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Shuttlepunk

Published on July 21, 2011

It isn’t ironic that the last flight of this:

Happens on the anniversary of this:

But it is the end of an era. I’m too young for the Apollo missions, but old enough to remember when the Space Shuttle was still the promised miracle ship that would get us into space properly, back before Challenger showed us how much of this promise was just wishful thinking. The Space Shuttle was the last gasp of the idea of manned space exploration as something analogous to the discoveyr and settlement of America, something that could be done just as long as we had enough willpower and enginering fortitute to pursue it. The end of the shuttle does not mean the end of space exploration, but with its retirement the science fiction dreams of L5 space colonies with millions of inhabitants, Helium-3 mines on the moon and asteroids being melted in low earth orbit for their metals has finally gone the way of all science dreams made obsolete by reality.

So in honour of steampunk (the faded dreams of Victorian era science fiction), dieselpunk (thirties), atompunk (fifties and sixities), I’d like to propose shuttlepunk as a new genre for all those stories that still think those seventies and eighties ideas about the colonisation of space can be made into reality. First candidate as proto shuttlepunk: Stephen Baxter’s Voyage. Science fiction being what it is, I’m sure we’ll see quite a few shuttlepunk novels coming out in the next few decades looking back towards an old, discarded future in preference to inventing new ones…

Science fiction linkage: Joanna Russ and the Gollancz experiment

Published on July 20, 2011

Graham Sleight tells us about the book project he has been working on for the last couple of years, the collected short stories of Joanna Russ:

Perhaps I should explain. In, I think, 2006 or 2007, Farah Mendlesohn very kindly asked me to write a chapter on Joanna Russ’s short fiction for a book she was editing; this became On Joanna Russ (Wesleyan, 2009). At the time, Wesleyan were reprinting a number of Russ’s novels. Via Farah, a request came through. Wesleyan were interested in publishing a Collected Stories of Joanna Russ, but the bibliography seemed a bit complicated. Would I be interested in working with Joanna to sort it out? I would, I said, and began corresponding with Joanna. Over the course of several years and a lot of airmail post, we worked out the contents list, the texts to be used, and the scholarly apparatus. In addition to the published collections, the book would contain about another collection’s worth of unpublished material. (About a quarter of this Joanna referred to as “Ghastlies”, meaning early work she wasn’t that keen on; but most of it was astonishing, like the late hilarious story “Invasion”. Most is not from the sf field but rather from small literary/feminist magazines.) I sent the completed MS off to Wesleyan in late 2008 and waited.

This book is currently in limbo, but needs to happen, a fitting tribute to one of science fiction’s best writers. Sadly much of her work seems to be out of print now, while it’s not very easy to find secondhand either, at least not here. I’ve rarely seen her work in the secondhand bookstores I browse in.

This is not an unique position a sf writer can find themselves in of course; apart from the obvious classics, most of science fiction’s history is out of print. Gollancz aims to change this, by launching the Science Fiction Gateway. From their press release:

Gollancz, the SF and Fantasy imprint of the Orion Publishing Group, announces the launch of the world’s largest digital SFF library, the SF Gateway, which will make thousands of out-of-print titles by classic genre authors available as eBooks.

Building on the remarkable success of Gollancz’s Masterworks series, the SF Gateway will launch this Autumn with more than a thousand titles by close to a hundred authors. It will build to 3,000 titles by the end of 2012, and 5,000 or more by 2014. Gollancz’s Digital Publisher Darren Nash, who joined the company in September 2010 to spearhead the project said, “The Masterworks series has been extraordinarily successful in republishing one or two key titles by a wide range of authors, but most of those authors had long careers in which they wrote dozens of novels which had fallen out of print. It seemed to us that eBooks would offer the ideal way to make them available again. This realization was the starting point for the SF Gateway.” Wherever possible, the SF Gateway will offer the complete backlist of the authors included.

Gollancz has always been one of the most important, if not the most important publisher of science fiction and fantasy in the UK, both commercially and for the development of the genres. If any publisher can make this project work it’s them, but will all depend on how this gateway will work in practise. They’re getting at least one thing right, by going for volume from the start, rather than being cautious in what they’re offering and by going for the backlist as well as new titles. Now all they need to do is make sure all those minor little details like pricing, ease of purchase and how to handle territorial copyright, digital rights management, not to mention which formats to publish in and so on.

What I want from the SF Gateway is being able to buy all of Joanna Russ’ backlist, for about the same money that I could get them from a secondhand bookstore from — they should not be more expensive than a new mass market paperback — and do so hassle free, with no DRM or nonsense about not allowed to buy them because I’m not in the UK.

What should’ve been the Rule 34 cover blurb

Published on July 19, 2011

From the humongous NotWMurdoch hacking scandal tread on Blood & Tresure comes this gem of a description of Charlie Stross’s Rule 34 courtesy of ajay:

A book of the same title has just been published – it’s by Charlie Stross and is basically ((“Ken MacLeod” – “explanations of Trotskyite splinter groups”) + (“Christopher Brookmyre” – “comedy violence”) * (“Ian Rankin” – (“jazz” + “whisky”)) + (“Cory Doctorow” – “inability to create convincing characters or dialogue)).

