<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824</id><updated>2011-10-06T22:28:33.677-05:00</updated><category term='Under Crimson Moons'/><category term='Flandry'/><category term='Mack Reynolds'/><category term='David Gerrold'/><category term='Jack Vance'/><category term='Jerry Pournelle'/><category term='Timothy McVeigh'/><category term='Michael Flynn'/><category term='Robert Silverberg'/><category term='Oklahoma City bombing'/><category term='Asimov&apos;s Science Fiction'/><category term='Alastor'/><category term='Doomsday Book'/><category term='Sigmund Brouwer'/><category term='N. P. B. Barker'/><category term='John Brunner'/><category term='Roger Zelazny'/><category term='Mark S. Hamm'/><category term='Andrew Carnegie'/><category term='Carl Bernstein'/><category term='Mirkheim'/><category term='Double Helix'/><category term='Mark Juergensmeyer'/><category term='A. E. van Vogt'/><category term='John Christopher'/><category term='Poul Anderson'/><category term='Hal Clement'/><category term='James Blish'/><category term='H.P. Lovecraft'/><category term='E. Mayne Hull'/><category term='Keith Laumer'/><category term='Caspak'/><category term='A Life for the Stars'/><category term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><category term='William Hjortsberg'/><category term='Mars'/><category term='Connie Willis'/><category term='Gospel of Wealth'/><category term='Wyst'/><category term='Polesotechnic'/><category term='Jeffrey A. Engel'/><category term='E. E. &quot;Doc&quot; Smith'/><category term='Jo Bower'/><category term='Richard A. Serrano'/><category term='Apocalypse in Oklahoma'/><category term='Charles Stross'/><category term='Hillary Clinton'/><category term='Barsoom'/><category term='Gordon R. Dickson'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Larry Niven'/><category term='Pellucidar'/><title type='text'>Stranger than Science Fiction</title><subtitle type='html'>Reviews of science fiction novels, magazines, short story collections, and anything else I happen to read. This blog is no longer being updated.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-3370002998541661646</id><published>2007-12-10T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:27:06.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin</title><content type='html'>This blog will no longer be updated. I started the blog to explore a different way of publishing my book reviews (I was bored and looking for purpose in life). It's been fun (not really), and I've learned a lot about Blogger in the process (it sucks). But ultimately, the blog must give me something of value (I want my own groupies) to justify the time and effort I spend maintaining it (I'm really lazy). After six months of updates, the blog has given me nothing of significant value (snarky comments by Thainamu don't count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to write my book reviews. They will continue to be available online at &lt;a href="http://luforum.dyndns.org/strangerthansf/"&gt;http://luforum.dyndns.org/strangerthansf/&lt;/a&gt;, or you can subscribe to my &lt;a href="http://luforum.dyndns.org/strangerthansf/brweb/rss.xml"&gt;RSS newsfeed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-3370002998541661646?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/3370002998541661646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=3370002998541661646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3370002998541661646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3370002998541661646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/12/fin.html' title='Fin'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-491125771679479128</id><published>2007-12-05T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:07.131-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caspak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><title type='text'>The Land That Time Forgot, by Edgar Rice Burroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R1TLtiL7s8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LbXV4A5WMIQ/s1600-R/burroughs-landthattimeforgot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R1TLtiL7s8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XtV4dMcVFWY/s320/burroughs-landthattimeforgot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139957057867985858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 153&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Land That Time Forgot&lt;/i&gt; is the first of Edgar Rice Burroughs's Caspak trilogy. It begins with terror on the high seas: a German submarine torpedoes an American liner in the English Channel. Our hero, young Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., clings to life in a single surviving lifeboat. He rescues his dog, Nobs, and a beautiful young woman named Lys La Rue--whom he instantly falls in love with.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The three are picked up by an English tug, which has the misfortune to run into the same German submarine which sunk the American liner. This time, the Allies get the upper hand. They trick the Germans and storm the submarine, taking control of &lt;i&gt;U-33&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Tyler and the rest try to sail the submarine into an English port, but sabotage by the German prisoners (or somebody) gets them lost. They stumble upon the lost island of Caprona in the Antarctic Sea. Caprona--or Caspak, as the natives call it--is a huge island rearing hundreds of feet out of the sea. The sides are sheer impassable cliffs. Over the cliffs, on Caspak, lies an ancient primitive land from Earth's forgotten past. Volcanic heat creates a tropical atmosphere that supports lush forests. Dinosaurs and savage, pre-historic beasts roam the land. Ape men eke out a meagre existence. Out of oil for the submarine's engines and out of food and water for the men, Tyler and his crew must survive on Caspak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Most don't survive, of course. And the German prisoners are up to no good. This book was written during the first World War, and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It's a good book, marred by a few throwaway lines of subtle racism.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Land That Time Forgot&lt;/i&gt; is out of copyright. It is freely and legally available online at Project Gutenberg: &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext96/tlttf11.txt"&gt;The Land That Time Forgot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-491125771679479128?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/491125771679479128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=491125771679479128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/491125771679479128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/491125771679479128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/12/land-that-time-forgot-by-edgar-rice.html' title='The Land That Time Forgot, by Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R1TLtiL7s8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XtV4dMcVFWY/s72-c/burroughs-landthattimeforgot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6324814532153414360</id><published>2007-12-03T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:07.