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Movie Relevance: Star Wars Vs. Avatar

Hey guys! Sorry for my blog overlord post being a little late here. I have (much like everyone else at Bowdoin) had tons of work that I have lost myself in.

I was struggling to come up with a topic to write about for the majority of the semester. I’m a huge star wars fan so I knew I would want to include that but I wasn’t sure how I would tie it into my post. That was all until a debate I recently had with a group of friends about movie relevance and cultural impact.

I am a much bigger fan of the original trilogy of Star Wars: IV, V, and VI. Kind of rare for someone my age. Most of my friends enjoy the prequels more because it was what they grew up with, but I was fortunately shown the original series first and have become far more attached. For the time at which they were made, the cinematography is revolutionary, and the impact it has had on the sci-fi genre to me is immeasurable.

As for the movie Avatar, I am not the biggest fan. I understand its message and the movie’s importance to cinema as well, but sometimes I wonder how it is the highest-grossing movie of all time. That said, I haven’t re-watched the movie in quite some time, so maybe there is something that I’m missing. But for the aforementioned debate I had, I was firm on my opinions based on my most recent viewing (I didn’t have time to go rewatch it while arguing at a Thorne lunch table).

This debate centered mostly around the movie Avatar, and how in my opinion it had little cultural relevance in comparison to Star Wars. I am in no way denying that the movie was revolutionary for CGI use, or that the message of the movie is unclear. I am just saying that in my opinion, the highest-grossing movie of all time should maybe have some quotable lines, a super memorable scene, or at least character names that I remember. All of those criteria are of course subjective to me and I’m sure that someone can rattle off a few lines, but I challenge you to comment on the main character’s name without looking it up. The counterargument proposed was that if James Cameron wanted to build a cinematic universe and market it like Star Wars did (with action figures and video games) he could have, but he didn’t because that wasn’t the point of the franchise.

Now, there is no real correct answer I guess. Both are relevant movies and impactful in their own way. I think it is just really interesting to see how two very different movies, within similar genres, can have an effect on American culture in such different ways. Yes, Avatar is higher grossing and yes it was revolutionary to the  CGI and movie industry in general. But on the other hand, Star Wars did things that had never been done before way before Avatar, AND the original movies look less outdated now than the late nineties and early two thousand prequels do now.

This is all to say that there is no correct answer to the question which is more impactful (unless you ask me in which case it’s Star Wars). More interestingly, this is a commentary on how two of the most grossing movies and biggest budget franchises are from the world of science fiction. Most of my favorite movies can fit under the umbrella of science fiction, and I think it is a great thing that they can spark so much debate and conoversation.

Let me know the name of the main guy from avatar if you know it (i had to look it up for the record). Also, drop some other movies you think are overrated or underrated and why!

Belle (2021)

Over the weekend I watched Belle (2021), directed by Mamoru Hosoda. It is a Japanese animated film that looks at digital identities and the power they hold in escaping the problems of life. It follows a teenager with anxiety around singing in front of others in person due to past family traumas. She is however able to amass an unprecedented level of popularity by singing through her virtual avatar into the “U”(-niverse), a virtual reality that creates one’s avatar based on their “true” self.

The expansiveness of the “U” digital landscape reminded me of “World of Tomorrow”, specifically with the “outernet” and how one can get lost in that setting as well.

There are interesting taglines from the film’s digital universe, like “Live Your Other Life”. It made me wonder how many of us right now are living online personas that are completely different from how we present in face-to-face interactions. We already have the technology to enter virtual reality, but it’d be interesting to imagine if we’d ever get to the point where we could have a total sensory experience within the digital landscape as is presented in Belle.

It is a heartfelt exploration of the different identities we take on around others, and whether we’re strong enough to reveal our “real” self to the ones we cherish most. Belle investigates the line between virtual and physical reality, and definitely is something I would recommend to watch in your spare time! The animation is breathtaking and the soundtrack is spectacular!

Here is the trailer for the movie if you’re interested!

Time and Again – Clifford Simak (1951)

Clifford D. Simak – Ragged Claws Network

Simak, Clifford D. Time and Again. New York: Ace Books, 1951

I chose this book because of my familiarity with Simak from Desertion (1944) and because of the cliffhangers written on the back of the book. Simak pitches the novel to me, the reader, by directly asking questions. “Asher Sutton held a book in his hands — it was going to be written many centuries in the future. He was going to be the author. Or was he? How could come to write it? Could he stop himself? Did he want to?” Time paradoxes have always interested me because sf authors always have unique interesting ways of approaching them. I was curious to see how Simak wrote about it. The cover photo is also pretty cool (see above).

What appears to be just a time travel story, turns into an android vs human conflict. Asher Sutton, the protagonist, impossibly returns from a space expedition in a ship that he could not possibly have survived. He returns with new knowledge from his adventures and his destiny to spread this knowledge. Sutton eventually stumbles upon a book written by him, that he had not written yet. The story has countless twists and turns that culminate in an intertemporal war between androids and humans either pushing Sutton to write the book a certain way, leaving the writing up to Sutton, or killing him. This story combines multiple sf tropes eloquently without causing too much confusion. Breaking Well’s Law, Simak is successful in writing a Terminator-style time war between androids and humans, detailing space travel, alien interactions, mind powers, and much more. Simak also breaches the philosophy of destiny and how much control we have over our own.

