Attack of the Jazz Giants brings together a variety of Frost’s award-winning science fiction, including the Nebula-nominated novella, “Madonna of the Maquiladora,” a unique take on the exploitation of workers and religious apparitions.
Frost’s tales are original, surprising, and dark, with the refreshing characteristic of taking a stand without preaching. In “Collecting Dust,” for instance, Frost explores the alienation and disintegration of the overworked American family by elevating these rather clichéd metaphors to reality. In “The Bus,” the blood, sweat, tears, bones, and guts of the less fortunate quite literally grease the gears that propel the powers that be.
Many of the stories take on a Kafkaesque, fairy-tale quality: at once fantastical and mundane. In the title story outsized musical instruments reinstate human harmony to a world made discordant by hate and racism, while Meersh the Bedeviler leads us through a world where it is perfectly logical that children who are turned into fish from being fed too much medicine should be fried up for lunch.
Still other narratives are just plain absurdist fun, like “The Road to Recovery.” This piece of right-on nonsense reprises Bing Crosby and Bob Hope in the ultimate intergalactic road movie. After stowing away on a space ship to avoid being prosecuted for a crime whose punishment is “flogging over slow coals for three days prior to execution,” the boys cook up their usual stew of pun, innuendo, and asides, and somehow bungle their way to rescuing the girl and saving the universe to boot.
Perhaps what ties all these diverse yarns together is Frost’s skill as a wordsmith, which is enough to carry the few stories that are uninspired or lack originality. This is most apparent in the opening story,” The Girlfriends of Dorian Gray.” I’m sure the title was just too good to resist, but as you might expect, it gives away the gist of this story which otherwise should come as a surprise a few pages in. What’s worse, the ending of this tale of food and excess is as obvious a serving of “just desserts” as a crowd of waiters singing “Happy Birthday” to an embarrassed diner. What saves it however, is the sheer joy of reading words as rich and delectable as the gluttonous meals enjoyed by the main character. “With his fork, he cut through the layers of crisp philo dough, lifted and placed in his mouth the slice of bisteeya. The flavours of cinnamon, coriander, butter, and almonds flooded his senses – a sweet and tender orgasm to which he gave himself completely, eyes closed, fingers curled tenderly around his utensils.”
Aside from winning awards for his writing, Frost teaches it, and is himself a product of writers’ workshops, which is no doubt why he added explanations after each piece, telling how he came to write it. Far from the sort of overblown, pompous dogma writers too often spew when discussing their craft; these are brief, to the point, enjoyable, and insightful.
A feast for fans of SF and good writing.