Thursday, 22 January 2015

Asimov's Science Fiction - January 2015





I’ve never pretended to keep up with the short fiction field inside science fiction – let alone the all-encompassing genre of the fantastic – but there was a time when I did at least read all the magazines to which I subscribed, and also made an effort to digest the contents of the various Year’s Best anthologies when they came round. When I first subscribed to Interzone, a staggering thirty years ago, it was no problem at all to read each issue before the next arrived. I was a student, I had no television, no computer, limited reading funds and only so much money to spend down the pub. Then again, it was only a quarterly and not a thick one at that. The magazine eventually moved to a bi-monthly, and then a monthly schedule. Although the increased frequency was good for the likes of me, trying to place my stories, it meant that I soon found myself struggling to finish each issue before the next arrived. That said, I’d always read two or three stories from each issue, especially if they were by favorite writers. Much the same was true of Asimov’s, the only other SF magazine to which I’ve had a long-standing subscription. I continue to subscribe to both Interzone and Asimovs, and in addition I take the dark/weird/horror magazine Black Static, also published by Interzone’s TTA Press.

At some point, though, my reading tapered off to the point of virtual non-existence, and I found myself increasingly reliant on Year’s Best round-ups, as well as general in-genre buzz, to keep me abreast of what was worth reading. Even then, I was no longer reading the Year’s Best anthologies from cover to cover, and I’ll readily confess that there are many highly praised, award winning writers of whom I’ve yet to read a single word. Obviously that’s not good enough, so what to do about it? Over on her blog, Nina Allan has suggested that we could all do our bit for the short fiction scene by reading just twenty pieces a year, a target that seems perfectly achievable with a bit of discipline. I’m well aware, of course, that many people will be reading hundreds of short stories this year – but if you’re one of them, you’re not the problem. It’s the slackers like me who need incentivising.

At this point, something else struck me. Back when I started breaking into short fiction, in the golden dawn of those pre-web days, the field was considerably smaller. The upside of that was that any given story tended to get at least some measure of recognition in terms of reviews and letters. The BSFA had a regular short fiction section in one of its magazines, as did Locus, and both of these venues were pretty comprehensive in their coverage. In addition, Interzone (and indeed the other magazines) had active letters pages which often featured biting commentary on the stories that had appeared in preceeding issues.

Compare and contrast with the situation now, in which there are far too many short stories published for any of the venues to offer more than cursory coverage (sometimes no more than a line or two, if you’re lucky). In addition – and there are exceptions – a lot of short fiction reviewing just isn’t very insightful. At its worst, I’d call it no more than extended plot-quibbling – a template approach in which a story is summarised, some of its premises are argued against, the characters are stuffed into one of two handy bins marked sympathetic or unsympathetic, and if the story’s lucky it’s called well-written or readable. Very little tends to be said about style, language, voice, tense, point of view, pace, subtext, and so on. Well-written is a useless, content-free descriptor – if you’re reviewing something, it tells us almost nothing unless we know your tastes. Readable is no better. Of course it’s readable. It’s printed legibly, using a sequence of recognised lexical symbols that your brain has learned to decode. If it isn’t, try turning the magazine the other way up…

The fault is not necessarily with the reviewers, who don’t always have the opportunity to go into more than the barest bones of a plot summary. On the other hand, wouldn’t it be good to get a little additional perspective on the story, attempting to look at the artistic choices, good or otherwise, beyond the surface furniture of the narrative? The online magazine Strange Horizons has been doing something like this, with some very thorough analyses of recent stories, but as commendable as these exercises are, it’s clearly not practical on a systematic, issue by issue approach. With that in mind, therefore – and while I’ve neither the time nor the inclination to dig into a given story in anything like that degree of thoroughness – I thought it might be worthwhile to take a look at the contents of Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine across a number of issues. I’ll make no rash promises – I’ve no real idea how my work is going to pile up as we go through the year, let alone what else life has in store – but while it’s feasible, I’ll aim to take a look at each issue starting with the January 2015 magazine.

