What do you want me to shout at ICE goons?

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Like many of you, I think it’s really important that our children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren know we were speaking out and fighting back during this particular flare-up of fascism in American history. But, as someone who used to live in a small town a good distance away from a metropolitan area, then lived abroad, I know it can be difficult to travel to a place where you can speak directly to the people committing some af the atrocities we read about in the news every day. Well, I want to help. I’ll be visiting the ICE facility here in my new home of Portland, Oregon as often as I can, and instead of just sharing one old cishet white guy’s opinion, I’d love to tell ICE what all of you want them to know. So if you have a message you’d like me to shout through a megaphone at the ICE facility, just fill out the form below. (I will vet them, of course. I’m not going to shout anything in support of ICE. If you want those kinds of messages to be communicated to fascist, you can come down here and lick those boots yourself.)

On Beginning to Release a Serial Novel

Hail and well met, Slayers of Giants! Welcome to Tilting at Windmills. As I’ve mentioned on previous episodes of my podcast/YouTube show, I’m going to be switching up the format AGAIN. Back when the shop was called Writers Not Writing, I interviewed authors about how they procrastinated. It was lighthearted fun for the listener, and I had a blast because I got to meet some amazing up-and-coming authors and some big-name New York Times bestsellers, Hugo and Nebula award winners, Emmy winning screenwriters, and more. I really enjoyed it.

And then the world changed.

It felt inappropriate to be focusing on procrastination in a time when we all need to get off our butts and speak out while we still can. I started asking interviewees how they were using their art and their platforms to speak out about the rise of fascism.

As this shift was happening on the show, my life changed. I moved to Spain, and people expressed a lot of interest in what that moving process was like. So the show changed. I started co-hosting with my wife Chrys. But our situation in Spain fell apart for a number of reasons. Now my soon-to-be-ex-wife-and-still-best-friend is returning to one side of the US, and I’m moving to the other. I could go back to interviewing authors about their day-to-day lives, but that feels wrong because I’m not in the right headspace to do so. I could cancel the show altogether, but that feels wrong, also. Too much in my life is coming to an end.

Instead, I’m going to start sharing a novel in serial form, one chapter a week. I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s a piece of literary comedy with a fantasy twist. It’s been a lot of fun to write, and it’s hopefully timely and timeless, a story about a man who seems insane because he is happily fighting back when the world has gone mad. I hope that, by releasing it as a serial, I can get your feedback throughout.

So when that starts appearing beginning next week,  please comment away on whatever platform you’re finding this, and consider becoming a patron of my Patreon or subscribing to my Substack so you’ll get a little reminder each week when a new chapter comes out. I hope to see your reactions and suggestions soon when I share Chapter 1 of  Tilting at Windmills.

My Speech from the #NoTyrants Protest in Barcelona

I was asked to speak at our #NoTyrants Protest here in Barcelona. (We don’t call it #NoKings because we have a king here in Spain, and he’s not a tyrant.) Here’s the video of my speech and the text:

Hello, my name is Benjamin Gorman. I’m an author and activist who moved here to Barcelona just before Inauguration Day in January. This may be a bit backwards, but I want to start with some thank yous. Thank you to Rachel Sair, our Secretary of DA Spain-Barcelona, who has been one of the people who has made my family feel so welcomed since we moved to Barcelona back in January, inviting us to participate in Democrats Abroad and connecting us with so many wonderful people here. Can we give Rachel a big hand?  And thank you to Robert Gerrard, your DA Barcelona Press Coordinator, for inviting me to speak today. Can we give Rob a hand? And thanks to all the people who volunteer for Democrats Abroad and have put this event together. Thank you, volunteers!



And now I want to thank you. Not all the Democrats back home in the US, but specifically Democrats Abroad here in Barcelona. You have a vital role to play in fighting the tyranny that’s taking over our country. 



I don’t want to tell you, here, at our No Tyrants rally, about the tyrant himself. Instead, let me tell you a little story, and bear with me if you know this one. 



So, one day a couple fish were swimming around their aquarium, and they passed an older fish. The older fish said, “Hey, guys, how’s the water today?”



