Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Review - Robot Dreams by Isaac Asimov


Stories included:
 Little Lost Robot
Robot Dreams
"Breeds There a Man . . . ?"
Hostess
Sally
Strikebreaker
The Machine That Won the War
Eyes Do More Than See
The Martian Way
Franchise
Jokester
The Last Question
Does a Bee Care?
Light Verse
The Feeling of Power
Spell My Name With an S
The Ugly Little Boy
The Billiard Ball
True Love
The Last Answer
Lest We Remember


Full review: The entire impetus for this collection was a piece of artwork by Ralph McQuarrie - which eventually became the cover painting for the book. Containing one new short story (Robot Dreams) and a bunch of reprints of Asimov's short fiction, the book is a very good compilation of his work. Oddly, despite the title, only a handful of the stories in the volume are related to robots, although that doesn't detract from the quality of the finished product.

The first story in the book is Little Lost Robot, a story recycled from I, Robot (read review) that focuses on the effect of modifying the First Law of Robotics. As with all of the other stories that explore the implications of the Three Laws of Robotics, it is an interesting story, both as an engineering puzzle, and as a means of exploring the implications of technology. The new story in the book concerns a robot that is dreaming somewhat disturbing dreams. It features a return of Susan Calvin, a figure who shows up in many of Asimov's robot stories, and, as typical of the robot stories, deals with the effects of the Three Laws of Robotics. While it isn't one of the best robot stories, it is still one of the better ones. The second story in the volume is another robot story, and the only new piece of fiction written for this collection: the Locus Award-winning Robot Dreams. Once again, Susan Calvin is called in to clean up somebody else's robot mess, in this case a young robot designer build a robot brain using fractal geometry resulting in a more human-like robot mind. The side effect of this human-like mind is that the robot says he is dreaming, and when he describes the dreams it seems that robots may have a more complex inner psychology than even Susan Calvin may have suspected. This is another story in which Asimov explores exactly how dangerous it would be for humanity to have a manufactured race of slaves constrained only by a brief set of programmed rules, although Susan Calvin's solution to the problem at the end of the story is somewhat anticlimactic.

Light Verse is robot story, but doesn't sit inside the Susan Calvin set of stories. Instead, this piece seems to lean more towards the Bicentennial Man investigations of what differentiates a robot from a human, and how a robot could bridge that gap. In this story Alvis Lardner, a wealthy widow of a man who died in space, is famous for her light sculptures and is also a murderess. The victim in this case is a robotics engineer from U.S. Robots and Mechanical Men who unwittingly destroys the source of Lardner's light sculptures when he adjusts what he believes is a malfunctioning robot. The question posed by the story is an interesting one: how much of aesthetic value might be destroyed in a quest for "normality"?

Another story that is more or less about robots is Sally, but the focus this time is on cars equipped with positronic brains so they don't need human drivers. The story itself is fairly straightforward, the protagonist runs a farm for retired cars, and an unscrupulous visitor suggests recycling the brains of the resident cars into new vehicles in order to turn a profit. After he is turned down, our unsavory businessman tries to take the car brains by force, but he didn't count on the cars themselves objecting to this. The story raises questions about the rights of machinery that may be sentient and the danger posed by technologies that may be smarter than we are. It is clear that the protagonist regards the cars as individuals, but that his antagonistic would-be business partner does not, and that lack of regard is what undoes the villain in the story. Noticeably lacking in the story is the concept of the First Law of Robotics that a robot may never harm a human being or by inaction allow a human to come to harm. One wonders why Asimov left it entirely out of the story when it is so omnipresent in his other robot stories. Perhaps Asimov himself was guilty of what he has his villain doing: not regarding the vehicle-robots as individuals in the same way he regards humaniform-robots in other stories. In a minor side note, at one point the protagonist in the story mentions that he keeps the cars constantly full of gas with their engines turning over. This was a throwaway line in the 1950s when the story was written and gas was plentiful and cheap. But now it seems almost ludicrous to think that someone would keep fifty-one cars constantly running.

The Machine That Won the War is another quasi-robot story involving an interstellar was between Earth and Deneb in which the massive Multivac computer is credited with providing the edge that allowed Earth to win. As the story unfolds, each of the key individuals who dealt with the computer admit that they falsified their data, manipulated the results, or simply ignored Multivac's proscriptions. The story is quirky and humorous, especially the final scene in which the true "computer" that won the war is revealed. But the story does touch upon the important point that a machine is only as good as the people that use it. Also falling into the quasi-robot category is Franchise, a story about an election set in the far off future of 2008. Asimov imagines that the job of deciding how elections turn out has been handed over to Multivac, which is now not only used to predict the outcome of elections, but also to predict how people would have voted if they actually were allowed to vote. The process has been refined down to the point where Multivac only needs to consult a single voter that the machine designates as being the most "representative" voter. Franchise features one such voter, a confused and reluctant man named Muller, as he participates in the process. The story is funny, in a strange sort of way, but at the end, one realizes an odd thing: even though the story is called "franchise", and Muller has supposedly been selected as the "representative voter", her never actually casts a vote. Instead, Multivac simply decides the outcome of the election based upon an extended question and answer session with Muller. A somewhat unnerving strain of thought that runs through a fair amount of Asimov's work is that people would be better off if we were ruled by a technocracy of smart people, or better yet, smart computers or robots. And Franchise definitely reflects this thinking.

Possibly the most expansive of all the "Multivac" stories is The Last Question, a story that is told in successive jumps through time as increasingly advanced computers are all asked the same apparently insoluble question: Is it possible to stop the heat death of the Universe? The story is moderately interesting, but it doesn't really go anywhere for most of its length, after all, when your plot is essentially a single question, answering that question ends the story. So most of The Last Question is merely filler designed to delay the final resolution of the story without adding much of interest along the way. Jokester is another Multivac story, this time mixing Asimov's "Multivac" setting with his fondness for jokes. Meyerhof is a "grand master" who is feeding information into Multivac about jokes. The concept of a "grand master" is modestly interesting, apparently Asimov surmised that a machine as massive as Multivac would be impossible to deal with logically, so those few people who master working with the massive computer on an intuitive basis are called "grand masters", and pretty much have free reign when dealing with the computer. This is a kind of odd way of looking at computers which, by their very nature are nothing but logic based, but given that the story was published in 1956 when computers were in their infancy, it seems moderately excusable. Meyerhof is searching for the source of jokes and humor, and the answer he gets makes this one of the few Asimov stories to deal with extraterrestrials, as multivac concludes that the only possible source for jokes is nonhuman intelligence. The end of the story is bleakly humorous, and somewhat scary.

The final "Multivac" story in the volume is True Love, and it is both creepy on purpose and creepy unintentionally. The story is about a computer programmer named Milton working with a program in Multivac that he calls "Joe". Milton is using Joe illegally to try to find himself true love, by finding the perfect woman for him to marry. After some false starts, Milton begins uploading his personality profile into Joe so Joe will be able to match him psychologically with a woman and make sure that the "true love" he picks out will also love him in return. Milton and Joe become so closely identified with one another that Joe falls in love with the chosen woman, arranges to have Milton arrested and taken away, and plans to woo the woman himself. The intentionally creepy part of the story is the "computers replace us" theme that has Joe turning on and supplanting Milton. We are supposed to feel uneasy at the idea that a computer could become obsessed with a woman. But when stops and thinks about the story, one realizes that the computer is only reflecting Milton's obsession with "true love". And Milton is incredibly creepy. He has Joe select women almost entirely based upon their physical characteristics. He winnows the field down to two-hundred and thirty or so women, and then has Joe select from those based entirely upon which ones look most like beauty pageant winners. Milton has Joe then bring each woman to him so that he can clumsily ask them out on dates. So even at the outset he has reduced the woman he is allegedly looking for to a collection of body parts: height, weight, age, eye color, hair color, and so on. Then when this plan doesn't work, he hits on the idea (but only because Joe thinks of it) that maybe he would have better luck finding "true love" if he found a woman who might find him attractive, which is the point at which he starts loading in his psychological data, so that Joe can match it up with the two-hundred and thirtyish women who meet Milton's physical specifications. And to help him in his quest, he has Joe arrange to get all of the women psychologically tested so as to be able to compare their psychological profiles with Milton's. None of the women know why they are being psychologically tested, their consent to the courtship doesn't seem to matter much to Milton, Joe, or Asimov. This is, essentially, cyberstalking, and it is deeply creepy. And it is all the creepier because Asimov doesn't seem to realize it.

