Locus recommended reading 2008

The Locus Magazine 2008 recommended reading list is up, a decided on by their editors, reviewers and friends. I’ll excerpt the sf novels list:

  • Matter, Iain M. Banks (Orbit UK)
  • Flood, Stephen Baxter (Gollancz, Roc ’09)
  • Weaver, Stephen Baxter (Gollancz, Ace)
  • City at the End of Time, Greg Bear (Gollancz, Del Rey)
  • Incandescence, Greg Egan (Gollancz, Night Shade)
  • January Dancer, Michael Flynn (Tor)
  • Marsbound, Joe Haldeman (Ace)
  • Spirit, Gwyneth Jones (Gollancz)
  • Escapement, Jay Lake (Tor)
  • Song of Time, Ian R. MacLeod (PS Publishing)
  • The Night Sessions, Ken MacLeod (Orbit)
  • The Quiet War, Paul McAuley (Gollancz)
  • The Company, K. J. Parker (Orbit)
  • House of Suns, Alastair Reynolds (Gollancz, Ace ’09)
  • Pirate Sun, Karl Schroeder (Tor)
  • Anathem, Neal Stephenson (Atlantic UK, Morrow)
  • Saturn’s Children, Charles Stross (Orbit, Ace)
  • Rolling Thunder, John Varley (Ace)
  • Half a Crown, Jo Walton (Tor)
  • Implied Spaces, Walter Jon Williams (Night Shade Books)

Of the list, I’ve already read Matter, Anathem and Saturn’s Children and will definately read The Night Sessions, Half a Crown, House of Suns, Implied Spaces and The Quiet War. The Company, Escapement and Song of Time are also possibilities; the rest not so much and I already know I won’t read the Baxter novels. In all, a good list and as far as I can judge a good overview of the more important novels of last year.

There are remarkable few women on this list, just Gwyneth Jones, Jo Walton and K. J. Parker. The fantasy list has a better gender divide: six out of eighteen novels are by female authors. Is science fiction really such a male preserve?

Red Army — Ralph Peters

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Red Army
Ralph Peters
402 pages
published in 1989

Infinity star general Ralph “Blood ‘N Guts” Peters (as seen on Alicublog) is one of the more loonier cheerleaders for the War on Musl^wTerror. He’s a firm believer in both what Matt Yglesias dubbed the Green Lantern Theory of Geopolitics where America just needs the Will to vanquish its enemies and nothing else and in the unlimited threat of the Islamofascist menace, which so far, apart from a few exceptions, has been pretty weak. It’s not an uncommon strain in American conservatism, this doublethink about America being both the strongest and bestest country on Earth and its unique vulnerability to the enemy du jour, which is so much more cleverer, stronger and dedicated than the American people. It’s no surprise then that Peters has written a future war novel about a succesful Soviet invasion of West Germany, in 1989, just as the Berlin Wall fell, the Warsaw Pact countries overthrew their communist leaders and the USSR looked on without firing a shot in their defence. Of course, he’s not the only one to have been surprised by the fall of the Soviet Union; plenty of science fiction writers were embarassed too. Still, it’s typical of the man that he would write a novel warning of the dread Soviet threat at the exact moment it was all revealed to be hollow.

The main reason I bought Red Army then when I saw it at a secondhand bookstore was to have a laugh, to see what Peters would make of it. I expected it would be dreadful, with awful prose and awful writer, but in fact it turned out to be quite readable. His writing is easily on a par with the king of technothrillers, Tom Clancy, which is damning with faint praise, I know. But then you don’t expect good writing with these sorts of novels. Peters writes clearly, is good at describing the nature of war without bogging down into needless details, keeps the story moving quickly and uses immediately recognisable if stock characters: the young conscript with no clue what’s happening, the grizzled Afghanistan veteran airborne captain, the dedicated, toughminded but fair general and so on, and so on. Interestingly enough, unlike other World War III novels, Red Army is written solely from the Russian point of view and they get to win too. One further point in Peters’ favour is that he doesn’t share Clancy’s tendency to geek weapon systems and describe endless details of the weapons used. Peters talks about tanks, “the big guns of the battallion”, the “company’s fighting vehicles” rather than T-72s or BMP-1s.