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polesotechnic'/><title type='text'>The Day of Their Return, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R1NstCL7s7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/eVhHw94CHwU/s1600-R/anderson-dayoftheirreturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R1NstCL7s7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9Ym7wH5_Gl0/s320/anderson-dayoftheirreturn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139571120696701874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 185&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Minor&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The conflict between Mersia and the Terran Empire is a primary focus of all Poul Anderson's Technic series books. &lt;i&gt;The Day of Their Return&lt;/i&gt; is no different. Commissioner Chunderban Desai is sent to the frontier planet Aeneas, to restore order after a recent insurrection. The recalcitrant Aeneans still desire independence. The Terran Empire is afraid the Mersians will try to use Aeneas to drive a wedge into the Empire and hasten the beginning of the Long Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The seeds of rebellion are still strong on Aeneas. Young Ivar Frederikson, Firstman of Ilion, stirs the people's hearts when he attempts an attack on a Terran patrol. The attack fails and Ivar is forced into hiding; Commissioner Desai tries to bring him to justice, but is constrained because he fears to create a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  While Ivar hides out among various nomadic groups, strange things are going on elsewhere. Aycharaych, a mind-reading Mersian agent, is loose on Aeneas. An Ythrian agent is also operating on Aeneas--and Ivar hopes to secure Ythrian aid for the Aenean independence movement. Finally, the prophet Jaan claims that the fabled Elder Race--which built the ancient ruins on Aeneas--will shortly return and free the people.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Minor spoiler: the nomadic tinerans of Aeneas keep pets which they call lucks, and which the Ythrians call slinkers. Unbeknownst to the tinerans, the slinkers are emotional amplifiers, reflecting emotions back at those around them.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Day of Their Return&lt;/i&gt; to be one of Anderson's better books. It rates a strong 3. I wanted to give it a 4, but Anderson doesn't follow up on the slinkers--they're a throwaway plot element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6324814532153414360?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6324814532153414360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6324814532153414360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6324814532153414360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6324814532153414360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-of-their-return-by-poul-anderson.html' title='The Day of Their Return, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R1NstCL7s7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9Ym7wH5_Gl0/s72-c/anderson-dayoftheirreturn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6097451335023001311</id><published>2007-11-28T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:07.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blish'/><title type='text'>The Warriors of Day, by James Blish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R0t8gzYtcVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wiRh5kswnwU/s1600-h/blish-warriorsofday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R0t8gzYtcVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wiRh5kswnwU/s320/blish-warriorsofday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137336702937690450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 160&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: The Warriors of Day are giants who eat Moby Dick for a snack, like a sardine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Warriors of Day&lt;/i&gt; is a useless book. It would never be published today, but standards were lower in the 1950s. The book starts out promisingly: Tipton Bond goes toe-to-toe with a Kodiak bear and emerges the victor. It's a gripping fight scene. But the book goes downhill quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tipton Bond finds himself magically transported to another world, called Xota. On Xota he stumbles upon the Temple of Mahrt, where he discovers that he is the Sword of Mahrt. Apparently, the Warriors of Day have vowed to destroy Xota as part of their quest for galactic domination. The legends tell of the god Mahrt, who will call forth his Sword to defeat the giant Warriors of Day.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It's all ludicrous and not in the least interesting. Tipton Bond taps into the planetary consciousness of Xota, which has some sort of gaia collective subconscious mind. He uses that power to destroy the huge spaceships of the Warriors of Day. It's all rather inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It's too bad &lt;i&gt;The Warriors of Day&lt;/i&gt; is such a poor book. Blish is a good writer, and flashes of his brilliance show through. But the plot is so utterly outlandish that it comes across as nothing but a cheap third-rate fantasy. I am tempted to give it a rating of 1, but it isn't quite that actively bad. &lt;i&gt;The Warriors of Day&lt;/i&gt; rates a 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6097451335023001311?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6097451335023001311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6097451335023001311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6097451335023001311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6097451335023001311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/warriors-of-day-by-james-blish.html' title='The Warriors of Day, by James Blish'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/R0t8gzYtcVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wiRh5kswnwU/s72-c/blish-warriorsofday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4146854320148805352</id><published>2007-11-26T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:07.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jo Bower'/><title type='text'>The Twins of Zae, by Jo Bower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rz5xFzYtcUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ykyqEHOXSMk/s1600-h/bower-twinsofzae.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rz5xFzYtcUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ykyqEHOXSMk/s320/bower-twinsofzae.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133664969756078402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 1&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 364&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Minor&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Even Ahab hates this book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Twins of Zae&lt;/i&gt; is not the worst book I've ever read, but it's close. It reproduces all the faults of the previous book, &lt;i&gt;The Tells of Cutezar&lt;/i&gt;. It is nothing but unacknowledged Star Trek fanfiction, with only one original element thrown in: religion. Imagine Star Trek, except instead of Gene Roddenberry's humanist conception of mankind, a deep commitment to religion underlies everything. Instead of a ship's counselor, the &lt;i&gt;USS M. Curie&lt;/i&gt; has Chaplain Craig Lea, who is the most popular man on board. Everybody, and I mean everybody, comes to vespers, even the token atheist (who will no doubt come to know Christ in one of the sequels.