
Yes! My takeover of this blog is now complete!
For those of you left bewildered by the recent discussion on Poul Anderson, here is some illuminative gasoline I'll throw on the fire. Elizabeth Weil, a freelance journalist, recently wrote a book on the rise and fall of the Rotary Rocket Company, a group of spaceflight enthusiasts with an ingenious design for a civilian spaceship,
They All Laughed at Christopher Columbus. She is not unsympathetic to their cause, but she does have what my friend
Noel would call a different set of 'ideological priors'. Here she is at the Space Access Convention in Scottsdale, Arizona in April of 1998:
At the far end of the hotel, in an outbuilding, a slope-shouldered woman with hip-length hair hunched behind the convention registration desk. She eyed me warily, as a local might a tourist, certain I was in the wrong place.
"Can I help you?"
My name was on her list.
"Oh -- we must really be branching out. You just..." She drummed her fingers on her clipboard. "You just look like such a mundane."
Mundane is science fiction vernacular for those humans so tedious as to be interested only in the extant, no-imagination-required world. SF, not sci fi is the proper abbreviation, and the slope-shouldered woman shared her house with fifty-one cats and six golden retrievers. She and her equally fanatical husband spent nearly every weekend at SF cons (as opposed to space cons, like this one), and they claimed they could spot their fellow fen (the SF plural of fan, a derivative of men) in third-world markets and airport baggage claims with 99 percent accuracy. Reluctantly, she handed me a Space Access packet and badge. A few young men in thin ponytails and black T-shirts walked past without hassle. The woman smiled tightly. "Maybe we'll have you looking like a convert by the time you get out."
Gary, like almost everybody else who worked at Rotary, had grown up in the science fiction world among the fen. His favorite books were Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle's The Mote in God's Eye and Poul Anderson's The Earth Book of Stormgate, and he believed that science fiction taught its readers that "there is no end to accomplishments" and "the future is yours to create." He believed that adults who had not read science fiction as children had "far more self-doubt" and were "far more skeptical" about what an individual or a society could do. Jaws dropped in Mojave when I first admitted that I hadn't read Heinlein or Bradbury. Or Asimov either. On came an avalanche of well-thumbed paperbacks, people explaining, with generous hearts, that I could not understand them unless I read this one or that. Embarrassingly, I tried to return the favor, extending copies of my own dog-eared favorites -- James Salter's Light Years, Joan Didion's Slouching Toward Bethlehem -- which people politely accepted and completely ignored.
(Okay, Doug, you can stop chuckling now.)
Oddly enough, the New York City Math Teacher and I recently had a similar experience getting home brewing supplies. A tall bearded fellow with glasses and pulled-back hair was looking through the wort selection and observed us talking.
I looked mundane.
NYCMT somehow still looked fannish. The man looked at me -- and you could see the wheels turning in his head -- passed me by, and started talking to NYCMT instead.
Anyway. Recently, on
Making Light, a commenter called my last post "
a not so benevolent analysis of Poul Anderson's writing". That surprised me. I should have thought it was obvious that I've read Anderson deeply and with great affection.
But, you know, I'm
not a fan. Science fiction is simply a genre I am deeply interested in, one that I've read for a long time. (And there goes Gary Hudson's negative correlation between reading SF, skepticism and self-doubt.) But the same goes for, say, modernist poetry. And the Internet is a forum where science fiction comes up much more often than modernist poetry. Get me in a circle of comp-lit professors (and some bourbon), and I'll happily chat about Pound, Auden, and Zukofsky.
Man, that comment on Making Light really made my bile rise. People, read more Joan Didion or something.
Ouch!
I am truly sorry to have offended you. I enjoyed your Poul Anderson post. My grasp of the english language seems not be firm enough to catch all subtexts.
Should I have called it a "friendly skewering"?
Again, I did not mean to offend, but to praise.
Posted by: TH | March 05, 2005 at 01:35 AM
K.
