Category: Books

Things Are Different

The world today is a subtly changed place, full of mystery and curiosities.  The tide of popular opinion waxes on strange shores:

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Long familiar things have mutated into nearly unrecognizable forms:

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But the most important change of the day?  That would be this:

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What?  You don’t see it?  Understandable.  Look closer:

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My friend and former roomie Ferrett‘s first pro sale, “Camera Obscured,” hit the stands today.  I got to see the first draft of this story at Clarion, and was thrilled for him when it was bought by Asimov’s only a few months later.  This makes Ferrett the first Clarion ’08er to crack one of the so-called “big three.”  Asimov’s was the one my parents subscribed to when I was a kid, and thus retains a special, nostalgia-tinged place in my affections.  Holding a copy of it that has a friend’s story inside is pretty exciting for me.  Way to go, Ferrett!

Help Me Help A Friend

I am friends with a couple who just had their sixth and seventh children, premature twin boys that they just got to bring home.  Preemies are tough, two of them are tougher, and the five kids they already had, ranging in age from 13 to 2, are a bit of a handful as well.  So they already had a lot on their plate when, a couple of days ago, the two-year-old accidentally nearly blinded his twelve-year-old sister with toilet bowl cleaner.  She’s healing nicely, but the commonest way for their family to spend evenings during the summer is to watch movies together, and she can’t easily do that now.  So another friend and I had the idea to get her some audiobooks.  She isn’t much of a reader, but we got her the audiobook of Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, and she loved it.  I have since given her Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies.  I’m trying to find other good, recent YA–focusing on that with an SF bent–that she and her older sister might enjoy, especially that is available as an audiobook.  Suggestions are welcome.

Stuff I’m Doing and Reading: A Miscellany

So I’m paying hosting costs for this site, right?  I bought a domain name and everything.  I should do something with it.  Here’s what I’m doing right now:

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I’m in a bar, lurking in corners with my laptop and munching tiny hamburgers.  Creepy and delicious!  Even more exciting than what I’m doing right now: things on the internet that I have recently enjoyed.

First up, Leonard Richardson’s story “Let Us Now Praise Awesome Dinosaurs” just went live on Strange Horizons.  The story is precisely what it says on the tin, and the world is a better place for it.  I haven’t met Leonard, but he was one of the editors of Thoughtcrime Experiments, which has been pretty awesome every time I’ve dipped into it.  I should note that this is a story written in the infernokrusher idiom, the description and discussion of which at the link are supremely entertaining reading in their own right.

Next, a review of Robert Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Nicholas Whyte.  He is one of my favorite sources of thoughtful writing about science fiction, and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress has been one of my favorite SF novels for years.  It’s one of those books I buy copies of to give away.  Nicholas’s review almost perfectly reflects my own thoughts about the book, except if I were writing it there would probably have been a little gleeful gushing about the awesomeness of people hurtling between planets in jury rigged tin cans.  But then I think I’m more of a gusher than he is.

Just got word that there is a birthday party I need to be at.

Exuent.

Incoming Review

It has since been given new life under new ownership, but earlier this year it looked for a while like the magazine Realms of Fantasy was going to go under.  I was sad to learn that SF was losing a short fiction market, in this case one that I had never read.  I decided to rectify that.

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There was a lot of good stuff in this magazine, but by far my favorite was the story “The Radio Magician” by James Van Pelt, an author I had never heard of.  I got online, found his LiveJournal, and started following.  He recently announced that his latest collection, titled The Radio Magician and Other Stories was forthcoming from Fairwood Press, and as publicity he would send out several ARCs to anyone who asked, on the condition that the recipients review the book on their personal web space.  I jumped on this offer.

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It arrived in the mail yesterday, and I’m excited to start reviewing (though I probably won’t get to for at least another week).  This is the first time I’ve gotten an ARC to review since I was in high school, and the first ARC I’ve ever gotten for a piece of fiction.  Also, this was an excellent way to indulge my bibliophilia without violating my book-buying moratorium.  A definite win-win.  More on this collection forthcoming.

Recent Reading (May 5, 2009)

My friend Megan does capsule reviews of the books she reads every month, and whenever she does I think to myself, “Oh!  That’s clever!  I should do that.”  And then I fail to keep track of all the books I read, and by the time Megan puts up her next set of reviews, I can’t remember what I read when.  So I am going to go a less regimented route, and just start doing reviews of my recent reading whenever the mood strikes me, and not worry about some books slipping through the cracks.