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the previous book, Chaplain Craig Lea talked to the Cutezarians about their god, the Spirit of All Things. The central theme of the book was Craig's discovery that the Spirit of All Things is the same as Jehovah God. The Cutezarians worship the one true god, and have their own revelation from Him. Jo Bower shows that she is indeed a one trick pony: in &lt;i&gt;The Twins of Zae&lt;/i&gt;, Craig talks to the Zaetherians and deduces that the Presence they worship is the same as Jehovah God. Seriously? Did I read that whole rotten book just to find that out? IT'S THE SAME THING AS THE PREVIOUS BOOK! Give me something new, Bower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Twins of Zae&lt;/i&gt; is marked by a lack of internal conflict, just like &lt;i&gt;The Tells of Cutezar&lt;/i&gt;. That may surprise you, given that the first half of the book is about social upheaval on Zaetheria. The planet Zaetheria is populated by sets of males twins who rule over the inferior people: the females and the single-born males. Varkma and Vantheria, a set of mixed twins (boy and girl) spur huge changes when they challenge the cultural assumption that male twins are superior. It seems like there would be a huge conflict, given that they are challenging the natural order upon which all Zaetherian society is based. But no. The opposition is perfunctory. Bower would have you believe this struggle is akin to the Civil Rights movement, or to the women's rights movement. But it's not so. The Zaetherians make a few feeble objections, but the whole society quickly embraces the new social order, with everyone--male twins, female twins, mixed twins, and single-borns--having equal rights and privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gripes about the writing, too. Jo Bower needs an editor. Her characters never say anything, they always laugh, chuckle, quiz, add, or lament. It's a rookie mistake. You think say and said are boring, so you try to spice things up. What you get is cringe-inducing amateurish prose. An editor can fix those mistakes. An editor can also point out dangling plot elements. For example, Jo Bower introduces a set of robot toys called Sumintras, then drops that plot device completely. Has Bower never heard of Chekhov's Gun? "If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there." Jo Bower introduces the Sumintra toy robots and then never does anything with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, let's discuss typesetting. Choosing a good font is important. &lt;i&gt;The Twins of Zae&lt;/i&gt; fails, badly. The first half of the book revolves around Chaplain Craig Lea reading a novel about Zaetheria. The novel text is presented in all caps. All caps is hard on the eyes. And the font is bad, too: the letters look too similar. For example, the D and O are almost identical. The result is a book that is a chore to read because you have to struggle to decipher the font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling generous, so &lt;i&gt;The Twins of Zae&lt;/i&gt; gets my lowest score ever: 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4146854320148805352?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4146854320148805352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4146854320148805352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4146854320148805352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4146854320148805352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/twins-of-zae-by-jo-bower.html' title='The Twins of Zae, by Jo Bower'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rz5xFzYtcUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ykyqEHOXSMk/s72-c/bower-twinsofzae.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4432680442129109724</id><published>2007-11-21T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:08.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Stross'/><title type='text'>Missile Gap, by Charles Stross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rz0d6DYtcTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6VnpxX9ZcUA/s1600-h/stross-missilegap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rz0d6DYtcTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6VnpxX9ZcUA/s320/stross-missilegap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133292033450799410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This short novel--really more of a novella--begins with a bizarre premise. At the height of the Cold War, the Earth suddenly becomes flat. Instead of a spinning globe wheeling through space, all the continents and oceans of Earth are spread out on an enormous flat disc. And the disc is unfathomably huge: its surface area can hold billions of Earths. In the oceans beyond the continents of Earth lie strange continents peopled by unhuman beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Humanity has no idea how it has come to be transported to the disc, but the change has severe geopolitical consequences. The nuclear deterrence between the superpowers is based on the ability to launch missiles in a polar orbit; polar orbits no longer exist, and nuclear missiles from America can no longer reach the Soviet Union. Consequently, the Soviets overrun Europe, and extend communism across their continent.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Both superpowers explore the unknown continents on the disk. The Soviets send Yuri Gagarin off in a huge Ekranoplan (a ground-effect aircraft), on a five year cruise to "boldly go where no Soviet man has gone before, explore new worlds and look for new peoples, and to establish fraternal socialist relations with them." Gagarin's expedition discovers an eerie secret: there are other Earths on this disc, and one of these alternate Earths has been destroyed in a nuclear holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It's a pretty good book, and it's short enough to read in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You can read &lt;i&gt;Missile Gap&lt;/i&gt; online for free at &lt;a href="http://subterraneanpress.com/index.php/magazine/spring2007/fiction-missile-gap-by-charles-stross/"&gt;Subterranean Press&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4432680442129109724?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4432680442129109724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4432680442129109724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4432680442129109724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4432680442129109724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/missile-gap-by-charles-stross.html' title='Missile Gap, by Charles Stross'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rz0d6DYtcTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6VnpxX9ZcUA/s72-c/stross-missilegap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-180852258763813053</id><published>2007-11-19T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:53:11.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.P. Lovecraft'/><title type='text'>The Horror in the Museum, by H.P. Lovecraft and others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rzpy1LzwFeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lKizPXNDCfA/s1600-h/lovecraft-horrormuseum.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rzpy1LzwFeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lKizPXNDCfA/s400/lovecraft-horrormuseum.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132540983370585570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Pages: 453&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Minor&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not Lovecraft's best stories. The early ones particularly show a lot of racist sentiment. &lt;i&gt;Medusa's Coil&lt;/i&gt; relies on a racist premise as a key plot point: Marceline is revealed to be black (which is supposed to be the ultimate horror.) I found &lt;i&gt;The Last Test&lt;/i&gt; to be interesting enough to hold my attention, though not unpredictable. &lt;i&gt;The Mound&lt;/i&gt; is better; the exploration of the subterranean world makes the story worthwhile. My favorite story, by far, is &lt;i&gt;'Till 'A the Seas'&lt;/i&gt;. Also good are &lt;i&gt;The Horror at Martin's Beach&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Loved Dead&lt;/i&gt;. The rest are second-rate fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Note on the Texts&lt;/i&gt;, by S. T. Joshi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lovecraft's "Revisions"&lt;/i&gt;, by August Derleth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Green Meadow&lt;/i&gt;, by Elizabeth Berkeley and Lewis Theobald, Jun. - A meteorite contains a notebook with a message from a man who has passed over to The Green Meadow, "where young men are infinitely old."