Saturday, 22 August 2015

The Sheep Look Up by John Brunner

I've read The Sheep Look Up once before, at University, on a module about Science and Science Fiction. I loved it then, and I've been meaning to re-read it for years.

Well, it did not disappoint. In fact, it hit me a lot harder this time around.

The Sheep Look up is an ensemble piece, featuring dozens of characters, in a near-future imagined in the 1960s, full of environmental troubles and broiling tensions. It is an ecological disaster novel, except that the disaster has been working at glacial speeds for decades, and is continuing to glacially move forward during the year that this novel covers. There is a continuous build-up of tensions and horror as the novel progresses, each month being a worse gut-punch than the last.

At first, I struggled with the re-read: had I not remembered how highly I'd thought of the book as a student, I might not have persevered. The snippety, scattershot approach to scenes and mood setting texts was a bit offputting at the start. Once things got moving, the book became compulsive, unputdownable, terrifying.

What makes it so scary is that, aside from not having foreseen the internet, it feels as if John Brunner has foreseen our times, and seen through it all, encapsulating the dystopia and the disastrous nature of our policies and our collective willful ignorance. Every horror that happens in the book is rooted in news stories and trends that fit right into our world. The president in this book, Prexy, might as well be called Trump, as he sounds exactly like Trump. (I'd read the book in George W Bush's times, and it felt authentic even then)



How about a list of things that Brunner has correctly predicted?
  • Prexy in the book is very, very similar to  Bush and Trump
  • Puritan is a brand in the book which foreshadows The Honest CompanyFairtrade and Organic. Brunner correctly foresaw that these are designed to be brands above all, with limited regard for authenticity. Their purpose is to be a plaster, products for slacktivists to buy and feel superior about. The only thing he did not foresee is just how many 'ethical' and 'natural' fads and brands there would be: walk down the high street, and you'll spot one branch of Lush, Holland & Barrett, Bodyshop etc after the other, 
  • The everyday-ness of sex, in fashion styles, but also sex equality (several women are as sexual as men, and as unembarrassed / unburdened by self-repression, regrets and shame in the book).
  • The mass market for home water filtration devices like Britta and Sodastream
  • Pseudo-environmental cars like the Prius and other hybrids - except even Brunner assumed they'd have moved on from fossil fuels by now. In the book, they are powered by steam. It's left a bit open as to how that steam is generated.
  • Increasingly poison-resistant pests
  • Increasingly medicine resistant germs
  • Proliferation of allergies, auto-immune diseases and general sickliness, especially among children
  • Children growing up in ever-more protective bubbles, raised by ever-more-fearful parents
  • Ashley Madison.... well, the normalisation of extra-marital affairs, at least!
  • Climate Change
  • Airport security nightmares and constantly growing inconvenience due to an ever present terror threat
And many, many more...

In some cases, he did draw a future marginally bleaker than our present, but it is terrifying how often his descriptions echo our world.

All I can say is that this book is a pessimistic masterpiece, full of believable characters in an authentic-seeming world, struggling with everyday problems while things get worse and worse around them. Everyone should read it. Once you get used to the snippetiness, it's magnificent. (And every little scene is relevant, things happen in the background of scenes which relate to other scenes in the book...)

Rating: 5/5 - Excelent. Superb. A literary masterpiece.

Postscript:
If I were HBO, I'd buy the rights to The Sheep Look Up, to Random Acts of Senseless Violence (a novel about economic crisis leading to a mental health crisis and ultimately bringing society to its knees) and to The Water Knife (another eco-dystopia), and plan an epic, gritty multi-season TV series combining the three. The three books, by different authors and unrelated, show futures that are eminently compatible with each other, and utterly convincing, utterly engrossing, utterly terrifying.



Saturday, 15 August 2015

Nineworlds

Geeking out at Nine Worlds - image by dorristhelorris

Preamble


Last summer, I attended Loncon. When I booked my ticket, I didn't even realise that this was Worldcon, and that it doesn't happen in London every year. All I knew was that the list of attending authors included most of my favourite writers, and I just had to be there.

It was more or less my first convention. (I'd been to one or two tiny events before, but nothing like this). It was awesome and magical and got me instantly hooked. Kaffeeklatsches with literary  Gods! Writers and book lovers everywhere! Geeky shy people being welcoming and open! Somehow, this was a rare occasion when I rarely felt like drifting to the edges of the room to hide away and fade out...

