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Another check-in with one of my favourite literary characters, Richard Ford's former novelist, turned sportswriter, turned real estate seller, turned retiree, Frank Bascombe. It's not an extended stay with Frank this time, just four vignettes. While there's something about loss running through them - of a house, of an ex-wife, of an old "friend" - Frank is just a joy to spend time with. Even in this more truncated volume. I hope Ford's not done with Frank just yet.
Another fab pick by @mrbsemporium - this time a non-fiction volume on the seemingly arcane subject of materials science. Using a photograph of the author drinking coffee on a roof terrace, it's a brilliant tale of 10 materials that we utterly take for granted in our modern lives. While it touches on the underlying science in places, it never comes close to being too heavy. And you leave it feeling much cleverer about the world around us.
First, what it gets right. Build-up is great, with only fleeting glimpses of the alien spaceships until the big reveal in a beautiful, cloud-wreathed valley in Montana. Their unworldliness begins with their design, as largely featureless geometric shapes, and is nicely underscored by the short distance they effortlessly "hover" above the Earth's surface. The aliens themselves are also handled well, if a little too much like squid, both in general appearance and in their use of extruded "ink". Making their audio extraneous for communication (an early misstep by their interrogators), and their language written yet initially indecipherable as communication works really well. And I liked what ultimately came to be their "gift" and why they made it, although it's mentioned so fleetingly that many may miss it.
What mostly-works but slightly-doesn't is that the film is one of those that makes more sense when you reflect on it afterwards. That's a good thing in my book, but I can well imagine that most people will leave this film utterly perplexed by what they've just seen. It's all there to make sense of it, but it's presented rather subtly at times, and often in an order that requires reflection to make sense of. For instance, a central conceit of the film (and a very clever one) is that Sapir-Whorf is true at a deep and fundamental level, but it's quite gently introduced to the viewer at a point where its relevance is opaque. And the consequence of this is illustrated by out-of-order glimpses of a child in what appear at first to be past memories, but which turn out latterly to be something else. However, the viewer is slightly misled by the presentation of some of this material upfront, seemingly as backstory, when it would arguably make more sense to introduce it latterly (narratively, perhaps, but maybe not emotionally).
My only "proper" reservation is, as ever, time travel - technically, I guess it's not exactly time travel, but, well, ... It's nowhere near as blunt as Interstellar (a film I forgave on a second viewing), but messing with the space-time continuum is a sure-fire way of getting my hackles raised. Especially here, where the film has its cake and eats it by allowing agency and then kind-of suggesting fatalism. However, it is still one of the cleverest uses of time-bending in film, so despite my hackles, I'm much more forgiving here.
Notwithstanding the foregoing, it really is one of the smartest science fiction films in recent years (or decades, even), presenting the sort of deep ideas that, while not uncommon in literary science fiction, rarely make it off the page. It does all of this gently and subtly without any of the distracting pace and action routinely misused in conventional "science fiction" films. And it does it while blending a human story of love and loss in with the central MacGuffin. Two thumbs up for sure.
P.S. I should just add that, with their relationship with time, the aliens reminded me of my favourite aliens, the Invaders of John Varley's novels. Although the Invaders still win because of their disinterest / disdain in humanity.
Another excellent pick from @mrbsemporium of Bath. A nicely literary crime tale that sees an underaged team of LA drug pushers sent on a cross country road trip to make an ambiguous hit. What starts out fairly conventional for viewers of The Wire takes a latter third turn where the lead character catches a long glimpse of a life more ordinary. Apart from a slightly rushed ending, a really enjoyable read.
An unfaultable return to Dark Eden by Chris Beckett. Revisiting richly-drawn characters from Mother of Eden, and playing up the role of storytelling in building the social fabrics of the Davidfolk and Johnfolk, Daughter of Eden is a worthy successor to its predecessor novels. Remarkable both for its presentation of a neo-stone age society and an exceptionally thought-through alien ecology. Highly recommended, though I fear it's the last visit to the remote, alien Eden and its band of displaced and struggling characters.
My second book from @mrbsemporium and what a good book it was. I don't usually go for psychological horror or distorted reality, but this book held me from the get-go. In part because it played its mystery well (easy when the Southern Reach sequels bear that load), in part because its protagonist was a biologist, but mostly because it's just so well written. As well as handling its weirdness with aplomb, it realistically fleshes out its protagonist's reflections on her predicament and how she came to be there. I'll definitely be seeking out its successor volumes.
A fast, fun read set in a vast trading empire reliant on a cosmological force known as the Flow. As the Flow shifts and cuts off whole solar systems, the empire, and its squabbling guilds, belatedly face down the barrel of calamity. It can easily be read as a fable about climate change, but the author - a new one to me - is mostly having fun with an amiable cast in an imperial setting. I'll definitely be following him up.
Rambling, quirky to a fault, massively overlong - but not much of a miracle. It's a seemingly ambitious tale of an Apache child runover by a postal worker, abandoned by his parents, and consigned to abusive health- and social-care authorities. But its incoherence, mishandling of characters, overconfident stylistic florishes, and unjustified length just make it a big old slog. It's not terrible, but it's not an orphan I'd recommend making space in your home for.
A great triptych of linked novellas telling the stories of doomed revolution on Mars, a break for interstellar space, archaeology in ruined Martian cities, an enigmatic monument on Pluto (the eponymous Icehenge), and unravelling the secrets of a reclusive Saturnian businesswoman. Refracted nicely through the prism of autobiography and the limits of memory.
My @mrbsemporium reading subscription starts here ... with a book I've (very pleasingly) never heard of!
A welcome, if unexpected, return to form for Alastair Reynolds. A whole new story, in a whole new subgenre (pirate-SF fusion), set in a whole new universe (and what a universe!), and all wrapping up sufficiently in one volume. I expect he'll be back to raid it again (appropriately enough), but as this is his best in several years, it deserves it.
An ostensible classic, but one whose great ideas get lost at times in Gibson's deliberately obscurantist prose. Even by the end, the full nature of the MacGuffin was a bit hazy - and what I could see of it didn't seem to justify the events it set moving.
This Is How You Lose Her, a most excellent - if philandering - read
A disappointing conclusion to a minor trilogy by Reynolds. Stuffed full of boring or annoying characters, dulled by long-winded step-by-step plotting, and rendered immediately forgettable by the squandering of its own mysteries. None of which is helped by its packaging up of a basic fact of life ( = the universe is meaningless and finite) as a much-talked-about plot device, The Terror. Douglas Adams did that much better - and much funnier - with his Total Perspective Vortex.
A trashy - but surprisingly Trump-prescient - 1980s spy thriller. Eminently quotable at the moment - though, compared to the book, the ending in reality is proving a lot less satisfying ...
A birthday book ticked off - "Mother of Eden". The best kind of science fiction - compelling, allegorical, credible but boundlessly imaginative.
Finally finished this gem after having it for 4 years (a World Book Night present from my old Warwick friend, Ruth). Really enjoyable, and difficult not to fall in love with its lead, Cassandra (as I'm sure its writer, Dodie Smith, intended).