A couple of remarks, before we get into the stories. The field would be poorer without Asimov’s. It’s something worth celebrating that the magazine continues to put out issues, month in, month out, despite existing in a vastly different literary and economic landscape to the one that was around when it started. I’ve had a few stories in the magazine and it was thrilling to see my name on the table of contents. I also know what it’s like to sweat over a story, pour your heart and soul into it, and then see it ignored, dismissed or savaged by a short fiction reviewer. That said, the very worst story I’m likely to look at in a year of Asimov’s is very unlikely to be as bad as the worst story I’ve ever had published, and chances are it’ll probably be quite a bit better. I subscribe to Asimov’s because its fiction is generally to my taste, and my reaction to a story I can’t get on with is more likely to be indifference or befuddlement than outright dislike. Equally, if I’m critical of a particular story, that doesn’t mean I won’t be enthusiastic about the next one by that author. The writers here have already done well by selling their stories to a respected paying market, and if I don’t like a particular piece, chances are that someone else will. Of the authors under consideration here, I’ve only met Allen M Steele and Steele himself has done me a few kindnesses over the years. But I’ll do my best to offer fair assessments of the stories, on the assumption that if we agree that short fiction is important, we should also agree to be honest about it.

So – let’s take a look at the fiction in the January 2015 issue of Asimov’s Science Fiction.

The first story is “The Unveiling” by Christopher Rowe. It’s a short story about a group of blue collar employees tasked with cleaning up some statues on Castellon, an alien planet, in advance of a big civic event. The workers have to contend with shoddy equipment and awful labour conditions, and we’re given enough information to decide for ourselves that Castellon is run by an autocratic, oppressive government. Tayne, the protagonist in charge of the work crew, has an odd encounter in the sculpture garden with an offworld artist who appears to be responsible for one of the statues. There’s a certain ambiguity as to what happens next, unless I’m missing something blindingly obvious, but Tayne eventually ends up in deep water and takes decisive action to protect the rest of the work crew from the consequences. The story’s told in the third person, past tense, with a mostly tight focus on Tayne, albeit salted with occasional authorial interjections to tell us stuff about the planet and its society that Tayne would presumably have internalised long ago. There’s a lot of stuff about squalid working conditions and knackered equipment – the overall tone of the piece is, I think, quite intentionally drab, but it does make for a somewhat colourless, joyless reading experience. There’s not really anything going on at the level of language or dialogue to liven things up all that much, but on the plus side the characters are well drawn, their interactions feel plausible, and we get a sense of the wider economic system in which they are imprisoned.

I mentioned the tight focus on Tayne, but at the end there’s a shift of viewpoint which doesn’t feel as structurally satisfying as one might wish. A fixed viewpoint isn’t some absolute sacred cow, and writers should feel at liberty to violate it when the needs of the story dictate as much – Dickens felt no inhibitions, after all. But a short story really needs to feel thematically and artistically integrated, a thing unto itself, and bolting a new viewpoint on right at the end creates a feeling of lopsidedness, like a house with an odd extension. Very few successful short stories have more than one viewpoint, and there’s a reason for that.

Next up is the cover story, “Watergirl”, by Rudy Rucker and Marc Laidlaw. It’s one of their long-running series of Zep and Delbert surfpunk stories. I’ve always liked Rucker’s stuff and I  remember reading a couple of these collaborative pieces back when I was living in Scotland, and that’s getting on for a quarter of a century ago. My recollection is that the tone of those earlier stories was pretty much exactly the same as this new novelette: a kind of psychedelic, trippy confection of surfer lore, chaos theory and quantum physics. It’s the kind of thing that could be wearying in long doses, like an extended repeat of Wayne’s World – or even Bill & Ted – but “Watergirl” manages to feel fresh enough and despite its length it doesn’t outstay its welcome. Of all the stories in this issue, “Watergirl” is the only one that attempts to do anything distinctive with its prose, filtering the tale through a druggy, laid-back haze of chilled-out surfer speak, and more or less sustaining the affect throughout. Nothing much is at stake here – there’s some stuff about dodgy real-estate deals in Hawaii, some other stuff about a dead surfer chick who may or may not have been bumped off, and finally some SF gimmickry about a device that can imprint sentience on water. The local rather than global focus actually works to the story’s benefit, though, and there’s some gorgeously surreal imagery near the end, as the villain of the piece is dispatched by suitably creative means. Rucker and Laidlaw take pains to differentiate their (admittedly cartoonish) characters, as well, so they don’t all sound like each other.