What fannish antigen was speckled on my skin that the Columbia U. labtech homebrewer came to talk to me?
Surface fannishness - enabling the kind of challenge-response self-identification that Elisabeth Weil describes - manifests in speech-personality markers and body-aesthetic flags.
[snarky comment about obesity deleted]
I was wearing ripped jeans, an untucked henley shirt, my somewhat broken-down weekend puttering oxfords, and a voluminous parka (anorak, for the Britishers). Oh, the glasses. My Maoish moon face. Self-picturing - somewhat fat young *white* man in brew store wearing somewhat untidy clothing at two in the PM on a Saturday.
Where else would I have been? The SF-Fantasy section of the Barnes-and-Noble on Rte 17 in Paramus? Maybe hanging out at Cap's Comic Cavalcade reading new release X-men for free? Maybe I was heading off down the Meadowlands to plasma-ballet in the Star Fleet Battles rated-ace tournament? Clearly, I may have been looking at the little bags of overpriced grains of paradise so I could brew up a self-assertedly genuine 13me methegline Provenale to take to Pennsic. For my great feast on my knighting as the Ducal Clerk of Nob.
My physiognomy clearly indicated that great crates, *reams* of penny-dreadful inhabit my parents' basement.
I was the SF-geek because Carlos looks like a Chinese Green Bay Packer (entirely too self-possessed and physically imposing to conceive of as a stroke-needy pathetic slouch.) I, on the other hand as Caucasian white Jew slob, met the classic phenotype.
I sound resentful?
Science fiction male fandom is typologically similar to antediluvian young Pan-German League nationalism. Kvetcherei. Okay, maybe I'll be a little more harsh: young man, non-upwardly mobile, and cognitively dissonant from the interference with delusional self-mythology, seeks relief from the pain in an all encompassing ersatz weltanschauung. Comforted by the false images, he is elevated further and joins a phantom elite.
The distressing part of it is that instead of Deidrich Hesseling their way to an imaginary Kaiser's Throne in the mind, today's deracinated and thwarted young men imagine serving Irish Coffee and ruling over roosts of nubile? fannish women? at palatial cons at the Motel Six off the Turnpike exit 8.
Posted by: A New York City Math Teacher | March 05, 2005 at 03:21 AM
TH, I guess I disliked the implication that since I expressed criticism of Anderson's writing, that I bore him ill-will personally: malevolence instead of benevolence. I've sometimes come across that attitude when discussing science fiction on the Internet.
On the other hand, it's a little bit more serious than a skewering.
I suppose it's because I want more from the SF genre, and instead it gives me less and less. Is there no balm in the Flatiron Building?
NYCMT, ow. Ow ow ow. You know, I cut out the Weil line about the "marginally employed ex-computer game programmer with thick, knotted sideburns, a 130-pound Akita named Rufo, and a habit of spending weekends in handmade suits of medieval armor" as being too over the top.
(And on the Akita's collar is inscribed "Dum vivimus, vivamus!" I know this, at a gut, bedrock level, even though I have never seen nor heard of this person or his dog.)
Posted by: Carlos | March 05, 2005 at 04:05 AM
"Where else would I have been? The SF-Fantasy section of the Barnes-and-Noble on Rte 17 in Paramus?"
There are two, actually. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Posted by: Bernard Guerrero | March 05, 2005 at 04:52 AM
"Where else would I have been? The SF-Fantasy section of the Barnes-and-Noble on Rte 17 in Paramus?"
There are two, actually. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Yeah, but the southbound one near the Gott und Schneider is much bigger and better than the one on the northbound side closer to the Fortunoff's.
Posted by: A New York City Math Teacher | March 05, 2005 at 05:42 AM
Two further points:
1) the books Gary Hudson favored -- The Mote in God's Eye, a 'first contact' (with aliens) novel with heavy sociobiological and Cold War symbolism, and The Earth Book of Stormgate, an anthology of Poul Anderson's stories set with the same background as the aforementioned Falkayn and Flandry novels, but with a different emphasis -- tell me much less about Hudson's inner life than Weil's choices of Light Years and Slouching Towards Bethlehem do hers.