So, almost as soon as I got back, I started looking for more. I needed another fix, or two or three. I found out about some other conventions and, in the coming months, bought tickets to several.

Eastercon (Dysprosium) was my second, and while it wasn't quite as huge as Loncon, it was fab, too. Nineworlds was the third major convention I bought a ticket to. I bought the ticket before the programme and guest list was announced, on the strength of last year's guest list (and to get the advance ticket rate). I'll be honest - I don't think I would have bought the ticket after seeing the guest list, not because there's anything wrong with the guests, but because I'd already encountered most of the A-listers at other conventions, and knew too little (cough, nothing, cough) about the rest. Also, Nineworlds is a pop culture con with a decent literary / writing streak, while the other cons were literary / writing cons with some added pop culture. Nineworlds simply had a slightly different balance of events, rendering it a great programme, but not an unmissable one.

Friday

I've not been having the best of times in work lately, with frustrations, a clash or two, and a high workload / late night work / manicness. So getting up at 4am to catch the coach to London was somewhat painful. Also, I'd had to pack my laptop to be able to do some work during the convention, which detracted from my enthusiasm somewhat.

I dozed through the journey in a semi-coma, starting to look up the website of the convention as the coach got closer to Heathrow. I had not actually read the programme, or the programme book, or anything, in detail. In fact, I texted Kelly / Dorristheloris from the coach to figure out which hotel the convention was in (I'd booked myself into the Renaissance, but forgotten entirely where Nineworlds was based)

After leaving my suitcase in my hotel and consuming as much coffee as I could gulp down, I dashed to the Radisson Blu Edwardian. The density of geeky people with name tags increased exponentially the closer I got. At the registration desk, Kelly gave me a warm welcome, and I got a numbered tag and back with goodies & programme book. After registration, I basically tried to fit in as many panels as I could...



This panel appealed to me because I've read (and enjoyed) a novel by Sebastian de Castell, because I'm usually interested in discussions about stories and writing, and because all the other names on the panel looked intriguingly multicultural. It was a little surprising that actually, despite the global-sounding mix of names, everyone was white. 

The discussion was interesting. I made a mental note that characters need a mini-wish / motivation in each scene, rather than just an overarching objective, and that agency is important. At some point, the definition of a great protagonist appeared to be "a totally screwed, somewhat screwed up person with plenty of agency" and I could not help thinking that The Martian meets at least two of these criteria with spectacular aplomb. Interestingly, the topic of charisma never really got mentioned. I guess most of our empathy with a character is caused by them being in trouble, and only the rest relates to the character's personality.



Hellen Grünefeld, Dr Fiona Coward, Gill Conquest, (plus, I think, a fourth academic?)

This was a really enjoyable panel because it was a pure Q&A. No plan, no lecture, just audience questions and an open conversation. I was unashamedly the first to shoot up my hand and ask a question (about how to go about creating artefacts on the surface that will still be there in 100,000 years). My question was inspired by Into Eternity and relates obliquely to my own accursed novel project, so I was delighted to get answers (nowhere near a rainforest, in a temperate climate, encased & well protected, ideally not on the surface but buried) and thrilled that obviously others had seen the same documentary, as they also referred to the points raised by Into Eternity. Which is an excellent documentary - watch it if you can. 

Possibly due to having slept for only 2 or 3 hours that night, I currently struggle to remember details of the rest of the discussion, except for a pervasive sense of fascination, wonder and excitement. It was a wonderful panel run by excited, friendly people. One of the panellists works in isolated tribal communities in the wilderness, looking for positive ways in which modern technology might intersect with their lifestyles and enable them to continue their cultures (I think: again, my memory is a bit vague). Basically, I could happily imagine each of them starring in their own Indiana-Jones style adventure movies, having fun while saving the world and kicking ass (with kindness and in a polite sort of way).

UFO by Gill Conquest
Uncharted Territories
There was something remarkable about the academia track at Nineworlds: it was warm, welcoming, excited about the subjects, full of energy, and without any of the self-regard and snideness that academic discussions can sometimes drift into. No one had a dig at anyone (as far as I recall). There were conversations more than discussions, and discussions rather than debates. The audience on those panels I attended deserve as much credit for this atmosphere as the panellists.



This was a small workshop that you had to sign up for in advance (and the reason why I'd tried hard to arrive at the con early, so I could sign the register).