I absolutely recommend this book to anyone interested in sf. Time and Again is about as hard-sf as it gets but maintains coherency and quality. The plot twists and action throughout the novel kept me engaged, while Simak’s philosophical ideas trapped me into thinking about the novel as I went about my day. Complex, but easy to read, I finished the book in about two days. I guarantee I will check it out again over the summer!

film: Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

(Nora Sullivan Horner)

Female Asian Empowerment, Powerlessness, and Dimension-Hopping in Everything Everywhere All at Once

This past Saturday, I went with some friends to see Everything Everywhere All at Once at the Eveningstar Cinema here in Brunswick. The 2022 film was written and directed by Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert and features Michelle Yeoh, Stephanie Hsu, Ke Huy Quan, Jenny Slate, Harry Shum Jr., James Hong, and Jamie Lee Curtis. The film is charming, touching, and cosmically, comically absurd about the nature of existence(s) itself. It follows a Chinese-American woman who runs a laundry business with her family, struggles to file her taxes, remains unaware that her husband is about to serve her divorce papers, scrambles to organize the local Chinese New Years celebration, pacify her belligerent semi-estranged father, walk the wobbling tightrope of a relationship with her daughter, all while trying to save the very fabric of the multiverse in her spare time. To “jump” multiverses, the wearer dons a dorky-looking twin-Bluetooth-earpiece set-up and performs profoundly random actions (such as switching left and right shoes, slicing paper cuts between your fingers, or breaking out into Swiss yodeling) that increase the probability of leading to an alternate universe, slingshotting the wearer’s consciousness to that version of reality and downloading the skills of that alternate version into the starting universe in real-time. Thus, the wearer immediately can tap into and harness the hibachi knife-wielding, Kung fu-kicking, or sausage-finger-having characteristics of alternate versions of themself. Of course, all this consciousness-dimension jay-walking places a huge strain on the wearer’s psyche. In order to withstand physically and mentally inhabiting more than one reality at a time, the jumper must have incredible mental fortitude either gotten through sheer luck or rigorous training. What happens when the human mind is pushed beyond the breaking point? And reality itself breaks with it? What would happen if a person could jump to different times, places, and realities at will—their metaphorical hands and fingers in every possible cookie jar and pie in the universal bakery?

These are just one half of the questions that this film attempts to answer. The others are of even more significance, if you can believe it. How do you express your love for those you share your life with when you feel your life is subideal? When you find yourself wondering and wishing what would’ve happened had you not made that fateful decision to move countries, start a business, marry your partner, or have children at all? How do you grapple with the concerted forces of poverty, racism, sexism, and bureaucracy? How do you care for a parent who rejected you and how do you love your daughter who’s so different from you without rejecting her in turn? 

I highly recommend this film. It’s witty and self-aware, serious and silly oftentimes in the same breath. It references many tropes of Asian-Americans in mainstream media—cue dramatized Kung fu fight scenes accompanied by exotic “oriental” music—in a smart 21st century kind of way. Though, while I was able to appreciate the tongue-in-cheek sass of the film, I felt uncomfortable sitting in a theater with predominantly senior white individuals who were laughing out loud during these very scenes. It made me question what was really funny to them—the ironic playing of the stereotyping of Asian characters in film or the stereotypes alone? Still, the story stood on its own two feet. It examined the common familial dynamics of first-generation parents and second-generation children, especially those of ethnic minorities occupying the lower-middle class. It explored the role of gender and sexuality, the role of generational differences and misunderstandings, the power structure of the heteronormative family. I enjoyed seeing a Chinese-American woman take center stage(s) throughout the film; I enjoyed peering into her mind and her reflections on her life choices, her assessment of the present, and daydreaming of possible futures that are closer to her than she could have ever dreamed of. I cheered when she took power of her destiny, choosing the road less and more traveled, and I mourned when it was wrenched from her hands at other times. Ultimately, the film asks the big question: How do you find contentment in the one imperfect present you inhabit—and make peace with all those other realities you don’t? 

These questions of the heart and spirit is what places the film on the soft SF-side of the spectrum. The “tech,” while instrumental in the plot, is not at its center; it’s the people, it’s their relationships. It’s time and place and its irreversibility and irreplaceability. It’s the fleeting, it’s the futile, it’s the confusing. It’s everything everywhere all at once.    –Nora Sullivan Horner

Starmind – Dave Van Arnam (1969)

When selecting my novel, I was looking for something unique and different that I felt that a lot of sf stories tended to miss. I didn’t want your typical action-adventure soap opera that was characteristic of this genre — my mind tends to like stories that deal with issues of a more philosophical and existential nature. While lots of science fiction features voyages outward, searching for answers within the infinite cosmos, I believe that searching within one’s “inner space” is a much more productive and useful endeavor. The reason I chose Starmind was because of the tagline “What ships can be launched on the far seas of the mind?” because it speaks to the potential within one’s internal universe, and alludes to the immense power that is contained within each and every one of us, which is a topic that I personally find fascinating.

Starmind essentially tells the story of three characters —  Jailyn Rost, a Martian princess with a rich family; Joe Winslow, an expert on the topic of multi-wave research and engineering, and Benjy Tyler, a 19-year old boy with an intellectual disability. Each of them were coincidently involved in three separate freak accidents, such that only one half of Jailyn’s brain, one half of Joe’s brain, and Benjy’s body were viable. As such, they were subject to the first double brain transplant in their history, and the three of them — as Benjy’s midbrain and cerebellum remained, so he was present to some degree — learned to coexist in one body and seek out their purpose in life, which culminates in them learning to manipulate the “multi-wave” using the power of their combined minds to discover faster-than-light interstellar travel.