In a similar vein, although lacking the Multivac angle, is the the psychological thriller "Breeds There a Man . . . ?" in which a bizarrely gifted scientist inexplicably starts wanting to kill himself. It turns out that the scientist in question doesn't so much do any science but rather just seems to magically come up with solutions when presented with problems, and he he has used this magical science ability to determine that humans are actually an experiment being performed by some long-lived and unseen intelligence, with cultural and technological advancement taking place in spurts followed by cleansing destruction. Since humanity has invented the atomic weapon, he foresees that humans will be wiped from the Earth by this process and is therefore under a compulsion to kill himself because the unseen intelligence wipes out all the smart people who could solve all the problems and avert the cleansing destruction. The story ends on both an up note and a down note, but it isn't a very convincing ending either way, mostly because the protagonists magical science ability just pops out of thin air, and his conclusions seem just as unsupported by anything of substance. The third of the "alien interference" stories in the volume is titled Does a Bee Care? although this time the alien interferes with human development not as part of some sort of experiment, but rather in order to facilitate its own departure from the Earth. The central character uses humanity almost unconsciously, and is ultimately indifferent to our concerns, much as a bee uses a flower. And like a bee cares not at all for the concerns of the flower he uses, the central figure in this story simply doesn't care about humanity, giving the story its title. The question raised when one considers this story in relation to the other "alien interference" stories in this volume is whether it is better for an alien power manipulating you to be interested in the consequence to you or simply be indifferent to whatever might happen to you.

Getting somewhat away from the Multivac stories, but still somewhat related to them is The Feeling of Power, which imagines a future in which computers have become so ubiquitous in human society that no one remembers how to do mathematics for themselves. An undistinguished technician named Myron Aub rediscovers how to do computations by hand, a discovery that is quickly taken up by those in power, named "graphitics", and turned to the war effort against Deneb, with the enticing ability to create computer-free star ships and missiles manned with human operators looming in the future. Myron, distraught at his discovery being turned to violence and war, kills himself, but at his funeral, a general reflects upon the feeling of power that it gives him to be able to multiply seven times nine. Hostess is a quirky little story that at first seems like a tale about a hysterical policeman who is concerned about a imaginary alien threat to Earth from an extraterrestrial centaur. The policeman's biologist wife narrates the story and she tries to figure out what is going on when he displays a strange hostility towards a social visit from a denizen of another planet. Her investigations lead to a showdown between the three and a and somewhat unexpected strange resolution. The story is a display of Asimov's mystery writing skills, although he does kind of hide the ball until the very end. The only flaw in the story is the somewhat sexist nature of the society that Asimov imagines will flourish in Earth's future, but that's common to a lot of Golden Age science fiction, so it is more or less excusable.

I have read Strikebreaker several times, and every time I find myself angry at the end of the story, even though by now I know exactly how it will end. The story takes place on a small colony that is housed on a hollowed out asteroid. An anthropologist named Lamorak is studying the caste system that has arisen on the colony and learns that the one individual who is ostracized is the sewage treatment specialist named Ragusnik. The asteroid inhabitants have a strict taboo against dealing with Ragusnik, and no one talks to him. Female babies are selected from mothers who have died in childbirth and given to the Ragusnik family to raise and then marry. The Ragusnik children are isolated from the rest of the colony and required to take over their fathers' jobs. This has led the current Ragusnik to go on strike, which Lamorak finds completely justifiable. But Lamorak decides to side against Ragusnik and agrees to work as a strikebreaker, a job that no member of the colony would touch for fear of becoming socially tainted in the same way. Defeated, Ragusnik ends his strike, at which point Lamorak finds out that he is now required to leave the colony and never return. The manifest injustice of the colony's arrangement is bad enough, but when Lamorak helps to perpetuate it on a fairly flimsy rationalization the reader will seethe. But an interesting note, never mentioned in the story, is that Ragusnik is only trapped because he allows himself to be: he presumably could simply leave the colony, just as Lamorak does. Neither he nor his son have any connection with anyone on the colony, and he seems to have skills that would be useful in place where he wouldn't be a social pariah for plying his trade. But that thought never crosses his mind, nor does it cross Lamorak's mind to suggest it to Ragusnik. In a way, they are both as confined by the expectations of the caste system in the story as anyone else.

The Nebula-nominated Eyes Do More Than See tells about a pair of immortal energy beings who painfully rediscover their humanity. Amidst their eternal boredom, one, who begins to call itself Ames, considers the idea of working with matter as an interesting diversion. Ames' companion Brock considers this a waste of time and tries to dissuade her. Ames creates a head, and as the story progresses, adds features to it, each time uncovering the memory of what the two were like when they had flesh. Though the story is quite brief, it contemplates whether the cost of immortality may be too high if it were to require us to give up our ability to touch, to hear, to see, to love, and to feel enough to shed tears. Another story that deals with energy beings is Spell My Name With an S, although it doesn't appear to at first. In the story an undistinguished physicist named Marshall Zebintsky consults a numerologist at the behest of his wife in an effort to change his own personal fortunes. After consultation, the numerologist advises Zebintsky to change the first letter of his name to "S", which raises the suspicions of the security apparatus in his Cold War era workplace. Investigations lead to the discovery that the Eastern bloc physicists are working on a project that might change the nuclear balance of power, and the U.S. decides to focus its efforts into this new area of physics. But Zebintsky, now Sebintsky, is now considered to be a potential but unproven security threat, so the powers that be arrange for him to be offered a position at Princeton to quietly get him out of the way. It is only after Sebintsky's personal fortunes have been brightened in this way that the reader is let in on the twist of the book: the numerologist was actually an alien energy being who whose actions were directed towards winning a wager against one of his own kind, with the stakes being whether or not humankind annihilated itself. As with all of the other "alien interference" stories, the question that comes to mind is whether alien experimentation of indifference to humanity is worse. In this case, the aliens are indifferent to our concerns in any respect other than whether our actions can help them win a wager, which is a fairly chilling prospect when one realizes the stakes they are playing are essentially meaningless for them, but threaten our very existence.

I've read The Martian Way several times because it appears in numerous short story collections, and every time it feels as inspiring as the first time I read it. The story itself is fairly simple: Hilder, a thinly disguised analogue for Adolf Hitler, has taken to blaming space flight in general, and the human inhabitants of Mars specifically, for "wasting" Earth's water resources. Water, it seems, is used as propulsion fuel by the interplanetary space craft, and Hilder has built an entire political movement based upon decrying this "waste". In response, a philosophically minded Martian named Ted Long secretly organizes a trip to Saturn to obtain a supply of water for Mars from the chunks that are free-floating in the planet's rings. As an aside, the era in which the story was written is clearly displayed by the all male crew of the expedition. Apparently women on Mars are only suitable for housekeeping, and are regarded as something of an annoyance by the grizzled space hands who populate the story. Further, given advances in our knowledge of the Solar System over the last thirty or so years the necessity of traveling all the way to Saturn would be obviated - after all we now know that Jupiter has its own rings that are presumably as filled with ice chunks as Saturn's are. But the key insight of the story is unchanged: the idea that it will be Martians, used to living in an artificial environment their whole lives, who will lead humanity's push to becoming a truly space-faring race. This story also touches on the fact that most of the resources of our Solar System are not on Earth, and to think only in terms of what is available on this minute orb is to engage in a severe myopia that disguises the truth: mankind will never be truly wealthy until we are able to tap into the vast wealth of resources that are out there. And with a story that features technology that we could mostly build today if we desired to, The Martian Way shows how this could be possible.

The Ugly Little Boy is a time travel story in which there is very little time travel. Instead, the story raises questions about who is human, what duty do we owe to our fellow humans, and the ugliness of prejudice. Ms. Fellowes is a nurse who is recruited by Mr. Hoskins to work on a project that he will only say "involves children". Ms. Fellowes quickly learns that the project is "Stasis" a time travel technology that allows people to reach into the distant past and bring objects forward into the present - and this time they have brought forward a neanderthal child. The catch, as Hoskins explains to Fellowes, is that objects brought forward gain potential energy from their displacement, and cannot be removed from the relatively limited stasis field that is brought with them. As a result, the child, which Fellowes soon names Timmie, can never leave the tiny set of rooms they have prepared for him. Through the story, Timmie is referred to as "ape-boy' in the media, even though Hoskins asserts (and Fellowes comes to believe) that Timmie is simply human, albeit a variant subspecies. But as the story progresses it becomes clear that Hoskins doesn't really see Timmie as human, but rather merely a means to his goals. In the end, to save Timmie's life, Fellowes must make a drastic decision involving no small personal sacrifice. Although there are multiple references to Timmie's unattractive physical appearance in the story, one is left wondering if the title might instead refer to Hoskins' mean-spirited son Jerry, or possibly to the callously cruel Hoskins himself.

The Billard Ball is another non-robot story, this time featuring two brilliant minds at odds with one another. Priss is a highly decorated theoretical physicist, while Bloom is a mostly self-educated practical engineer who is famous for taking Priss' theoretical insights and making them into useful inventions. The two were apparently friends when they were students together before Bloom dropped out of school, and they are ostensibly friends, but actually seem to loathe one another with a seething and barely concealed hatred. The story is a mystery story of sorts, told from the perspective of a reporter following Bloom's attempt to transform Priss' latest theoretical insight into a practical anti-gravity device. In an interview with the narrator, Priss dismisses the idea as being impossible, and in a separate interview Bloom bristles at Priss' assertions. Everything wends towards a showdown involving a billiard table that results in Bloom's death. The story isn't quite a murder mystery, since there is no evidence that Priss did anything purposeful, and is more like an engineering puzzle as the circumstances that led to the fatal turn of events, but since Priss just sits down and explains what happened in the final interview of the story, it isn't much of a puzzle, as the characters don't really spend much time figuring the answer out. The story is interesting, but it isn't particularly memorable.