Literary agents are mysterious beasts. This was the second agent-focused event I attended (after a panel discussion at Eastercon). It was interesting, and the advice about cover letters and synopses was great. I now feel that I could have a good go at both - but probably I could do so much more easily for other people's novels than my own. Maybe I should offer cover letter & synopsising services on freelancing websites...



Another exciting session, all the more so for being interactive. I was definitely very lucky in the "whose fingers I get to fondle" part of the performance, although I fear I can't say the same for my opposite number.

We all got 'trainee mind reader' badges and learnt quite a bit about how mind reading magic works. The science was interesting & educational, even if the videos didn't work.


This was a presentation / panel by a representative from Inmarsat, about their work and the opportunities for saving lives and making apps on their platform.

Fascinating stuff. I almost wanted to sign up to work for them right there and then - but I can't help the niggling suspicion that the life saving apps they are so (rightly) proud of might not be the money-spinners of the business, and that somewhere at the heart of it all, there might be military / defence contracts (boo, hiss)...

It does seem like satellite communications networks have moved along quite a way since the days when 'iridium' was the topic du jour. The potential for this technology is limitless - I hope it will be used for good more than ill.

I thoroughly enjoyed the presentation & was very excited to be there.


This talk by a black feminist activist was entertaining, enthusiastic and educational. I must admit that race related protests are not always easy for me to relate to, so hearing the perspective of someone involved in them was very interesting.

(Why do I say they are not easy to relate to? Because I am a white male, and my experience of race is pretty much theoretical: I am the default. And because, from my perspective, it looks as if we live in a post-racial society, where we all are legally equal. The fact that it takes some generations for mentalities to change, rather than the passing of a law, is easy to ignore...)

One of the things I find quite heartbreaking is how powerless people feel. While I oppose revolution / criminal protests, I can see how frustrations would boil over. I'm very interested in how society can be convinced to change. How can a small core of passionate activists nudge and pinch society until it becomes something better? And, especially, how can activist get the mainstream on board, rather than being seen as a whacky fringe that's ignored?

Seeing Jeremy Corbyn stand for Labour leadership is pretty much the first time this millennium that there is at least a glimmer of hope on the horizon that my own sense moral beliefs will finally be reflected in mainstream politics. I have attended many a (peaceful) protest, with limited or no impact. I went to this talk to find out about how we can gain impact.

I went to this talk because everyone loves the rebels in Star Wars, or the Browncoats in Firefly, and hates the Empire / Alliance, but in real life, protestors are often abused, and riots are considered antisocial, criminal, loutish behaviour. In real life, we are all part of the Empire / Alliance, and we vilify the rebels & browncoats...

Sadly, the talk could not offer any answers as to how to change the world (if there were any easy answers, someone would have found them by now). That does not mean my attendance was futile - it was an engaging and fascinating talk, followed by a good discussion. It was also one of the few events where a single speaker held the attention of the audience, rather than a panel / discussion setup.



Informal Book Blogger Meetup

Despite a very long, tiring day, I decided that I should try and do the social thing in the evening. I am not very good at being social. I feel very uncomfortable in noisy environments and large groups, I have a terrible memory for names and faces, and I'm pretty bad at making first impressions. So, meeting people and being social is very exhausting and fraught with tension and generally followed by several days of fretting. (In fact as I am writing this a week later, there are still things I said in some of the conversation that I'm fretting over).

Oh, and I suspected that a guy I went to University with was likely to be there. Thankfully, when he arrived he sat at the furthest end of the group, so we could mutually and successfully avoid making eye contact or having to talk to each other. (We're neither enemies nor friends. Best described as awkward acquaintances, I think.)

That said, despite all the awkward, it was great to meet other book bloggers. Here's who I've met and chatted with:

After this, I returned to my own hotel to follow them all on Twitter, then crash and sleep.

Saturday

I didn't get up to the earliest start on Saturday: residual tiredness continued. Also, I spent some time on Saturday before panels trying to connect to the internet and do work (wifi fail! Radisson's wifi for people who aren't guests was shockingly bad), and between panels, with someone's guest wifi password, finally connecting to the internet and working.

So, Saturday was a day of fewer panels, more suffering.


This was a series of talks by historians about things they think they can infer from circumstantial evidence, but without any real proof. The theories were quite Roman-centric. I'm pretty sure I would have gotten more from them if I knew more about the Romans, about individual Roman historical characters, and especially, if the exhaustion from previous nights & lack of sleep had not still been bothering me.

