Books read July

July was somewhat better than June in terms of actually finishing books: eight instead of five, largely because I chose easier books to read, pure junkfood in some cases.

The Naming of the Dead — Ian Rankin
Rebus has to solve the murder of a rapist while the G8 is in town. Cameo appearance by one George Bush crashing his bike in a copper.

The Red Canary — Tim Birkhead
A pop science book about genetics, the quest to breed a true red canary from its normally green stock and why this was impossible without genetical enginering the colour in. Not a subject I’d normally be interested in, but quite readable.

Theater of War Lewis Lapham
I hadn’t heard of Lewis Lapham before, but he’s an American political commentator and this is a collection of his columns during the crucial period of 2000-2003, from the stolen election to the war on Iraq. Looking back at this period seven years later it’s unbelievable that we could’ve ever been bamboozled by the clowns Lapham skewers here. And by we I mean the media and politicians rather than anybody else…

Diamonds Are Forever — Ian Fleming
First time I’ve read a Bond book. They always said that the books were entirely different from the movies and they were right. The bad guys in the book just run a simple diamond smuggling operation instead of whatever convoluted shit the ones in the movie were about.

Moonraker — Ian Fleming
James Bond helps “M” to check out if famed industrialist Hugo Drax is actually cheating at bridge, then becomes the security chief of his Moonraker project vital to the national defence of Britain…

The Man With the Golden Gun — Ian Fleming
This is where that famous quote of Fleming’s of homosexuals not being able to whistle comes from. Just one example of the, shall we say, somewhat dated attitudes towards gender, sexuality and race in these books. Not often overtly malicious, but

Carve the Sky — Alexander Jablokov
Jablokov’s first novel and one of the few cyberpunk novels that seems to have been inspired by Bruce Sterling’s Schismatrix rather than Gibson’s Neuromancer.

The Hour of the Dragon — Robert E. Howard
Howard’s only Conan novel, sort of a greatest hits version of a Conan story, set late in his career. Not bad

Carnacki the Ghost-Finder — William Hope Hodgson
The ghost detective or paranormal investigator genre of fantasy was fairly popular in Edwardian England though almost extinct since. This collection is a good example of the genre, with Carnacki going at his business semi-scientifically, experimenting yet with his knowledge still based on ancient manuscripts as much as on scientific research. Sometimes the mystery investigated is a hoax and one story is just a straightup detective puzzle, but most do feature the supernatural in some way or another, in a very Lovecraftian way.

Secret Warriors: seriously shitty

I don’t know who recommed Secret Warriors to me as an actually readable Marvel comic, but whoever did wants shooting. Just spend an hour reading through the first seventeen issues, all that’s been published so far and it got everything I hate in modern superhero comics. It’s all climax and no buildup, where every issue has to be important, every page a revelation, every panel a beat. At the same time, so much of the importance of what we’re seeing on the pages is not in the issues themselves, but derived from other titles and crossovers, especially in the first six issues, fitting in with that whole Dark Reign event. The art doesn’t help, because while the artist Stefano Caselli is not bad, more times than not you have to guess at who that shocking character at the end of yet another Big Reveal was actually meant to be. The usual “realistic” muddy computer colouring doesn’t help either.

I don’t really want to talk about the overall plot of the series and how develops, because that’s not really the issue here. What I found annoying is the storytelling rather than the story. So let me try to make it clear what I object to, by looking in detail at Secret Warriors #1. The first thing is that this is a properly modern superhero comic: no thought balloons, almost no sound effects (three blam, blam, blams in) , no speed or action lines and captions used like in the movies: establishing a place and time for a new scene, as well as to represent the first person narration by one of the characters, which comes and goes according to whether or not she is in a scene. Of these three I miss the sound effects and speedlines the most, as without them the action seems stilted.

Moving on, this issue has two covers, the normal one and a variant cover showing three characters not appearing int he comic and whose significance I only found out by looking at Wikipedia. Which is the second problem with this series, in that it comes out of an earlier crossover event, with the backstory to these characters told there, but never refered to here. This is annoying in the extreme. I’m sure that if you’re a Marvel zombie you know who all those people are, but I didn’t, I just want to be able to read a comic without having to read a zillion more just to keep up with who the players are.