While the premise of this novel may lead one to believe that this may be considered soft science fiction, as it deals with issues of the mind and “inner space”, I would place this book firmly in the category of hard sf. This is because it describes the various processes and happenings within the story with an extreme verbosity, chock full of technical jargon and many novums, so much so that I feel that it detracts from the original point of novel, serving only as a boring and annoying digression.

That being said, the highlight of this novel is observing the three personalities interacting with each other and learning to coexist. Here, Van Arnam does an excellent job of crafting vibrant characters that the reader can learn to love and root for. Everything else in my opinion could be ignored, as there were several sections of the novel that described various phenomena in extreme detail for seemingly no reason, which I found particularly frustrating. Additionally, the theme of sexuality appears over and over through this novel, sometimes in ways that are uncomfortable, and do not add much value to the story.

Overall while the premise of this book is very exciting and interesting, its execution leaves a bit to be desired. Some sections of the book can be difficult to get through, as the storytelling can get long-winded and uninteresting. It does pick up toward the middle of the story, however the final third of the book is a little difficult to understand. As a result I would only really recommend this book if you have spare time to kill and the idea of seeing how three minds interact in one body is of particular interest to you. Otherwise you most likely will not enjoy it much.

Van Arnam, Dave. Starmind. Ballantine Books, June 1969.

(Narmer Bazile)

A Septet of Stories: Nebula Award Stories Number Three edited by Roger Zelazny


(Post by Nora Sullivan Horner)

1) what made you choose the book you did

I wanted an anthology of short stories for the same reason that Professor Saiber has chosen to almost exclusively assign short stories: to get exposure to as many samples of SF writing as possible. The first page reads: “This selection of the best science fiction stories of 1967 was chosen by ballot by the 200-member Science Fiction Writers of America.” This self-description appealed to me since I wanted a vetted anthology with well-established authors and it turned out that we’ve read a good portion of the featured authors. 

2) what the book is about

A short description on the first page reads: “[The stories in this book] comprise what has been aptly called folk literature of the machine age, as they examine the basic elements of man’s nature in terms of the expansions of science and human awareness.” I thought this classification as “folk literature of the machine age” was a sharply clever characterization of this genre, one with which I’d agree. 

This book contains seven stories, an introduction and afterword from Zelazny, and a demi-appendix listing the Nebula-award winners from 1965 to 1967. The stories and their authors are as follows: “The Cloud-Sculptors of Coral D” by J. G. Ballard, “Pretty Maggie Monkeyeyes” by Harlan Ellison, “Mirror of Ice” by Gary Wright, “Weyr Search” by Anne McCaffrey, and the three Nebula winners “Aye, and Gomorrah” by Samuel Delany, “Gonna Roll the Bones” by Fritz Leiber, and “Behold the Man” by Michael Moorcock.

In this book review, for each story I’ll give a seductive, seven-word synopsis (SSS), discussion of its style and themes, favorite lines, whether I recommend it, and how I rank it compared to the other stories included. The recommendation scale numbers one to five according to the following scale: one means actively avoid for fear of psychic damage; two means read at your own risk of pointed displeasure; three means there is ambiguous gain if you feel compelled to read the story; four means reading is encouraged if you want a solidly good, entertaining, or eye-opening story; five means reading is almost required for an enlightening experience. The two scales don’t necessarily correspond with each other; I may dis/like a story that still ranks high/low when held in comparison. 

NUMBER ONE: “The Cloud-Sculptors of Coral D” by J. G. Ballard 

  • SSS: Men sculpt and die for eccentric widow. 
  • Style and themes: beautiful, witty turns-of-phrase that wake up the reader on the page; whimsical in its plot, characters, and details. Themes/tropes include: a “beautiful but insane woman,” alternate worlds, psychology, landscape editing/small scale engineering (via old school and new school tech, gliders and iodine crystal spray), [new weird?].
  • Favorite lines and good vocab words: 
    • “The hunchback nodded encouragingly to me, his eyes lit by an astronomy of dreams” (3). 
    • “Her strong and elegant face seemed sealed within the dark glass of the limousine like the enigmatic madonna of some marine grotto” (6). 
    • “‘Clouds, Beatrice? Those are tigers, tigers with wings. We’re manicurists of the air, not dragontamers’” (9).
    • “‘You’re very mysterious. Such as?’ ‘She played games with her eyes. ‘I’ll tell you in a month’s time when my contract expires. Now, when are your men coming?’” (10). 
    • “With the diamonds fixed around her eyes she reminded me of some archaic priestess. Beneath the countour jewelry her breasts lay like eager snakes” (11). 
    • “She was looking up at her [cloud-hewn] portrait as it began to break up over the lake, seeing it for the first time. The veins held the blood in her face” (12-13).
    • “Leonora was wearing an evening dress of peacock feathers that lay around her legs in an immense train. The hundred of eyes gleamed in the electric air before the storm, sheathing her body in their blue flames” (14). 
    • “In her face the diagram of bones formed a geometry of murder” (15). 
    • “After the spectacle of this death within the exploding replica of their hostess’s face, the guests began to leave” (16). 
    • “…I found a shallow basin among the dunes where sonic statues had run to seed beside a ruined studio….His companion was squatting by the sonic statues, twisting their helixes so that their voices became more resonant….Disturbed by the noise, the statues had begun to whine” (2, 13). 
    • Vocab:
      • Laconic – using or involving the use of a minimum of words; concise to the point of seeming rude or mysterious
      • Droll – having a humorous, whimsical, or odd quality 
      • Nubile – of a marriageable condition or age; sexually attractive—used of a young woman 
      • Giocanda – 
      • Nacreous
      • Toque
      • Quay
      • Chatelaine
      • Rictus
  • Recommendation and ranking: I give this story a 3.5. Out of the collection, I rank it as number two. 