As it was, I mostly remember the theory that there was a Romance language in Britain, between the fall of the Roman empire and the arrival of the Anglo Saxons, of which no trace exists now. It sounded plausible and interesting. Another theory dealt with an emperor who never was - the gay lover of a Caesar who was slowly being prepared and groomed to become his successor, but who died in some kind of accident before the old Caesar, so the succession changed.



This was another small workshop requiring sign-up.

At this point, I must admit that I probably misunderstood something about Masterclasses, Monsterclasses, etc. at Nineworlds: I assumed they were meant to be participatory, so I had a tendency to ask questions, attempt to make jokes and try to interact with the speakers. With the benefit of hindsight, I now realise I was the only one doing so in several Master- / Monsterclasses, so they were obviously intended as classes / presentations. I suddenly feel belated awkwardness: I must have been a little annoying. Ooops. Sorry, all fellow attendees!

It was an interesting presentation. I learnt more about self-publishing than I'd known or been aware of. Some aspects were less revelatory to me than others (outsourcing the editing, proofreading, cover designing, manuscript formatting etc. are things I'm aware of. Digital distributors, Ingramspark, Reedsy, and other things, were entirely new to me. Especially Ingramspark seemed to be a useful thing to be aware of).

It was a pity that post-publishing (namely, marketing) was outside the scope of this class - as that is an area I am still quite curious about.



Liz De Jager

Liz's books sound like they are quite interesting, but this Monsterclass was unfortunately not really for me. It did not help that I went in there with a misguided expectation - of something very interactive - and found it was actually mostly a powerpoint presentation. So my disappointment is at least 50% my own fault

The session covered Liz's career path as an author and some of the monsters she has created or adapted from mythology for her stories. I didn't really take away any lessons (beyond the potential of using Pinterest to collect together monstrous / strange pics for the purpose of inspiration when writing creatures).


The F-Word in Fantasy - Sex in Fantasy

Anne Perry (not, I think, the other Anne Perry who is a bestselling crime novelist & was a murderer in her youth), Lizzie Barrett, Sarah Lotz, Jared Shurin, Laurell K Hamilton, Snorri Kristjansson, Den Patrick

I attended this panel in the hope that it would be snortingly funny. I've never actually read any of the books written by the panellists, so the introductions were helpful. By the time I arrived, the room was almost full, so I sat somewhere in the back, behind a pillar, next to a literary agent and someone from Gollancz (and Dorristheloris, whom I'd persuaded to tag along).

Anne Perry and Jared Shurin run the Pornokitsch blog together.
"Despite its name, it has nothing to do with porn. This is probably the sexiest thing we've ever done," - Jared.
"We're married," - Anne.
Laughter - Audience.

Sarah Lotz used to write create-your-own-adventure porn books (with 'friends' who wrote all the explicit bits, allegedly)

Laurell K Hamilton writes vampire romances that include sex.

Den Patrick wrote a novel with a sex scene that sets the benchmark for such things.

Lizzie Barrett... ummm, I forgot why she was there, but she was very enthusiastic and outspoken about the topic of sex scenes.

Snorri Kristjansson's novels about Vikings are positively chaste and feature no sex at all, so he was the self-declared moral anchor of the panel. 

The panel started with a game to loosen up the audience and the panel: panellists had to read out a phrase that was either a sword fight form, or a sex scene form, and the audience had to guess whether it was "sword" or "sex". (The sexy quotes were  from Pat Rothfuss' Wise Man's Fear and the sword quotes from... errr... Robert Jordan? Some writer whose stuff I haven't read)

After that, panellists talked about what makes a good sex scene, what makes a sex scene bad, how they go about writing sex scenes, and the troubles of vocabulary. It was an entertaining discussion, with a few good laughs (many courtesy of Snorri Kristjansson's quips - on the strength of how funny he is, I bought the first of his Viking books).



That said, it was a somewhat more serious panel than I had expected (and hoped for).


Sunday

At some point on Saturday or Sunday, I spotted Genevieve Cogman in a Starbucks, and made my best impression of socially awkward penguin by accosting her, telling her how much I loved The Invisible Library, and then running away immediately. 


Story Translation and Archeological Museums - Changing Environments, Changing Audiences

Debbie Chalis, Lauren Maier, Amanda Potter

I was completely surprised by these talks: they were not at all what I had expected. That said, they were both engaging and interesting.

