Monday, April 27, 2009

Just a nice weekend


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An eventful weekend.

This weekend had one of those somewhat rare (but not as rare as they used to be) April heat waves. So Ben, Wendy and I visited the Cambridge Science Festival where we fired water rockets, figured out how to shoot air, petted an alligator and saw different mutations of fruit flies. And other things. Much fun.

That night, I racked up the two red wines I've been working on. One will, hopefully, be a Concord grape port. The other is just a Marechal Foch red but exciting nonetheless since 2007 was the first year we had enough M/F grapes that we could make a wine rather than blending it with other grapes. We still have the 2008 Concord and M/F grapes to go through. I'm considering trying my hand at making a sherry.

Sunday, we hung out on the homestead and worked around the garden and such. Put in a fence. Examined the budding crab apples. Went to a party and then came home and made a red beer. Then, sleep.

Just a terrific weekend.

On another note, I finished re-reading Slan by A. E. van Vogt and I'm in the process of re-reading The Stars my Destination by Alfred Bester. More on them, later.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Consideration of Works Past: The Transfinite Man


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When I read The Transfinite Man by Colin Kapp, I enjoyed it. I found this during the period between 1964 and 1969 when I devoured the contents of the Huntsville Public Library. Rereading it now, it surprises me it was there at all. Those southern librarians were more on the ball than I thought they were.

David Langford talked about TTM in the March 2009 F&SF Curiosities column. He suggested that much of the imagery and ideas in TTM were either derived from or in homage to Alfred Bester's The Stars My Destination. Stars was published in 1956 and TTM was published in 1964 so there is some reason to think this. Ivan Dalroi and Gully Foyle are both ubermensches with hidden powers of the mind. Foyle, in Stars, is cast as messiagh. Dalroi, in TTM, is cast as anti-christ.

Given that, I think TTM is a reply to Stars rather than being derivative or a homage. It's the comic book approach to great power: you become hero or villain. I don't think it's an accident that Stars was written in 1956, the second Eisenhower election, and TTM the year after Kennedy was shot.

The problem is, of course, Colin Kapp is no Alfred Bester. Bester was redoing revenge such as in The Count of Monte Christo. Foyle must become the equal of the forces that are arrayed against them and in so doing removes the reason for the revenge.

Dalroi, in TTM, also has a revenge thing going but it's thin. The idea under the book is sort of interesting but it's like watching the Star Wars movies. What a great idea. I wish someone else was doing this other than George Lucas.

Both TTM and Stars attempt something very interesting in SF: the idea that SF stories could be made from unlovely characters. This was a case of the outside world of literature invading SF. Certainly, Norman Mailer knew this. So did Mickey Spillane or Raymond Chandler. SF took a little longer.

If Colin Kapp was Mickey Spillane, then Alfred Bester was Raymond Chandler. There's a reason we still read The Long Goodbye and not My Gun is Quick. If Colin Kapp had been a writer of bigger caliber, his reply to Stars might have been more interesting.

I think it would have been a great movie. George? Are you listening?
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Friday, April 17, 2009

Consideration of Works Past: Crazy Weather

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Before I get going on Crazy Weather, I learned this morning two items of interest. J. G. Ballard died over the weekend and Stephen Hawking is in the hospital. J. G. Ballard was a fantastic writer and Stephen Hawking has proven himself to be one of the greatest physicists of the last 100 years.

I'll do a bit on J. G. Ballard's work (notably the world books: The Drowned World, The Burning World and The Crystal World.) But for now, here are a number of links about Ballard: Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here.

Stephen Hawking is amazing for his brilliance, his handling of his handicap and his ability to present information to the public. I'm hoping he will live for as long as he wishes.

Now, on to Crazy Weather.

Charles L. McNichols and Crazy Weather are both finally getting a little recognition. (See Here. Here. Here.) I've never been able to find out much about McNichols-- he was an aviator in World War I. He worked as a stuntman in Hollywood. He grew up in Arizona, the location for the book.

My mother had a rule in the house. I could read any book I could reach. Mom kept books she didn't think were appropriate out of my reach. She didn't take into account that I could climb and this led to reading James Jones' From Here to Eternity when I was ten-- which my wife tells me explains a lot. But that's another story.

I found Crazy Weather when I couldn't have been more than seven. I have no idea where she got the book or why she purchased it. Later, when I was older and smarter, I asked but she said she didn't remember.

Crazy Weather
did two things for me. It first defined to me the "coming of age" novel for all time. More on that in a moment.

The second was to start a love for American fiction between the years 1920 or so until the first real waves of European immigration of the late thirties. Not that there weren't waves of immigration before that. But the period from just after to World War I until about 1938 or so is uniquely American. The voice of that period is different from American fiction before or since.

I remarked on the Clifford D. Simak post that he had a gentleness and tenderness that was rare in science fiction. It's not so unique in this period. Along with the excoriating works of Upton Sinclair and Sinclair Lewis, we also have in this period Harold Saroyan, John Dos Passos and early John Steinbeck. As fiction since 9/11 is different from fiction before, so fiction prior to World War II is different from fiction after.

