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“Live long and prosper!” G. Roddenberry
“Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible; and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.” J.R.R. Tolkien
“By Grabthar’s hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged!” Dr. Lazarus of Tev’Meck
82 years after first publication, the New York Times has gotten around to reviewing Karl Capek’s “War with the Newts.”
Capek is, of course, the inventor of the word ‘robot’, which he first used in his novel “R.U.R.”
“War with the Newts” is a more mature novel than “R.U.R.”
A disenchanted sea captain goes into an exploitative partnership with a race of amphibians. All goes well … initially.
The book has been described as the pioneer of all anti-fascist and anti-militarist science fiction.
According to Ben Dolnick of the Times:
“War with the Newts” is a funny, bizarre, dystopian masterpiece, and Capek deserves a place on the Mount Rushmore of authorial seers, right alongside George Orwell, Aldous Huxley and Margaret Atwood.
Next up from the New York Times:
- Nazi Germany invades Rhineland
- The Hoover Dam is completed
- Prokofiev’s “Peter and the Wolf” debuts
- Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone with the Wind” is published
With a good dose of August chasing the Beamers into the chilly embrace of Panera’s, the subject of this month’s book, King Arthur Pendragon (or Arthur Penn to his new NYC constituents), brought out some heated discussion, much along the lines of whether we do need a “once and future king” in these unsettled times. Having elected one Chief Executive whose claim on the office was his complete inexperience with politics, would the Beamers want yet another? Continue reading
When it comes to matters of the heart, it appears that those of us with positronic brains are the most level-headed. New research on the romantic awareness of American adults shows that readers of sf and fantasy are the least likely to submit to a number of romantic illusions (or “myths” as the study authors deemed them), as reported by Tom Jacobs in the news section of Pacific Standard magazine.
Comparing their adherence to 5 “unrealistic relationship beliefs”, sf/f readers were only above-average in believing in the possibility (or pursuit) of sexual perfection between partners. Romance readers were also only likely to endorse the idea that the sexes are fundamentally different, but readers of “literary” fiction (and those high-brows know who they are!) fell for 4 out of the 5 “myths”.
The study authors caution that they are showing a connection, not a cause-effect relationship, so the sf/f genres may appeal to people who already have more realistic expectations about romantic relationships. However, the article does cite a 2017 study that indications sf/f readers are more open-minded and less rigid in their moral codes, possibly as a result of being exposed to so many “alien” cultures and lifestyles in their reading.
So, weep not for the lonely, unloved sf/f geek. S/he is doing better than most at navigating the tricky currents of the Ocean of Love. As Mr. Jacobs puts it, “it apparently helps to have J.R.R. Tolkien or George R.R. Martin as your unofficial couples counselor.”
With typical Beamer bravado, we took to the sandy expanses down by the ocean on a summery day to enjoy the End of The World, as detailed in Nevil Shute’s On the Beach. A quiet, inexorable submarine ride set in a post-atomic war Australia, this 1957 novel takes a chilling premise about the globe-circling radioactive cloud slowly closing in on the last humans and makes it very personable. Would Beamers stick around until the bitter end, or would we bail out (like many of the characters) before it got too painful? Continue reading
On Gizmodo, George Dvorsky is reporting that the European Space Agency has opened up its picture archive from the Rosetta orbiter and Philae lander that spent 2 years exploring the surface and dust clouds surrounding Comet 67P/Churyumov – Gerasimenko. Included in the collection are a series of photos, edited into a “flip-book” movie of Rosetta’s final approach and landing on the comet:
The bi-lobed comet, which orbits the Sun every 6.5 years and is sometimes described as looking like a rubber ducky, formed from 2 distinct bodies that collided and fused billions of years ago. During its perihelion (closest approach to the Sun), 67P/C-G warmed up and expelled jets of dust and gas, all of which was captured by Rosetta’s instruments, along with detecting traces of phosphorus and glycine (a simple amino acid), suggesting that life may have been seeded by comet impacts on the young Earth.
Though maybe not water, as Rosetta also discovered that 67P/C-G’s water is much heavier, containing more deuterium (molecular hydrogen with a neutron in its nucleus) than the water in Earth’s oceans.
Harlan Ellison is dead, alas! He passed over in his sleep this Thursday, June 28, 2018, after heart surgery and a stroke in 2014 that had left him confined to his Hollywood home. He was highly decorated as a writer, winning 8 Hugo Awards for short stories and screenplays, along with 4 Nebulas and the Science Fiction/Fantasy Writers of America title of Grandmaster. He was also a noted editor, putting together the seminal New Wave anthologies, Dangerous Visions and Again, Dangerous Visions.
He was also a highly polarizing figure in the sf/f field, both for his opinionated stances on matters of recognition and for his pugnacious behavior. He fought hard for screenwriter credits and royalties, complaining that there are no movie “auteurs” (directors) who could work without a screenplay in hand. Or, as he told it, “What does a dumb blonde do in Hollywood? She sleeps with the screenwriter.” More notoriously, at the 2006 World Science Fiction Convention, he groped Connie Willis on stage during the Hugo Awards ceremony.