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Crawling Chaos&lt;/i&gt;, by by Elizabeth Berkeley and Lewis Theobald, Jun. - A drug-induced vision of the end of the earth. "And when the smoke cleared away, and I sought to look upon the earth, I beheld against the background of cold, humorous stars only the dying sun and the pale mournful planets searching for their sister."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Last Test&lt;/i&gt;, by Adolphe de Castro - Dr. Alfred Clarendon experiments with a deadly black plague, which is revealed to be not of this world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Electric Executioner&lt;/i&gt;, by Adolphe de Castro - A train ride with a madman and an electric chair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Curse of Yig&lt;/i&gt;, by Zealia Bishop - The snake-god Yig wreaks his vengeance on an Oklahoma family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Mound&lt;/i&gt;, by Zealia Bishop - A mound patrolled by a phantasmic Indian guard is a gateway into a vast subterranean world of Tsathoggua worshippers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Medusa's Coil&lt;/i&gt;, by Zelia Bishop - Marceline, the wife of a young American man, is actually a fantastically ancient evil being.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Man of Stone&lt;/i&gt;, by Hazel Heald - To get revenge on his cheating wife, a degenerate hillbilly perfects a potion that turns people to stone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Horror in the Museum&lt;/i&gt;, by Hazel Heald - Spending the night in a wax museum filled with living horrors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winged Death&lt;/i&gt;, by Hazel Heald - Mad scientist murders fellow scientist with a strange African disease spread by fly bites--but those bitten by the flies lose their souls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out of the Aeons&lt;/i&gt;, by Hazel Heald - An old statue found in the Pacific Ocean is actually a living man, frozen forever because he looked upon the god Ghatanothoa without carrying the proper protective charms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Horror in the Burying-Ground&lt;/i&gt;, by Hazel Heald - Burying people alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Diary of Alonzo Typer&lt;/i&gt;, by William Lumley - Diary of a man whose old family home draws him in and kills him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Horror at Martin's Beach&lt;/i&gt;, by Sonia H. Greene - A lurking sea creature engages the villagers in a macabre tug of war.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashes&lt;/i&gt;, by C.M. Eddy, Jr. - Mad scientists turns assistant's girlfriend to ashes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Ghost-Eater&lt;/i&gt;, by C.M. Eddy, Jr. - A traveller through the forest at night stays with a strange old man/werewolf who tries to eat his soul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Loved Dead&lt;/i&gt;, by C.M. Eddy, Jr. - A twisted serial killer gets his only satisfaction from surrounding himself with death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deaf, Dumb, and Blind&lt;/i&gt;, by C.M. Eddy, Jr. - A blind deaf-mute records his final moments on a typewriter as some horrible presence draws near.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two Black Bottles&lt;/i&gt;, by Wilfred Blanch Talman - The undead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Trap&lt;/i&gt;, by Henry S. Whitehead - A sorcerer traps a young boy in a mirror.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tree on the Hill&lt;/i&gt;, by Duane W. Rimel - A tree on a hill is a glimpse into another world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Disinterment&lt;/i&gt;, by Duane W. Rimel - Mad scientist transplants the narrator's head onto a non-human body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Till A’ the Seas’&lt;/i&gt;, by R. H. Barlow - The extinction of mankind comes at the hands of a merciless, scorching sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Night Ocean&lt;/i&gt;, by R. H. Barlow - A vacationer spies something unhuman in the ancient sea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-180852258763813053?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/180852258763813053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=180852258763813053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/180852258763813053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/180852258763813053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/horror-in-museum-by-hp-lovecraft-and.html' title='The Horror in the Museum, by H.P. Lovecraft and others'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rzpy1LzwFeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lKizPXNDCfA/s72-c/lovecraft-horrormuseum.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7863590555521776640</id><published>2007-11-14T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:08.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Christopher'/><title type='text'>The Pool of Fire, by John Christopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyktOJHBm_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QpwuuXDrMDE/s1600-h/christopher-pooloffire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyktOJHBm_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QpwuuXDrMDE/s200/christopher-pooloffire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127679371724823538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 218&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Major&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The final installment of the Tripods trilogy is as good as the previous book. In &lt;i&gt;The City of Gold and Lead&lt;/i&gt;, Will Parker and Fritz infiltrate the Tripods' domed city. Will escapes from the city and brings back much-needed information about the Masters, including the news that the Masters are planning to destroy the Earth's atmosphere. Humanity has only a few short years to defeat the Tripods before every last creature on Earth will choke to death in the poisonous air of the Masters.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Pool of Fire&lt;/i&gt; moves quickly. Will and Fritz spend a year traveling through Asia recruiting freedom-minded boys to their cause. Then Will helps the Resistance capture a Tripod and kidnap a living Master for their scientists to study. Will serves as the Master's prison guard, and inadvertently makes a discovery: alcohol incapacitates the Masters.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  That leads to a plan: small teams will sneak into the Masters' domed cities and dump alcohol into the city water supply. Will and Fritz are chosen to lead the attack on the domed city in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The attacks succeed. The Masters are incapacitated, and the Resistance cracks the city domes, asphyxiating the Masters in Earth's oxygen atmosphere. Except at one city: the attack on the domed city on the Panama Canal fails.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Resistance has a backup plans: primitive airplanes and bombs. This plan fails too. The backup backup plan is balloons and bombs. Will, Fritz, and Henry are among the balloonists who attack the domed city. The attack is nearly a failure, because the bombs keep bouncing off the city dome before exploding. Finally Henry lands his balloon on the dome, and, cradling his bomb and holding it against the dome, sacrifices his life to ensure the bomb cracks the dome. Teh Masters are defeated.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Pool of Fire&lt;/i&gt;--and the whole Tripods trilogy--makes a big deal of Will's shortcomings. Will, as the first-person narrator, is frank about his impatience, his rashness, and his foolish pride. His struggle to control himself is a constant throughout the story.