Crazy Weather is the story of a young man named South Boy. South Boy is the white son of a rancher in Mojave country-- an area once controlled by the Mojave Indians but now shared between the reservation Indians, the ranchers and the US government. South Boy has been raised as much by the Mojave as by his white parents. His mother is a devout Christian woman and wants South Boy to become a preacher. His father would like South Boy to become a rancher. The Mojaves believe South Boy would be a good Mojave.

The story covers four days in his life beginning when he encounters his good friend, the Mojave boy Havek. South Boy wanders through the Mojave world being beset by temptations and inclinations to proceed into either the white or Mojave world, until he passes through a true dark night of the soul to emerge with enough self-knowledge to make his own decision.

South Boy makes his decisions in full knowledge of the advantages and short comings of both worlds and it's not clear what his decision will be until quite late in the novel-- it's not even clear which is best for him or that he has made his choice for the right reasons. Crazy Weather is strongly influenced by Huckleberry Finn in this regard. There are a number of points where Huck's character grows in response to decision he makes. It's possible McNichols was interested in this particular process and derived an entire novel from it. Like Huck, South Boy bounces back and forth between these worlds and makes choices that he then must renounce-- recall that Huck was going to turn Jim in more than once but then decided against it. Both characters vacillated until reaching their final decision. In Huckleberry Finn, the vacillation and ultimate choice is an important part of the work but not the center. In Crazy Weather it is the centerpiece of the book.

Modern "coming of age" stories are typically told as Young Adult stories. This puts them in the same category of stories as morality plays: stories we tell our children to make sure they make the right decision. Such stories weight the choices so the right choice (or at least the authorial choice) is obvious. Then, the chacter in the morality tale either chooses the right one (everything turns out well) or the wrong one (everything turns out badly).

Such tales aren't really "coming of age" stories at all. They're not even good fiction. "Coming of age" means taking on the mantle of adulthood, which means making your own choices and standing by the consequences. Most adult choices are not cut and dried or black or white. They are choices that are morally gray or where the consequences are finely sliced. Do I save for my retirement or my son's education? It's my duty to educate my son but I don't want to live on cat food. Or, as I saw in the south, do I help that black man (a morally correct thing to do) or do I protect my family from the Klan (a morally correct thing to do). Many modern "coming of age" stories so stack the moral choices that there's no real choice at all.

Crazy Weather is not such a story. South Boy has the freedom to make his own choices, which means he has the opportunity to make mistakes and fail. He also has the clarity of vision to realize that neither choice is going to be perfect or even comfortable. There's going to be conflict and disappointment regardless of what he chooses. The choices he wrestles with are significant: leave his family and become a Mojave or forsake the Mojaves and follow his family.

This is a story a seven year old kid could sink his teeth into.

Heck, I've reread it as an adult and it's still terrific.
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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Consideration of Works Past: Clifford D. Simak


Clifford D. Simak is an odd duck. His work absolutely science fiction. There's no frippery in it. It's not hard SF in that we don't learn the nuts and bolts of things. It's more humanistic than that. He postulates things and then plays with human reactions. He's in the vein of Edgar Pangborn or (sometimes) Ray Bradbury.

But what makes Simak interesting, to me, is the gentleness of his fiction. I'm going to talk about three books: The Werewolf Principle, Time is the Simplest Thing and The Goblin Reservation. (Curiously, full text of The Werewolf Principle is here as well as others.)

Let's set the stage.

The TWP and TGR were written in 1967 and 1968. TITSP was written in 1961. I moved to Huntsville, Alabama, in 1964 and left in 1969. During that period I devoured every science fiction, fantasy and mystery book that existed in the Huntsville Public Library-- which contained more than you might think. Many of which I can barely remember. There was one piece of drivel called Hyperspace, which involved voracious creatures of the fourth dimension that liked to eat buildings.

It must have been during this period I read these three (and also some other works) by Simak.

Simak wasn't afraid to talk about love or fear. Many more "modern" works seem to have to paint over love with sentimentality and fear with horror. Simak wasn't like that. He was, I think, a throwback to earlier kinds of fiction like William Saroyan's The Human Comedy or Ross Lockridge's Raintree County. These were works more about how people lived their lives and any insight gained about their inner psychology derived from thoughts and actions deriving from those acts of life. Simak seemed to understand that people treat themselves gently most of the time.

That said, much of Simak's work followed a common plot where a man (almost alway) had achieved a status quo, an event drives him from that and the rest of the novel follows him finding a new equilibrium. The Werewolf Principle starts with a man having no memory of who he was but he's been declared normal and given a place in the world. But he starts transforming into different creatures. The Goblin Reservation tells the story of a professor who returns to earth only to find he had already returned previously and died. Time is the Simplest Thing posits a world where telepaths explore other worlds and encounter aliens. One of these gets a copy of an alien's mind and then must flee.

In all three, humans are not lords of creation but neither are they low scum. Aliens are often not particularly threatening but often have their own agenda-- living their (alien) lives just like humans.

What I found in Simak's work, and these three novels in particular, was a tenderness. It's very clear Simak loved his characters. I expect he enjoyed people-- at least, that's what I've gotten from his work. Both are rare qualities in SF. Tenderness is an emotion felt towards those who are vulnerable and most SF writers just don't view humans in this way. Heck, most writers don't view humans in this way.

I have to say I've consciously tried in several stories to emulate this qualilty. I've had some success. It's easy to get maudlin-- which, of course, destroys the effect.
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