Now we come to the major problem with the issue and the series. The issues starts with two people talking at what looks like some oil refinery in Texas, shots sound and they and several other people start whaling on Hydra agents, after which another set of armoured villains drop down out of the sky and starts attacking everybody. The first set of people, who as it turns out are Fury’s rookie superhero agents, flee the scene back to their secret base to be reamed out by Fury himself for exposing themselves needlessly. We stick with our narrator as she and Fury look in at a twelve year old boy playing computer games, who’s apparantly a god. Then she asks Nick what’s bothering him and we get a flashback sequence of him breaking into an ex-SHIELD computer centre, as well as a chat with the US president, which ends with Fury showing exactly what he found. Cue various database files ending the issue.

This is actually one of the better issues in the series for actually connecting the various scenes into a coherent whole, but it still reads like a series of independent scenes, not a story. We start in the middle of a story and end there, but there’s no sense of a journey, just one thing happening and then another. The series as a whole sofar reads as if somebody took all the kewl scenes from some summer blockbuster and didn’t bother filling in the rest of the movie.

Then we come to the art. The splashpage below is from the first issue and can serve as an example.

Splashpage from Secret Warriors 01

Can you tell easily what’s going on here? How you should read it? Follow the caption boxes, which have nothing much to do with the action on the page? Or read it from bottom left to top right or vice versa? The composition makes no sense, there are no natural lines for your eye to follow the action and the result is a mess. It doesn’t even look that cool. Most of the rest of the issue has the obligatory widescreen, narrow panels of modern superhero comics, mixed with inset vertical panels closing up on a face or an action. Again, no sense that much thought has gone in laying out the pages to help the story.

So, not impressed with Secret Warriors. If I can sum it up, it feels as if a whole layer of storytelling has gone missing in a misguided attempt to make a comic look more like a movie.

Facebook: ptoey!

Teresa Nielsen Hayden gets annoyed at Google’s stupid persistence in wanting to crosslink all her accounts with Facebook of all places:

Especially Facebook! Are you out of your mind? You’ve got some very smart people working for you. Go ask some of them why I might not think it’s a swell idea for Facebook, that impenitent mendacious serial offender against privacy and prior consent, to automatically receive ANY information about my activities elsewhere in the online universe.

What next? Are you going to automatically crosslink Google accounts and Google Image results with Facebook’s mega-creepy facial recognition project? You know, the one that’s building an enormous database of real photos linked with real names and online usernames? Facebook has long since made it clear that they’re never going to respect user privacy; and you, dear Google, already know way too much about us all.

Even without their privacy shenanigans I don’t trust Facebook. It’s the anti-internet, a walled garden that wants you to never leave and keep playing that stupid free farm game. It goes against the grain of what the internet is supposed to be, open, free and nobody’s property. The only reason I ever got an account was as a landclaim, but even on the rare times I do login it manages to annoy me in less than a minute.

Holland moving to a rightwing government?

2010 Dutch election results

The Dutch parliamentary elections were held a month after the British elections, yet where the latter had a new government in less than a week, almost two months later we’re still governmentless. Which has everything to do with the fragmented results of the election, as you can see from the graph above. No big winners emerged, instead you had four parties with twenty seats or more and three others with ten to fifteen seats. Which means that to get a majority of 76, at least three parties have to agree to govern, which hasn’t proved easy. None of the traditional coalitions were viable, so instead several other possibilities were explored.

The first was a rightwing government of the PVV (Wilders), CDA and VVD, which went nowhere as the CDA refused to negotiate until VVD and PVV had set aside their differences. Then it was the turn of two other possibilities, a centre left cabinet of no less than four parties: VVD, PvdA, D66 and GroenLinks which seemed promised but fell apart, as did a proper centre coalition of VVD-CDA-PvdA, which would’ve been the first time all three parties worked together in one government…. So now the process has moved full circle as VVD, PVV and CDA are once again negotiating.