NUMBER TWO: “Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes” by Harlan Ellison

  • SSS: morbid colonizer and Native gambling sex fantasy 
  • Style and themes: I thought the Zelazny introduction described Ellison’s writing in this story aptly: “His prose is as stark as a skull by Georgia O’Keefe and as steady as a jackhammer.” Wildly imaginative in a way that weaves webs between the mundane and the elevated in a seamlessly coherent way. Themes/tropes include: computers, dimensions, disaster, drugs, games, immortality, media landscape, perception, psychology, sex/gender, new weird(?). 
  • Favorite lines and good vocab words:
    • “Long legs, trim and coltish; hips a trifle large, the kind that promote that specific thought in men, about getting their hands around it; belly flat, isometrics; waist cut to the bone, a waist that works in any style from dirndl to disco-slacks; no breasts—all nipple, but no breast, like an expensive whore (the way O’Hara pinned it)—and no padding…” (20). 
    • “Amazing cheekbones, the whole face, really; simple uplifted eyes, the touch of the Cherokee, eyes that looked out at you, as you looked in at them, like someone peering out of the keyhole as you peers in; actually, dirty eyes, they said you can get it” (21). 
    • “Hair, the way a man wants it, so he can dig his hands in at the base of the neck and pull all that face very close an operable woman, a working mechanism, a rigged and sudden machinery of softness and motivation” (21).
    • “Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, pretty Maggie Moneyeyes,  who came from Tucson and trailers and rheumatic fever and a surge to live that was all kaleidoscope frenzy of clawing scrabbling no-nonsense. If it took lying on one’s back and making sounds like a panther in the desert, then one did it, because nothing, but nothing, was as bad as being dirt-poor, itchy-skinned, soiled-underwear, scuff-toed, hairy and ashamed lousy with the no-gots. Nothing!” (21-22). 
    • “And the old dealer, who could no longer cut it at the fast-action boards, who had been put out to pasture by a grateful management” (23). 
    • “Somewhere, a connection was made, and electricity, a billion volts of electricity, were shot through Kostner. His hair stood on end, his fingertips bled raw, his eyes turned to jelly, and every fiber in his musculature became radioactive” (23). 
    • “It was a leathery grin; something composed of stretched muscles and conditioned reflexes, totally mirthless” (24). 
    • “From somewhere, not in the Casino room, he heard a tinkle of rhodium-plated laughter” (24). 
    • “Men stared after her as she walked. She carried herself like a challenge, the way a squire carried a pennant, the way a prize bitch carried herself in the judge’s ring. Born to the blue. The wonders of mimicry and desire” (26). 
    • “She had to keep the patina of the world off her, had to remain clean and smooth and white. A presentation, not an object of flesh and hair. A chromium instrument, something never pitted by rust and corrosion” (27). 
    • “Suddenly total cellular knowledge….a soundless owl of frenzy trapped in a cave of prisms….overhead the odor of stop…. this is the stopover between hell or heaven….trapped and doomed alone in a mist-eaten nowhere” (28).
    • “He was in his late fifties, a velvet-voiced man whose eyes held nothing of light and certainly nothing of kindness” (29). 
    • “…he was numb, partaking of the action around him only as much as a drinking glass involves itself in the alcoholic’s drunken binge” (29). 
    • “…the gamblers with poached-egg eyes who had been up all night, the showgirls with massive breasts and diminutive sugar daddies…” (30). 
    • “I’ve been waiting for you. A long time, I’ve been waiting for you, Kostner. Why do you think you hit the jackpot? Because I’ve been waiting for you, and I want you. You’ll win all the jackpots. Because I want you, I need you. Love me, I’m Maggie, I’m so alone, love me” (30).
    • “Hartshorn’s smile was a stricture….Hartshorn’s smile became hieroglyphic, permanent, stamped on him forever” (33).
    • “…blue eyes deep as the past, misted with a fine scintillance like lavender spiderwebs; taut body that was the only body Woman ever had, from the very first” (35). 
    • “And she came to him, fully. Her body was a declaration of truth and trust such as no other Kostner had ever known before. She met him on a windswept plain of thought, and he made love to her more completely than he had known any passion before. She joined with him, entered him, mingled with his blood and his thought and his frustration, and he came away clean, filled with glory” (36).
    • “There was a terrible shriek, of tortured metal, of an express train ripping the air with its passage, of a hundred small animals being gutted and torn to shreds, of incredible pain…” (37). 
    • Vocab (interesting stylistic choice = underlined)
      • Many-colored
      • Bindlestiff
      • Popped for
      • A tot too much
      • Allathat
      • Vale
      • Rheumatic / rheumy
      • Vomity
      • Cuculiform
      • Pealed
      • Resigned-weary
  • Recommendation and ranking: I question whether the content of this story classifies it as SF or if it was considered so because Ellison is a SF writer; the role of tech is minimal and wholly unexplained, so much so that it bypasses even a fantasy category and plunges into a hallucinogenic, gravity-unbound drug-trip. I give this story a 3. Out of the collection, I rank it as number three. 