Onto another short story now, in the form of “Ninety-five Percent Safe” by Caroline Yoachim. The set-up here is that a wormhole links Earth to an extrasolar planet, but there’s a one in twenty chance that you won’t come out the other end – hence the title of the piece. It’s one of two stories in the issue told from juvenile viewpoints – the other’s coming up later - and in common with “The Unveiling” it opts for a tight viewpoint, third person, past tense narration. Like that earlier piece, it’s almost unremittingly grey, but this time the greyness is consciously foregrounded, there in the architecture and clothing. Our protagonist is Nicole, daughter of a family who haven’t quite decided whether or not to take their chances with the wormhole, even though there’s the prospect of a somewhat better life on the other side of it – provided they can beat those odds. Tonally, it’s pitched at exactly the casual, undemanding level you’d expect of a middlebrow YA story – there’s nothing remotely adventurous going on with the language or imagery – and while it’s fine in and of itself, it makes me wonder quite what it’s doing in what is otherwise an adult-orientated science fiction magazine.

Aside from issues of tone, a problem with short stories is that emotional arcs can feel absurdly compressed if they’re not handled elegantly. A novelist can trace the stages of bereavement across whole chapters, even a whole novel, but the beats of a short story consist of sections and paragraphs, not chapters. When Nicole learns of the death of her mother – occasioned, ultimately, by Nicole’s own actions – she goes from shock, anger, remorse, to a kind of bittersweet acceptance, in less than one page. It’s not that the arc itself is implausible, or rings emotionally false, but the constraints of the form can’t help but engender bathos rather than pathos. It’s a rare story that needs to be longer, but an intervening scene – however slight – might have helped establish a sense of time’s passing, and therefore made Nicole’s adjustments seem more naturalistic.

The next story is quite a bit darker, and almost jarringly different in its themes and handling. “Candy from Strangers” by Jay O’ Connell is just barely science fiction, in that one of the plot points turns on the protagonist being able to harvest a vast amount of personal information about the object of his fascination, a woman who might be about to jump in front of a train. There’s some stuff about smart drugs, offshore BlackNet servers, and we later learn that the protagonist Morgan has himself survived a botched suicide attempt – at some considerable cost, with advanced medical intervention – but beyond that the science fictional elements are sparse, and what with its keen sense of place, you could almost set the story in present day Boston.

But the argument that a story must contain some science fiction thing – that it shouldn’t be easily reducible to another genre by the mere substitution of tropes (eg spaceships for horses, rayguns for sixguns) – has always struck me as a bit facile, and I’d much rather assess a story on its emotional heft as a thing in its own right, regardless of the integrity or otherwise of its conceptual elements. In that regard, “Candy from Strangers” works perfectly well on its own terms, and Morgan’s arc is satisyingly described. It’s a polished piece that knows exactly what it’s doing.

The next piece – “Butterflies” by Peter Wood - is the one that left me most puzzled, as despite three reads I couldn’t quite get to grips with it. It’s a perfectly pleasant homage to the monster movies of the fifties, complete with reference to mutation and atomic tests – but updated to the present, with some nicely barbed stuff about modern gender norms and academic politics. Maybe that’s all there is to it: a recasting of familiar tropes in an up to date setting. The tone is light-hearted without ever spilling over into actual comedy, and there’s a nicely ironic reversal at the end. Perhaps I’m looking too hard, trying to find a depth that was never meant to be there. In any case, there’s nothing wrong with the story or the telling, and perhaps I’m just not sufficiently versed in those monster movies to get the larger point.