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  John Christopher comments on humanity, too. When the Masters are defeated, Will assumes that men will remain united. Why should they war with one another, as they did in the past? That would be foolish. But Will is in for a shock. At the first Conference of Man, bitter partisanship rules the day. The Americans and the Chinese leave in a huff, the Germans blame the French for instigating trouble, and the English delegation withdraws in disgust. Will, Fritz, and Beanpole realize that although they have defeated the Masters, their work is not done.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Fritz said, "I think perhaps I will give up my farming. There are things more important."&lt;br /&gt;  Beanpole said, "I'm with you."&lt;br /&gt;  Fritz shook his head. "It is different for you. Your work is important, mine not."&lt;br /&gt;  "Not as important as this," Beanpole said. "What about you, Will? Are you ready for a new fight--a longer, less exciting one, with no great triumphs at the end? Will you leave your seas and islands, and help us try to get men to live together, in peace as well as liberty? An Englishman, a German, and a Frenchman: it would be a good start."&lt;br /&gt;  The air was cold but exhilarating. A gust of wind scattered powdery snow from the face of Jungfrau.&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes," I said, "I'll leave my seas and islands."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7863590555521776640?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7863590555521776640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7863590555521776640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7863590555521776640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7863590555521776640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/pool-of-fire-by-john-christopher.html' title='The Pool of Fire, by John Christopher'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyktOJHBm_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QpwuuXDrMDE/s72-c/christopher-pooloffire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5144031699327342268</id><published>2007-11-12T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:12.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Christopher'/><title type='text'>The City of Gold and Lead, by John Christopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyFRE5HBm-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ltduM-q_KT4/s1600-h/christopher-cityofgoldandlead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyFRE5HBm-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ltduM-q_KT4/s200/christopher-cityofgoldandlead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125466995415948258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 218&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Major&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The second book in the Tripods trilogy is far better than the first. &lt;i&gt;The White Mountains&lt;/i&gt; chronicles the adventures of three young boys on their journey to the community of free men in the Swiss Alps. In &lt;i&gt;The City of Gold and Lead&lt;/i&gt;, the free men decide to strike back against the Tripods that rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  But first they need information. Little is known about the Tripods, and nobody has ever entered the Tripods' huge domed city and returned. The Resistance comes up with a plan. Will, Beanpole, and Fritz Eger are fitted with false Caps sent to compete in the Games. The winners in each sport are selected to serve the Tripods in the City. If the boys win, they must gather as much information as they can, and escape the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Will wins the boxing championship, and Fritz wins the sprint. Both are selected by the Tripods. Inside the great domed city, they meet the Masters. The Tripods are merely mechanical vehicles. The Masters are tall, thin, tripedal, tentacled, hideously ugly creatures. They breathe a poisonous atmosphere--hence the domed city. Will, Fritz, and the other slaves wear gas masks as they serve the Masters.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Will and Fritz gather much information about the Masters. Will's Master is particularly forthcoming, and he confides to Will that the Earth will soon be rendered uninhabitable for humans. A thousand great atmosphere will spew out the poisonous concoction the Masters breathe, and soon the world will be ready for fullscale colonization. All this is set to occur within four years.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Shocked--the Resistance had expected to have decades to plan a decisive strike against the Tripods--Will and Fritz realize they must escape immediately. The Resistance must be warned so they can act right away.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The City of Gold and Lead&lt;/i&gt; is a fun book. My one objection is that Beanpole should never have been permitted to compete in the Games. His brilliant mind and his inventiveness would have been too precious to risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5144031699327342268?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5144031699327342268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5144031699327342268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5144031699327342268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5144031699327342268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/city-of-gold-and-lead-by-john.html' title='The City of Gold and Lead, by John Christopher'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyFRE5HBm-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ltduM-q_KT4/s72-c/christopher-cityofgoldandlead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7066446829469878016</id><published>2007-11-07T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:13.073-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Christopher'/><title type='text'>The White Mountains, by John Christopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:10px 10px 10px 10x;cursor:pointer; zcursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyFEz5HBm9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/0cvUHMJAiBs/s200/christopher-whitemountains.jpg" aborder="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125453509218638802" /&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 214&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Minor&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My dad read the Tripod books to me when I was a kid. When I saw a set at Half Price Books, I had to buy them. &lt;i&gt;The White Mountains&lt;/i&gt; is not as good as I remembered. The book does little more than set the stage for the sequels. The sequels are awesome, though, so it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Giant metals tripods from outer space enslave humanity. People live simply in rustic villages. Technology as basic as clockmaking has been lost. They tell dimly-remembered stories about the time before the Tripods came, when men overpopulated the Earth and fought wars amongst themselves. At the age of 14, every boy and girl is Capped. The metal Cap melds with the skull and ensures complete loyalty to the Tripods.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In a small hamlet in England, a 13-year-old boy named Will Parker has just lost his only friend. He has just watched his only friend Jack get Capped; Jack is now a man, his personality has changed, and Will realizes he wants no part of Capping.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A passing Vagrant called Ozymandius notices Will's dissatisfaction, and tells him about a community of free men. He tells Will to travel south, cross the English Channel, and continue on the the White Mountains. There, in the cold mountains where the Tripods never go, he will find the last remaining community of free men.