In The Last Answer Asimov steps into the realm of eternity and does something that few religions that promise eternity seem to ever actually do: actually contemplate what forever really means. A physicist named Murray dies and as he is an atheist is surprised to find himself entering into something of an afterlife. He discovers that he is to contemplate questions and come up with answers for an entity that only identifies itself as existing and eternal. But when Murray asks him what his purpose is, the entity says he has none, and that there will never be an end to this process. Murray thrashes about trying to foil the entity, but in the end unwittingly gives it exactly what it wants: a decision to try to come up with a way to end the entity's existence. The story confronts what the infinite really means, in a way that makes it clear that eternity would, in itself, be a nightmarish existence that would destroy any possibility of purpose and any possibility of meaning. It is because we are finite that we can choose purpose and it is because we are mortal that our lives can have meaning.

Lest We Remember is one of the earliest Asimov stories that I read, as part of an anthology of short stories assigned in Ms. Hubin's middle-school English class that also included stories by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and Ray Bradbury. At the time, I'm not even sure if I recognized Asimov as the author, although I'm certain that by then I had already read the original Foundation trilogy. As a side note, living in Zaire, there were few opportunities for me to read science fiction, and Ms. Hubin had a nice collection that she made available to all of the students at TASOK to read. For being willing to nurture the minds of young science fiction fans in the heart of Africa, I thank you Ms. Hubin. The story itself is more or less a cautionary tale: a man participates in an experiment designed to improve memory, and winds up with perfect recall. This proves to be a tremendous advantage, but it proves to also be a somewhat dangerous blessing, as his new skill transforms him into a tremendous pain in the ass to all around him. He becomes an insufferable megalomaniac and offends everyone around him until he is reined in by his fiancee and presumably lives happily ever after. The story brings up something that has always bothered me about science fiction: whenever someone becomes much smarter than they were before by some science fiction method, they always either become much nicer or much nastier than they were before. Just once, I'd like to see a science fiction story where a character becomes a lot smarter via some super-science device and his personality stays more or less the same. That aside, it is a fun little story that demonstrates that having perfect recall is not the same as having good judgment, or even the ability to act intelligently.

The remaining stories are drawn from some of the most famous works by Asimov: Does a Bee Care?, The Ugly Little Boy, Spell My Name With an S, and other stories pull from Asimov's consistently well-written body of short fiction. Unlike his later attempts to link up all his novels in a somewhat unsatisfying manner, Asimov's short fiction never seemed to suffer, and remained strong throughout his career. This collection of short fiction is no exception.

1986 Locus Winner for Best Short Story: With Virgil Oddum at the East Pole by Harlan Ellison
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Monday, February 18, 2013

Musical Monday - The Bed Song by Amanda Palmer


I thought a long time before using the song for my Musical Monday. But when I heard the song I wondered if Amanda had some sort of spy camera into my past, because I lived this song for a while. Distance in a relationship, if allowed to grow, will do so. Fortunately or unfortunately, I don't have that kind of life any more. In the song, the ending for the couple depicted is a happy one, because I think that despite her tough facade, Amanda is a romantic at heart and yearns for beautiful and joyous conclusions to love stories.

In my case, the distance became irreparable, and the only options were to continue to live like the couple in the song do, in a shared loneliness for years and decades, or to make the hard choice. I made the hard choice. And while I think it was the right thing to do, it wasn't easy, the cost in so many ways has been very high, and it doesn't get any easier. Tragedy is a wonderful genre for artistic expression, but living it is painful.

Previous Musical Monday: The Pope Song by Tim Minchin
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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Review - Asimov's Science Fiction: Vol. 34, No. 3 (March 2010) by Sheila Williams (editor)


Stories included:
Helping Them Take the Old Man Down by William Preston
Blind Cat Dance by Alexander Jablokov
The Tower by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Centaurs by Benjamin Crowell
Ticket Inspector Gliden Becomes the First Martyr of the Glorious Human Uprising by Derek Zumsteg
The Speed of Dreams by Will Ludwigsen

Poems included:
Marble People by Bruce Boston
Crazy Man by Mark Rich
Our Canine Defense Team by Vincent Miskell

Full review: While this issue contains a decent selection of science fiction stories, it continues a worrying trend of tossing in a few non-genre stories, eating up issue pages with material that simply does not match the name Asimov's Science Fiction.

Blind Cat Dance by Alexander Jablokov is probably the most ambitious story in the issue, positing a future world in which humans have figured out how to aterwildlife so that it simply does not notice humans or their artifacts. The side effect of this is that humans then have to make sure that they shepherd the animals live among them. The whole story is told on the corners of the doings of a set of socialites most of whom don't understand the careful planning that goes into the wildlife pagent that surrounds them.

The Tower by Kristine Kathryn Rusch is a time travel story, but focuses mostly on the competing interests of the time travelers themselves, with the denizens of the past being of secondary concern at best. A scientific expedition to determine a trivial issue is overtaken by an effort to pull off a temporal heist with somewhat less than satisfactory results for both sides. I liked it, but there isn't anything truly memorable or noteworthy about it.

Centaurs by Benjamin Crowell is a hard science fiction story about teenage puppy love in the outer solar system. The story revolves around a date gone wrong (and many things can go wrong in the orbit of Neptune) both physically and emotionally. Ticket Inspector Gliden Becomes the First Martyr of the Glorious Human Uprising by Derek Zumsteg is a darkly funny story about human-alien contact, as aliens are brought in to investigate humanity's mass transit systems and improve them, and their ideas about efficiency clash with human sensibilities. The title gives away the ending, but that doesn't matter, as the ending is the least important part of the story. Since moving away from baseball writing into the science fiction field, Zumsteg has put out several good solid stories, and this one is no exception.

As with most poetry in Asimov's, Marble People by Bruce Boston and Crazy Man by Mark Rich are merely average. Our Canine Defense Team by Vincent Miskell, on the other hand, was an incredibly funny take on putting humanity on trial for its offenses against the rest of the biosphere.

I've commented several times before that there seems to be an annoying tendency in many genre magazines to include non-genre stuff, and in this issue this happens twice. The first story, Helping Them Take the Old Man Down by William Preston, is basically a conspiracy story involving a shadowy organization headed up by a mysterious "old man" who bears something of a resemblance to a good guy version of the Smoking Man of X-Files fame. Although the X-Files could loosely be described as science fiction, the story presented here contains none of the science fictional elements, unless one counts having an Arctic base of operations as science fiction. The story is a decent spy-thriller, but simply isn't science fiction. Also not science fiction is The Speed of Dreams by Will Ludwigsen, which is an extended suicide note written in the form of a high school science experiment. If the strange ramblings of the adolescent protagonist were actually true, then there might be a fantasy element to the story, but there's no reason given to believe them to be. Neither story is particularly bad, they are just out of place.

While all of the science fiction stories in this volume are at least pretty good, the presence of the two non-genre stories pulls the average rating of the issue down. There's nothing specifically wrong with them other than not belonging, but one can find that sort of material anywhere. When I pick up a copy of Asimov's Science Fiction, on the other hand, I'm looking for 112 pages of science fiction (or at least science fantasy). Consequently, non-genre material in an issue is a disappointment, and as a result, the overall rating of this issue suffers.

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

30 Days of Genre - What Is Your Favorite Classic Genre Novel?

The Lord of the Rings


Is there anyone reading this blog that is particularly surprised? Ever since I consumed The Hobbit in one overnight sitting during the summer between my fourth and fifth grade years, and then went directly to reading The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and The Return of the King all over the course of the next week, I have always loved J.R.R. Tolkien's work. As soon as I got my hands on it, I devoured The Silmarillion (I distinctly remember reading it on a plane as we were flying over Mount Kilimanjaro). For Christmas, my parents got me The Tolkien Companion. I got a copy of David Day's Tolkien Bestiary and spent hours looking through the beautiful illustrations. I read the Tolkien Reader and Smith of Wooton Major & Farmer Giles of Ham. And so on and so forth. In short, I am something of a Tolkien fanatic.