The first (Lauren Maier's) was a comparison between Big Hero 6, the comic book series, and Big Hero 6, the movie, along some background about Disney, Marvel, and with a special focus on how characters were reimagined by Disney, especially the female ones. Good thing I've seen (and hugely enjoyed) the movie!

The second was a talk about the Petrie Museum's programme of events aiming to draw in a non-specialist audience - basically, to try and use the tiny museum's enormous collection to bring pop culture to life, by staging talks, movie screenings, and more, in the tiny exhibition rooms.

I could not really see any connection between the two talks, but both were engaging. I can't help thinking that the reason they were chosen was more to do with the fact that these are lovely, enthusiastic people, than with subject matter. (I mentioned earlier how the academia track of the convention seemed unusually warm, not in temperature, but in temperament. This was true, here, too, and it's a real credit to the organiser)


The Stars My Destination - Exploring the Future of SF

I'd been looking forward to the panel because the description sounded interesting. I hadn't read any of the books by the authors. Unfortunately, this panel ended up falling flat, as far as I'm concerned - I ended up clockwatchng and wanting to be out of there. It wasn't offensive, just not interesting.


Monsterclass: Author vs Editor

Gillian RedfearnDen Patrick

I had not signed up to this in advance, as I have been to a number of Monster- / Masterclasses and Kaffeeklatsches with authors and editors during the three big cons I've attended, so I did not want to rob anyone off their chance to attend this. I turned up at the door on the off chance that there were still free places, and there were. This was also one of those Monserclasses where, still not really attuned to the fact these were classes, not kaffeeklatsches, I asked questions and chipped in during their talk rather than waiting for the end. Sorry!

Despite my interruptions, this was a great talk, with a detailed description of the process from the first draft a publisher sees (which is not generally the first draft, but one that has been edited, submitted to an agent, then reworked with an agent, etc.) via contracts and edits, to hardback, paperback, author tour and beyond. It was thoroughly educational and interesting to listen to.

It was also the last event I attended. I misread my clock and entered another event, which was in its final Q&A phase, rather than being just about to start (it was an hour later than I thought), so after browsing the market, and a bit of reading, I started the journey home.


Nineworlds 

This was a lovely convention. Like the others I have attended, it was so friendly that it could, at times, feel like we were being mothered / mollycoddled a bit. 

The programme had enough things to keep me busy, but, due to budget restrictions I'll probably stick to more literature-centric cons in future years (i.e. Eastercon and any Worldcon I can afford to attend). 

A huge hats off to the organiser(s) of the academia track: very impressive work.


Authoring

It's probably obvious that I'm an aspiring writer. Having learnt about self publishing and the publishing industry, I must admit I still don't know which road I'd prefer. I've dabbled with self publishing by producing the travel guide about Cardiff, and I know the technical aspects of that route are easy to master and I could produce a high quality product myself. On the other hand, marketing is alien to me, and I think that having at leas one first rate editor involved is a huge boon. Not sure I like the idea of having to please an agent first and doing extensive rewrites at that stage, and then having to repeat the process for an editor. My gut feeling is that, if/when I have a completed manuscript that I am reasonably confident in, I'll submit to publishers directly, rather than submitting to an agent.

I also feel increasingly sure that the accursed novel I have been trying to write for the past six years for an MPhil I eventually dropped out of is going to be a 'trunk novel', which I will never send out at all. (That was the advice of one of the panellists when I asked). In the end, the prospect of having to go over it again and again (it's been through about 15 rewrites already) is just too painful. 


Journey Home

I ended up sitting only 3 rows ahead of the toilet on the coach.
#apoocalypse






Sunday, 26 July 2015

The Little Book of Cardiff by David Collins & Gareth Bennett

While preparing a great visitors' guide to Cardiff, I tried to read as many books about Cardiff as I could find. They range from some quite poor and long-outdated tourist guide books to dense texts about local heritage (interspersed with many B&W photos), via an entire series of almost impenetrable, rather pretentious stream-of-consciousness ramblings through the city written by a 'Beat Poet', whatever that is. So I was quite curious when I read that a new 'Little Book of Cardiff' was about to be published (it hit the shelves shortly after my own guide e-book hit the wires). It looked like just the sort of thing I was producing myself: accessible, light-footed, bringing the city to life without getting too obsessed with historical details...