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A Savage War of Peace — Alistair Horne

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A Savage War of Peace
Alistair Horne
604 pages including index
published in 1977

Remember how the White House a few years ago, in one of their periodic attempts at convincing the rest of the world George Bush is not a complete moron, released a list of books supposedly read by him in the past year? One of the books on the list was this, A Savage War of Peace, Alistair Horne’s history of the Algerian struggle for independence from France. What’s more, the same book was also reported to be widely read in the US army occupying Iraq and Afghanistan as part of an attempt to understand the enterprise they were engaging in. This isn’t necessarily a recommendation of course; another much read book in the US army is that piece of pseudoscientific racism, The Arab Mind. A sort of mixed bag of recommendations then: this is clearly an important book in that it seems to have shaped the American strategy in Iraq and Afghanistan, but does this make this a good book?

Fortunately, it does. Had Bush read this book in 2002 before the War on Iraq, and had he been able to actually understand what he read, he may have actually decided against the invasion. Everything that happened in Iraq is described here, every mistake and failed strategy the Americans would use, written down twentyfive years before the war even started. No wonder various army generals studied it so vidly. Colonial wars follow certain patterns it seems and what happened in Algeria in 1954-62 can be used as a guide to Iraq forty years later.

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Black as He’s Painted — Ngaio Marsh

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Black as He’s Painted
Ngaio Marsh
221 pages
published in 1974

If my girlfriend hadn’t insisted on me reading a passage of this, I would’ve never have read Black as He’s Painted, or any other Ngaio Marsh novel for that matter. My mum, a big fan of the British cozy detective genre, used to read a lot of Ngaio Marsh, but while I did dip into her Agatha Christie collection I never felt the urge to sample the Ngaios. Until I read the passage in question that is. You see, as so many other bookworms, I’m a sucker for cats and fictional threatments of cats; there’s after all nothing as cozy as curling up on the couch with a cat and a book. And Ngaoi Marsh managed to sketch such a convincing and sweet portrait of a cat in the paragraph I was “forced” to read that I immediately wanted to read more.

What had grabbed my attention was the opening of the story. Somewhat unhappily retired ex-Foreign Office civil servant Samuel Whipplestone is going out for a morning constitutional, when he encounters a little cat almost run over by a car. “In a flash it gave a great spring and was on Mr Whipplestone’s chest, clinging with its small paws and –incredibly– purring. He had been told a dying cat willsometimes purr. It had blue eyes. The tip of its tail for about two inches was snow white but the rest of its person was perfectly black. He had no particular antipathy against cats.” That’s so charmingly written and nicely observed I couldn’t help but read the rest of the book when I was home with the flu and in need of something light to read.

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Cry of the Newborn — James Barclay

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Cry of the Newborn
James Barclay
819 pages
published in 2005

James Barclay is not a writer I had heard of before I got this book out of the library. The backcover blurb sounded interesting and the frontcover sported a quote by Steven Erikson, one of my favourite fantasy writers, so while the first few pages I sampled were a bit dull I thought I’d take a chance. The library also had the sequel, but I didn’t put that one up as this was big enough already; I could always get it next time. But I don’t think I will. Erikson’s blurb said that Cry of the Newborn was “a most extraordinary and impressively ambitious novel”, but in reality it was just a bog standard epic fantasy novel. Not a bad novel by any standards, competently written certainly, but nothing special.

The story revolves around a typical fantasy prophecy, that one day humans can ascend to godhood, having the same powers as the Omniscient. This belief is however a heresy to the Order, the state church, which prosecuted and killed off all believers in this prophecy and destroyed all knowledge of it hundreds of years ago, or so it believes. The truth is otherwise, with the heretics believing in Ascendancy having gone to ground in Westfallen, a sheltered corner of the Estorian Concord where their centuries old breeding process has finally borne succes. Generation after generation managed to produce some people with special powers, but most of these powers were weak and often lost at a later age. It’s only at the start of the story that the first generation of true Ascendants is born, four children with potential powers rivaling the Omniscient itself. Cry of the Newborn is the story of their coming of age, in a time when their country is in grave peril.

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