I recently finished a few books. Monster post incoming.
Continuing my tour through the annals of sci fi literature:
Blue Remembered Earth by Alastair Reynolds. I previously complained about the two main characters, Geoffrey and Sunday, being one-dimensional. I was wrong to do so; I overlooked a second dimension: stupidity. I found myself liking the obnoxious cousins Hector and Lucas, as at least they got shit done. It seems weird to go on about the characters so much, but I do so simply because there was very little plot to speak of. It got a little bit interesting toward the end, and that's about it. It wasn't a bad book, though, and it had some neat ideas. The 'Surveilled World' is an interesting idea, but not very much was done with it. Possibly it will be in the next books. If I read them.
Next was
Way Station by Clifford Simak. This was good fun, a waystation attended by an un-aging human, with lots of interesting aliens passing through, and the politics of the galactic community and interested earth parties investigating the attendant. It was quite moving in places, though rather sentimental. The trouble with this book is that although supposedly addresses themes of war and humanity and... stuff, this mostly just consisted of the main character musing on certain things, only very lightly reflected in the plot, and none of it particularly perceptive or illuminating, and well, I just enjoyed the fun aliens.
Next up was
Babel 17 by Samuel R. Delany. This was mostly excellent. The plot was probably the worst thing, it was a by-the-numbers Quest with a Chosen One, assembling the crew, mysteries on board, the Alien Threat. But this pedestrian format was obscured by all the other cool stuff. Active crew members who are dead - and need to be to perform their job. Body modification such as growing a rose out of one's shoulder, or taking on the partial form of a lion, or a dragon (I can speculate where the bestiality in his later books finds its way in!) Probably the thing this book is best known for is the ideas of how language and thought are connected. The disproved Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, where ideas can't exist without language. One of the characters has no concept of 'I', as it isn't in his language. As speculation, it's really great, the way language in the book changes thought. I very much enjoyed it.
I also finished
Deep Secrets by Niobe Way. This was non-fiction, about how boys want and have close friendships up till early adolescence, in spite of cultures that tell them it's childish and unmasculine, and then how they lose those friendships as they get older, even though they still need them and become increasingly depressed and isolated without them. To begin with I wasn't too sure about all the ideas the author pulled in from all over the place, but I took a break from reading it, then came back to the section where she focuses on the transcripts of the boys who were interviewed, and it was really quite wrenching. The idea that men shouldn't be emotionally vulnerable with each other is cultural and has changed over time; being emotionally literate and invested in relationships is not a girl thing or a gay thing, but a vital part of being human. "By paying attention to the cultural context of boys' and girls' development, as well as the fields of neuroscience, anthropology, developmental psychology, sociology, and primatology, the gender bifurcation of basic human capacities is exposed as a fiction, and the importance of intimate friendships and of close relationships more generally - beliefs shared by our cousins from earlier centuries and by many of our non-American cousins - is remembered". Yeah, I thought this book was great.
Most recently I finished
Cataract City by Craig Davidson. This was really good and had some very nice writing. It's primarily about the friendship between two boys as they grow up in Niagara Falls, one becoming a police officer, the other going to prison, how this happened and how things work out after. It sounds a bit cliched and I guess it was, a little, but it was pretty interesting (particularly reading it at the same time as Deep Secrets). About how places and people suck you in, how some things seem inevitable. Parts of it were really grim, and there was a dog-fighting scene that was nearly as bad as the badger-baiting in The Dig by Cynan Jones (which was awful). The form of it was pretty interesting, book-ended by two huge lost-in-the-woods sections, and it had a kind of mythic quality in some ways.
I am currently listening to
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson. I wasn't expecting it to be great, and it isn't