On the other hand, I am pretty sure that Hudson identifies much more closely with the engineer-heroes-who-face-hard-choices of his favorite books than Weil does with the characters profiled or described in her favorite books.
2) Maybe I should be more worried about the person in Canada who found this blog searching for "the arm of the Devil" than a misunderstood commenter on Making Light.
Posted by: Carlos | March 05, 2005 at 07:07 AM
OK. I basically thought it a very good analysis of the quirks of PA's writing, without any "fannish" excuses for it.
Which I liked very much.
PA interestingly is one of the few SF authors I have read mainly in translation than in the original, so I can't really comment on the accuracy. I think Uncleftish Beholding and maybe a few short stories are the only things I have by PA in english.
Personally I make a distinction between literary Popcorn, which is fun to read and not memorable at all (David Weber comes to mind, for example) and books.
And to make restitution for my misstep, I herewith recommend the best book I've come across in a long time which belongs somewhere in the "fantastic corner" is Matt Ruff's Set this House in Order.
P.S.: What's wrong about handmade armor?
Posted by: TH | March 05, 2005 at 12:16 PM
TH, there's nothing wrong with handmade armor in and of itself.
A correspondent pointed out to me that there was a lot of interfemale hostility in the Weil excerpt, which I hadn't noticed before (and now it seems obvious).
Posted by: Carlos | March 06, 2005 at 04:38 AM
Funny, I was just thinking about Mote, in the context of _Cycle of Fire_ by Hal Clement. There are more similarities between the two books than one might expect, actually, except that Clement is asking "how do we solve this problem?" where N&P are more "How does the glorious Imperial Navy solve this problem?" For some reason, a small difference in the process yields different solutions.
I don't think Americans are writing SF much anymore. Certainly if you chuck the MilSF stuff and look for "what an interesting universe we are in" material, it's thin on the ground. Someone should write some.
Posted by: James Nicoll | March 06, 2005 at 06:43 AM
I agree, and I'm not sure why. Certainly the appetite for non-realist fiction hasn't ebbed. I look at the (insanely rapid) rise of manga in the bookstores and the domestication of magic realism on the bookshelves.
Have you read Greg Costikyan's analysis?
Posted by: Carlos | March 06, 2005 at 11:59 PM
Manga sales benefit from the curious Japanese habit of creating comics aimed at women, who are the important part of the book market.
Posted by: James Nicoll | March 07, 2005 at 04:40 PM
Well, _now_ I've read it. It looks like the sort of superficial and trite analysis one might get from a jaded, middle-aged SF reader. We're certainly not in a golden age for American SF but we don't like in SF friendly times and the genre is just finding its natural level, one or two percent of annual sales, after a fewe decades of unnaturally high sales.
Despite various culls, my collection still gives an overview of SF back into the 1960s and while my tastes are and have always been impecable, I can see there's always been a large fraction of SF that was not only crap but which was constrained by its basic assumptions to be crap. It's just which particular craptastic subgenre dominates changes from decade to decade. 30 years ago we had less elfy welfy stuff and more Kraft Konan Book Product and where we now have That Thar Spaceship Blowed Up Real Good, we used to have Awesome Mind Powers -- better than hygiene! The good stuff was always a small fraction of the total.
Posted by: James Nicoll | March 07, 2005 at 04:51 PM
We're certainly not in a golden age for American SF but we don't like in SF friendly times and the genre is just finding its natural level, one or two percent of annual sales, after a fewe decades of unnaturally high sales.
I hope this is correct. Perhaps SF and its classic writers stood in loco parentis for many Baby Boomers, temporarily expanding its demographics. Which would explain the popularity of the didactic strain as well.
(The timing of the pre-cable burst of sci-fi TV in the late sixties -- not to be repeated, even after Star Wars -- possibly corroborates this.)