I had the opportunity to hear him as the Guest of Honor at the first Readercon that I attended (Readercon 11, 1999), and I can remember him stating that he would travel to the far ends of the Earth to collect $5 owed to him. As well as whipping up the crowd against Alice Turner, editor of fiction for Playboy magazine, who did not buy a story from him. Admittedly, it was a good story, “Mephisto in Onyx”, but Ms. Turner has a right to her opinion, and I speak from experience, having had her critique a story of mine.
His own epitaph, “For a brief time, I was here, and for a brief time, I mattered”, is concise but a bit too short to really capture all the things that he was and how he mattered to the fields of speculative fiction. His better legacy is a raft of sharp, short shocks in prose and a long crusade to make writers, particularly writers of our favorite genres, matter.
And in the end, it is still the irony of his life that mattered most:
Possibly the most famous legal formulation within science fiction are Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics:
- A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
- A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
- A robot must protect its own existence, as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.
Now, according to Leroy Kettle reporting in Dave Langford’s monthly sf potpourri, Ansible, the European Union is discussing adding the Three Laws as Essential Health and Safety Requirements within the overall EU Machinery Directive.
As far as I can tell, no consideration is being made about how robots would deal with Brexit, though I would argue that they would perforce oppose it, based on the First Law.
Coming in from a warm, Spring day, when the first fruits are starting to be picked, the Beamers instead contemplated the “decline of the West” and its replacement by the entire rest of the Galaxy, as depicted in James Blish’s classic novels of itinerant metropolises, Cities in Flight. Our schedule only called for the first of the 4-novel omnibus, They Shall Have Stars, but several of us continued further into the saga, though not always to our satisfaction. Continue reading
Locus magazine has posted a short note from noted sf/f author Michael Swanwick that celebrated editor and writer Gardner Dozois has died from an “overwhelming systemic infection”. Mr. Dozois had a history of heart problems, necessitating bypass surgery and a defibrillator implant in 2007, but his hospitalization was not thought to be life-threatening.
Best known for his 20 years as editor-in-chief of Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine, from 1984 to 2004, for which he garnered 15 Hugo Awards, Mr. Dozois was an award-winning author, taking short-story Nebulas in 1983 (“The Peacemaker”) and 1984 (“Morning Child”). After retiring from Asimov’s, he continued editing his popular The Year’s Best Science Fiction anthologies, as well as devoting more time to his fiction. “Contrafactual”, his alt-history of an American Civil War where Robert Lee went guerrilla rather than surrender (and narrated by a young Minnesota newsman “Cliff”, an alt-history Clifford D. Simak), won the 2006 Sidewise Award for “short form” alt-history.
Mr. Dozois was part of the generation of sf writers who came out of the Vietnam War era, along with Joe Haldeman (The Forever War) and David Drake (Hammer’s Slammers), though his fiction tends more to the clash of ideas than of weapons, and theological ideas, at that. “The Peacemaker”, for example, is a post-apocalyptic flooded world where the rural folks revive the old tradition of appeasing angry waters with blood. “Morning Child” is a father-and-son road trip through a post-war landscape, where the life cycles are altered and alternating, during “the Last Days”.
Tied to his unsparing perspective on humanity’s inability to outgrow or out-tinker our way up from a basic, bestial nature, is his flat-out love for all of those human natures being natural. The narrator of “A Special Kind of Morning”, one of the rebels trying to bring down the corporate overlords, says, at the end of his battle:
“I’d learned two things: that everybody is human, and that the universe doesn’t care one way or another; only people do … So, empathy’s the thing that binds life together; it’s the flame we share against fear. Warmth’s the only answer to the old, cold questions.”
And what kind of morning is special? “It’s always a beautiful morning somewhere, even on the day you die.”
(with apologies to Anne McCaffrey)
LEARN ON PERN
This one has a horse-like head.
This one has a wide wing spread.
And all of them
Like to be fed.
Yes. Some are brown. And some are blue.
Some are old. And some are new.
Some are led
And some are head
But all of them like burning thread.
Why do they
Like burning thread?
I think I know.
It could be bred.
Some are fast
And some are slow.
The slow one has
No chance as beau.
From there to here,
From here to there.
Here are some
Who like to fly.
They fly so high
In the hot, hot sky.
Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
What a lot
Of flying things go by.
Some have two turns
And some have four.
Some have six turns
And some have more.
Where do they come from? I can’t say.
But I bet recombinant DNA.
We see them come.
We see them go.
Some are fast.
And some are slow.
Some flame hot
And some flame cold.
Not one of them
Will likely smolder.
Don’t ask me why.
Go ask your holder.
Oh, here and there!
Oh, there and here!
What a lot
Of dragons in the weyr.
Bonus from G’lett Burgess
I never rode a Dragon Gold,
I’d really like to ride one;
But if I am to be consoled,
To me, a Bronze, provide one.