Well deserving of its many accolades and awards, The Quiet War is a novel among those on the new hard science fiction frontier. McAuley artfully bleWell deserving of its many accolades and awards, The Quiet War is a novel among those on the new hard science fiction frontier. McAuley artfully blends genetic engineering, artificial ecosystems, political intrigue, sociology, environment, economics, and space travel. The prose is direct and well crafted, and the ideas simultaneously fulfill both aims of what I love to see in science fiction: exploring future possibilities and holding a critical mirror to the current times.
I think it is also worth mentioning that McAuley's protagonists are strong females with depth, who buck the two-dimensional stereotypes often seen in the genre. The novel also declines to glorify (or vilify) western cultural projections of humanity's space-faring future. Most importantly, this welcome diversity in thought and character does not come, as it often does, at a compromise to craft -- McAuley has bucked the status quo and set a new standard for contemporary science fiction. ...more
Crossed Genres has released a great collection in MENIAL. Rating an anthology is always difficult, because my ratings for individual stories tend toCrossed Genres has released a great collection in MENIAL. Rating an anthology is always difficult, because my ratings for individual stories tend to vary. I would really like to give MENIAL a 3.5; alas, that is not an option, so I'll play it conservative and 3 it is.
Here's the good. Firstly, I LOVE the theme of the anthology. MENIAL focuses on the people whose lives, hopes, struggles, and dreams would never have crossed the minds of the bridge crew of the Enterprise. They are the common folk, the laborers. The sometimes reviled, but more often ignored. And they are always at the mercy of the exploitation of those at the top, and their own vulnerability to the vagaries of chance.
Secondly, as with all of what Crossed Genres publishes, MENIAL features characters whose meta-identities are disproportionately ignored or invisible in the greater tapestry of speculative fiction (in authentic ways at least). By these I mean anyone but straight, cis, able-bodied, rich, anglophone, white males. Not that such characters (or writers) are bad or need be eliminated from the genre, I hardly mean that at all. Just that their stories should not be the overwhelming majority of the stories being told. CG does a fine job of advancing the genre on that front, and MENIAL is no exception.
For the above reasons alone, I strongly recommend taking a look at this anthology, especially if you are a writer. Exposure to the perspectives of the speculative working class and the conflicts of identity presented herein will make your own reading and writing more aware of all facets of the human element.
Here is my complaint. I'm not one who believes that "speculative fiction" means that you can do whatever you want. Believable worlds (even imaginary ones) must be self-consistent, and I believe many of the stories in the anthology fall short on that count. Advancing diversity in the genre should not come at the price of diluted rigor, nor should science fiction ever be excused from the same aesthetic standards as mainstream literary fiction.
Science fiction should most certainly speculate on what we think could be true; and certainly no holds barred on anything we do not know for sure cannot be true. But if you are writing fiction that blatantly violates known laws of physics, chemistry, or biology, there had better be a good (and explained) reason. And fantasy is not exempt: superheroes, wizards, and Jedi all must use their powers in particular ways, which are governed by rules that create consistent limitations (and interesting plot points).
As just one example, if your story takes place in an asteroid belt (especially ours), then it is ludicrously improbable that one could be suddenly hit by a stray asteroid. The asteroids are hundreds of thousands of kilometers apart, with relative velocities perhaps in the tens of kilometers per second or less. It is highly unlikely that you would even be able to see another asteroid while flying near any particular one, and you'd have on the order of days to motnhs to see one coming (especially with the level of technology required to have private spacecraft flying around). You'd have to intentionally try to hit one, and it it would be really hard to do so. Just ask the mission planners for NASA's Dawn mission. This is simple math on facts that are not hard to look up. I'll leave it there, but I highlighted close to forty instances of questionable consistency in the anthology.
Further, in several stories, it was never really explained why such menial positions exist for humans at all, given the level of technology explicit or implicit in the milieu. E.g. if setting X is possible, then task Y would already have to be automated as a prerequisite, or something would be ludicrously expensive or inconvenient. Some stories had interesting characters and consistent science and technology, but it was hard to concentrate on what was happening when the engineering part of my brain would remind me every page or two that "we already have robots that could do this... faster, cheaper, and better."
(As an aside, this is of course a hugely unexplored consequence of the future trajectory of the "knowledge economy." As Pournelle says, if you invent a technology that drives the truck for you, what do you do with the truck driver? No doubt this made writing stories for MENIAL quite difficult.)
Props to the following specific stories that I thought did an excellent job of seamlessly integrating the theme into a solid story without sacrificing rigor or consistency:
Thirty-Four Dollars, by M. Bernnardo Storage, by Matthew Cherry The Belt, by Kevin Bennet (though I question the effect of one major collision) Air Supply, by Sophie Constable Leviathan, by Jasmine M. Templet The Heart of the Union, by Dany G. Zuwen (absolutely fascinating projection of nanobot technology into military use) Ember, by Sabrina Vourvoulias
Props to the following specific stories that I thought did an exceptional job of rendering believable, authentic characters who promote diversity in science fiction without being gratuitous:
Thirty-Four Dollars, by M. Bernnardo A Tale of a Fast Horse, by Sean Jones Carnivores, by A.D. Spencer Snowball the Rabbit Was Dead, by Angeli Primlani Storage, by Matthew Cherry Ember, by Sabrina Vourvoulias
And double props to the following stories which made at least one of the above lists AND did it through great prose (i.e., the writing itself was also enjoyable):
A Tale of a Fast Horse, by Sean Jones Leviathan, by Jasmine M. Templet The Heart of the Union, by Dany G. Zuwen Ember, by Sabrina Vourvoulias
I note that Ember is the only one to make all three lists.
I will conclude with a positive as well. MENIAL has definitely been a strong influence on the process of planning a novella/novel I am working on, through which I am attempting to explore social justice issues projected forward into a near-future, space colonization setting. As one of my main characters would probably fit in with many of the protagonists in MENIAL, it's easy to see how I have every story in this anthology to thank for many new ideas which are now simmering.
In sum, notwithstanding my ranting about consistency, I think that MENIAL is worth the read (especially for the particular stories that I called out) and also to support the diversification of the genre. ...more
Entertaining reading for the bus, waiting in line, or whenever you have a minute to kill... but it didn't really make me think. Plot is mildly interesEntertaining reading for the bus, waiting in line, or whenever you have a minute to kill... but it didn't really make me think. Plot is mildly interesting but not very complex, characters are on the shallow end, and the dialogue is trite. I really don't think space opera is my thing. ...more
Raymond Chandler is the fedora-topped man's man answer to the trashy romance novel. Full of hard-biting dia“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”
Raymond Chandler is the fedora-topped man's man answer to the trashy romance novel. Full of hard-biting dialogue, dark alleyways and fiery lithe blondes, pistols, racketeers, and cheap cigarette smoke -- The Big Sleep is detective pulp noir at its finest.
“What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on the top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. I was a part of that nastiness now.
Set up on the beach or pour yourself a glass of cheap whiskey and indulge in night of suspense, with zero pretense of being anything close to high-brow literature. Guaranteed to be as ridiculously overdone as the metaphors filling every page....more