The younger fish said, “Hey, Bob, great to see you!” 


And they swam away.



And then one of the younger fish turned to his friend and said, “What the heck is water?”




You see, it’s very difficult to be aware of something when it’s all around you. But if one of those fish had dared to jump out of the aquarium, it would have become cognizant of water very quickly. 



You and I have jumped out of the aquarium. But what many of us are realizing is that we aren’t gasping and suffocating. We’re breathing more freely here in Barcelona. Because maybe we weren’t in an aquarium after all. Maybe, just maybe, we were in a saucepan. 



If we went back in time and I told you there would be a presidential election between two people, one of whom was among the most qualified candidates in American history, a former vice president, a Senator from the most populous state, and that candidate was running against someone who had never held political office other than the one they were running for, was a failed businessperson by any metric, had been indicted on 86 charges in four jurisdictions and found guilty on 34 counts, and had been accused of sexual assault by more than 20 victims and once found civilly liable for it, I think any reasonable person would have predicted the first candidate would win by a landslide. But we have all learned a lot about our country in the last 9 years. 



The water we all swam in was a story we were told, over and over, by everyone around us, as ubiquitous as the air we breathed. I, as a cishet white guy, could afford to believe the story completely without consequence, but even the most marginalized among us, who had to learn about the lies just to stay safe, still were infected by the story. The story told us that America was the greatest, safest, freest, most moral country on Earth. And the story was so strong, it could contain within it all these asterisks. Sure, there was the genocide that provided the land itself, and the slavery that provided the labor, and the sexism that maintained the patriarchy, and the hyper-capitalism that made the stark inequality possible, but… Those were just asterisks. 


And now we, not all of us, but many of us, and especially those of us who have leapt out of that saucepan as it begins to boil, are starting to see that the story was flipped. The asterisks are the truth, and the rest of the story is a hope, a dream, an aspiration. 


Now, I’m biased because I’m a writer of fiction, but I still hold on to the belief that dreams are not worthless. Even when we feel betrayed upon the discovery that what we were taught in our history classes might as well have included Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy for all their veracity, the youngest here among us (and their parents!) know that the Tooth Fairy is useful. And the American Dream is useful. It informs us about what we wish were true, and that can be our guide, our lodestar. A democracy is supposed to be a system which produces a government that is the expression of the will of the majority of the people. It never has been that, but our desire for a democracy tells us we should build one. The United States is not the safest country as long as children have to do lockdown drills in school, adults have to worry about being bankrupted by medical debt, women have to look at their President and know they could be assaulted any day and their attacker might not be punished but might instead be rewarded with the highest office, and if they become pregnant, they can be forced to be human incubators in a country with the highest maternal mortality rate of any high-income country.  LGBTQ people have to live each day with the fear that their marriages could be annulled, their parenting rights stripped away, and people of color have to live their lives knowing the Supreme Court just decided racial profiling is not only acceptable but the proper procedure for ICE to determine who to harass, kidnap, deport, and yes, kill. Not a few bad apples. A spoiled bunch. And the US is not the most moral country when it is actively funding genocides in other countries and stuffing human beings in hastily built concentration camps back home. And if a country is not safe, not free, and not moral, then it is not great. Just rich and deadly. 



And this is where I do have to talk a little bit about the tyrant. I’m going to say something controversial for this occasion: Donald Trump is not the problem. Donald Trump is a two-bit conman who has merely seized on an opportunity to inflate his own ego and line his pockets. He’s a useful idiot for a lot of very dangerous people, and a symbol for a lot of angry, frightened people, but, more than anything, he’s a symptom of a far deeper rot. And if the United States is not willing to confront that rot, one tyrant will simply be replaced by another. As bad as things seem today in the United States, they could get a whole lot worse. And most days, I think they will. And if I’m right, aw shucks, guess I have to live out my life in one of the greatest cities on Earth.