But all of that is rooted in the three volumes that make up The Lord of the Rings. Although The Hobbit is what first set the spark in me, it by itself would not have set my imagination aflame. By itself, The Hobbit is a good quality young adult fantasy that would take its place alongside books by Lloyd Alexander and Susan Cooper. But The Lord of the Rings is something different. Something special. In it, Tolkien does almost everything wrong from a storytelling perspective, and yet the resulting product is beautifully grand in a way that other books can only hope to be. He starts the book with a long party scene. He then has the main characters do nothing but wait around and engage in exposition laden conversations for literally years worth of novel time. When the hero finally starts out on his journey, he wanders around lost for a while until a deus ex machina of a character saves him and sets him in the right direction. Once the characters all get together, they sit down and have a committee meeting filled with more massive volumes of exposition for several dozen pages.The characters set out, fail once, go a different direction, get their wizard killed, wander into some suspicious elves, and then one of their own turns on them. And that's just the first book. Tolkien's literary sins are endless, the songs and poetry that the characters interject throughout the book are charming but ultimately fairly badly written, and the lack of female characters was glaringly apparent even to my eleven year old self.

And guess what? I don't care. None of that matters. Because Tolkien wrote a story that rises above all of these alleged sins. Because the years of painstaking work he put in to crafting the mythology and history of Middle-Earth bleeds through the pages, even when it isn't directly referenced by the text. Because when Aragorn summons the oathbreakers, or Frodo walks through the Dead Marshes, or Eowyn fulfills prophecy by slaying the Witch-King, you can feel the weight behind those parts of the story that is simply not present in many other fantasy works. And for me, The Lord of the Rings is why I read fantasy and science fiction.


Friday, February 15, 2013

Follow Friday - In 96 A.D. Nerva Became the First of the Five Good Emperors


It's Friday again, and this means it's time for Follow Friday. There has been a slight change to the format, as now there are two Follow Friday hosts blogs and two Follow Friday Features Bloggers each week. To join the fun and make now book blogger friends, just follow these simple rules:
  1. Follow both of the Follow My Book Blog Friday Hosts (Parajunkee and Alison Can Read) and any one else you want to follow on the list.
  2. Follow the two Featured Bloggers of the week - The LUV'NV and Ginger-Read Reviews.
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And now for the Follow Friday Question: Write a letter to your favorite character. Rant, rave or gush . . . just pretend like they are real and you just want to let them know a “few things”. Activity courtesy of author, Kelly Walker

Dear Paul Muad'Dib Atredies,

I'd say that I'm sorry to tell you that you are kind of screwed, but because you are prescient, you already knew that. I'd tell you that you shouldn't turn your Empire over to your sister Alia because she's possessed by the genetic memory of your evil grandfather Vladimir Harkonnen, but you already knew that because of your ability to see the future, and you did it anyway. I'd say that Chani is being poisoned by Irulan because Irulan wants her to be unable to have any more of your children, but once again, you know this, and you didn't bother to tell Chani about it or stop Irulan. I'd tell you that your beloved Fremen will fall into decay, but you knew that from the moment you first took the water of life. I'd tell you that your son Leto will find himself forced to merge with a sandworm and live for thousands of years attempting to undo what you did, but you knew that before you even took over the Empire. The thing is, because you can see the future, you knew all of these things would happen, and you chose not to try to change them. In fact, by allowing the plot that ended up blinding you before you took to wandering the desert to proceed, you even helped them along.

And knowing this would be the outcome, you let it happen. Why? What was the worse possibility that you saw would happen if you tried to change the flow of history? What even worse fate could you have seen that caused you to accept your own death, the damnation of your sister, the death of your beloved concubine, and the agonies of your son?

Sincerely,

Aaron

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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Review - I, Robot by Isaac Asimov


Stories Included
Robbie
Runaround
Reason
Catch That Rabbit
Liar!
Little Lost Robot
Escape!
Evidence
The Evitable Conflict
Full review: This collection of short stories by Asimov introduces and explores his initial Three Laws of Robotics (later, in the Foundation-Robot crossover books, some nuances and new laws were adopted, but they just don't seem to be as well thought out as the first three laws). The stories are set within a framing story involving an interview with an aged robotics expert named Susan Calvin (who appears in some of the stories) and build a coherent picture of how robots and man interact.

The stories build upon one another, the first several introducing the Three Laws, and exploring what their implications are. The later stories deal mostly with situations resulting from the interaction between the Three Laws, or problems caused by rigid adherence to them, or, most frightening, what happens if a robot doesn't have the Three Laws programmed into him. Most of the stories take the form of puzzles: A robot does something odd or unexpected, or fails to do something that it is supposed to, and the human characters in the story have to figure out why. Most of the puzzles are, in true Asimov form, well-constructed with quite logical solutions.

The first story in the book, and the first robot story Asimov ever wrote, is Robbie, the story of a very early model robot purchased by a wealthy family to serve as a companion for their daughter. The girl, Gloria, is entranced by her metal companion who she called Robbie, but her mother is less enthused, absorbing the irrational anti-robot sentiment encroaching upon society. Gloria's mother badgers her husband into getting rid of the robot and trying to replace it with a dog, after which Gloria becomes withdrawn and despondent over the loss of her friend. The obvious answer seems to be to take Gloria to New York to distract her with diverting amusements, all of which fail until ultimately Gloria's father suggests taking her to see how robots are manufactured so that she will realize her friend was a machine and not a person. While at the factory, Robbie turns up and saves Gloria's life finally convincing her mother to relent and allow Robbie to return to their house. The story is interesting both for the intended message that robots can be benign, but also for some somewhat unintended messages. Gloria's mother is depicted as hysterical and led by popular sentiment, while Gloria's father, by contrast, is presented as being coolly rational and seemingly more concerned with his daughter's welfare than his spouse. An interesting side note is that while Gloria's father's name George is referenced in the story, her mother's name is conspicuously absent, as she is referred to only as Mrs. Weston. This sort of casual sexism is prevalent in a lot of Asimov's work, but it is fairly conspicuous here. But the other element that becomes clear is that Mrs. Weston's fear of robots will probably never even occur to her daughter, for whom robots are not some sort of alien thing, but are instead a normal part of life, and for whom robots are not merely machines, but rather friends.

The second story in the volume, Runaround, introduces the characters Donovan and Powell, a pair of robotics experts who are trying to determine if a mining operation on Mercury would be feasible using robots. And the one element that sticks out the most in the story is that one story in to the robot saga and already people are monkeying with the Three Laws of Robotics, this time by weakening the Second Law and amplifying the Third Law, which seems like kind of a bad idea since everyone seems to assume that the only thing that keeps robots from destroying humanity is the careful balance of the Three Laws. But since having a normally functioning Third Law would supposedly get in the way of mining on Mercury, Speedy, the main robot in this story, had his ramped up. This, combined with some less than emphatic orders, have resulted in the Speedy behaving oddly and wandering around the surface of Mercury in circles, a puzzle that Donovan and Powell have to solve from afar, as the surface of Mercury is so hot that prolonged exposure to the Sun from there would cook them alive. They have some older model robots on hand to help, but due to some anti-robot hysteria the older models are only able to move when a human is riding piggyback on them. This, it seems to me, kind of defeats the purpose of having robots, which is at least partially to have something that can do work in an area too dangerous for humans. So if you need a human to tag along on all of your robots, it seems like a decent part of their utility would be lost. In any event, after trying some other options, the two humans hit upon the idea of trying to trigger the always supreme First Law response in Speedy and endanger themselves, defeating the engineering puzzle and finishing the story.

Building on the first two stories is Reason, featuring the return of Donovan and Powell, now working on a space station power relay and confronted with a more advanced robot named Cutie designed to be able to engage in abstract thought sufficient to allow it to run the station. Cutie determines that he could not have been made by humans, reasoning that an inferior being could not be responsible for the creation of a superior entity such as himself. The robot then uses logic to come to a series of seemingly absurd conclusions and winds up worshiping the power converter, and then converting all of the other robots on the station to his way of thinking. Donovan and Powell try to convince Cutie that his conclusions are wrong, but since the robot refuses to accept their premises and dismisses all of their arguments as being based on fantasies, they fail. This story is clearly Asimov's way of picking apart the kind of Aristotelian logic-based "prime mover" explanations that some religious apologists think are so airtight. In one short science fiction story Asimov demolishes the entire life's work of Aquinas, exposing the utterly childish nature of Aquinas' "five ways". And Asimov managed to make a funny and interesting story to boot.

