Keeping it Real — Justina Robson

Cover of Keeping it Real


Keeping it Real
Justina Robson
279 pages
published in 2006

Justina Robson is one of those writers I’ve known about for years, but have never read anything by so far. One of the new breed of British science fiction writers who popped up around the turn of the millennium, her first couple of novels found critical acclaim, each being nominated for the Clarke or BSFA Award. Unfortunately popular success seemed to elude her however, until she started the Quantum Gravity series, of which Keeping it Real is the first novel.

It is also the first novel of hers I’ve read. A high concept description of it would be urban fantasy meets cyberpunk, a bit like the old Shadowrun role playing game but much less naff. Personally I’ve always thought cyberpunk was urban fantasy’s science fiction’s mirror counterpart anyway, so the combination seems logical. As Robson explains it in the prologue, an unknown “quantum catastrophe” in the Superconducting Superconductor in Texas in 2015 had torn reality into six realms: Earth, now called Otopia, Zoomenon, the realm of Elementals, Alfheim (elves country), Demonia, home of demons, Faery, home of fairies and finally Thanatopia, supposedly the realm of the dead though no human being has ever visited. The catastrophe was quickly dubbed the “Quantum Bomb” on Otopia, with the big question that keeps human philsophers and scientists awake at night being whether the Bomb really recreated reality or just made it visible to Otopia.

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Grand Slam!

Welsh grand slam

I don’t quite know why I started watching the 2008 England v Wales Six Nations match that one Saturday, but I became hooked immediately. Since no decent person can root for England in any sport, I chose the Welsh to cheer on, which turned out to be a good choice as they won the Grand Slam that year, winning all five their matches, conceding only two tries. Since that high point Wales has been a bit disappointing until today, as they won another Grand Slam. It wasn’t as magnificent as 2008, but it has been incredibly tense these past weeks, as no Welsh win was won easily.

I’ve come to enjoying spectator sports only lately, partially as distraction from you know what and Six Nations rugby has always been good. It’s even better when your chosen team wins…

Ymere is pissing me off

For the priviledge of belonging to the mandatory owners association, I pay them about sixty euros a month, which I always pay at the end of the month, with all the other bills. The owners association is run by Ymere Beheer, who’ve just sent me a reminder that I haven’t paid my March dues yet, with another fifteen euros in “cost” for sending me this reminder. This is seriously pissing me off. Especially because for some reason best known to themselves, the fsckers are only available to be argued with from 8:30 to 11:00 AM on workdays which is when I, like most people with a job, am at work.

A while back on Unfogged, during yet another discussion about the stupid hoops American health care insurers have their clients jump through, somebody made the brilliant observation that any company big enough is able to send you a bill for some arbitrary amount and there’s little you can about it to fight it that it’s easier just to pay up. Insurers, public utilities and other big necessary evils are particularly able to do this, but I never thought this would happen to me…

Charlie Brooker takes on the scummy invisible Children campaign



That whole Invisible Children/Kony 2012 campaign is the worst case of “what these people need is a honky” style of activism. It’s overtly simplistic, revolves more about the activists’ egos than about the supposed cause they’re supporting and it all looks a lot like a scam to get money out of idealistic but gullible people. That the director of the video is an Evangelical Christian fits with the m.o.; Evangelical Christians are masters of the fake charity.

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Watson & Oliver

It’s been a long time since I’ve been enjoying an old skool sketch show as much as I’ve been enjoying Watson & Oliver. I hadn’t heard of either Lorna Watson or Ingrid Oliver before, but they’ve obviously been around for some time, as they’re quite good and work well together.



A lot of their humour is observational and depending on repetition, as in both the sketch above and below. I’ve known co-workers/volunteers like her below, while the caf sketch is only mildly funny at first, but having been repeated in succesive shows has only become funnier.



They’re also good at getting in character, as seen here in the second of their Kate and Wills sketches.



All in all not a bad way of ending a Monday night.