Broadly speaking, the book delivers on those promises. It's excellent at the ancient history of Cardiff, and telling the highlights of the distant past. Things do get a bit bogged down later on: the sports section is almost entirely pointless and boring, unless you are a sports fan (the bit about baseball was interesting though), and the list of cinemas / gigs / pubs that used to exist is basically a nostalgia-fest for the middle aged / older folk.

In the end, the book didn't tell me a whole lot of new things, and the thing I'd hoped for the most, factoids and quirky anecdotes, were thin on the ground. It's not a bad Little Book of Cardiff, and pretty good at making history accessible, but it's not consistently interesting all the way through.

Rating: 3.5/5

The Word for World is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Word for World is Forest is a title that suggests there will be environmental themes in this novel. What wasn't immediately obvious to me until I read the introduction (after I read the novel: too many introductions give too much away) is that it was written during the Vietnam War.

The novel starts with the viewpoint of Captain Davidson, waking up on the day after a supply ship has arrived on the planet. He's pleased that the women / prostitutes are finally there, as ordered, to serve him and the men working on exploiting the planet. Immediately, he is confronted by a well-meaning civil servants whose job is to ensure ethical conduct - and who is angry that the men are hunting and killing local wildlife for sport. Davidson, naturally, dismisses the weak leftie pencil pusher.

Captain Davidson is very much the villain of the piece. Mysoginist, rapist, warmonger, agitator, racist and genocidal maniac, he's a character who is easy to hate. Humanity's presence on this planet is driven by greed: Earth's resources have been depleted, so mankind is exploring space and finding other planets to tap into, other cultures to engage with (and occasionally destroy). Davidson is the embodiment of  humanity and militarism at its very worst.

The local hominids are small, green, fluffy humans. They either live as noble savages in small tribes in the forest, or they are enslaved by humans and made to serve in the logging camps and colony settlements. The first chapter ends, portentiously, with the first lethal attack by the natives on a logging outpost: until the events of the novel, they had been considered meek and incapable of violence against humans.

The rest of the novel follows Captain Davidson, the humans and the natives as they adapt to a new situation. It's virtually impossible not to see other works in this one - or rather, it is impossible not to realise that other science fiction movies have been heavily influenced by The Word for World is Forest - for the book came first. The local tribes are essentially Ewoks (but the book predates Star Wars) while the story is pretty similar to that of Avatar, except this time, it's not a white American man who saves the noble, but naive locals.

It's a short novel and a quick read. Ursula Le Guin admits that it is preachy, but that did not bother me much. My personal bugbear was the spiritual dream-time, world-time mumbo-jumbo, and the too-good-to-be-feasible original state of the natives. There's a difference between being peaceful and being incapable of conceiving violence against one's own species. These natives are, after all, predators, hunting and eating local wildlife with bows and arrows and spears. 

That said, the ending is poignant and wise, which is highlighted by the introduction. There is much here that can be learned - and it's easily a superior work to Avatar in terms of the intelligence of the messages in the book.

Rating: 3.5/5

Saturday, 18 July 2015

Luna: New Moon by Ian McDonald

It's been a while since I've seen a novel set on the moon. It's almost as if, after mankind has set foot on our nearest space rock, the moon has lost some of its magic and allure.

Luna: New Moon sets out to show us the moon in a different light. Set in a not-too-far future, the moon has become a resource, the permanent home to hardy settlers and the new frontier. There has been a moon-rush, the way there have been gold rushes, coal rushes, oil rushes in the past.

Frontiers can be lawless places. There is a reason the West used to be Wild. There is a roughness in places that are frontiers today: the Arctic, the great mining and logging areas of Latin America, the oil industry onshore and offshore... robber barons, speculators and entrepreneurs all have exactly the sort of energetic, ruthless hunger that Ian McDonald has found so fascinating in the novels he set in developing nations of the future. The moon is no different, except the power that run the moon - the Lunar Development Corporation (reminiscent of the East India Company or the Hudson Bay Company and other colonial corporations) - formalised the ruthlessness into a unique legal system. The only law is contract law. Everything can be negotiated. Every atrocity can be paid off with compensation, if there is someone left to make a claim.

