Month: April 2009

I Guess We Could Call This BlurbFail…

The cover of the mass market paperback of The Last Colony, the third novel in John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War series:

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The cover of the just-released mass market paperback of Zoe’s Tale, the fourth novel in John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War series, with an unfortunate detail highlighted:

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It seems that I am the first person to notice this.  I suppose that if you are going to have your novel retitled through typographical caprice, it’s nice to get a new title that does at least make sense with the story.  Still, poor John Scalzi.  This seems like the sort of thing it was probably someone’s job to make sure didn’t happen.

“Tentacle Mind Report” by Stefani Nellen

Steffi wrote the first draft of this story at Clarion last summer, and after a couple of pages I put my pen down and forgot I was supposed to be critiquing because I was so engrossed by it.  Steffi has a gift for marrying the mundane to the unsettling, and while this story of parasitic friendship and mental collapse in recently reunified Germany is among the most naturalistic she wrote last summer, fantastic imagery intrudes as a pseudo-authorial voice in a way that is deeply creepy and utterly brilliant.  I have been eagerly awaiting getting to see this story again, and now Conjunctions has had the wisdom to publish it.  Go read Stefani Nellen’s “Tentacle Mind Report.”

Next Book Results

The winner of my poll on what book I already own I should read next was A Fire Upon The Deep, by Vernor Vinge.  I will read this book soon, but it isn’t going to be the next book off the stack.  The real winner is: none of the above.  Kat has convinced me, in the comments on my last post, that Zoe’s Tale, by John Scalzi, needs to be bumped up in priority.  But I want to be able to appreciate it both in terms of its place in the larger OMW universe narrative, and its place in Scalzi’s body of work.  So I am going to do a marathon burn through the series, like I did last month with Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies, Pretties, and Specials.  Hence, the next novels I read will be The Ghost Brigades, then The Last Colony, then Zoe’s Tale.

And then, if I’m not feeling burned out on fiction again, A Fire Upon The Deep.  Unless I get seduced by Martin Millar’s Lux The Poet, which I saw while I was getting my copy of The Ghost Brigades, and had to buy because, come on, I’m only human.  (I’m never going to get my unread books list under 40.  This is why I refuse to let myself buy books online.)

The 2009 Hugo Best Novel Shortlist

It’s an incredibly strong year for the best novel Hugo.  The nominees are Cory Doctorow’s Little Brother, Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, John Scalzi’s Zoe’s Tale, Neal Stephenson’s Anathem, and Charles Stross’s Saturn’s Children. I’ve now read four of these five, and though I don’t know if I will be buying an Anticipation membership and actually voting, I think I know what this part of my ballot would look like.

A caveat: I haven’t read Zoe’s Tale.  I’ve read Old Man’s War, the first book set in the series.  Zoe’s Tale is supposed to be able to stand on it’s own, but I understand that it covers the same period of time as the previous book set in this universe, The Last Colony, which makes reluctant to jump straight to it.  I enjoyed Old Man’s War well enough that I will probably read the rest of the series, but I found it to be solidly in the light entertainment, read-it-in-a-day category.  Combine that with my current attempt to read books I already have rather than buying more new books, and I might not get to it before the convention.  While I love Scalzi’s blogging, the fiction of his I’ve read makes me suspect that his contribution would be at the bottom of my ballot in this absurdly strong year.  But I could be wrong.  If I manage to get to Zoe’s Tale any time soon, I’ll update this.

The ones I’ve read, in ascending order of how I would vote:

4) Saturn’s Children by Charles Stross.  Stross’s work has so far been hit-and-miss for me, but when it misses it’s a near miss and the hits are incredibly solid.  I found Accelerando and Glasshouse absorbing, but I put down Singularity Sky after about 100 pages, and I’m honestly unlikely to ever return to it.  (Can anyone tell me if Iron Sunrise stands alone?)  Halting State also failed to grab me, though I think I will give it another chance at some point.  The books that worked for me are hard, big idea SF carried out with astonishing verisimilitude, and Saturn’s Children follows in this mode.  In addition, it continues Stross’s trend of incorporating alternative sexuality and kink–especially BDSM–in a way that is neither judgmental nor sensationalistic.  So I loved Saturn’s Children, and the only thing that keeps me from putting it higher on this list is that there were several plot reveals crucial to the climax, and I saw all of them coming well in advance of where I thought I was supposed to.  I found it a brilliant but unfortunately predictable book, in a way that neither Accelerando nor Glasshouse were.  Almost any other year this would probably be higher.