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Will sets off to find the White Mountains. He picks up traveling companions: Henry, a boy from his village; and later Beanpole, a brilliant young French boy with a penchant for inventing. Together they find the White Mountains--but not before they have a run-in with a Tripod, which Will manages to destroy with a hand grenade scavenged from a weapons cache in a bomb-out subway.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Most of the action is boring, though. We learn very little about the Tripods--that comes in the sequel, &lt;i&gt;The City of Gold and Lead&lt;/i&gt;. Beanpole is annoying--he keeps trying to invent things like the steam engine. And half the book is about how hungry the boys are, because they have to subsist by stealing food along the way. That's realistic, but it's not an interesting story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7066446829469878016?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7066446829469878016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7066446829469878016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7066446829469878016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7066446829469878016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/white-mountains-by-john-christopher.html' title='The White Mountains, by John Christopher'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyFEz5HBm9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/0cvUHMJAiBs/s72-c/christopher-whitemountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6236603624255323045</id><published>2007-11-05T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:13.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><title type='text'>At the Earth's Core, by Edgar Rice Burroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyE7rJHBm8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/l-VHGRRWfUI/s1600-h/burroughs-earthscore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyE7rJHBm8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/l-VHGRRWfUI/s320/burroughs-earthscore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125443463290133442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 210&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Minor&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Edgar Rice Burroughs has a pretty good formula. A hero gets stranded in a strange alien world, sees a princess, and falls in love. The princess is kidnapped, and the hero rescues her. Along the way everybody does lots of fighting with swords, knives, arrows, and other honorable weapons. &lt;i&gt;At the Earth's Core&lt;/i&gt; does not deviate from the formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The alien world is Pellicudar, a world inside the hollow crust of the Earth. A tiny sun at the center of the Earth provides eternal daylight in Pellucidar. Without day and night, time in Pellucidar is variable. What seems a month to one man--as he fights his way through the savage jungle--is a mere hour for his companion studying quietly in a library. It's a ludicrous concept, but no more so than the idea of a hollow Earth.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The hero is David Innes. No Tarzan or John Carter, Innes is nonetheless a true Burroughs hero: athletic, educated, but a man of bold action rather than study. The love interest is Dian the Beautiful. Unfortunately for Innes, in his ignorance of Pellucidarian culture, he offends her grievously. He must go after her, but he is captured and enslaved by the Mahars.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Mahars are intelligent winged dinosaurs, and are the dominant species in Pellucidar. They are served by the Sagoths, a race of primitive ape-men. Together, they enslave the true men of Pellucidar. Innes and his companions escape from the Mahars, Innes gets the girl, and then--in a surprise twist that surprises no one--Innes unites the men of Pellucidar and frees them from the tyranny of the Mahars. Hooray for happy endings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6236603624255323045?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6236603624255323045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6236603624255323045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6236603624255323045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6236603624255323045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-earths-core-by-edgar-rice-burroughs.html' title='At the Earth&apos;s Core, by Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyE7rJHBm8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/l-VHGRRWfUI/s72-c/burroughs-earthscore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5612899507161600833</id><published>2007-10-31T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:13.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Gerrold'/><title type='text'>Space Skimmer, by David Gerrold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyADHJHBm7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/h_8-sKhjB_g/s1600-h/gerrold-spaceskimmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyADHJHBm7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/h_8-sKhjB_g/s200/gerrold-spaceskimmer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125099797186976690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 218&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mass, a young man from the heavy world of Streinveldt, is on a quest to find out what happened to the Empire. Once it had spanned thousands of planets. Then one day, centuries ago, the Empire simply disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Mass leaves from Streinveldt, which no one has done for hundreds of years. He quickly uncovers a link between the Empire's collapse and the invention of a new kind of super-fast spaceship: the Space Skimmers. Naturally, Mass tracks down a Space Skimmer. It is a pure energy construct, controlled via the mind. Along the way, Mass picks up some unwelcome friends, including an unlucky young prince named Tapper. Tapper, although his royal line has been bred for luck, is extraordinarily unlucky. He appeals to Mass to transport him to Liadne, where he can be treated for his unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Mass reluctantly agrees to help Tapper. In their adventures together, Mass learns more about the Empire's collapse.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The plot of &lt;i&gt;Space Skimmer&lt;/i&gt; is good enough, and Gerrold acknowledges his debt to Niven for the whole "breeding for luckiness" idea. But the best part is the poetry. Gerrold sprinkles the book with poems and songs, and for once, I read and enjoyed the poetry. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want their crimson skies, nor their weeping, bleeding suns, &lt;br /&gt;Nor their haunted glowing auras, nor their atmospheres that run, &lt;br /&gt;I won't breathe their rusty airs of colors not like blue, &lt;br /&gt;The sky of home has a yellow sun; the yellow sun is you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand erect on a cloudless day beneath your yellow light, &lt;br /&gt;I'll bare my head and breathe deep breaths; the colors will be bright, &lt;br /&gt;No goggles dim, no breathing mask, no pressure suit to bind, &lt;br /&gt;I'll take my home-filled sky with me, for I can't leave it behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ere I go, I'll pledge to you this timeless bright blue dream,&lt;br /&gt;Home is for the wanderer an ever-changing stream,&lt;br /&gt;He never drinks from it so sweet a draft as sweet as this--&lt;br /&gt;As sweet and tumbling easy as love's first tender kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory so sweet and clear, it must be taken with,&lt;br /&gt;And kindled into life again, by sunlight and by myth.