I've been eagerly awaiting Luna since I first heard about it, at LonCon last year. Ian McDonald is a brilliant writer, and seeing the moon through his eyes promised to be an exquisite pleasure. I was not disappointed. At first, the character list at the start of the book scared me: so many people. so many names, so many relationships to remember (and so many unfamiliar terms: what is an 'oko' to another person, I wondered). Needless to say, I forgot them all and started reading. Fortunately, the book flows so organically that it's perfectly accessible even without the list at the start.

The story starts with aplomb: a 'moon run': naked teenagers leap out of an air lock and sprint through the vacuum in ten seconds, to another air lock and safety. It's a coming of age rite, dramatic, dangerous and heart-stoppingly tense.

The pace never really lets up. Soon, the viewpoint shifts to Marina Calzaghe, someone at the very bottom of the pecking order, a Jo Moonbeam, a new arrival who lost her job and is near the end of her tether: her accounts for air, water, food and bandwidth are all perilously low. You can survive without food for a while, and even water can be scavenged, but without bandwidth, you have no means to find a job, no chance to escape from poverty, and your ultimate death would be inevitable as all your accounts would run out.

There are five dynasties on the moon. Australian metal & rare earth miners. Ghanaian traders. Russian space transport tycoons. Chinese high tech / IT magnates. And, newest of all, Brazilian upstarts, the Corta-Helio family: Helium miners. Marina Calzaghe catches a lucky break and gets to be a one-off waitress at a Corta party. After that, much of the novel tells the tale of the Cortas - their matriarch's rise to wealth and power, their traditions and struggles, and the inter and intra-dynastic squabbles.

The moon is brought to life beautifully. People live in underground caves or on giant moving platforms perpetually cruising around the moon's equator on rails. The currrencies feel right and convincing. The dynasties and family politics are cut-throat, as they should be on a frontier. Everything about this moon is interesting, visceral and so very very alive. It's not at all a dead rock, but a buzzing frontier.

Ian McDonald is a virtuoso with prose. Luna might have some of the dynastic feudalism and tribalism that Song of Ice and Fire has made so very fashionable of late, but it's told in prose that flows and sings and dances on the page. It's seductive and mesmerising - a beautiful book to read.

If Luna has a flaw, it's that it's the start of something - a duology, a trilogy, a series: I don't know. It's a great, engaging and thrilling read, with some stunning set pieces, tension, great prose, but it does not feel as if its story has ended. It leaves me wanting more.

I can't wait to find out what comes next. Highly recommended.

Rating: 5/5


Sunday, 12 July 2015

One Night in Sixes by Arianne "Tex" Thompson

One Night in Sixes is a fantasy Wild West novel. I haven't read many of those - The Incorruptibles and Red Country are the ones that spring to mind - but I'm told it's a growing genre.

The novel starts at an annual market / fair, where Sil, one of our two protagonists, is failing to sell the horses he's been sent to sell. It's his first year in charge, and bar an early sale weeks ago, he has failed dismally.

Appaloosa Elim is a more experienced, but less eloquent guy. His job is to look after the horses, while Sil is basically the manager. When the fair ends and they still have almost all the horses they arrived with, Sil decides to head across the river / border, into the hostile country beyond the frontier, to sell the horses there at a premium. Elim objects - but when Sil rides ahead, Elim is forced to follow, for he wouldn't dare return without Sil, just as Sil would not dare return without Elim.

The journey to Sixes - the nearest town on the other side of the border - is a challenge for both of them. Sil needs to stay ahead, for if he is caught by Elim, he knows he'll get a beating and be dragged back like an errant kid. Elim, meanwhile, has to look after all the horses without losing them, try to catch Sil, and risk his own life, for he is a "mule", a half-breed, half-white and half-Injun / native, facing prejudice and hatred from both. (More so from the wild folk than the whites, it has to be said)

The novel is a struggle to read. It throws you right into a complicated universe without any preamble or context, without exposition and without any patience. Ultimately, you find out that the different tribes are all part-magical, with powers linked to the animal they are affiliated with. So the ravens/crows are sneaky and try to be clever, the fish people can breathe under water, the Northerners / palest of white people can draw heat from objects and turn them cold, etc. etc. etc.

There's been a war in living memory, and all the "mules" are presumed to be the outcome of rapes committed during the war, hated and scorned for that reason. Each tribe has different beliefs and rites, and all the natives / Injuns live in one joint territory, only barely at peace with each other, while the cowboys and whites have the rest of the country.