The penultimate story is another story with a juvenile protagonist, and again – like “Ninety Five Percent Safe” – it seems to be aimed at a YA reader. But “Songs in the Key of You” by Sarah Pinsker does have a certain charm to it, and there’s a lovely moment in which the bullied Aisha takes ownership of a humiliating incident in the school dining hall by choosing her own nickname. The science fictional premise here is wafer-thin: kids (and adults) have these bracelets which generate musical melodies tuned to the personality of the wearer, so that everyone gets their own signature theme, like characters in a sitcom. Aisha can’t afford one of the bracelets, so she had to hum out her own tune. As it happens, though, she’s really good at coming up with the tunes so she ends up creating melodies for the other kids. And that’s your story. It sounds thin but it’s a short piece that isn’t claiming to offer anything more than a snapshot in our young protagonist’s life, and on that level you can’t really fault it. But – and not to get into a larger argument about the rights and wrongs of YA fiction – it’s not really what I want from an adult science fiction magazine.

Incidentally, it’s hard not to sense a certain sameness in tone from many of these pieces. Here are three excerpts:

Lizane was squatting, sitting on her heels, chewing on a ration bar. She didn’t look surprised to see him and mutely offered him a cup of the black stuff she poured from the coffee pot.

She was jealous that he’d be part of the second wave – the first wave had already done the hard work of establishing the colonies, but the floating cities would be nearly empty, an abundance of unclaimed living space.

She didn’t trust that. She felt a little bad, but people didn’t just go from being mean to being nice.

With the exception of the final piece (see below), every story in this issue is a linear narrative told in third person, past tense, with a relaxed, conversational tone that does not avoid contractions. There’s nothing wrong with this mode of telling as a stylistic choice, but when almost every story is dictated in virtually the same register, it’s hard not to feel a certain monotony creeping in, never mind a sense that possibilities are being left unexplored. All the writers I admire will work in this mode when it suits them, but it’s just one of a variety of approaches they can use, each of which is ready to be deployed when the needs of the story dictate a particular approach. Of course I’m judging these authors on the basis of a single data point each, and that’s entirely unfair. But I’ll keeping an eye out for this sameness of approach as I move through the later issues.

Finally, we come to the longest piece in the issue, a novella by Allen M Steele entitled “The Long Wait”. Although it can’t be said to break any particularly new ground, it does what it does very competently. Unlike the other stories in the issue, it’s a first-person narration told from the standpoint of an elderly figure looking back over key episodes in their life. Ostensibly about a privately financed robotic interstellar expedition, the actual focus of the story is on the family left behind at the Juniper Hill observatory on Earth to listen for the laser transmissions sent back by the spacecraft, and how the technology used to launch the probe turns out to have an unexpected and fortuitous secondary application. The interesting, effective stuff here is all to do with the inter-familial relationships, rather than the robotic expedition itself, and Steele doesn’t really put a foot wrong in the character dynamics, all of which feel plausible and earned within the scope of the story, which spans many decades. That said, nothing really startling happens, certainly nothing as weird as the Rucker/Laidlaw piece, and there’s little here that couldn’t have been published thirty or even forty years ago. The sense of datedness isn’t helped by the almost exclusively North American outlook – it’s an American family behind the expedition, the action all takes place in New England, there’s stuff about DARPA and NSF funding, familiar American universities and so on, even though most of the action takes place in the twenty second century. When a killer asteroid shows up, the mining ship sent to deflect it is named after the Comstock lode, rather than – say – any of the other places on Earth where they mine stuff. I like my SF to feel a bit more global and forward-looking than this, but I suppose this all counts as premise-quibbling so I’ll say no more. It’s unquestionably a piece of solid, nicely constructed science fiction, even if it won’t leave your world shaken to its foundations. “Solid” sounds like a minor putdown but I don’t mean it in that sense; it takes care and craftsmanship to make something solid and Steele is excellent at what he does.

