strangest
fantasy, and the most hard-headed depiction of reality. That’s why Kafka
is a realist, and why we can have it both ways.

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