(Though I’d put “Rolling Stones albums” rather than jazz for Ian Rankin.)

Connie Willis: bland, bad, popular

Published on July 18, 20111 Comment

Andrew Hickey is not subtle in his criticism of Connie Willis and her latest novels Blackout/All Clear, concluding:

This is someone who has apparently had a successful writing career for as long as I’ve been alive. On the evidence of this utter, appalling, piece of shit, this travesty, this disgrace that makes Dan Brown look like a more elegant and refined version of F. Scott Fitzgerald, I can only assume that she has incriminating photos of the head of publishing at Spectra, her publishers, and of the people who choose the Hugo shortlists. In which case, I can only say to let her release the photos – they could hardly do more damage to your reputations than these books do.

I haven’t read these novels, but all the flaws Andrew mentions were also present in her older novels like e.g. To Say Nothing about the Dog. She has a fondness for screwball comedy plotting, where all the problems her protagonists have to deal with are largely caused by them not talking to each other, prefering to run around like headless chickens. She’s not very good at creating believable villains either, for whom cardboard would be a compliment as she just cannot imagine anybody wanting to oppose her characters. Don’t read her novels for their plot. What’s more, despite her genuine Anglophilia, she’s sloppy in her research, her vision of England barely a step above say the Phantom Rasberry Blower of Old London Town, to say nothing of the atrocities she allows her characters to perpetuate on the Queen’s English.

Idiot plotting, bad research, padding and yet Willis is incredibly popular and a perennial Hugo candidate and winner. She must be doing something right and indeed her saving grace is her gift at storytelling. She’s a good read, not too demanding, easily digestable and flatters the reader outrageously by hitting them over the head with her “subtle” allusions — she makes sure you know To Say Nothing about the Dog is a homage to Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat and praises you for getting it.

Connie Willis, like a whole slew of other bland but persistently popular sf writers (Robert J. Sawyer, Allan Steele, Mike Resnick to name three), is popular because she never underestimates her audience. She knows the trick of spoon feeding her readers without being blatant about it, ladling out easily digestable story and complimenting her readers’ ability to swallow. Judging from everything I’ve heard about Blackout/All Clear however, she has now lost that knack and all that remains are the flaws. If she wins the Hugo for it, it would be the final nail in its coffin.

The dead hand of Heinleinism

Published on July 12, 20112 Comments

Adam Roberts reviews a dreadful sounding novel, Charles Sheffield’s and Jerry Pournelle’s Higher Education, a “confection of right-wing ideological tendentiousness, bias, strawmannery, tedious earbending and downright banging-your-fist-on-the-edge-of-the-pulpit preaching”. It all sounded very familiar, reinforced by the extracts Roberts provided:

“You stated on your general knowledge quiz that Rome was founded in the year 753A.D. Would you be interested in revising that opinion?”

There was a long silence as Deedee opened her mouth and then closed it. Finally she said, tentatively: “753 B.C.?”

“Correct. A mere difference of fifteen hundred years, but what’s that between friends? Bravo. … Now listen all of you. You may be thinking, what the hell is all the fuss about? Barney French is nit-picking on things that don’t make a damn of difference. Well if you think that you’re wrong.” … She walked along the line of trainees, turning so that they could get a good view of her misshapen face. “See the scars? See the bone grafts? Take a close-up. You’re seeing me after thirty-seven operations and the best plastic surgery that money can buy. My body is in worse shape than my face—I have more metal than bone in my shoulders. And I’m one of the lucky ones. Four people died in the accident that did this. And do you know what caused it?”

It’s Heinlein isn’t it? Ersatz Heinlein, that is, inferior writers aping his style and his certaincies without having his skill to make you share them, at least for the duration of the story. The dead hand of Heinleinism, strangling science fiction from beyond the grave.

Heinlein could sell you a lot of nonsense, really rather stupid opinions and authoritarian bullshit but he could make you believe in all that bullshit. Especially if you are twelve, bookish and slightly smarter than your friends. He was like a kindly if slightly more cynical than your parents thought was appropriate uncle, calmly explaining to you how the world worked, trusting you were smart enough to follow his logic and never upset if you disagreed with him, as long as you could argue why you did so. He stacked the decks outrageously of course, but that didn’t matter when you were in the middle of the story. He made you trust him, if only until the book was finished.

His imitators on the other hand…

All a Pournelle or Sheffield can take away of what Heinlein did so effortlesly is the authoritianism, the big man swagger and opinions stated as facts, but without the skills to make it work. They’re just bullies, Heinlein without Heinlein’s charm. And it’s this dead hand of Heinleinism that helps hold science fiction back, as all these wannabes try to ape the old man and fail and as he remains for so many writers and readers both the standard to measure everything new with, even though it should be obvious he isn’t just that relevant or interesting anymore. Just because we liked him when we were young doesn’t mean kids today should read him or that we should keep trying to imitate him and failing. Let him be.