So there we are – the January issue of Asimovs. There’s nothing here that left me blown away, but equally there’s nothing offensively bad, either. And whether or not you regard this as a good thing, each story here is unambiguously science fiction.

Monday, 12 January 2015

National Autistic Society

This saturday (17th January) I'll have the pleasure of speaking at AutismCon, the day-long Festival of the Mind organised by the National Autistic Society. The event takes place at Conway Hall, in central London. I'll be taking part in a panel discussion about science fiction, and speaking for about fifteen minutes about my own relationship to SF. The panel's scheduled to take place between 1.45 and 2.45, although it might be an idea to check the times on the day.

From the website:

"AutismCon is a day-long convention with talks, workshops and performances. It’s an amazing celebration of autism, where special interests are encouraged, communication comes in all forms, and the skills and talents of people with autism are clear for everyone to see."

http://www.autism.org.uk/autismcon

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Christmas University Challenge

Viewers in the UK should be able to catch me as part of the Newcastle team on tonight's edition of Christmas University Challenge.

BBC2 7.30pm - see how we did against Hull!


Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Edits in

Just a minor update to say that I completed the first substantial round of editorial revisions on the new book, which now has a title that editor, publisher, marketing and author are all now happy with - but I'll wait until there's some sort of formal announcement before unleashing it on the world. There are still a few hurdles to be jumped before the book goes into production, but in the meantime I am now moving forward with the next big project, while also finding time for a bit of short fiction.

While I'm here, I may as well mention that I contributed a chapter to the British Film Institute's beautiful new softcover book on SF cinema, "Days of Fear and Wonder". My chapter looks at the spaceship film, and concludes by taking a risky guess at the likely impact of Nolan's Interstellar - which I've still yet to see.

The BFI book is available here:

http://www.bfi.org.uk/sci-fi/sci-fi-days-fear-wonder-bfi-compendium

The good people at the BFI were mortified to discover that I'd been listed as Alastair Roberts on the title page (although correctly in the heading to the chapter itself) but personally I think the ultimate convergence of those two ARs of contemporary British SF, Adam Reynolds and Alastair Roberts, can only be for the best.

Coming soon: a tour of my office. Contain yourselves.




Thursday, 2 October 2014

Novel delivered

If I've not had much to say here in recent months, it's not because I haven't been busy. In truth, 2014 has been one of the most productive years of my writing life, but other than offering a series of endless progress reports on steadily increasing word counts, I don't find that there's much to say about being in the act of producing another book. Put simply, it's not very exciting. I start my day, I produce my intended wordage, I back up and switch off my computer - and then repeat for eight or nine months or however long it takes. I'm also loathe to talk in too much depth about works in progress. I used to worry about killing my own enthusiasm - now I worry about killing everyone else's.

Still, the book is in. This is the third and final volume in the Poseidon's Children trilogy, and as yet it does not have a title, although a few possibles are floating around. Although the end result might not seem strikingly different to its predecessors, it's actually presented quite a radical change of routine for me. Although I'd been thinking in very general terms about the third book for almost as long as I'd been thinking about the trilogy - going back to 2008 - that's a world away from having a clear sense of the structure, plot, characters and so on.

In October of last year, though, I set about producing a 12,000 word outline for the new novel, a level of planning completely outside my usual experience. I'd produced detailed notes for a few of my earlier novels, but nothing compared to this. In fact, by the time I finished the outline, I felt like I'd put in all the creative effort of writing a book, but with none of the emotional payoff of actually having done the thing. Nonetheless, when I did start work on the novel, I had the confidence of that detailed outline to keep me on the straight and narrow. Not having to worry about where the story was going proved a major blessing, as I personally don't find the working through of plot mechanics all that satisfying. That's not to say that the novel wrote itself - there were setbacks, changes of plan, anxious weeks - but the overall shape of it did adhere fairly closely to the outline, and I always had a clear sense of where it was headed. I started the actual writing in the middle of February, and proceeded with few interruptions right through to the middle of September. Along the way I completed and delivered two lengthy short fiction projects - a 40,000 word novella, and a fairly long novelette, and I also wrote a few shorter fiction and non-fiction pieces for various people. I purposely kept my travel to a minimum this year, attending a science festival in Edinburgh and the London worldcon, followed by a short promotional tour in Sweden, during which I found time to do a bit of writing on the move. I took a few weeks off from writing due to minor illnesses and family obligations, but other than that, I was pleased at how many available days were actually occupied with productive work. It was good to fill in progress on a wall calendar, and see the word count progressing reliably from week to week.