On the optimistic side, there's the phenomenon of the Long Tail. On the pessimistic side, there's the collapse of the Western genre.
Science fiction as a generational marker? Like being named Heather. Hmm.
Posted by: Carlos | March 07, 2005 at 05:17 PM
As I recall, the meteoric rise of F&SF sales came in the 1970s, in part because Judy and Lester del Rey figured out how to commodify the genres effectively. Star Wars probably helped.
Hrm. Your basic Mark I Boomer would have been in their 30s in the 1970s, out of uni and with cash to spend, perhaps even pre-child. Now they are a dying breed and I can't imagine retirement increases the amount of money they have to spend...
My take on this is that what US kids get fed about the present is that it's worse than the past and what they get fed about the future is that we're all doomed to waist-deep in melt-water just as the oil runs out, that they will all be working for Wal-Mart and that any attempt to shape the future in a direction they might like to live in is futile. Why would they want to read about that future? It's bad enough they will have to briefly live through it.
I'd look at countries where things are improving (or where people think they are) for decent new SF. Americans under, oh, 30 are very unlikely to be able to write SF (outside carnography, whihc htye can learn from video gmes). It's simply not possible for them to overcome their cultural limitations.
The current market set up probably doesn't help. With about 2% of shelf space for SF, there's not a lot of room for any SF authors and old authors are always safer bets, because they have track records.
Note for the kids: the counter-proof isn't arguing with me, it's writing SF and then getting it published.
Posted by: James Nicoll | March 07, 2005 at 05:44 PM
I'd think that the 1970s, with Ehrlich, the Club of Rome, stagflation, post-Vietnam malaise, Mutually Assured Destruction, and the collapse of 1960s idealism was a much more negative environment for contemplating the future than the past fifteen years.
Perhaps it's because so many of the tropes of classic SF -- robotics, interplanetary exploration, commodification -- are actual careers now? My sister, who is well under that 30-year-old threshold, wrote an undergraduate thesis on a hypothetical next generation of moon missions (and incidentally, she thinks I'm kind of a geek for liking science fiction so much). Has "rocket boosters" in her Friendster profile.
As for Greg Costikyan, I figure that since he's friends with various SF editors, and is a market analyst for the somewhat related field of electronic game publishing, that his rant was a little more than just another jaded middle-aged SF reader's plaint. But maybe he was hoping First Contract would become a best-seller.
Posted by: Carlos | March 07, 2005 at 10:50 PM
The thing that people my age had in the 1970s is the knowledge that people much like us had looked around, seen stuff they didn't like, then successfully changed them for the better (Obviously, this assumes one sees non-whites and women as people). Even if various elements of life were not as one would like, we knew the potential for positive change existed.
Posted by: James Nicoll | March 07, 2005 at 11:03 PM
Really all you needed to say on subcultures was
>Oddly enough, the New York City Math Teacher and I recently had a similar experience getting home brewing supplies.
Frankie "Subcultures? I got your subcultures right here pal" Burdett
Posted by: Francis Burdett | March 09, 2005 at 07:55 PM
Gosh, I'm late to this thread. Apologies. I hope someone's still reading.
Anyhoo. James, I'm not sure where you get that "US kids get fed [that] the present is worse than the past and ... the future is that we're all doomed to waist-deep in melt-water just as the oil runs out."
Uh ... I ... um.
I suppose as much as anyone (save possibly the NYCMT), I'm in contact with plenty of American kids. I'm certainly in plenty of contact with American kids in the 18-22 age groups, both of the elite university type and the heading to Wal-Mart type. (I don't think we can count the one and two year olds my friends have begun spawning.) So I have to ask where you get the following three impressions:
(1) American culture idealizes the past over the present;
(2) American kids think the world is doomed to environmental catastrophe;
(3) Americans kids think that there is no room for positive change anymore.
What am I missing?
Posted by: Noel | March 14, 2005 at 05:15 AM