There is a human quality that cannot be precisely named: possibly the most noble of all human qualities. It includes but is larger than candor, generosity, comprehension, niceness of distinction, intensity, steadiness of purpose, total commitment. It is participation in all human perceptions, recollection of all human history. It is characteristic of every great creative genius and can never be learned: learning in this regard is bathos - the dissection of a butterfly, a spectroscope turned to the sunset, the psychoanalysis of a laughing girl. The attempt to learn is self-destructive; when erudition comes in, poetry departs. How common the man of intellect who cannot feel! How trifling are his judgments against those of the peasant who derives his strength, like Antaeus, from the emotional sediment of the race! Essentially the tastes and preferences of the intellectual elite, derived from learning, are false, doctrinaire, artificial, shrill, shallow, uncertain, eclectic, jejune and insincere.
Life, Volume IV by Unspiek, Baron Bodissey, quoted in The Killing Machine.
The Cadwal Chronicles
Fantasms & Magic
The Durdane series
Lurulu (review for The Zone)
A short profile (also written for The Zone)
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Thursday, 30 May 2013
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
The History of the Science Fiction Magazine vol 1 - post script!
So, that’s the first
volume done, and I’m even now cracking on with volume two.
I’ve also found some
of these texts online. I’ll add links to the separate entries in
the fullness of time (it’s getting late here), but for now, here’s a list:
My main interest here has been to review the themes in these early stories, so that I can make a judgement later on if contpemporary SF has got anything new to say. Let’s
just take a quick look at the the themes we’ve found so far.
Monday, 13 May 2013
Davy Jones’ Ambassador by Raymond Z Gallun
First published in
Astounding Stories, December 1935.
There’s been one big
thing missing from this anthology: aliens. Sure, yes, we’ve had a
few Martians, but they were basically humans in drag, and while TheMachine Man of Ardathia was pretty freaky his petulant manner was all
too recognisably human. Maybe it’s just the particular stories chosen
here, but these early SF writers don’t really seem to have grasped
the nettle when it comes to exploring non-human life.
Until now. This story
presents us with a fascinating alien society with its own weird
morphology, technology and society. It’s more bizarre than any of
the Martians we’ve seen so far or the far-future societies that
have featured. An yet it’s relatively close to us in both time and
space.
The title of this one’s
the give away, of course: the alien society is deep beneath the sea.
Sunday, 12 May 2013
One Prehistoric Night by Philip Barshofsky
You can download this story from this site. I'm not sure if this is in the public domain: if you're the copyright holder let me know and I'll take this link down if you want. Otherwise I'll leave it up as a service to readers.
Many of the stories in
this collection revolve around science lessons of one sort of
another. We’ve had lectures on the sub-atomic world in Out of theSub-Universe, cellular biology in The Eternal Man and The Coming ofthe Ice, and astronomy in The Voice From the Ether; scientific
principles are more subtly laced through The Asteroid of Gold but the
story still provides a decent grounding in the physics of gravitation
and space-travel.
This didactic element
is one of the key parts of what I think of as ‘real’ science
fiction. The story needs to outline the science that surrounds the
plot, and it can’t help but be somewhat pedagogic. It was one
Gernsback’s original motivations for publishing ‘scientifiction’
and maybe it’s why my school years were packed with those junior SF
anthologies stocked with Golden Age stories like these.
As the title implies,
this one gives us a Walking With Dinosaurs-style glimpse into the Jurassic
age.
Grant Morrison explains his take on Batman
Here's a terrific video (via Bleeding Cool) where Grant Morrison talks to Kevin Smith about how he approached his recently finished run on Batman.
I read most of it, starting around about issue 666 and bailing out about halfway through Batman Inc. It's one I'll come back to this someday, I think, filling in the gaps with trades, as I did with Jonathan Hickman's run on Fantastic Four.
I'm reading his run on X-Men - New X-Men - at moment. It has its moments but it's a bit up-and-down, I think. I might write more about this in the near future...
I read most of it, starting around about issue 666 and bailing out about halfway through Batman Inc. It's one I'll come back to this someday, I think, filling in the gaps with trades, as I did with Jonathan Hickman's run on Fantastic Four.
I'm reading his run on X-Men - New X-Men - at moment. It has its moments but it's a bit up-and-down, I think. I might write more about this in the near future...
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
The Island of Unreason by Edmond Hamilton
Yep, that's the sort of thing I mean. |
First published in
Wonder Stories, May 1933.
Left and right, right
and left: what do these things mean, really? SF fans generally pride
themselves on being a pretty progressive lot – being champions of
new technology and new ways of living surely inclines one to
progressive views. And in fairness, the large majority of SF fans
I’ve met over the years have been socially liberal, at least.
But there are very strong and enduring elements
of SF that I have always found distinctly right wing. The elitist ‘fans are slans’
tendency, the hedge-fund venture capital view of life of the
cyberpunks and the racist implications of a lot of planetary romance
all stick out as distinctly conservative view-points. It’s a range
of views that sees Ayn Rand still held up as a paragon by many and
feeds the ‘libertarian’ view of life that runs so powerfully
through the work of Robert Heinlein.
Not surprisingly, it’s
something that’s in evidence from early on, and this story is
pretty good example.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
The Asteroid of Gold by Clifford D Simak
This is exactly the
type of story that I loved when I was a kid: tough guys in a
realistic future with a an exciting problem. It’s the sort of thing that filled up the junior anthologies I used to get from the school
library or the children’s sections of Titahi Bay and Porirua
libraries.
We've left the era of obscure journey men and we're into the Golden Age proper now. I wouldn’t say I was
ever a particular fan of Clifford D Simak, but his was one of those names I’d
spot in the contents list – alongside other reliables like
Asimov, Heinlein, Sturgeon, Pohl, Le Guin, Sheckley, Moorcock or Dick
that would indicate an anthology was probably worth picking up. It’s a name
that I associate indelibly with what I think of as ‘real’ science
fiction, and this is a great example of what I mean.
The Voice From the Ether by Lloyd Arthur Eshbach
First published in
Amazing Stories, May 1931.
You can download this story from this link. I'm not sure if it's in the public domain: if you're the copyright holder let me know and I'll take this link down if you want. Otherwise I'll leave it up as a service to readers.
My favourite pulp-era
cliché is the ranting mad scientist super villain. The best pulp
villains are like tragic romantic heroes, driven to extreme acts by
the power of their passions. Spurned in love or by society, they
exact their revenge.
'The Voice From the
Ether' tells the story of Tuol Oro, one of the greatest scientists on
Mars. When his latest amazing discovery is dismissed as a mistake by
the Martian scientific establishment, Oro decides to exact ironic
revenge – he will destroy them using the very discovery they mocked
so cruelly! Like the scientists in
Out of the Sub Universe, he’s discovered life in the sub-atomic
realm and using Mad Science he’s able to grow the sub-atomic creepy
crawlies to a macro-scale and unleash them against his tormentors.
Oro’s spirited
description of his ghastly revenge makes this an enjoyable take on a
story that never gets old. Tuol Oro is just a vehicle for the legendary forces
of retribution that have been in existence since ancient
times. Like a storm from the heavens, he merely unleashes the forces
that destroys a decadent society.