3) Anathem by Neal Stephenson.  This was the hardest one for me to settle on a place for.  On the one hand there are few books that I’ve spent more time thinking about after I closed the cover.  On the other hand, there is no way for me to think of this book where it doesn’t seem to have a flaw right at its heart.  A big problem for me is that, for all of the interesting philosophy, Stephenson just gets the physics wrong.  He conflates multiversity and many-world QM in a way that, the more you follow through the implications, undermines nearly every scientific conceit in the story.  (Briefly: he’s internally inconsistent in his handling of the interactions between atoms from different universes.  It’s a big problem.)  My conception of Anathem is as a book that essentially fails to hit it’s target–but at the same time, the target itself is so grand that even coming close makes for an impressive work.  And I continue to just lap up Stephenson’s prose; I tore through this 1000 page novel in a matter of days.

2) The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman.  A gem, and my favorite of his works since American Gods.  If Anathem seemed to somehow miss its target, then The Graveyard Book is a milimeter-precision bullseye.  It is beautiful and sad and funny, and it’s lessons about bravery and self-sufficiency and how to make mistakes and respond to having made them are timeless.  And it is this timeless quality–which made it a supremely worthy winner of the Newberry award–that has me placing it second on the Hugo ballot rather than first.

1) Little Brother by Cory Doctorow.  My top two books this year are both YA, both engrossing, and both made me want to find the nearest precocious young person and put it immediately into their hands.  I think, and this is not hyperbole, that these are two books that have the potential to change people’s lives.  The Graveyard Book is perhaps the slightly more polished of the two.  But while the lessons of The Graveyard Book are timeless, Little Brother sets out to educate us about our own immediate, onrushing future.  That’s a task to which science fiction is uniquely suited, and the Hugo is science fiction award.  All other things being largely equal, it is this quality of Little Brother being more essentially SFnal that makes me think it the worthiest winner of the Hugo this year.

I’m Big In Ghana

Well, at least, I’m big enough to have had my work plagiarized by someone ostensibly from Ghana.  The Grin Without A Cat blog reports the receipt of a strange submission for an anthology of fantasy stories by Filipino authors:

Specifically, someone sent in a pseudo-submission with this intro:

From: samuel ansah asare
Date: Thu, Apr 9, 2009 at 6:44 PM
Subject: SUBMISSION OF MY 7500 WORDS OF SHORT STORIES.
To: estranghero@gmail.com

NAME :MR. SAMUEL ERNEST ANSAH ASARE,
P.O.BOX 1049,
KANESHIE-ACCRA.
GHANA.
TELEPHONE NUMBERS: +233(0)242517475, +233(0)267307499

NOTE :PLEASE IF I WIN FOR MY 7500WORDS OF MY SPECULATIVE SHORT STORIES, KINDLY USE MY REAL NAME MR.ERNEST ASARE IN MAKING WESTERN UNION TO SEND MY CASH OF PRIZE OF MONEY TO ME. MY GHANAIAN NATIONAL VOTER ID CARD IS MISSING SO DO NOT USE SAMUEL AS A WESTERN UNION TO ME IN GHANA.

[…]

But what made this doubly-interesting was when– on a whim– I googled the first line of the first story and what came out was Eugene Fisher’s Husbandry in Strange Horizons. The others were Nira and I by Shweta Narayan, The Spider in You by Sean E. Markey, and Turning the Apples by Tina Connolly.