NUMBER THREE: “Mirror of Ice” by Gary Wright

  • SSS: adrenaline junkie meets Nascar meets Winter Olympics
  • Style and themes: one moment to the next narration, fast-paced and vivid. Like the previous story, less and less identifiably (obviously) SF; touches no listed themes. 
  • Favorite lines and good vocab words:
    • “[the sled] was a mean-looking missile, low and lean” (41)
    • “This was what had changed bobsledding into…this: this special thing with its special brotherhood, this clan apart, this peculiar breed of men set aside for the wonder of other men. The Kin, they called themselves” (41).
    • …someone once, laughing, had said, ‘Without peer, we are the world’s fastest suicide” (41).
    • “Simply open his canopy, that was the signal, and when the start came the other sleds would dive down and away and he would be sitting here alone. But, God, so alone! And he would be alone for the rest of his life. He might see some of the Kin again, sometime, somewhere. But they would not see him. It was a kind of death to stay behind…and a real death to go. Death, the silent rider with every man in every race…” (42)
    • …and it had to be that way. On the course sleds crashed and were no more….Only later, in the valley, were there men missing” (43). 
    • Of these sixteen, chances were that nine would finish. With luck, maybe ten. And chances also said that only fourteen of these men would be alive tonight. Those were the odds, as hard and cold as the ice, the fascinating frosting for this sport. Violent death! Assured, spectacular, magnetic death in a sport such as the world had never known. Incredible men with incredible skills doing an incredible thing” (43). 
    • “Was that why they did it?…yes, always that question: ‘Why do you do it?’ And before he had died on the Plummet, Sir Robert Brooke had told them, ‘Well, why not?’ (43)
    • “No, there were no quitters here; only the doers or the dead. And which was he going to be tonight?” (47)
    • “The Jackhammer smoothed out and plunged downward, and they were hurtling now into the Wingover at over 90 mph. Here were the second biggest grandstands on the course, the second greatest concentration fo cameras. Here two ambulance helicopters stood by, and a priest too. The Wingover…” (47)
    • ‘Remember when Otto Domagk left Cripple’s Corner in that snow storm?’ ‘Ya, und ven him was dogged out—Vas? Two hours?—he was so sleeping.’” (47)
    • …how many were dead now? Himself and how many others? But it wasn’t fear of death—what was it? What was it that he’d walled off inside—that something secret always skirted as carefully as a ship veers from a hidden reef, knowing it is there—what? And now the wall was down, and was facing….” (48)
    • “Here were the biggest grandstands and the most hungry eyes of the cameras. Here there were three clergy, and emergency operating rooms. Here……here he would complete the formality of dying” (48)
    • …and that was it; you kept trying. Over and over. No matter how many times you faced yourself it had to be done again. And again. The Self was never satisfied with single citifies—you had to keep trying…And he was empty no more” (49)
    • The entire ending conversation!
    • Vocab
      • Cantilevered
      • Steaking [into]
  • Recommendation and ranking: I give this story a 3. Out of the collection, I rank it as number six.

NUMBER FOUR: “Aye, and Gomorrah” by Samuel Delany 

  • (I’m skipping this story because we read it as a class, and, honestly, because I found the other ones more compelling to discuss more deeply—Delany’s story isn’t one of my personal favorites.) 
  • Recommendation and ranking: I give this story a 4. Out of the collection, I rank it as number one.

NUMBER FIVE: “Gonna Roll the Bones” by Fritz Leiber

  • SSS: Tim Burton nuclear family man battles bread 
  • Style and themes: Wacky, swanky, engaging. High paced, exciting, unpredictable. New weird(?); aside from that touches on no SF themes. Like the previous ones, very difficult to immediately conceive of as SF. 
  • Favorite lines and good vocab words:
    • (In the introduction): “It is timeless, though, and like all such things, timely” (62)
    • “The night was up-side-down deep among the forstoy stars” (64)
    • “Down below it looked as if the whole town of Ironmine had blown or buttoned out the light…” (64)
    • “…it occurred to him that something deep down inside him had for relays been planning things so that he and the house and his Wife and Mother and Mr. Guts would all come to an end together” (64)
    • “Every tight-locked atom of the place was controlledly jumping. Even the dust motes jibed tensely in the cones of light” (66)
    • “Back a little from the other end was the nakedest change girl yet and the only one he’d seen whose tray, slung from her breasts, was stacked with gold in gleaming little towers with jet-black chips. While the dice-girl, skinnier and taller and longer armed than his Wife even, didn’t seem to be wearing much but a pair of long white gloves. She was all right if you went for the type that isn’t much more than pale skin over bones with breasts like china doorknobs” (66)
    • “Joe traded all his greasy dollars for an equal number of pale chips and tweaked her left nipple for cut. She playfully snapped her teeth toward his fingers…” (67)
    • “Behind the man in black was a knot of just about the flashiest and nastiest customers, male or female, Joe had ever seen. He knew from one look that each bediamonded, pomaded bully had a belly gun beneath the flap of his flowered vest and a blackjack in his hip pocket, and each snake-eyed sporting girl a stiletto in her garter and a pearl-handled silver-plated derringer under the sequined silk in the hollow between her jutting breasts” (67)
    • “Or like silver space-liners with dozens of jewel-flamed jets, their portholes a-twinkle like ranks of marshaled asteroids” (68)
    • “‘Or Miss Flossie here can kiss you to death.’ He drew forward beside him his prettiest, evilest-looking sporting girl. She preened herself and flounced her short violet skirt and gave Joe a provocative, hungry look, lifting her carmine upper lip to show her long white canines.’” (82)
    • 83
    • “Then her turned and headed straight for home, but he took the long way, around the world” (83)
  • Recommendation and ranking: I give this story a 2.5. Out of the collection, I rank it as number seven.

