Category Archives: Library

Calculating God

Or "Take Me To Your Paleontologist." This is a good read, not only because it gives some compelling scientific arguments for believing in G-d, but because it deftly shows the silliness of the ever-raging battle between creationists and evolutionists. Neither side is telling the whole truth. Each could benefit from a fair reading of the other. In any case…

Robert J. Sawyer is an easy-readin’ writer, but this one ain’t all smoothness. The ending is a bit disappointing. The main character suddenly turns into a family-deserting rat. I also got tired of the Up With Canada hoorah and the constant belittling of American health insurance. Barry should meet this guy. But I know the Canucks have their insecurities.

One gripping plot-point is when Betelgeuse goes supernova and Earth is threatened. It’s quickly resolved. (Read to find out how.) Then, an hour after finishing the book, I wander over to FoxNews and see a headline about the real Betelgeuse maybe getting ready to explode. Yipes. Quick Googling reassures me that, at six hundred light years away, a supernova there would just be a nice light show. Leaving me to wonder: aren’t SciFi writers supposed to be concerned with versimilitude? And Sawyer won a Nebula. To which book, The Terminal Experiment, I shall nevertheless venture next.

Two arrows touching, nose to nose

I keep thinking back to the scenes of four pilots on separate flight decks unknowingly converging over the Amazon jungle. The Brazilian 737 pilots are sharing family photographs and flirting with a flight attendant. The American pilots in the Legacy biz jet are puzzling over how to operate a digital camera.

Both groups are at Flight Level 370 (37,000 feet) in normal mode: eyes inside the boat, letting their autopilots, transponders and collision-avoidance gear do the work while assuming that Air Traffic Control has things well in hand. But the Legacy’s transponder was on the blink and the controllers were asleep at the switch. Heckuva tale about what happened, here by journalist William Langewiesche.

His father’s classic, Stick and Rudder, led me to try flying back in 1974 in a Cessna 150 over South Florida. I was defeated practicing stalls above Boca Raton. Could not get the feel of falling out of my stomach or the picture of disaster out of my head. And it was too expensive. I stuck to scuba diving.

Heinlein on civil freedom

"The police of a state should never be stronger or better armed than the citizenry. An armed citizenry, willing to fight, is the foundation of civil freedom."

                                              –Robert A. Heinlein, in Beyond This Horizon

All I would add is that the best way to maintain civil freedom is to permit licensed, open carry of firearms.

Roadside Picnic

The Big Idea of this classic science fiction story, at 150 pages, a novella, isn’t revealed until almost at the end. You get unexplicated hints all along the way, of course, as you do in most good fiction. They keep you reading, trying to figure out the puzzle. As in the editor’s admonition: Resist the urge to explain.

But even though the Big Idea–which I’m not going to reveal and spoil for you, though WikiPedia does, so go there at your own risk–is worth the price of admission, it came rather late for me. There’s too much preceding material, however artful, and it is artful. Shows you how much our attention spans have shortened since the book was published in 1971. I almost got fed up with being teased and quit reading. Partly because the protagonist is a blue-collar brawler, a type which never interested me. He’s got a tender side, sure, but don’t all the brawler stereotypes?

Well, most of them. Then, at the end, the Soviet authors, Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, turn loose the brawler’s class-consciousness and he starts whining about his low rung on the totem pole, rather than the real pain he’s hiding. Whose explication would have worked much better for me. I never identified with Marlon Brandon’s working-class sneer. Still the book is worth the read, if only for the Big Idea. It’s cynical, but it lingers as wry humor. As one of the characters, a physicist, might say: Embrace your inner cave man. Go on, it will be good for you. And I don’t mean the brawler bit. I’m resisting the urge to explain. Haw.

Ringworld

Or, as it might be subtitled: The Luck of Teela Brown. Easy to see why this 1970 Larry Niven novel is a classic. It kept me turning the pages to the end. The adventures of Louis Wu, Nessus the Puppeteer and Speaks-to-Animals (plus, of course, Ms. Brown) are a lot of fun. I came away wanting more.

Fortunately there are sequels. And at least Louis Wu reappears. The description of the Ringworld (with six million times the surface area of Earth), not to mention the book jacket cover drawings, certainly was the basic inspiration for the Stanford Torus of the L5 Society, of which I was once in awe. Gerard O’Neil’s ideas for such a space colony (though obviously smaller than Ringworld) still have merit. And the opening title graphics for the first Halo game also are a version of Ringworld. On to the sequel(s). So many good books to read, so little time.

Happy Belated Towel Day

And, above all, whatever you do, as Douglas Adams would say (did say, in fact): Don’t Panic.

Via Simply Jews.

Fallen Angels

A rollicking bit of anti-warmist fiction that is more science than sci-fi, despite the sci-fi fan characters and events. Course it was published in ’91 (republished in ’02), so it is a little dated in its Global Warming criticism. Still, the thesis is interesting: The Northern Hemisphere has been in an ice age for decades but the ice has been restrained by the pollution and carbon dioxide we’ve been pumping into the atmosphere. So when we stop…

In the novel by Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, and Michael Flynn (I do wonder why it took three guys to write it), the pollution has been cleaned up, we are no longer a carbon economy, and the U.S. is becoming a Third World country. Meanwhile, the glaciers have returned, three hundred feet high at their leading edge, and are sliding ever farther south. Blizzards in September are common north of Missouri. If that’s not likely (I hope), the Green Police of the story certainly are. As one character says: "We’re the land of the fee, and the home of the slave." The GP are the Gorebot with a badge. Yipes.