So, there we have it.  My first plagiarization.  (Also, the first misspelling of my name in attribution of published work.  This will almost certainly happen again.)  This brings to my mind Neal Stephenson’s remarks upon learning that text from his novel Cryptonomicon was being used by spammers:

e-mail filters learn from their mistakes. When the Cryptonomicon spam was sent out, it must have generated an immune response in the world’s spam filtering systems, inoculating them against my literary style. So this could actually cause my writing to disappear from the Internet.

If this blog–or worse, Strange Horizons–should suddenly go dark, blame the Ghanan fiction spammers.

What’s Next?

After a couple of weeks of lacking the attention span to finish a book, I find myself recovered and on something of a reading binge.  In just the past few days I’ve read Jedediah Berry’s The Manual of Detection, Charles Stross’s Saturn’s Children, and Joanna Russ’s We Who Are About To…. I’m currently working my way through Nancy Kress’s collection Beaker’s Dozen, but when I finish that it will be time for another novel.  The question is: which one?  I have a huge stack of unread fiction, which you can look at on LibraryThing.  I have a few preferences among those; some books I’m more interested in than others.  Help me decide what I should read next.

What Book Should E. J. Read Next?

  • Something else from my unread list, which I will identify in the comments. (44%, 4 Votes)
  • A FIRE UPON THE DEEP by Vernor Vinge (33%, 3 Votes)
  • THE BRIEF AND WONDEROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO by Junot Diaz (22%, 2 Votes)
  • LIGHT by M. John Harrison (0%, 0 Votes)
  • THE ALGEBRAIST by Iain M. Banks (0%, 0 Votes)
  • MOCKINGBIRD by Sean Stewart (0%, 0 Votes)

Total Voters: 9

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Portrait of a Scary Beardy Man

From The Jane Austen Book Club, by Karen Joy Fowler:

Bernadette was our oldest member, just rounding the bend of sixty-seven. She’d recently announced that she was, officially, letting herself go.  “I just don’t look in the mirror anymore,” she’d told us.  “I wish I’d thought of it years ago….

“Like a vampire,” she added, and when she put it that way, we wondered how it was that vampires always managed to look so dapper.  It seemed that more of them should look like Bernadette.

Prudie had once seen Bernadette in the supermarket in her bedroom slippers, her hair sticking up from her forehead as if she hadn’t even combed it.  She was buying frozen edamame and capers and other items that couldn’t have been immediately needed.

Lately I am sort of doing this.  Thanks to steroids, my face looks wrong to me in the mirror, so I have started more or less pretending it isn’t there.  After several weeks of this, I look less like the smiling figure at the top of this page, and more like, well, this:

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Fortunately for both me and any children of delicate disposition who live on my street, I have just gotten permission from my gastroenterologist to begin the process of tapering down my dosage of steroids.  Within the next three months, assuming no medical setbacks, I should recognize my own face again.  Then will come celebratory shaving.

THE MANUAL OF DETECTION by Jedediah Berry

This book was shelved in mystery, but it read to me more like a fantasy novel that used the tropes of detective stories as an endlessly malleable playground.  The main character, Charles Unwin, is easily likeable, as he moves through the story hopelessly in over his head.  The set pieces are beautiful, even haunting.  I enjoyed the first two thirds of the book more than the ending, in which the amorphous dreamlike reality Unwin has been cast into solidifies into a literal, structured dreamscape.  The plot, while reasonably satisfyingly resolved, just isn’t as compelling as the images and atmosphere.  For most of the book the story feels like a dream, in that even when there are moments of danger and uncertainty, there is no sense of menace: in the end, we will wake up safe in bed.  As the story moves toward the climax it embraces more traditional forms of narrative tension and suspense, and starts to feel somehow flatter for it.  Still, even if the plot seems slight in retrospect, the characters are delightful and each gets his or her moment to shine before the end.  This was a highly enjoyable read, and a perfect book to keep on the bedside table, get lost in under the covers, and fall asleep while reading.

Pebble Bonsai

More sculpture.

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Lightbulb With Child

Today I felt too slow for fiction, so I made sculpture.

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