
Time for a catch up on recent reads. In May (which seems an age ago now), this is what was keeping me busy.
Fallen Dragon by Peter F Hamilton
The Ring Around the Sun by Clifford D Simak
The Big Time by Fritz Leiber
Chekhov's Journey by Ian Watson
Jack Faust by Michael Swanwick
Dubliners by James Joyce
China Mountain Zhang by Maureen F McHugh
Neverness by David Zindell
Parietal Games: Critical Writings by and on M John Harrison edited by Mark Bould and Michelle Reid
The Nameless Day by Sara Douglass
Scarlet Traces by Ian Edinton and D'Israeli
Hard to be a God by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky
The Girl on the Road by Monica Byrne
The Quiet War by Paul McAuley
I'm going to start with a did-not-finish. Or rather, a barely-started. Last year I put the first two books of Stephen R Donaldson's Gap sequence into my worst books list thanks to their unoriginality and appalling misogyny. The main problem was the egregious sexual abuse meted out to the female lead character. Against my better judgement I had a stab at the third book - The Gap into Power: A Dark and Hungry God Rises. And by the end of the first chapter it had sailed out the window. There was the continuation of the misogyny, as we spend an amount of time on how one of the main antagonists tortures his mother. She is trussed up to a medical apparatus that immobilises her and keeps her going against her will, largely for his amusement. Not sexualised in this case, but reduced to a piece of chattel there at his beck and call. I couldn't be bothered wading through this gynophobic trash any more, so if you're looking for a by-numbers space opera with duff characterisation and a streak of woman-hatred, this will be among them at the bottom of the pile.
Moving on from visceral loathing to meh, Fritz Leiber's The Big Time fits into this category. It seems a very clever book, what with time agents swinging by and going out on missions in their interminable time war, but it failed to grab my attention. Leiber here was more interested in showing off his literary range than bothering crafting a compelling story. Slightly more shocking where the sf canon is concerned was the Strugatskys' Hard to be a God, one of their more celebrated works. Following a spy placed on a feudal world sliding into authoritarianism, it's easy to see where the inspiration for Iain M Banks's Inversions came from. But this was not as good. The narrative was dull, characterisation flat, and it failed to spark much interest. Continuing on a downer, Simak's The Ring Around the Sun had an interesting premise: the powers-that-be rally against the appearance of goods that refuse to wear out, thereby placing the Earth's manufacturing base in trouble. This is married to a parallel worlds/dimension hopping plot but, again, this did not do it for me. Uninteresting, the initial promise of the premise wears thin and by the end I couldn't care less.
Thankfully, there was a lot of good stuff to balance out the dross. Zindell's Neverness had been on the radar for a long time, and after a mammoth read it was ... alright. A bit like Greg Bear's fare in that reading it is an exhausting experience thanks to hard sf infodumps (this time on higher maths - not a strong point for me) and mind-bending concepts. It ranges from hobnobbing with god-like beings to mucking around with Neanderthals, so jumping between scales and stakes is an interesting, if jarring trick. And it's very much a book for the 1980s. It's about individual self-actualisation and the overcoming of obstacles by sheer force of will. The hard science might have been far out and cutting edge - the soft science less so. Pacier and more fun was Hamilton's Fallen Dragon. All the usual caveats apply where his work is concerned - this was over 1,200 pages and some of it was unnecessary - but his pacey writing and clever plotting ensures he's never a chore. And yes, past observations about multiplicity work here too. It's the consistent and overriding feature of his work.
Speaking of fun, Sara Douglass provided me a rare foray into (historical) fantasy. Satan's minions are undoing the fabric of 14th century Western Europe - can they be stopped? The Crucible trilogy have been on the to-be-read pile since first encountering them 20-odd years ago. And while oddly misogynistic in places, the first tome was well-paced and plotted. I will be reading the rest in due course.
Coming out top for May were two books. China Mountain Zhang by Maureen F McHugh is a novel in which nothing much happens. Our eponymous hero is secretly gay, and has to hide his ethnicity to get ahead in a future where China runs the show. It's a slice of life in which he and a few side-characters try getting on in the 22nd century, and ... it's brilliant. Well realised, well drawn, it's a vividly-rendered future that has plenty to say about our authoritarian todays. A strong recommendation. The other is very much not mundane sf. Paul McAuley's The Quiet War is a "realistic" space opera set entirely within the solar system, and centres on a conflict between the remaining megastates of Earth and the Outers who inhabit the moons of Jupiter and Saturn. This predated The Expanse by three years and to say the latter owes the former an unacknowledged debt is to say ... latter owes the former an unacknowledged debt. I thought this was brilliant. The writing, story, characterisation, and extrapolation of technology makes for a compelling work. Both these books are award winners, and both deserve your time.
What have you been reading recently?
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