Asimov keeps following Donovan and Powell about in Catch That Rabbit, a story in which they have to troubleshoot a new robot named Dave that serves as an overseer for six other subordinate robots. The idea behind Dave is interesting - he is essentially a single robot in seven bodies, with one "master" unit and a collection of subordinate "finger" units. Dave seems to work fine when they observe it, but when they send it off to work on its own something goes wrong and it ends up doing no work, with the seven units instead engaging in a bizarre sequence of what appear to be marching formations. The story doesn't actually turn on the Three Laws, but rather the limitations of processing power, and the solution to the puzzle seems to be trivially easy once Donovan and Powell figure it out. Catch That Rabbit is a mildly amusing story, but isn't anything more than that. The book follows the trivial nature of Catch That Rabbit with Liar! a story that deals with what could have been a very interesting issue, but which ultimately throws the puzzle it presents away in favor of a trivial ending. A robot named Herbie has unexpectedly turned out to have the ability to read minds, and no one knows why. A team of experts including Susan Calvin try to figure out how this happened, approaching the issue from a design perspective and from a psychological perspective. While questioning the robot Susan and the mathematician Bogart question the robot and get what appears to be very promising information. But as the story progresses, Herbie's reliability seems to be questionable. Calvin figures out that the robot is unable to give truthful but unpleasant answers because of the First Law and uses a logical contradiction that this causes to talk Herbie to death. But Calvin's personal vendetta doesn't just short circuit the robot, it brings the investigation to a screeching halt without figuring out what resulted in a mind-reading robot. Basically, Liar! is an engineering puzzle story that doesn't bother to solve the puzzle because, it seems, that Asimov thought even someone who is repeatedly described as a consummately professional woman is liable to become unhinged if her romantic expectations are dashed.

The story Little Lost Robot deals with a robot that is not really lost, but rather hidden. Having established the parameters of the Three Laws of Robotics in the previous stories, in this one Asimov imagines that the laws might be modified. In this story, the First Law has been modified to limit the imperative to merely commanding a robot not to harm a human being, leaving open the possibility that a robot could allow a human to come to harm by inaction. This was implemented to prevent the robots from charging in an trying to save humans working on a secret project on a asteroid that would subject them to improbable but real risks. Given the likely negative public reaction to the revelation that robots had been modified this way, the government had this done in secret with no identifying marks on the robots and no serial numbers, which works out well until one of the researchers tells a modified robot to "get lost" and he hides among a shipment of "normal" First Law robots destined to be shipped out. Susan Calvin is called in to try to uncover the "lost" robot, and engages in a series of psychological tests in an effort to unmask the impostor. However, her quarry is wily and intelligent, and revealing its identity proves more difficult than expected and only the intersection of the modified First Law, alleged robot hubris, and some after market robot training that the missing robot received allows Calvin to do so. But one wonders what would have happened had a modified robot not had this happy intersection of three unrelated factors that enabled Calvin to prevent a First Law free robot from running wild. And that is a typical Asimov - create a seemingly safe and predictable technology, demonstrate how it can be used safely, and then show how human incompetence and meddling can upset the apple cart.

Following directly on the heels of Little Lost Robot is the story Escape!, which is almost not a robot story at all, instead featuring a positronic brain that is used essentially as a very powerful computer. Consolidated, one of U.S. Robots' corporate rivals, presents a contract offer to put a series of questions concerning the development of a hyperdrive that would allow interstellar flight. Apparently Consolidated's own mechanical brain became discombobulated when they tried to feed the data to it, but they suggest that U.S. Robots' more sophisticated positronic brain could unravel the problem. Although they suspect the contract is a trap intended to disable their own brain, reasoning that Consolidated's mechanical brain was derailed by discovering that the hyperdrive process would be dangerous to humans, U.S. Robots accepts the offer and proceeds to carefully feed the data into their computer under Susan Calvin's supervision with strict instructions to pause and think if it encounters something that would harm humans. They are surprised when the brain tells them it can make a hyperdrive capable ship, and proceeds to do so. Donovan and Powell are chosen to test the odd looking result, and the story gets a little odd from there. The lurking question posed by the story is that if humans tell a robot that they don't mind being harmed, or even dying, can that overcome the First Law?

Asimov makes something of a bold statement in Evidence!, which seems at first to be nothing more than a somewhat comical political farce in which an unscrupulous politician advances the idea that his opponent, a man named Byerley, is a robot in order to discredit him. He shows up at U.S. Robots to enlist their aid in his quest, which draws Susan Calvin into the story. Amidst the modest comedy involving whether someone has eaten in public, legal maneuvering, and staged political theatre, Asimov mixes in two incisive points. First, when discussing the nature of evidence, Calvin observes that she could never use robopsychology to conclusively prove that someone was a robot rather than just a human who followed precepts of action akin to the Three Laws of Robotics. When a protest is raised that this is not the sort of proof they need, she angrily responds that the evidence doesn't care what conclusions one wants, but can only be used to draw the conclusions that it is able to support. Second, Calvin notes that a robot who acted according to the Three Laws of Robotics would be effectively indistinguishable from the most moral of human beings. And this statement reveals a truth that has been lurking in all of Asimov's robot stories: Asimov is not merely musing about how he thinks robots should be designed, he is laying out the framework of a secular morality for humans, breaking moral behavior down to three very simple statements.

The final story in the volume is The Evitable Conflict, and is in some ways both the most hopeful and most disturbing of the collection. In the story Byerley has risen to become world coordinator, the most powerful political figure on the planet. But since most of the management of the world economy has been turned over to four massive "machines" consisting of disembodied positronic brains, his position seems to have become somewhat ceremonial. But when the brains start making what appear to be errors, he embarks on a fact-finding tour to visit each of Earth's four economic regions, and then consults with Susan Calvin to try to unravel the mystery. Byerley outlines his theory that the errors are the result of the actions taken by a radical anti-robot organization named "The Society for Humanity" aimed at casting doubt on the efficacy of the "machines" and paving the way for a return to conflict and cooperation, which he presumes the members of the Society intend to profit from. In response, Calvin outlines the theory that the "machines" may be smarter than their opponents, and makes a case for what amounts to the inevitability of a benevolent dictatorship run by the "machines". This theme – that humanity will end up being cared for by a guiding intelligence that treats us like unruly children – runs through a lot of Asimov's work, and it is not disturbing that Asimov thinks this could happen, but rather it is disturbing because it seems clear that Asimov thinks this would be a desirable result. In short, In Asimov's mind it seems that the almost inevitable conclusion of humanity's development of thinking machines is that they will surpass us, take control from us, and run the world as our guardians whether we want them to or not. And Asimov regards this as the ideal outcome.

With stories that range from mere engineering puzzles to stories that are deeply disturbing, I, Robot is a brilliant collection of science fiction. Forget about the misnamed Will Smith movie - this book is entirely unlike the movie, and much better than the movie could have ever hoped to be.

Note: Robbie won the 1941 Retro Hugo for Best Short Story.

1939 Hugo Winner for Best Short Story: How We Went to Mars by Arthur C. Clarke (awarded in 2014)
1946 Hugo Winner for Best Short Story: Uncommon Sense by Hal Clement (awarded in 1996)

Hugo Winners for Best Short Story

1941 Retro Hugo Award Finalists (awarded in 2016)
1943 Retro Hugo Award Finalists (awarded in 2018)

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Biased Opinion - Lena Dunham and Aphrodite

Lena Dunham
In the picture to the left is Lena Dunham, the creator, writer, and star of the HBO series Girls. She plays a twenty-something barista living in New York and trying to negotiate her way through the hazards of being single and looking for love and sex. The show is something like Sex and the City, if Sex and the City had actual characters rather than talking manikins. And the fact that she does not look like the stereotypical television leading lady has led to all sorts of idiotic criticism. In fact, she was criticized for the picture here, because she dared to show her supposedly unsexy thighs.

In the series, Dunham's character has the temerity to actually engage in sex scenes. And she has the audacity to be attractive to men without fitting the cookie cutter version of "sexy" that Hollywood pumps out. And this, apparently, has scandalized the media. Because, at least according to the prevailing wisdom of the media, women who look like Lena are supposed to be desperately hungry for sex anywhere they can get it, and when they do, they are supposed to be properly thankful that a man has deigned to find them attractive enough to sleep with them.

Aphrodite, complete with
large thighs and a small bust.
And what has gotten a lot of people's panties in a twist the past few days is that in the most recent episode of Girls Dunham's character Hannah had a tryst with a divorced doctor played by Patrick Wilson. Because Wilson is, it seems, a handsome man. And the shrieks of incredulity from some sectors that a man who looks like Wilson would never be sexually interested in a woman who looks like Dunham have been both hysterical and deafening. Let's leave aside the fact that criticisms coming from people like Linda Stasi that Dunham has "giant thighs", a "sloppy backside", and a "blobby body" are clearly completely off-base and demonstrably false. Let's also leave aside the fact that it is common in Hollywood to have a sloppy, fat, and not very attractive man paired with a beautiful woman - for example Jim Belushi and Courtney Thorne Smith in According to Jim, or Mark Addy and Jami Gertz in Still Standing - the simple fact is that these criticisms are stupid. And not only that, they exhibit a level of ignorance about history that is, to put it bluntly, almost shocking.

