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Whole Wide World

This is a dandy police procedural, or detective story if you prefer, by a fine science fiction writer who is obviously very versatile. For a botanist. His original credential. His writing is tight, yet detailed and his characters always engaging.

Not only is the story largely about the Web (hence the title) blogging, email and the ubiquitous pornography, but it tackles the Web’s potential for police surveillance of all, primarily Londoners here, but clearly soon-to-expand to a light pole or Web cam near you.

Very timely, still, considering it was published in 2001, though it did not foresee the rise (and potential menace) of Google and other Web powerhouses to invade what little privacy the supposedly democratic state plans to allow us.

Solar System Development

It’s interesting to see the way hard science fiction writers have largely retreated from star travel, finally wising up to how dubious is the notion of faster-than-light space ships and cryogenic suspension for travel to distant stars with habitable planets.

Mercifully they’ve also backed away from the we’re-all-going-to-hell ecosystem destruction tales of the past decade or so. The ones that touted global warming look particularly stupid as there hasn’t been any warming for seventeen years now.

Instead, they’ve turned to a more optimistic, more plausible tomorrow by far, near-future development of towns and cities on (and under) the moon and Mars and far-future expansion into the asteroid belt and the icy moons of Jupiter, and Saturn. Even, eventually, into the outer dark of the Kuiper Belt.

The travel problem, of course, gets harder the further out, so to speak, their stories go, from the days it takes chemical rockets to get to the moon and the months to travel to Mars to the years to fly to Jupiter and beyond.

Ion engines are slow but available and fission rockets are fastest, of course, and so they’re dreaming of assembling them in Earth orbit where there’s plenty solar radiation now, and beyond the reach of the First Church of Environmentalism, but they’re also daydreaming of fusion propulsion which is a lot more plausible than physics-busting faster-than-light.

It’s a refreshing change and if you like science fiction you need to hunt down some of these new tales which are a lot more believable ( and a lot more fun to imagine) than the old ones. Cool as they could be sometimes.

Jane Austen meets Ghengis Khan

That’s a cute title for a book review that no longer seems to inhabit the Web.

It’s about a four-parter (or three-parter depending on how you look at it) SF novel I flew through over the past week which is, I guess you would have to say, strong-and-intelligent women’s fiction (the Jane Austin bit), though the men are both as well and a lot nicer than Ghengis Khan, or at least the way he’s portrayed in most histories. They do tend to kill their enemies without remorse, but that comes off as practical rather than blood-thirsty.

It’s author Kate Elliott’s (apparently her real name is Alis A. Rasmussen) Jaran novels we’re talking about and I recommend them if you like horses, sabers, cavalry battles and a nevermind-physics space opera subplot. Sometimes I get tired of all the hard science and just like wave-of-the-hand technology. It works, got it? I got it.

I like these four (or three) novels so much that I probably won’t go on and read any of her other novels which tend to alternate-history, sword-and-sorcery fantasy. That kind of thing never interested me. She has spoken of as many as four more Jaran novels (though not since 2009) and even then with caveats:

“Let me again be blunt. Having just bought a house, having several children in college, living in a region with higher-than-average cost of living because this is where my spouse was offered a job, I can’t actually afford to write the Jaran novels at the moment because there is less demand for them in comparison to my other work. In other words, because I have to make decisions based on a number of factors, it makes more sense economically for me to write fantasy.”

Alas. But she’s young, so I’ll hope they appear before too much longer and, meanwhile, move on to something else.

P.S. I did enjoy another of her SF novel series, The Highroad Trilogy, which I also recommend. In some ways it’s better than the Jaran. More space.

The Hobbit: Just awful

I finally saw the first of the three part (oh, no) Hobbit movie on DVD the other night. It sucks. It truly sucks. Mostly because, unlike the Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit isn’t at all faithful to Tolkien’s work.

It starts off with an unnecessary prologue, introduces new, dopey characters, invents a new plot line that is totally unnecessary and compresses some key details in Tolkien’s fine story into a stale cinematic mush. Then it glides off into Hollyweird cliche with trite scenes and dumb characterizations and way too much contemporary dialogue: “Chips, anyone?” “Put that in your cakehole,” et-awful-cetera. I gave up after an hour and found a book to read.

The Ring trilogy was almost too faithful to Tolkien, which is why it was so long. The Hobbit is a bastardization of his tight, almost claustrophobic little adventure tale—until the very majestic end—into just more sweeping landscapes, slavering orcs, sword and battle ax scenes ad awful. Yech

If you haven’t seen it and you have read the book, steer clear. I wish I had.

Viet Nam in space

American-born Aliette de Bodard is half-French, half-Vietnamese and all writer. Her splendid On A Red Station, Drifting takes traditional Vietnamese ancestor-worship to a new high in a far-future, new-old, Dai Viet empire.

De Bodard’s writing, like the brocaded subject itself can be a little stilted at times, but when the characters live with docking star ships, brain implants, and artificial intelligence on a space station orbiting a red sun, their adventures are never boring.

If you like space opera and have any sort of acquaintance with Vietnamese language, cusine and culture, you shouldn’t miss this unique story. And it’s a good introduction to a young writer who, so far, has one other good offering about this 23-planet imperial dynasty and, hopefully, many more on the way.

How you know when an autobiography isn’t

“Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats,”…has to be one of George Orwell’s most brilliant remarks.

It resonates with me and, from what I’ve seen in almost 70 years of living, it applies generally. Certainly to Wormtongue who not only lied in his candy-coated “autobiography” but even lied about having written it. Making it no “auto” biography at all.

But, like his former terrorist mentor Bill Ayers—the recently confessed author of Worm’s scurrilous book—our first black president is a sociopath with no conscience.

Life in the Mold Pit

Life, that is, with such critters as the Messiah of the Jews and the UFO Man in the Mold Pit where Akaky works in Our Happy Little Burg. Which he says is 65 miles north of de Blasio’s demented NYC though still in the Vampire State. Just not quite far enough north to be in the dreaded Upstate where as Akaky says “the trees grow without permission of the Parks Department.”

I always knew New York was a weird place and have, thusly, avoided it lo these many years. But Akaky at least makes it readable. Check it out.

Via The Passing Parade.