Which is worrying. With the current worldwide mania for cutting government spending and slashing social services, having three rightwing parties each firmly convinced of the validity of neoliberal market uber alles thinking, chances are we will see quite a few government services under threat. Already there’s talk of cutting unemployement benefits to one year (even though we’ve always paid employee contributions based on getting multiple year benefits, depending on time of service), as well as e.g. dismantling the central benefits agency UWV in order to “tackle waste”, devolving its tasks to the municipalities instead. To be honest, that would probably do wonders for my own employment, with my extensive experience working for it and its predecessors — imagine all the IT systems a city council needs to buy, install and maintain for this. Imagine also the chaos as every other council decides to buy different software…

Of course, having Wilders and the PVV in government will also be disastrous for anybody not of pure aryan stock, so to speak. The idea at the moment seems to be that CDA and VVD will form a minority government, with strategic support of the PVV, leaving Wilders free to agitate against Muslims. Despite his populistic noises, in economic matters there’s little daylight between PVV and VVD, both happy to slash government budget and mollycoddle the rich, while the PVV in social matter will probably demand some symbolic measures against the “Islamisation of the Netherlands”. Not a happy view to look forward to…

The Cordwainer Smith Rediscovery Award

The Cordwainer Smith Rediscovery Award is intended to showcase once important but largely forgotten science fiction/fantasy writers, who’ve often slipped out of print. Since its inception in 2001 it has shown an excellent taste, building up a list of great writers, but there’s something different about this year’s winner. Let’s see, shall we? Since 2001 the following writers have won the award:

  • Olaf Stapledon, 2001: writing outside genre science fiction as a worthy heir to H. G. Wells, novels like Last and First MEn and especially Starmaker were truly cosmic in scale showing how science fiction could escape the petty concerns of everyday life and show how insignificant we really are in the universe, creating an almost religious sense of wonder.
  • R.A. Lafferty, 2002: cynical, sarcastic, the sharpest wit in science fiction, fond of wordplay but never turning it into punishment, his stories always had a strong moral centre even if it was not always easy to find out exactly which moral centre. Nobody wrote like him before him, nobody writes like him now.
  • Edgar Pangborn, 2003: one of the most humane science fiction writers, showing how science fiction could hold up a mirror to observers, that it could focus on people as well as on gadgets.
  • Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore, 2004: both were great writers on their own, but together they were also one of the great writing partnerships, in which even they themselves could often not tell who had written which story. C. L. Moore was almost as good a writer of planetary adventures as Leigh Brackett, as well as the creator of one of the great fantasy heroes, Jirel of Joiry, a redheaded warrior popular decades before Roy Thomas would resurrect an obscure Robert E. Howard character as Red Sonja. Kuttner specialised in humourous fantasy and science fiction stories, helping create a truly American fantasy tradition in the spirit of the old European fairy tales.
  • Leigh Brackett, 2005: the best of the heirs of Edgar Rice Burroughs, better even than the man himself, unsurpassed when it comes ot proper planetary romance and science fantasy, as well as the writer for the best Star Wars movie, The Empire Strikes Back
  • William Hope Hodgson, 2006: Edwardian writer of horror, ghost stories and fantasy, still very readable today, his best works The House on the Borderland and The Night Land still impressing modern writers like China Miéville.
  • Daniel F. Galouye, 2007: who wrote a handful of novels, one of which formed the basis of both a seventies German television series directed by Rainer Werner Fassbinder and the 1999 movie The Thirteenth Floor
  • Stanley G. Weinbaum, 2008: died much too young of a particularly nasty cancer but still managed to be the first writer to create truly alien aliens, back in the 1930ties.
  • A. Merritt, 2009: a pulp writer of horror and fantasy, massively popular before World War II with multiple movie adaptations of his stories, a friend and influence on H. P. Lovecraft.
  • Mark Clifton, 2010: co-writer of the worst novel ever to win the Hugo Award.

One of those winners is not like the others… Clifton might not be the worst science fiction writer ever, but does he really need to be rediscovered? Where is the Lionel Fanthorpe Reobscurity Award when you need it?

(via James.)