Aphrodite,
whose "giant thighs"
and "sloppy backside"
make her clearly
undesirable
Brian Moylan, a seemingly uneducated lout who writes for Hollywood.com, found Dunham's pairing with Wilson completely unbelievable, writing "[l]ast night when Lena Dunham – the writer, director, star, and all-around powerhouse behind HBO's buzzy show Girls – leaned in and kissed the dreamy Patrick Wilson and he kissed her back, the snarkier parts of the audience (myself included) immediately thought, "Oh please, there is no way that he would get with her!" The rest of the episode, in which Dunham's Hannah spends two days in the loving arms of Wilson's Joshua, was a suspension of disbelief, as we're supposed to imagine that this romantic coupling is accepted by today's society. Their discrepancy was only made more apparent in a scene where Hannah and Joshua play half-naked ping pong and Wilson looks like a bronzed statue of Hercules and Dunham looks, well, not quite like an Aphrodite." [emphasis added]. But even a few minutes of reflection by someone who has at least some modicum of an education will realize that Dunham looks exactly like an Aphrodite. She just doesn't look like the very narrow vision of attractiveness that Hollywood permits. Popular culture, led by the artificial and culturally illiterate band of television and movie executives that turn out popular entertainment, has defined "beauty" down to something so narrow that it is almost wholly at odds with anything that anyone prior to the rise of porn as the medium that defines what women should look like.

Another woman
with a "blobby body"
And it wasn't just that the ancient Greeks thought that women with strong thighs, ample hips, and a modest bust were attractive. Down through history, women who look like Dunham would have been thought as beautiful. Even as recently as the 1950s and 1960s a woman built like Dunham would have been considered attractive, or even, a sex symbol. And woman like Jean Harlow, Jayne Mansfield, and even Marilyn Monroe would be lambasted as fat cows by today's media. Even a woman as beautiful as Christina Hendricks has people talking about how she's beautiful "for a bigger girl". When the plain fact is that she's beautiful, period. And so is Lena Dunham. For centuries, we considered women who look like actual women beautiful. And now we talk about how fat an unattractive they are, to the point where Dunham's on camera sex scenes have been compared to "rape", and a semi-literate moron like Moylan can claim that Dunham looks "not quite like Aphrodite".

And to all that I say: Moylan, you should be ashamed. You should go hide your face for pretending to be a writer while displaying a level of ignorance about Greek mythology that would embarrass a sixth grader. And fuck you for not recognizing beauty when you see it.

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Monday, February 11, 2013

Musical Monday - The Pope Song by Tim Minchin


Pope Benedict XVI has announced that he is resigning from his position as pope, making him the first occupant of the position to do so in six centuries. And it didn't happen soon enough. His tenure as pope has been a disaster in many ways, not the least of which has been the revelation that the Catholic church not only harbored child molesters in its ranks, but that it helped them cover up their crimes. And there is good evidence that Benedict was neck deep in the cover up. When normal people give assistance to criminals who are trying to hid their crimes, that is usually called "obstruction of justice". When normal people aid a criminal in continuing to commit more crimes, and the Catholic church did exactly that, it is called "criminal conspiracy". When the Catholic church did those things, they called it "business as usual", and shrieked when anyone had the temerity to suggest that maybe they should be prosecuted like the criminals they are.

Granted, I am not Catholic, but I'm related to people who are, and they and millions like them take this medieval superstition seriously. Even if I had no connections to the Catholic church, the figure of the pope is one that, for reasons that defy logic and reason, millions of people look to for guidance on issues like marriage, homosexuality, sexual relations, and other issues. And on almost every issue, Benedict was dead wrong, and in the case of issues like condom usage to prevent AIDS, murderously so. I have no illusions that whoever is elected to replace Benedict will be much better. After all, the Catholic church is a reactionary, and in many ways hateful organization. But we can hope that the new pope might work to move the church's position just a little bit. Maybe while they are at it, the cardinals can find a new pope who didn't help his fellow priests molest children.

This Musical Monday selection may offend some people. To this I say: Tough. Some people may say this disrespects the pope. To this I say: Good. All popes deserves to be disrespected, and this one especially so. Because everything Minchin says in his song is true. So, if you are offended by the song, I only have to wonder why you aren't offended that a man as morally bankrupt and as complicit in a criminal conspiracy as Benedict was handed the position of pope. Or any position other than "inmate".

Previous Musical Monday: Xbox by Tripod
Subsequent Musical Monday: The Bed Song by Amanda Palmer

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Friday, February 8, 2013

Follow Friday - NATO Called the Tupolev TU-95 "The Bear"


It's Friday again, and this means it's time for Follow Friday. There has been a slight change to the format, as now there are two Follow Friday hosts blogs and two Follow Friday Features Bloggers each week. To join the fun and make now book blogger friends, just follow these simple rules:
  1. Follow both of the Follow My Book Blog Friday Hosts (Parajunkee and Alison Can Read) and any one else you want to follow on the list.
  2. Follow the two Featured Bloggers of the week - Adria's Romance Reviews and Blethering About Books.
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And now for the Follow Friday Question: Happy Mardi Gras! If they were throwing the HOTTEST books off of a Mardi Gras float - what would you do to have them throw to you?

Anyone who has looked through my reviews should already know this, but I'm not really the kind of reader who gets excited by the "hot" books. Not only do I usually not care what new releases are coming down the pike, I usually don't even know what books are due to come out soon. Plus, since my already existing book collection is quite substantial, resulting in a quite imposingly sized Mount-to-Be-Read, I don't really have any urgent need for new reading material.

But as extensive as my collection of books is, I always seem to need a few more, so I'd probably still try and get some of the proffered Mardi Gras booty. I'm not sure how much I'd do to get those books, since the alternative would be to just go and buy them. So it would have to be something that I would value less than the couple of dollars that I would have to shell out at a library books sale or used book store. I guess what I'm getting to here is a long-winded way of answering the question with "something, but not very much".

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Thursday, February 7, 2013

Review - Hart's Hope by Orson Scott Card


Short review: Beauty is wronged and her vengeance is terrible, but the Gods create Orem to end her reign.

Haiku
A young princess wronged
Carries out awful revenge
And the gods stop her

Full review: Hart's Hope is an early work by Orson Scott Card. The book is told as a series of little vignettes, recounting history in an almost fairy tale like fashion. Each tale starts with a title that describes what will happen in the following text, and then proceeds to do so. The story is told from the perspective of Enziquelvinisensee Evelvenin, although this information is not revealed until the closing pages of the book and recounts the rise and fall of the terrible Queen Beauty. The story takes place in Burland, a magical land watched over by four gods: The Hart, a powerful symbol of male virility and power, the Sweet Sisters, conjoined twins who preside over all female concerns, and the nascent God, who appears to be a fantasy representation of the Judeo-Christian God, including his followers' insistence that other Gods should not be worshiped. In Burland, magic is derived from blood. The more powerful and important to the caster the source of that blood, the more powerful the resulting magic. Living blood is the most powerful kind, making most magical acts take place in the limited time between when the sacrifice's blood is shed and when the sacrifice dies.

The story starts with a prophetic dream sent to the general Zymas, the right hand man of Nasilee, the King of Burland. Nasilee is apparently a cruel tyrant, and the gods send Zymas to secure a replacement in the form of Palicrovol, a young count who is presumably destined to be a better ruler of the land. After overthrowing Nasilee, Palicrovol cements his position as ruler by forcibly taking Nasilee's twelve year old daughter Asineth as his bride and publicly raping her to demonstrate the consummation of the marriage. Palicroval's wizard advisor Sleeve advises killing Asineth immediately afterwards, as Palicroval intends to marry Enziquelvinisensee (the most beautiful woman in the world), but Palicroval instead spares her life and sends her off into exile with Sleeve to keep an eye on her. Asineth has a child (a magically powerful ten-month child to boot) and after learning the ways of both men's magic and women's magic she sacrifices her own child to acquire near omnipotent power. Using this power she defeats all the gods, binding them into forms in which their powers are rendered ineffective. She then conquers Burland and sets about taking her revenge. She steals Enziquelvinisensee's beauty for her own, making her victim appear to be a hideously ugly woman, and takes the name Queen Beauty for herself. Her ironic punishments continue as she transforms Sleeve into an idiot lecherous dwarf, Zymas into a withered weak old man, and then forces Palicrovol to unwillingly have sex with her in her new body before she exiles him to the countryside. Beauty assumes the throne of Burland in the city of Hart's Hope, and renames it Inwit.

Three hundred years pass in which Beauty rules Burland, tormenting Palicrovol and the three twisted creatures that had once been his closest companions. Because Beauty can see through his eyes, Palicrovol has taken to wearing golden discs over his eyes and hiring cadres of wizards to try to ward off her power. Beauty torments anyone who helps Palicrovol, and foils any attempt he makes to retake Hart's Hope and overthrow her. The Gods manipulate events so that Palicrovol finds a peasant woman on a riverbank and fathers a child with her: Orem, the protagonist of the story and who is blessed with immunity to magic of all kinds. Orem grows to a man and finds his way to Inwit. After a series of adventures in which he befriends a street urchin, meets the Sweet Sisters working in a brothel, offends a wizard, and ends up imprisoned, Orem comes to the attention of Beauty. Beauty, having had a prophetic dream herself, takes him as her husband. With Orem's help, she conceives a child, a twelve month child. Orem is the "Little King" and wanders the palace, amusing the courtiers who regard him as a fool, but learning from the cryptic statements of Sleeve and Enziquelvinisensee the truth of Beauty's power, and that she intends to kill someone close to her and use the power of her victim's blood to extend her reign and increase her power. Orem assumes that he is the intended victim, but finds out the child is. After releasing the Gods from their imprisonment, Orem learns that the child's sacrifice is necessary to destroy Beauty's power. In the end, Orem accepts the sacrifice, Beauty is overthrown, Palicrovol takes Inwit, and seeks revenge against Orem for daring to sit on the throne of Burland even temporarily.