But some days I do find a sliver of hope, and I feel it now, looking at all of you. The United States could become great. And this is where you come in. Because you are seeing it from the outside, you can be the ones to say, “It doesn’t have to be this way.” And maybe, just maybe, on those days when you are feeling optimistic, you can even be the one to say, “It doesn’t have to be this way, and we can make it better.” Because we live in a place where kids don’t do lockdown drills in school. We live in a place where people don’t worry about medical debt. We live in a place where our tax dollars do not fund a genocide abroad or mass incarceration here. If greatness is having the most billionaires or the power to kill the most people, Spain is not going to compete with the United States. But if greatness of a nation is measured in the wellbeing of the populace, and the effectiveness of a government is measured by its responsiveness to its people, then we have all learned a lot here. We can take that knowledge to our party as one of the 57 delegations, to our states where we are registered voters, to our political representatives, to our friends and family via social media, and we can say, “Let’s make the United States into the country we all want it to become.” 



So get active, Democrats Abroad in Barcelona. The tyrant will not last forever, and you all have incredibly valuable insight our country needs in order for it to become the place it dreams of being. Thank you for sharing what you have learned!




My ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ review of C.J. Hosak's THE SLAYER'S MAGIC and THE TRAVELER'S MAGIC

I just finished The Traveler’s Magic, the second in C.J. Hosak Beads of Bone series. These are YA epic fantasy, and they are great! The story alternates between two protagonists, Ryn and Zo. They live in a world where people get access to magic based on their ancestry, and Ryn is an “ordinary,” a person with no magical powers and no special ancestral tutors who appear to the people with ancestral blood once they are given a piece of that ancestor’s bone to wear on a necklace in a fancy coming-of-age ceremony. Ryn is adopted, and finding out who her parents are will also mean possibly finding a source of magic and becoming one of the more privileged members of her society. Yes, that is a common trope in fantasy, but one of the things I really liked about this series was the way Hosak handled Ryn’s adoption. She has loving parents and she loves them, but her parents are separated, so that offers some complexity. And they aren’t perfect. Her mother has been keeping secrets from her which justify Ryn’s doubts. And Ryn doesn’t want to hurt her mother by seeking out her birth parents, but so much is riding on her blood ancestry that she’s torn between the family she loves and the need to find her magic.

Zo, on the other hand, has an awful, abusive mother, so it’s not one of those stories where all parents are evil, nor is it one where all parents are good and kind and supportive. Zo is gay, and the society also doesn’t tolerate his orientation, though he does find an older gay couple who are supportive and navigates his first relationship, his first side-piece, and how to reconnect with his boyfriend. It’s not too spicy, lots of teen yearning and kisses of varying degree of passion and success, and I felt like Hosak did a really good job of capturing the way teenage sexuality is fraught and exciting and often disappointing. The larger story centers on a magical library, and I’m always a fan of those. Hopsak does a great job of creating a world where a library really would be essential and the center of global politics because it contains the records of everyone’s ancestry in a world where ancestry is so important, so all the intrigue surrounding the library felt justified. The series is very much NOT complete. The second book ends on a cliffhanger.

So please, do me a favor and buy the first two, in print or audiobook, so Ms. Hosak feels motivated to complete the series and let me know what happens to Ryn and Zo next!

Find your copies through her website: https://cjhosack.com/

My ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Review of WEARING THE LION by John Wiswell

WEARING THE LION is a triumph, an excellent addition to John Wiswell’s growing oeuvre. I loved SOMEONE YOU CAN BUILD A NEST IN, so I went in with high expectations, and it did not disappoint. The tone evolves from a punchy comedy to something deeply affecting as the characters grow, and the choice to focus on Hera, a historically underdeveloped character, makes this an important entry in the tradition of retellings of myths. The diverse, queer ensemble feels simultaneously ancient and very modern, both accurate and respectful, and, in keeping with Wiswell’s style, the monsters come off the as the best people. The pivotal change to the traditional version is Heracles depicted as a non-traditional hero, not a gleaming mass of muscle and ego succeeding at every turn, but a person trying to do what’s right in impossible circumstances. In a world of often overwhelming injustice, it was a comfort to spend time with a humble person plodding through and trying to avoid doing more harm. He felt timely and eternal. I’ll be telling all my friends about this novel. It’s funny, delightful, and, ultimately, deeply moving.