NUMBER SIX: “Behold the Man” by Michael Moorcock

  • SSS: two atheists and time-traveling Jesus role play
  • Style and themes: a mixture of modern and bible-adjacent prose; flowery and pragmatic. Told in the way someone would speak and whose words would later be written, much like those older stories in those older books. Themes include alternate history, humor, identity, memory, religion, satire, slavery (vaguely), time travel, messianic alien (almost), travel log (kind of, more of a narration, but snips and pieces, not written by anyone to anyone, but seems journal-adjacent)
  • Favorite lines and good vocab words:
    • “‘The followers of this man do not think at all; he was their act of spontaneous creation. Now he leads them, this madman called Jesus of Nazareth. And he spoke, saying unto them: Yeah verily I was Karl Glogauer and now I Jesus the Messiah, the Christ. And it was so’” (85).
    • “Sometimes they questioned him casually about his chariot—the time machine they intended soon to bring in from the desert—and he told them that it had borne him from Egypt to Syria and then to here. They accepted the miracle calmly,. As he had suspected, they were used to miracles’” (95).
    • “Chirditianity was merely a stage in the meeting, cross-fertilization metamorphosis of Western logic and Eastern mysticism. Look how the religion itself changed over the centuries, reinterpreting itself to meet changing times. Christianity is just a new name for a conglomeration of old myths and philosophies. All the Gospels do is retell the sun myth and garble some of the ideas from the Greeks and Romans” (101).
    • “In this way, as priests had always done, they avoided questions they could not answer while at the same time appearing to have much more knowledge than they actually possessed” (116).
  • Recommendation and ranking: I give this story a 3.5. Out of the collection, I rank it as number five.

NUMBER SEVEN: “Weyr Search” by Anne McCaffrey

  • SSS: high dragon fantasy, brooding men and strong woman 
  • Style and themes: Reads as fantasy (I don’t see any SF traits at all); lush, tastefully archaic, slightly sexist through and through. Enjoyable and immersive when you buy into the world (the page is rife with worldbuilding that doesn’t care if you catch on or not.) Themes include: alternate worlds, ecology, biopunk/elfpunk(?), animal-human interaction
  • Favorite lines and good vocab words:
    • Perihelion
    • Addlepated 
    • Inimitable 
    • Temporize
    • Laconically
    • Adroitly 
    • Vaned 
    • Pinions 
    • Claxon 
  • Recommendation and ranking: I give this story a 4. Out of the collection, I rank it as number four.

I also wanted to give a little attention to the afterword. The most interesting thing Zelazny writes is, after listing some (then) contemporaneous issues, that:

[The problems] are still with us and we don’t have any handy answers. We can only guess at possible outcomes. Science fiction, as I see it, though, isn’t here to provide handy answers. We can only guess at possible outcomes. Science fiction, as I see it, though, isn’t here to provide handy answers. We may comment upon or extrapolate a particular thing, but it doesn’t provide a solution, it simply points a finger. This is what I believe Theodore Sturgeon meant when he referred to a class of stories as being of the “If this goes on—“ type….I am going to tell you that our special form of literature is an invitation, an indication, a pastime….you’re looking at literature, not social commentary. If some of the latter gets mixed in—well, good. It was probably not intentional, though. Like the man who crashes the party, we just want to be on the scene.

I disagree more than I agree with his statement. I agree that science fiction doesn’t provide handy answers because nothing really does, not to the questions of the Vietnam war, big cities, progressive bureaucratization, computerization, outflow of gold, and race relations, as he narrows in on. However, I believe they are critical, if not constructive, meditations on such problems that do indeed have the power to imagine, unapologetically, big solutions to big problems. Not all SF goes in the “if this continues” vein, of course; some deal directly with what to do, not just what may happen. I more strongly disagree with his statement that SF isn’t social commentary; anything that comes from a society is a reflection of that society. There is hardly any writing that could be considered void of social commentary, in my view. SF is definitely close to the heart of what it means to question who we are, what’s around us, the times we’re living in, and the future we’re headed towards. SF is all about society, what happens when it goes wrong, and what may need to happen for things to go right. Maybe his claim that any social commentary found in SF is to be seen as unintentional was true of himself or his close cohort, but as we know, authors were writing about race and gender and the world from the start. And especially now, the idea that science fiction is not also social fiction rings hollow. At least to my ears. 

3) what kind of SF it is (style, major themes)

I found the overall, unifying theme to be sheer diversity. None of the stories are really like another, except perhaps “Cloud-Sculptors” and “Aye, and Gomorrah.” The style ranged widely as did each story’s themes—though, through and through, there seemed to be an emphasis on the male. There were themes of expression, exploration, danger/self-destruction/risk, intelligence/satirical, cynical humor, and genuine, engaging storylines, if that can be a theme. 