In a way, despite her vicious nature, one ends up feeling sorry for Beauty. Despite having attained power sufficient to allow her to master the gods themselves, she can think of no use for this power other than simply playing out her revenge against those who wronged her. Her entire being is consumed with tormenting those who wronged her (and those close to those who wronged her). Oddly, it does not appear that Beauty is a bad ruler of Burland, just an indifferent one. There is no evidence that she does anything particularly nasty towards anyone other than Palicrovol and those close to him (although the punishments meted out to lawbreakers in Inwit seem particularly harsh, but no one in the book seems to think of them as being overly so). Beauty ends up seeming like nothing more than a scarred little girl drunk with power and unsure as to where to go after she has gotten her revenge other than to simply extend her revenge ad infinitum. Beauty has reached a dead end. She has no further ambitions, no love for anyone, and no hope of a future other than a dreary continuation of her vengeful existence.

On the other hand, none of those who oppose her save the virtuous Enziquelvinisensee and the innocent Orem seem to be particularly nice people either. Zymas, while in Nasilee's service was brutal and vicious, slaughtering entire villages that failed to pay their taxes. Palicrovol was willing to rape a twelve year old girl in a public display in his quest for power, and upon returning to power after his long exile immediately seeks to kill the man who was instrumental in restoring him to authority. Sleeve wanted Asineth killed and is willing to kill a year old child to end Beauty's reign (even Enziquelvinisensee is willing to go along with this, making her maybe not so virtuous after all). In the book, mercy is rarely rewarded and often seems cruel: Asineth's life is spared due to an act of mercy, which results in the terrible events of the book. A man who befriends Orem and tells him how to enter Inwit is killed; a street urchin who teaches him the ways of life in Inwit is imprisoned and maimed; a courtier who befriends Orem is forced into exile and so on. Every act of mercy in the book takes on a dark aura. While imprisoned, Orem and the other prisoners spit and urinate on each other to keep themselves awake despite the bitter cold of the cages in which they are confined. To restore God to his rightful place, his body must be killed. To restore the Sweet Sisters, they must be reconjoined.

Love and sex are also twisted. Of the four sex acts described in the book, two are outright acts of rape, while the other two are acts of power: engaged in solely to create a child for a particular purpose. Even actual love, such as that the wizard Gallowglass feels for his dead wife and children is twisted, as he uses his magical powers to keep them in a halfway state between life and death, unable to let them go despite their desire to be released from their horrific condition. Orem even has to sacrifice himself to save the Hart, although he is restored so he can complete his part in the Gods' design. In the end, despite Orem's sacrifice of himself and his own child to fulfill the ambitions of the Gods, even he is cast aside. Unlike the heroes of many fantasy stories in which the protagonist is heaped with honors for overthrowing the villain, having accomplished his purpose, Orem is dealt with as a tool the Gods no longer need, and set aside to be driven into exile and hunted by a vengeful king.

Hart's Hope is written in the style of a fairy tale, but it is certainly a dark and depressing one. Despite the nightmare quality of the world depicted, the story remains compelling. Every character, no matter how objectionable in personality, is well-drawn. Even at its grimmest, the story contains a thin thread of hope that things might be better. This is a frightening and sad book, but one that is well-worth reading for any fantasy fan.

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Biased Opinion - A Good Man Steps Down and a Vile Lump of Crap Runs to Take His Place

John Scalzi
John Scalzi is a successful science fiction author and generally all-around good guy who supports inclusion, acceptance, and equality. I highly recommend his long running blog Whatever, and all of his books from his first major work Old Man's War, to the humorous Redshirts, to the recently published Human Division. He has also been president of the Science Fiction Writer's Association since 2010. And, by all accounts, his tenure as president has been a successful one. But being the SFWA president is a job that seems to wear on every person who holds that office, and recently Scalzi announced that he would not seek another term. That's more or less par for the course, and would be an unsurprising and not particularly interesting but for the fact that Scalzi's support for such things as women's rights, homosexual equality, and racial equality has caused him to be targeted by an individual that Scalzi has taken to calling the Racist Sexist Homophobic Dipshit. The individual in question's real name is Theodore Beale, who also blogs under the name Vox Day, and the moniker Scalzi chose for him is dead on accurate.

If you read no further, and are a member of the SFWA, take away this: Vote against Beale. Don't be apathetic and not vote. Pick someone who isn't Beale and vote for them. Right now, the only other announced candidate is Steven Gould, the author of Jumper. It doesn't really matter if you like Gould or not, or agree with his stance, if he's the alternative to the flaming ball of ignorance and hatred that is Theodore Beale, you should cast your vote for him.

Why should we care about this internet non-spat (because to be a spat, both sides would have to invest in the fight, and Scalzi mostly ignored Beale, while Beale seems obsessed with Scalzi) between someone notable like Scalzi and a nonentity like Beale? Because as soon as Scalzi announced he was stepping down as president of the SFWA, Beale announced his candidacy for the job. Beale is, as a result of coauthoring a couple of forgotten books a while ago and his now out-of-print screeds disguised as science fiction, a member of the SFWA, and because of his hatred for Scalzi he seems to feel the need to succeed him as its president. And if Beale were to win, it would be a tragedy for the SFWA, because he is a truly loathsome person. Jim C. Hines has posted a few thoughts on Beale's candidacy, but he only scratched the surface of the truly nasty opinions spouted by the beacon of gibbering stupidity that is Theodore Beale.

I won't link to Beale's horrifically idiotic blog, or to his equally offensively stupid column for WorldNetDaily (which appears to be a sinecure, as his father, convicted tax evader Robert Beale, used to be a member of that publication's board of directors), because I don't want to give him traffic, but I will go through some of his espoused opinions. If you really want to read his drivel in full, I'm sure you can find it via Google. I first became aware of Beale as Vox Day by reading Pharyngula and Orac, two excellent science blogs. Because Beale is a dedicated creationist, an antivaxer, and generally never met a wrongheaded idea about science that he wouldn't adopt, he spent a fair amount of time ranting about the evils of science as related to those blogs. But just being a loony creationist is not what is most worrisome about Beale. He is, in fact, a full out racist, sexist, homophobic ass. And not in the kind of coy way that some people are. No, he's racist, sexist, and homophobic in the loudest and most offensive way possible.

For example, in his WND column "The Real Assault on Science", he says that the true threat to science is not religion (meaning the kind of religion that insists that the account in Genesis be accepted as completely true), but rather women's equality. To quote him from the article, "[u]nsurprisingly, it comes from the same force that is the primary threat to the survival of Western civilization: female equalitarianism". He follows this tidbit of misogyny with "[w]omen love education; it’s the actual application they don’t particularly like", asserting that a woman who likes art will take an art appreciation class, while a man who likes art will pick up a paintbrush and begin painting. Never mind all the female artists out there like Georgia O'Keefe, Marie Cassat, and my mother. In Beale's world, women don't do things. Only men do things, to quote him, "[b]ecause they are the intellectual driving force of humanity, men will be fine. They will simply continue to do what they have always done and pursue the same challenges they have always pursued, focused on the realities of success rather than its superficial attributes." The thrust of his argument is simply this: Men do important things, while women are superficial.

Lest anyone think this column is an aberration, we can turn to another one of his poorly thought out screeds for WND titled "Why Women's Rights Are Wrong". As if the title wasn't enough to illustrate his thinking on the subject, just to be sure to hammer his point he states, "[i]n fact, I very much like women and wish them well, which is precisely why I consider women’s rights to be a disease that should be eradicated." That's right ladies, your rights to equality are a disease, and they need to be eradicated. His thoughts on the subject come directly from the "Men's Rights" playbook, and are just as revoltingly misogynistic as one would expect. Women, he says, are unable to marry these days because of a "feminized family court system that transformed marriage from a mutually beneficial contract into a financial and emotional liability, and the removal of paternal responsibility for the sexual behavior of young women." To translate: Because marriage is now equal, men don't want to marry because women aren't subservient, and men can get sex all the time now without marrying because fathers can't control their daughter's sexuality. Does it surprise anyone to know that in other places Beale has said that practices of honor killings, throwing acid into the faces of women who have been raped, and female genital mutilation are for the benefit of women, because it controls the evils of female independence and sexuality. The mind boggles at such "logic".