We Who Are About To… by Joanna Russ — While I was at Clarion, Geoff Ryman told me that one of my stories needed to be a tale of grand adventure and escape, because he didn’t think I had the temperament to write an elegiac rumination on the inevitability of death, which was the only other way the story could work.  My response was approximately, “Pshh! Don’t label me, author man!  I’m confident I can write anything!” because I’m mature like that.  Geoff recommended We Who Are About To… as a novel to look at for how to do that well.  I’d heard of Russ as the author of The Female Man, often given as an example of early feminist SF, but I had never read any of her work.  I found this book interesting, but not really enjoyable.  The first 100 pages or so are a story of the survivors of a spaceship crash wrangling with gender roles and the tyranny of the majority, written in the tersest prose style I have ever encountered.  After only one of the initial survivors is left alive (not really a spoiler, it is made clear from the very start that none of them are surviving to the end of the book), the writing becomes more discursive and far less interesting for the last 70 pages.  It is certainly a rumination on the inevitability of death, but to this reader it failed to be an engaging one.  I found the book disjointed, and had to force myself to finish it.  I will still probably read The Female Man at some point.

The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi — Scalzi’s writing is smooth and entertaining; I’ve never read a book of his that I haven’t enjoyed.  That said, I found this to be the weakest of the Old Man’s War novels, largely because it focused so heavily on a bit of future tech that didn’t work for me in the previous book.  The part of Old Man’s War detailing the transfer of consciousness from the soldiers’ original bodies to their fighting bodies felt fairly hand-wavey to me, treating cognition and identity as something akin to a videogame cartridge that gets removed from one brain and slammed into another.  Thus the uncomfortable “Think Like A Dinosaur” identity duplication problem is avoided, but not in a very convincing fashion.  It didn’t work for me in Old Man’s War, where it just showed up once, and continued to not work for me throughout all of The Ghost Brigades.  Also, the plot felt a little bit formulaic, in that it twice employed the “character has a minorly clever insight early in the story that turns out to be (surprise!) applicable under the much more dire circumstances of the climax” summer movie callback structure.  It was done well, but my reaction to it was that I was reading a very accomplished demonstration of something I had seen before, rather than being surprised by something new.

The Last Colony, by John Scalzi — The third book in the series I enjoyed more, especially because it fixed another problem I had with the previous book.  Somewhere in The Ghost Brigades it is mentioned that our part of the galaxy has over 700 spacefaring races, and when I read that line my immediate thought was that I hadn’t been made to feel that the galaxy really was that heavily populated.  I didn’t buy that there were other aliens outside the edges of the page, and that the ones in the story were merely those most relevant to the characters at the moment.  But Scalzi does a much better job making the galaxy feel like a fully populated place in The Last Colony, which I appreciated.  Precisely what it means for the Obin to have intelligence without consciousness, and how their consciousness prostheses effect them is not really well explained, but that ended up bothering me much less than the similar level of handwaviness about consciousness transfer in the previous two books–probably because there was no issue of the potential for duplicated identity to be addressed.  I more or less just decided that they were all Data turning his emotion chip on and off and didn’t worry about it.  John, Jane, Zoë, Hickory, and Dickory are a delightful family to spend a novel reading about, and I didn’t even mind Zoë showing up with a deus ex machina toward the end because I knew I would get another whole novel worth of time to spend to them.

Zoe’s Tale, by John Scalzi — I think that my friend Kat is correct when she opines in this comment thread that Zoe’s Tale is the strongest novel in the series.  Zoë’s voice is a real departure from the beats and cadences of the previous books, and is very convincingly realized.  I think Scalzi is justifiably proud of her.  While it still comes fifth in my ranking of this year’s best novel Hugo shortlist, it isn’t by as much as I thought it would be based on having only read Old Man’s War.  John Perry learns a lot, but doesn’t really change much as a person from the first moment we meet him.  Jane Sagan changes from a no-identity weapon into a person, which is an interesting character arc, but not one that is very universal or easy to relate to.  Jared Dirac’s path of personal development is even more divorced from standard human experience.  But Zoë is different.  Zoë Boutin-Perry is the first main character we really get to see grow as a person in a recognizable way, and that is what makes Zoe’s Tale the best of these books.  My only real complaint about it is that I think my enjoyment was much enhanced by knowing things about the story from the last book–such as the full details of the redacted Conclave video–that couldn’t be included in this book because Zoë never learned them.  I’m glad I read the series in order, and I do wonder whether the book wouldn’t seem significantly less nuanced if read on its own.  But I believe that the best moments in the book, such as Zoë’s thoughts about Enzo or her address to the assembled Obin on the space station, will be affecting for any reader.  Zoë is Scalzi’s strongest character, and that makes her moments of triumph more powerful than any that came before.

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.

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.

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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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.