4) what is great about it (if anything) or what is not 

I like the collection for its diversity—it expanded my conception of what counts as a “SF” story, but confused me for the same reason. I questioned why people—Zelazny, the panel of judges, the authors themselves—considered these stories to be SF because each successive story strayed further from what I would categorize as SF. In my mind, “Cloud-Sculptors” and “Aye, and Gomorrah” were the only two stories that struck me as explicitly SF, though the latter I won’t discuss thoroughly here to devote more space and consideration to stories novel to the rest of the class. Technology played an instrumental, sort of incidental, role in “Pretty Maggie” and “Mirror of Ice” in that the killer slot machine and the bobsled of death both bore key human protagonists—but they weren’t the focus or focal points in and of themselves. “Gonna Roll the Bones” was where the shift really clicked—I didn’t identify anything that characterized the story as SF, and even less so in “Behold the Man” and “Weyr Search.” The former read more like a short story that was classically modern, full of atheism, cynicism, and self-aware irony. The latter read like the first chapter to a high-fantasy multi-volume book series that it is (Dragonflight is the series’ title.)

I also appreciated the order of the stories. I noticed that the “Cloud-Sculptors” was delightful in its reveling and full embrace of classic SF themes—Gerry-rigged technology for the production of fanciful cloud art, a motley crew of disillusioned inhabitants of a brightly dystopia environment, and a rich, horrible woman to serve as the well-cast though vaguely-motivated antagonist. While the first was utterly thrilling, “Pretty Maggie” was mysterious, slow to grip but once it had its hold on you, you wanted to see the story to the end. “Mirror of Ice” sped the pace up, breathless until the final line. Things slowed down a bit with “Aye, and Gomorrah” given the jerking up-and-down lifestyle of the spacers and the drawn out interaction in Turkey towards the end. “Gonna Roll the Bones” felt like a Halloween special that interjects on your favorite late-night cable channel—a breath of something new, though decidedly different than all the stories that preceded it. And then came “Behold the Man.” This story was long; it was hard to get through for me and I found I had to read it in chunks. The ending was guessable, but nonetheless enjoyable to finally see with your own eyes. It was a little cheesy in how almost played-out it was. I understood, then and there, a little more about Zelazny’s choice of order—I don’t think many readers would’ve stayed with the book if it opened with this story. Likewise, if it opened with “Weyr Search,” I think many people would close the book and check the cover in confusion, to verify that indeed they’d purchases a science fiction anthology and not a fantasy one. The final story was also enjoyable, very engrossing, and picked up pace as you read it—and, at least for me, compelled me to check out the entire series. It has all the elements that make fantasy so enjoyable and does it with a classic flair and style. 

That leads me to another through-line that captivated me—though not necessarily for the right reasons. Women. The role of women in each story (again, save “Aye, and Gomorrah”) is as objectionable as it is classic: she is either rich and evil for no reason and for no aim; seductive, greedy, and siren-singing a man to his demise; absent; an enabling sufferer of domestic violence; a pretty/“enjoyable” body and not much else; a sardonic, cynical, atheist, hard-boiled know-it-all; or a powerful independent woman… whose power is almost entirely contingent on characters stronger than her—and still written with enough clutching, clinging, and masculine-eye to the body to raise an eyebrow. I was disappointed at this pattern, but also unusually forgiving given the environment these stories were born from. It was also interesting to see that all but the final author were male. 

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the selection. Still, I am curious as to why they all qualified in some crucial way(s) as science fiction when, to me, only about four could be considered that, two generously and two indisputably. 

5) do you recommend it?

Yes. The book will broaden your definition of science fiction through challenging it, and ultimately, hopefully, will help you hone your eye to what counts as science fiction, and good science fiction at that. 

6) make sure to include the full bibliography, original print date, and an image of the book cover

Bibliography: Zelazny, Roger, ed. Nebula Award Stories: Number Three. New York: Pocket Books, 1968.

The editor, Roger Zelazny, is using his real name and is also an award-winning (Hugos and Nebulas) American SF author. To my knowledge the anthology itself didn’t win awards, though some of its constituent stories did. 

–Nora Sullivan Horner

Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe (2010)

(post by Elizabeth Baker)

I chose How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu because it was in the Asian Science Fiction section at the Green Hand, and because there was a dog on the over. I’m interested in Asian SF, and I have a special interest in diasporic Asian fiction. How do we live in a new place? What stories get brought with migrants, and what gets left behind?

How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe is a book about an Asian-American time machine repairman, Charles Yu who has spent almost a decade living out of his time machine, trapped outside of time and experiencing a mid-life crisis. In the background of his technician job, Yu is also searching for his father, who has been missing for years and who invented the first time machine. The conflict in the novel begins when Yu encounters his future self, who he shoots. This begins a time loop which Yu spends the rest of the novel trying to remove himself from.

This novel is Chinese science fiction, time travel, and very, very meta. It’s also very, very good! It is beautifully written and it has interesting time travel logic. The novel concerns itself greatly with metaphors, but it also uses sharp humor to off-set the high-brow logic. Ultimately, the story is about a father-son relationship with immigration, science fiction, and a mid-life crisis in the background. I highly recommend it!     –Elizabeth Baker

Yu, Charles. How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe. Random House, 2010.

Canada and SF

(Post by Sophie Gold)

If flying saucers would never land in Lucca, then why, for crying out loud, would they choose Toronto . . . or Winnipeg . . . or Gandor . . . or Halifax . . . or Victoria . . . or Quebec City . . . or even Vulcan (yes, Vulcan, Alberta is a real place)?