&lt;br /&gt;On hills so far from you that your light has not yet roamed,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep your bright blue sky, for the bright blue sky is home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5612899507161600833?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5612899507161600833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5612899507161600833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5612899507161600833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5612899507161600833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/space-skimmer-by-david-gerrold.html' title='Space Skimmer, by David Gerrold'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RyADHJHBm7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/h_8-sKhjB_g/s72-c/gerrold-spaceskimmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4916402209609393950</id><published>2007-10-29T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:13.698-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Vance'/><title type='text'>Star King, by Jack Vance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx6MT2qRnKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UlwPTwUOxjk/s1600-h/vance-starking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx6MT2qRnKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UlwPTwUOxjk/s320/vance-starking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124687698712435874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 160&lt;br /&gt;  Spoilers?: Minor&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Star King&lt;/i&gt; is the first of the &lt;i&gt;Demon Princes&lt;/i&gt; novels. The hero is Kirth Gersen. Not Keith Gersen, as the blurb on the back of the Daw paperback says. Oh well. At least Daw SF paperbacks are plentiful. They're probably my favorite line of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kirth Gersen is a complex protagonist, but unlike a typical Vance character, he is not wholly self-centered. Orphaned, he was raised by his grandfather. His childhood consisted of training for a lifelong mission: to rid the galaxy of evil men. Gersen's grandfather left him a letter:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Actually the triumph [of good over evil] consists of two processes: first evil must be extinguished, then good must be introduced to fill the gap. It is impossible that a man should be equally efficacious in both functions. Good and evil, in spite of traditional fallacy, are not polarities, nor mirror images, nor is one merely the absence of the other. In order to minimize confusion, your work will be the destruction of evil men.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Gersen's first task is to find and kill the five pirate captains who operate in the Beyond, outside of the reach of the Oikumene. The first of these five Demon Princes that Gersen goes after is Attel Malagate. The true identity of Malagate "The Woe" is a jealously guarded secret. In Smade's Tavern on the desolate Smade's Planet, Gersen witnesses the murder of one Lugo Teehalt. The murder was ordered by Malagate, so Gersen follows the trail of the hitmen in an attempt to locate Malagate.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Gersen traces Malagate to the campus of Sea Province University on Alphanor. Malagate's alter ego is apparently an academic: but which one? Gersen's attempts to ferret out the identity of Malagate come up empty. At the same time, Gersen strikes up a romance with the university secretary, Pallis Atwrode. He becomes introspective, wondering whether he will ever have a normal life. If his life's work is to destroy evil men, then, as his grandfather told him, "you may never know a life of peace. However, I guarantee you ample satisfaction, for I will teach you to crave the blood of these men more than the flesh of woman." Gersen wonders if he ever had a real choice; his life's work was thrust upon him before he had the chance to decide for himself, and now he finds himself unable to deviate from the path his grandfather laid out.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Getting back to the matter at hand, Gersen narrows down the search for Malagate, and hatches an ingenious plan to learn Malagate's identity. Using the monitor filament from Teehalt's spaceship--which he stole on Smade's Planet--Gersen lures three university administrators out into the Beyond. They are searching for an uncolonized idyllic planet whose location is recorded only on Teehalt's monitor filament.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Gersen wins, of course. He has to. Well, he doesn't have to. This is a Jack Vance story, after all, and Vance would just as soon kill off his hero as let him win. That's what I love about Vance. He creates weird settings, populates them with complex characters that have their own motivations, and then doesn't force the characters to act in ways that are contrived to advance the plot. You never know quite what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Star King&lt;/i&gt; rates a solid four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4916402209609393950?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4916402209609393950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4916402209609393950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4916402209609393950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4916402209609393950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/star-king-by-jack-vance.html' title='Star King, by Jack Vance'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx6MT2qRnKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UlwPTwUOxjk/s72-c/vance-starking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4826022329567372622</id><published>2007-10-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:14.267-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Brunner'/><title type='text'>The Shockwave Rider, by John Brunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx1lp2qRnHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g8GFCBgw4qg/s1600-h/brunner-shockwaverider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx1lp2qRnHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g8GFCBgw4qg/s320/brunner-shockwaverider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124363720739363954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 280&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The world of &lt;i&gt;The Shockwave Rider&lt;/i&gt; is dominated by the plug-in lifestyle. Citizens live fast-paced, high-tech lives, never putting down roots. People change jobs, change apartments, change friends as easily and as thoughtlessly as they change their clothes. One man, Nickie Haflinger, is a natural genius at writing worms. He can log into the net from any v-phone and punch in a worm to change his identity, or to manipulate the stock markets. His ability is critical, because he is running from the big bad government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, although John Brunner got a lot of things right, he got it wrong when it comes to surveillance: we don't need to be worried about the government as much as we do about private businesses. In &lt;i&gt;The Shockwave Rider&lt;/i&gt;, the only malevolent force is the corrupt government. In the real world, corruption exists everywhere that power exists--government &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; private industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, Brunner falls back on his familiar socialist propaganda. Nickie Haflinger outwits the government hounds by writing a worm to reveal all the government's corruption. That's fair enough. But he's not content to stop there: Nickie offers the citizens two propositions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THE CONTENT OF THE PROPOSITIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: That this is a rich