All of which could be a vaguely interesting premise, but the book falls very flat. Too many characters with too many names, too many tribes with too many motivations. While the author seems to have worked out motivations for each character (I think), none have been imbued with much personality to speak of. They all feel like cyphers - each tribe meant to have one or two characteristics, so each member of each tribe has those characteristics. This book made me realise how fundamentally racist fantasy fiction can be: when a person's tribe / race determines every aspect of their personality, without much room for individual traits, then the society being described is fundamentally racist, not just in characters' beliefs, but in actual fact - racism is justified when race determines everything about a person.

The "throw your readers in at the deep end" approach can be effective (pretty much every China Mieville novel does that), but in this case, it obstructs the reading. A huge portion of the book takes place on a day when one character is tied to a post and roasting in the sun, so for all that time, there is limited plot progress. And once the plot does move on, it's so confusing with so many people and so many different schemes intersecting that the complicated woven knots of Song of Ice and Fire seem simple and predictable in comparison. Even after reading the book, I have no idea why the Injuns are particularly keen on horses or horse people. Besides, with no character being particularly likeable (one protagonist has initiative but is an arrogant fool, the other has no initiative at all and is entirely passive), this particular reader couldn't care less about what happened to any of them.

The ending, meanwhile, is a non-ending, clearly setting up a sequel, so there's not even any particular satisfaction in getting to the end.

Arduous, confused and boring.

Rating: 1.5/5


Monday, 29 June 2015

To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis

To Say Nothing of the Dog is the second book in a series. It's sort of a sequel, but each book is a standalone novel. There are also huge differences in the general mood of the books. Some characters from Doomsday Book reappear. Most don't.

The start of To Say Nothing of the Dog is actually quite similar to that of Doomsday Book. We're back in the world of academics and time travellers, and the book starts once again with a heavily disoriented person semi-hallucinating their way through a tricky environment. This time, the disorientation is the result of time lag (like jet lag, I guess), rather than fever / infection.

Characters once again have a habit of talking past each other. Few people listen, everyone talks through their own concerns, completely self-absorbed, barely paying attention to the other half of each dialogue.This, too, is a hallmark readers of Doomsday Book will be well familiar with.

However, things quickly stabilise and take a completely different direction. This is not a book about disease, peril, and tragedy. Instead, it is a light comedy, heavily inspired by Three Men in a Boat, Jeeves and Wooster, Agatha Christie Mysteries and Shakespearean comedies of errors. Soon, people actually listen to each other and work together in ways that hardly anyone in Doomsday Book ever does.

The plot is as convoluted as a comedy of errors tends to be. A time traveller has thoughtlessly smuggled a cat through time, after rescuing her from being drowned. As this introduced an 'incongruity', the historians desperately want to solve any paradoxes, and send a second (seriously disoriented) time traveller back to help mop up the problems. All this while everyone is terribly busy on behalf of a generous sponsor who is rebuilding a cathedral that was destroyed in WW2 - and who insists on every little detail being found and recreated faithfully, especially the missing 'Bishop's Bird Stump' - some kind of hideous vase. Entanglements are complicated as the time travellers prevent people from meeting each other, cause others to meet each other, and try to impede or cause romantic alliances in order to shift the course of history back where it belongs, and get the right people married to each other...

If I'm perfectly honest, To Say Nothing of the Dog was a little boring. I could see the wry wit and the genteel bemusement that infused the entire book, but it was not the sort of humour that makes me guffaw. The plot, meanwhile, never built up a sense of genuine peril. Doomsday Book was a novel of gut-wrenching tragedies and terrible horrors. To Say Nothing of the Dog is a novel of light entertainment. It doesn't have the biting wit of Oscar Wilde, but a more mellow sense of lighthearted affectionate cheer. It also felt like a novel which might require people to be familiar with a lot of works to fully appreciate it. I could see, obliquely, what was being referenced, but felt quite ignorant as I suspect a lot of details passed me by entirely.

So, if you are familiar with, and a big fan of, Three Men in a Boat, Jeeves and Wooster, and that entire genre of work, then you might adore this book. It pays homage and doffs its cap and generally adores those works, too. It's fuller of references than a Pixar movie, while being tonally quite similar to those works (I assume).

If you're looking for slightly darker humour (personally, I prefer the Ladykillers / Arsenic and Old Lace / Kind Hearts and Coronets type of chuckles), then you may be a bit disappointed. And if you expect anything like Doomsday Book, you'll be in for a surprise.

Rating: 3/5