Since our class discussion on Kerr’s satirical short story “The Alien Invasion as Seen in the Twitter Stream” (2012), I have been curious about the role of Canada in both the depiction and production of science fiction. To be fair, most of this interest is the result of excitement at the mention of Canada, a country often neglected in mainstream (ie American) cinema and literature, regardless of the uncomplimentary image of Canada that Kerr perpetuates. But, despite my instinct as a Canadian to defend my homeland against protestations of its irrelevance and obscurity, he does raise valid points. Why should Canada, a country known by most for its accent, weed laws, hockey teams, maple syrup exportation and comparatively high taxes, be of any interest to intergalactic intelligent life intending to contact or colonize Earth?

The following is a not-quite comprehensive list of why, at least in my admittedly-biased opinion, aliens might consider Canada as a prime location for first-contact:

  1. According to The Canada Guide, over 80% of Canada is currently uninhabited, with most of our population living in a handful of large cities near the Canada – US border. This is, in part, the result of our unique, diverse, and sometimes unforgiving geography as a country full of mountains, prairies, valleys, islands and tundra. Put simply, there’s a large chunk of Canada, such as the archipelago of islands in the extreme north, where humans cannot successfully live. However, if the alien life forms that choose to visit our planet possess the technologies, metabolisms and/or strategies to survive in such extreme conditions, what can stop them from laying claim to this physically uninhabitable land? Seems like a quick and effective strategy to establish alien territory on Earth if you ask me.
  2. To quote AE, an online database of Canadian Science fiction, “Canada, like space, is a cold and lonely place”. Although I am inclined to disagree with this statement, it holds some truth, especially during the long winter and for those who don’t live in the big cities near the border. Although there is a wide variety of motivations for alien contact with Earth, assuming they are not fleeing danger or destruction on their home planets, this could actually be an advantage. If Canada is so similar to space, perhaps the aliens won’t get homesick?
  3. Over the years, Canada has established a reputation for the politeness of its citizens. Even Canadarm, the robotic arm created by the Canadian Space Agency for NASA and the ISS, greets incoming aliens with a big, friendly wave. This stereotype, although not always true, could be immensely beneficial to aliens hoping to invade Earth. First of all, we’d probably let them. Second of all, no other countries would see it coming. Starting their conquest of the planet in Canada effectively provides them with a built-in element of surprise.
  4. Maybe their technology depends on the energy produced via the combustion of a  high-sugar viscous liquid. . . like maple syrup.      –Sophie Gold

Living Spaceship

Interior passageway of the living spaceship Moya.

Howdy! I thought I’d share this cool picture of the interior of the living spaceship Moya from the SF TV series Farscape. In the show, Moya is a sentient bio-mechanical creature that the main characters, a rebellious collection of fugitive aliens and one human, live in. According to the show’s twitter account, “The shapes of Moya’s hallways and passageways were based on a Spanish architect and designer, Antoni Gaudi.” Moya is one of my favorite characters/ aspects of the show as she has a compassionate and quirky personality. The show itself is unique and has a lot of personality, I would definitely recommend!

 

James P. Hogan, Thrice Upon A Time, (1980)

I thought the cover was really fascinating and the title was endearing to me. I instantly had an inkling on what the story would entail before having read that, and I think that works in its favor. I haven’t had any experience going through bookstores so it was a bit of an overwhelming search, but there was a whimsical nature to the cover of Thrice Upon A Time so I just had to learn more about it.

In the barest of bones, it’s a story about time travel and exploring its potential limitations and consequences. Time travel is done through sending messages to the past, which then affect the present reality. There are also themes of this mechanism of time travel being controlled by the government and higher forms of power, and how these scientists stumble upon a machine they don’t understand the potential it holds until later in the story.

I would categorize this story as Hard SF, as it primarily uses theoretical mathematics and quantum physics to explain the mechanisms behind the technology used. There were a lot of pages dedicated strictly to theorizing how time travel would even work, and touched on the multiverse as it relates to infinite branching timelines. It also goes without saying that the story is about time travel, and looking at all the different ways things can be altered in these different timelines. I’m not usually a fan of Hard SF, but I could appreciate the amount of thought and care that went into developing this world and the technology. There are also subplots revolving around free will. This primarily relates to the relationships between the characters and whether they’d still come to fruition or end if the timelines weren’t altered by the messages.

I think there was way too much exposition, it was very hard to get through because a lot of the pages were going over the setting and the geography of each location which took me out of the story often. Most of the plot could honestly be taken out, I think the main draw of the story was how it explores relationships affected by timelines. The politics and the overarching bureaucracy, along with the vaccine & virus stuff wasn’t my cup of tea. I didn’t think it added to the story either, because the science behind it didn’t feel realistic to me. There also seemed to be significantly less effort put towards fleshing out the other sciences in this story unrelated to time travel. However, this point towards the plot might be biased because of my affinity towards soft SF and fantasy genres. This isn’t to say that the way James P. Hogan wrote this was necessarily bad, but the stakes felt higher for the relationships in the story, rather than the world succumbing to the deadly illness. I think the message it has about love is surprisingly optimistic, as it seems to validate fate as a force in the universe. Certain characters always find a way back to each other regardless of the timeline alterations. This personally aligns with my view of the world so it’s cool to see it affirmed in text that was written decades ago.

I’d recommend it to anyone interested in time travel as a genre, it’s a really interesting thought experiment the way it deals with timeline manipulation, as well as separate timelines. If you’re a hopeless romantic I would also recommend this story because it handles love in a really cute way!

 

Works Cited:

Hogan, James. Thrice Upon A Time. New York: Ballantine Books, 1980.

(Tyrese Duncan-Moore)