(I was given an advance review copy. The book is available for pre-order now. https://bookshop.org/p/books/wearing-the-lion-john-wiswell/21819546 )

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Review of Brandon Sanderson’s Wind and Truth

Book 5 of Brandon Sanderson’s The Stormlight Archive is a doorstop (1344 pages, but I listened to the audiobook, so it was 52+ hours at my preferred speed), but that's because it's such a complete and populated universe. If you want to escape to another plane of existence and still learn things that will make your life in ours better, this is an excellent, healing vacation. Sure, it’s got all the sword fights and magic powers you want, but at its heart, it’s a book about mental health, and I found it thoughtful and sensitive and wonderful. Now I’ll just wait not-so-patiently for books six through 10!

A Reflection on Disproportionate Ire

In the wake of an event that causes outrage, people often feel a temptation to lash out. I’m a person. I think there’s a really healthy impulse to desire that others reflect for the sake of making better decisions in the future, and then there’s an unhealthy desire to want to harm those who have caused pain so they will feel pain. The latter is recrimination, a word that derives from the Latin for “to charge/accuse back.” It’s an unhealthy impulse because, while I can try to justify it to myself, if I stop and take a deep breath, I have to admit it’s not focused on healing and making the world better in the long run (though I tell myself it is) but on causing harm in the short run under the false pretense that some lasting good will come of it.

Even the philosophical, abstract tone of that last paragraph is self-protection. I fucked up, and I should own that. I’m sure this is something opinion columnists deal with on a weekly basis: I wrote too fast, and I didn’t take the time to process every point I made, and, in my haste, I screwed up.

In Dear America: A Breakup Letter, my central thesis was that the majority of American voters and non-voters collaborated to empower the Trump administration, either in spite of all its hateful promises or because of them, and that this is not an outlier but a symptom of a deep rot in the American electorate that is rooted in racism, misogyny, and an enculturated epistemic flaw which dictates that beliefs trump knowledge. I still hold that opinion, and I still feel that America is not a place where I can live safely. I don’t regret leaving. Those of you who were hoping for that particular mea culpa: Sorry-not-sorry, or at least sorry-not-yet. Maybe you will engage in overwhelming activism and deep personal change, fundamentally change America’s politics on every level, and make me regret ever leaving. Please, please do that. I see you out on the streets in front of your state capitols, and it gives me hope that you will make me wrong to leave. I would love that.

But in the meantime, I do want to partly retract a point I made in my book (and I don’t mean the SIX typos readers have found, though I’ll be eternally embarrassed by those). A friend of mine pointed out that I was “punching sideways” at times, and she’s absolutely right. And maybe I’m not alone in this and you can benefit from me sharing my error.

Here’s the thing: I am very, very angry at a tiny sliver of the electorate. Before I get to which one, I should stop there and consider what I say next, but in the book, I didn’t. I let my anger supersede the main point I was trying to make, that the problem in America is that the majority actively want or passively tolerate fascism and have, in different incarnations of that oppressive instinct, tolerated or supported it throughout the history of the United States. So why did I fixate on a tiny portion of the population? Because they are the people who are closest to me. Their betrayal hurt the most. So I aimed my ire at them. And that was wrong.

For me, that group was very-online, hyper-politically engaged Leftists. Yeah, people just like me. Many of my friends in that sliver of the electorate chose to speak out against Harris for various reasons. Because these people were so close to me, and because I told them a Trump victory was personally terrifying due to my death-threat-sending stalkers, I took every one of their statements calling for people to refuse to vote for Harris as a personal attack. I admit, I still do. I’m still angry. There’s no two ways about it: When they said, “I don’t care who wins because they’re both equally bad,” they were absolutely saying, “I don’t care about the impacts on you, Ben, or on anyone else, because I see those effects as being equivalent.” And since I know those effects to be shockingly different, both for me and so many others, I’m hurt by that statement. But my friend is right; out of a place of anger and pain, I’m punching sideways. That sliver of the electorate is so small, they are not the problem. They are just the ones who hurt me most because I was closest to them.