But Beale is not done. While frothing at the mouth about "equalitarianism", he manages to throw in a bit of racism alongside his tirade against women's equality. Treating women like equals, it seems, is causing Europe to collapse, because that means more brown people live there now: "Europe’s demise is all but assured, thanks to them, as women’s individual choices taken in the collective have stricken European society and brought on successive waves of feminist-friendly Islamic immigration by reducing Europe’s birth rates far below replacement levels." Apparently, one of the problems Beale has with women's rights is that, in his mind, it allows women to choose not to be breeding machines, and, once again in his mind, this results in the wrong sort of people immigrating to Europe, where they are, horror of horrors, treated as equal members of society.

Over and over Beale has demonstrated his irrational hatred of women, gays, and minorities. He has said gay people should be "cured" of their gayness, "[h]omosexuality is a birth defect from every relevant secular, material, and sociological perspective . . . [we must] help them achieve sexual normality.", and that minorities are intellectually inferior to Caucasians, "[i]t is absurd to imagine that there is absolutely no link between race and intelligence." He has even taken the role of an advocate for rape, saying, "there is no such thing as marital rape. Once consent is formally given in public ceremony, it cannot be revoked." In other words, once ownership of a woman is formally transferred from her father to her husband, then she is his property and cannot refuse sex under any circumstances. Loathsome doesn't even begin to describe Beale. In an ironic twist, despite constantly touting his own intellect - among other things he proudly states that he is a member of Mensa - Beale completely misread an obviously satirical post John Scalzi wrote last fall and thought that Scalzi had come out as a rapist. Despite his own advocacy for marital rape, Beale took this as an opportunity to attack Scalzi, completely missing the satire. And then when it was pointed out that Scalzi's post was satire, lamely insisted that his own response was also satire, which it clearly was not. As an aside, it seems to me that anyone who feels the need to point out that they are a member of Mensa is usually an idiot, and Beale is yet another example.

There seems to be almost no limit to the depths of stupidity, vileness, and hatred to which Beale will go. He has said that women should not be allowed to vote because they are all fascists at heart. And "[d]o you really think it was an accident that women were never permitted any voice in the governance of the Roman Republic or the great historical democracies such as Athens, Thebes, Imperial Britain, and Revolutionary America?" Oddly, despite saying women should not vote because they are fascists at heart, he has said he admires Nazis more than feminists. He has also said that the U.S. should "solve" its immigration "problem" in the same way that the Nazis "solved" their "Jewish" problem. In Beale's world, there are two categories of people: white males and everyone else, "Orwell put it beautifully. All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. And the Sports Guy put it even better: women ruin everything." The message that he espouses is clear - if you aren't a white male like him (and even further, because he has taken on board the nauseating "Men's Rights" ideology, if you aren't an "alpha"), then you are supposed to defer to your betters. And by betters, he means racist, sexist, homophobic men like him.

Finally, aside from the obvious misogyny, racism, and homophobia, there is the question of why Beale would want to be president of the SFWA. He has said that the SFWA provides "considerable entertainment value" and not much else. He has also said that if he were SFWA president his platform would "involve disenfranchising all of the female members and endorsing a Federal law banning women from writing any science fiction or fantasy that does not contain vampires or wereseals and comes with a warning label: WARNING: this is Vampire/Wereseal fiction, not actual science fiction or fantasy." Now, his second assertion supporting a law banning women from writing science fiction or fantasy is something that simply couldn't be implemented, although it does offer a further glimpse into the mind of a misogynistic ass, but his first should make anyone who is apathetic about voting stop and think. He wants to prevent any women from voting in SFWA elections, and presumably, from participating in Nebula Award juries. He, of course, has not made reference to these stances in his candidacy announcement, but in a world with the internet, you are tied to your bigoted views forever.

One question I have is this: How on Earth did an ass like this get on the Nebula jury in 2007? He doesn't even have any substantial writing credits to his name that would justify putting him on the panel even if he wasn't a complete misogynistic, homophobic, racist douche bag. Given his very nasty public opinions, who thought putting him on the Nebula jury was a good idea?

I am not a member of the SFWA, and I'm not eligible to join, so I cannot vote. But if you are a member, you should. And you should vote for anyone other than Beale. If you are eligible to join the SFWA and you have not, you should join just so you can vote against this worthless excuse for a human being. Don't let him win because he can rally a small cadre of supporters in the face of an apathetic electorate. This man should never be allowed to take any leadership position anywhere, and he certainly should never be given a leadership position within an organization like the SFWA.

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Monday, February 4, 2013

Musical Monday - Xbox by Tripod


Last week I posted Halo by Broken Record Films as my Musical Monday selection, a song that tells the sad tale of a woman whose boyfriend has gotten sucked in to the game of Halo. Through the song she despairs that he won't pay attention to her, and by the end the exits as a voice over announces that "player two has left the game". We are, of course, supposed to feel pathos for the neglected girlfriend. This song is the flip side of that equation. A side that I am more likely to be on. And I might venture, a side that most of the people who might read this post probably are on as well.

The simple fact is that games are fun. They are designed to keep you interested. And they offer people who tend to the introverted side of the scale to exercise their mind without having to deal with other people directly. Even an MMO, where there are other people playing online in the same shared world as you, gives some distance between the gamer and those around him. Even a tabletop game, in which the people you are playing with might be sitting right next to you, gives a little bit of a buffer. And what those who are not introverted don't seem to realize is that those of us who are need that time away from people, we need that buffer between ourselves and the rest of the world sometimes. Even if it comes at the expense of having sex right away. If you are in a relationship with an introvert, and want to stay in it, you have to give them some space. A lot of space. They don't love you any less. They just need to recharge their batteries regularly, and to do that, they need time alone, possibly with their xbox.

Previous Musical Monday: Halo by Broken Record Films
Subsequent Musical Monday: The Pope Song by Tim Minchin

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Saturday, February 2, 2013

30 Days of Genre - What Genre Novel Haven't You Read, but Wish You Had?

Steven Brust's Vlad Taltos Series
 

There isn't a whole lot to say on this, because it is explicitly about a series of books that I have not read. The novels are set in a strange magical world in which humans are second class citizens behind the Drageara and the extradimensional Jenoine occasionally try to invade and take over. Oddly, the Jeonine are responsible for the structure of the world and the existence of the Dragaera. The part of the world that the novels are set in is ruled over by the Dragearan Empire, which is ruled by seventeen houses, whose primacy in the Empire rotates based upon a magical orb of unknown origin. In short, it is a very strange fantasy world.

The central character in the series is Vlad Taltos, a human assassin who works for the Dragaera. The stories involve his maneuverings through the underworld of criminals that he operates in and the political intrigue that he is drawn into by the lucrative contracts that he is sometimes offered. Not having read the series, I don't have any more details, or really know much of anything else about the books. Several people have recommended them to me, and they certainly seem like the kind of dark and somewhat off-beat fantasy that I would like. I own all of the books in the series, but I haven't read them yet. I don't know why I haven't gotten to them, I just haven't. Maybe I should do that this year.


Friday, February 1, 2013

Follow Friday - The Atomic Number of Plutonium Is Ninety-Four


It's Friday again, and this means it's time for Follow Friday. There has been a slight change to the format, as now there are two Follow Friday hosts blogs and two Follow Friday Features Bloggers each week. To join the fun and make now book blogger friends, just follow these simple rules:
  1. Follow both of the Follow My Book Blog Friday Hosts (Parajunkee and Alison Can Read) and any one else you want to follow on the list.
  2. Follow the two Featured Bloggers of the week - Take Me Away and Consuming Worlds.
  3. Put your Blog name and URL in the Linky thing.
  4. Grab the button up there and place it in a post, this post is for people to find a place to say hi in your comments.
  5. Follow, follow, follow as many as you can, as many as you want, or just follow a few. The whole point is to make new friends and find new blogs. Also, don't just follow, comment and say hi. Another blogger might not know you are a new follower if you don't say "Hi".
  6. If someone comments and says they are following you, be a dear and follow back. Spread the love . . . and the followers.
  7. If you want to show the link list, just follow the link below the entries and copy and paste it within your post!
  8. If you're new to the Follow Friday Hop, comment and let me know, so I can stop by and check out your blog!
And now for the Follow Friday Question: What is the first thing you would do if you woke up to find yourself in your favorite book? via @GizmosReviews

Well first off, since I have found myself in a book, I suppose I will be wondering why everything is so very flat. Once I got past that initial shock, since my favorite book is The Lord of the Rings, I suppose I  should get myself a sword, because there are orcs about, and they are probably not going to be very friendly.

But what I'd really want to do is go find Gandalf and find out if he sounds like John Huston or Ian McKellen. Because I grew up on the Rankin-Bass animated version of The Hobbit, in my mind, Gandalf always has and always will sound like John Huston, but it would be nice to make sure.

Go to subsequent Follow Friday: NATO Called the Tupolev TU-95 "The Bear"

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