I started work on the 12th of February, which is the date I was able to move into a new purpose-built garden office. We'd had it constructed over the winter - mostly during those long weeks of dreadful rain which afflicted the UK in the early part of 2014 - but it took several weeks to get the interior painted, carpeted, and fitted out for occupation. I made a conscious decision to deny myself internet access, and - speaking only for myself - that has worked out tremendously well. In my previous writing rooms, I have always made a point of not having internet in the room itself but the weak link has been that it is always present elsewhere in the house. However, now I simply don't have it, and the wifi signal is too weak to be useful even if temptation gets the better of me. Surrounded by music, and with a kettle on standby, I find that I seldom miss internet access during my writing hours. If I need some vital piece of research, it can generally wait until the evening. That's just me, though - what works for one writer would be intolerable for another.

The book will now go through the usual round of edits, always more work than I care to remember, but in the meantime I am busying myself with a bit more short fiction, as well as thinking ahead to the next two novels. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty optimistic about the shape of SF at the moment. I came away from the London worldcon invigorated and enthused, and determined to continue adding my voice to this great and tempestuous conversation of ours.

(cross-posted to www.alastairreynolds.com)

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

New stories

While I continue work on the new novel, just time to mention a couple of new fiction items that are available online for free.

Back in June, I was pleased to be given the chance to write a piece of short fiction for something a bit out of the ordinary. The piece was slated to be part of a scientific press release, centred around the announcement of some exciting work done by astronomers at Queen Mary (University of London). Guillem Anglada-Escude and his team were reporting on a striking discovery in the field of exoplanet studies - the detection of a planet orbiting a relatively nearby star which may be older than most of the stars in the rest of our galaxy. I'd been following this still-young area of astronomy with quite some amazement since my own research days, and the opportunity to build a piece of fiction around this new discovery was a total delight. You can read more about the work, and check out my (very short) story, entitled, "Sad Kapteyn", here:

http://ph.qmul.ac.uk/news/ancient-worlds-around-kapteyns-star

Again, thanks to Guillem and the team for this wonderful opportunity.

Elsewhere, you can, if so inclined, also read a much longer piece. "The Last Log of the Lachrimosa" is a completely new story in the Revelation Space universe, and the first such piece since 2009's "Monkey Suit". I'll say no more other than that I enjoyed the challenge of rebooting the RS universe in my head, and judging by the notes on my PC, there should be one or two more stories along before too long. "Last Log" is online at Subterranean magazine, in their final issue.

Many thanks to the good people at Sub Press for finding room for my piece amid such good company.

http://subterraneanpress.com/magazine/summer_2014

Incidentally, I'm still undecided about how to move forward with the splitting of content between my two active blogs. So for now, I'll be doing a certain amount of cross-posting.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

All change!

 I've had a major overhaul of my author website:

www.alastairreynolds.com

The URL hasn't changed, but the site now has a totally new structure and look, and should be much more easy for me to maintain and update in the future. As part of the revamp, there is now a dedicated blogging area as part of the new site. This begs the question of what is to become of this blog, and my first thought - other than to discontinue this one - was to continue cross-posting entries to both sites, at least for the foreseeable future.

But long-time readers will know that I do occasionally go on about matters other than SF, or at best tangentially related to it, so I thought the sensible thing might be - from this point on - to retain the other blog for SF news only, and to keep this one for all the other stuff. I'll cross-post "important" announcements, of course.

Thanks!