This election was so ridiculously close, it’s possible to slice and dice the vote in a million ways and find groups who could have swung it one way or the other. Like the 2016 election, we could rightly say, “If not for group tiny X, she would have won” and plug a myriad of labels into that variable. If you are like me, that distorts your view of the election. The more important point is this: It never should have been close enough for tiny group X to make a difference!

I’ll bet there are lots of people in other communities who feel similarly betrayed and are turning their ire on their betrayers. Maybe there are five Black trans men who voted for Trump in the entire 333,000,000 people in the US, and I’ll bet their friends are livid with them. Or one Buddhist Latina. I’m sure there are some Pro-Palestinian activists who were so disgusted with the Biden administration enabling Netanyahu’s genocide in Gaza that they actively pulled the lever for Trump out of spite. And was the election so close these few votes could have made a difference, depending on their geographic distribution and the individuals’ sway with their networks? It’s possible. We’ll never know if a few more people telling their friends and family to vote for Harris, even if they said they were doing so reluctantly, would have made a difference. But that’s not the point. It should never have been necessary. A healthy electorate would have had space for people on the far left to make protest votes and for people across the spectrum to just make simple human errors and fill in the wrong bubble. The closeness of the election highlights those few votes and obscures the bigger problem: It never should have been close.

I’m still glad Dear America is out there in the world, and I stand by most of what I wrote, but I regret those angry swipes at my fellow Leftists who decided they couldn’t hold their noses this time, and I regret the angry posts I’ve made at their expense since. While I still disagree with them and irrationally feel most hurt by them because of our ideological proximity, they are not the problem I should be focused on any more than any other community’s Leopards-ate-my-face members are their real problem. I should have taken more deep breaths, done more editing, and focused more on encouraging healthy, forward-focused reflection, and I failed to do so.

If you feel inclined to take a swipe at someone close to you who may be regretting their vote or non-vote, or, worse, like me, get in a pre-emptive jab on the assumption they will be particularly stung by some horrific bit of news, I encourage you to learn from my mistake. Yes, everyone’s votes matter, and everyone should get to vote and should feel ownership of the outcome, win or lose. But don’t make my mistake. To strain a metaphor beyond its breaking point, let’s not aim our punches at the margins when a problem is systemic and cultural. I addressed the book to America because America has a problem worth addressing, and I apologize for the times I lost sight of America and aimed for a few individual Americans with whom I’m irrationally angry.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Review of SOMEONE YOU CAN BUILD A NEST IN by John Wiswell

Cover art by J.M. Fenner

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This novel is... I only hesitate to say "masterpiece" because the term is overused. But I use it here selectively. It's such an ingenious premise, and the execution is impecable. This book is a masterpiece, like a piece of music concieved because of a clever melody and then elaborated upon until it becomes something so much grander. I'll be recommending it to anyone who will listen. The ending is thoroughly satisfying and even gives a little wink at the author’s reluctance to add an epilogue. You’ll see what I mean.

Review of STARTER VILLAIN by John Scalzi

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Cover of Strater Villain by John Scalzi, cover art by Tristan Elwell


I started reading a different novel that was too depressing, and I decided I needed something lighter before I could plow through that one. Scalzi to the rescue! Starter Villain starts off with a protagonist in such a bad place, it could have read like that other depressing book, but Scalzi zips us through to wild events fast enough, and then things really get fun. Scalzi doesn't hesitate to take potshots at our economic/political system and some of its more nefarious participants, and I'll bet there are those who will find it heavy-handed, but they are probably the ones who need to read it most. Our protagonist enters the world of corporate villainy only far enough to give us a glimpse of how it works, but his arc resolves without him becoming so morally compromised that we demand a tragic ending. The book's resolution, while a bit predictable, is satisfying. In a way, this novel should be more depressing than some intimate portrait of family trauma. It's a portrait of family trauma laid on top of destructive and pointless late stage-capitalism no one can fully escape! But it has talking animals. And it's very funny.