Idea (World's Best Fantasy Novel)
Dec. 18th, 2007 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jheti
A woman can expect to learn the following, in roughly this order: home language (spoken and written), enemy language, trade-lang (pidgin), home history, propaganda re: enemy history, arithmetic and numeric position theory, music, a scientific discipline (Halcyon encourages sorcery and mechanics. Haphestion priority runs to chemistry and sorcery), and perhaps rudimentary appreciation for art (by which we mean the "tasteful" male pin-ups that decorate their battle machinery and locker rooms). Any sort of thorough knowledge in this area is strongly discouraged, as it smacks of being mannish.
Men can expect to learn: cooking, cleaning, comportment, etiquette, proper dress, needlework, artistic design, dance, a smidge of social history, how to please and pacify women, and how to raise sensitive, caring little boys in their own graceful image.
Should a man be chosen/separated from his family and otherwise bludgeoned into the horrific, womanly pursuit of combat and bloodshed, he learns liek eight bajillion kinds of martial arts, but no weapon training, and is sent into the field to be splattered by firepots and flintlock muskets. Man in a fight is a symbol, canon fodder, and beautiful virtuous victim all in one convenient package.
The stupid names for the Amazon planets stand, because I don't have the energy to name them anything fun and still go on turning every single facet of the socialization with which I am familiar inside-out.
I have a feeling this is beyond my powers.
Thieves take note: I would pay a nice sum to watch exactly this happen in trilogy form. Also, please note: The men cannot rebel. It is not within their power or place. If they try, their feet will be bound, because it's aesthetically pleasing for men to have teeny-tiny feet, or whatever other flowery excuse the Saffron Empire in the East of Halcyon will come up with.
Srys. The plot can have absolutely nothing to do with any of the following:
A male rebellion
A love that dares defy the gender codification
Any sort of mpreg
In short: tell me about the girls. Heaven knows they'll finally be able to accomplish things, I daresay, with that kind of deck in their favor.
(Timeline is an odd amalgamation of the 13 and 1700's. With SPACESHIPS. You did not see that coming.)
If better can be done, please, go ahead.
Men can expect to learn: cooking, cleaning, comportment, etiquette, proper dress, needlework, artistic design, dance, a smidge of social history, how to please and pacify women, and how to raise sensitive, caring little boys in their own graceful image.
Should a man be chosen/separated from his family and otherwise bludgeoned into the horrific, womanly pursuit of combat and bloodshed, he learns liek eight bajillion kinds of martial arts, but no weapon training, and is sent into the field to be splattered by firepots and flintlock muskets. Man in a fight is a symbol, canon fodder, and beautiful virtuous victim all in one convenient package.
The stupid names for the Amazon planets stand, because I don't have the energy to name them anything fun and still go on turning every single facet of the socialization with which I am familiar inside-out.
I have a feeling this is beyond my powers.
Thieves take note: I would pay a nice sum to watch exactly this happen in trilogy form. Also, please note: The men cannot rebel. It is not within their power or place. If they try, their feet will be bound, because it's aesthetically pleasing for men to have teeny-tiny feet, or whatever other flowery excuse the Saffron Empire in the East of Halcyon will come up with.
Srys. The plot can have absolutely nothing to do with any of the following:
A male rebellion
A love that dares defy the gender codification
Any sort of mpreg
In short: tell me about the girls. Heaven knows they'll finally be able to accomplish things, I daresay, with that kind of deck in their favor.
(Timeline is an odd amalgamation of the 13 and 1700's. With SPACESHIPS. You did not see that coming.)
If better can be done, please, go ahead.