planet. Therefore poverty and hunger are unworthy of it, and since we can abolish them, we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: That we are a civilized species. Therefore none shall henceforth gain illicit advantage by reason of the fact that together we know more than one of us can know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx1mHWqRnJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sVUH8wzSPnQ/s1600-h/brunner-shockwaverider2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx1mHWqRnJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sVUH8wzSPnQ/s200/brunner-shockwaverider2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124364227545504914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brunner would have you believe the correct vote to both propositions is Yes. But it isn't. Proposition #1 states that "this is a rich planet," which is a meaningless statement. A planet cannot be rich. Earth has many natural resources, but none of these are useful or valuable until an industrious, enterprising man figures out how to make good use of them. That is the source of property--and hence, ownership. A better proposition would be "That we are an industrious and enterprising people." But that doesn't segue into the whole socialist agenda of eliminating poverty and hunger, because it requires that each man work for his own living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second proposition is basically asking the people to choose between secrecy and transparency. I would choose transparency, but it's phrased in such a way as to make business seem an evil endeavor. Brunner's collectivist leanings betray themselves again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4826022329567372622?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4826022329567372622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4826022329567372622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4826022329567372622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4826022329567372622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/shockwave-rider-by-john-brunner.html' title='The Shockwave Rider, by John Brunner'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rx1lp2qRnHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g8GFCBgw4qg/s72-c/brunner-shockwaverider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2204415926306059792</id><published>2007-10-22T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:14.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Zelazny'/><title type='text'>Today We Choose Faces, by Roger Zelazny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RwwfiWqRnGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PbTlQC9gxxI/s1600-h/zelazny-todaywechoosefaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RwwfiWqRnGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PbTlQC9gxxI/s320/zelazny-todaywechoosefaces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119501551472319586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 174&lt;br /&gt;Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I read &lt;i&gt;Today We Choose Faces&lt;/i&gt; on the strength of its title. It does not live up to my expectations. Zelazny gives us a novelette's worth of story stretched to novel length. The plot is straightforward enough: Lange and his fellow clones are telepathically linked, and they are the secret architects of the House. All humanity lives in the House, an artificial environment that shapes and molds humanity. The ultimate goal is to better mankind and produce a race that will not destroy itself through war, as previous human civilizations have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As Lange and his clones reshape mankind, they operate on themselves too: using a machine, they excise portions of their personality that they find repulsive and outdated.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  But of course it won't last. A mysterious Mr. Black objects to the reshaping of mankind, and is out to kill Lange and the rest of the clones. To combat the deadly assassin, Lange is forced to undergo memory therapy to recover the lost portions of his personality. His lost memories include the violent, primitive tendencies from his past life as a mafia hit man--the qualities that will enable him to kill Mr. Black.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The big secret is that Mr. Black is one of the clones, who long ago decided he didn't like the idea of castrating humanity by destroying its capacity for violence. Zelazny takes a hundred pages to build up to this revelation, but it's too obvious, and Zelazny isn't a good enough storyteller to hold my interest when I already know what's coming. &lt;i&gt;Today We Choose Faces&lt;/i&gt; rates a two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2204415926306059792?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2204415926306059792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2204415926306059792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2204415926306059792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2204415926306059792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-we-choose-faces-by-roger-zelazny.html' title='Today We Choose Faces, by Roger Zelazny'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RwwfiWqRnGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PbTlQC9gxxI/s72-c/zelazny-todaywechoosefaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8143115376929399998</id><published>2007-10-17T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:14.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><title type='text'>The Guardians of Time, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rv6RIGqRnFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JkgmI-fmzJ0/s1600-h/anderson-guardiansoftime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rv6RIGqRnFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JkgmI-fmzJ0/s200/anderson-guardiansoftime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115685795152370770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 254&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I am not a fan of time travel stories. Poul Anderson's Time Patrol stories are the best of the whole silly subgenre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time Patrol&lt;/i&gt;: Manson Everard is recruited by the Time Patrol, and goes back to fifth century England to stop a 30th century merchant from changing history.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brave to be a King&lt;/i&gt;: Everard tries to rescue a friend who is stranded in history and has been forced to play the historical role of King Cyrus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gibraltar Falls&lt;/i&gt;: A fact-finding mission to the formation of the Mediterranean sea almost ends in disaster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Only Game in Town&lt;/i&gt;: Everard and Sandoval head to pre-Columbus America to sabotage a Mongol expedition to the Americas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Delenda Est&lt;/i&gt;: When the timeline is changed radically, Everard and van Sarawak must locate the critical event that was changed--which turns out to be related to Hannibal--and fix it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of Time and the Rover&lt;/i&gt; by Sandra Miesel: A brief essay about the celebration of individualism in Poul Anderson's Time Patrol stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8143115376929399998?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8143115376929399998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8143115376929399998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8143115376929399998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8143115376929399998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/guardians-of-time-by-poul-anderson.html' title='The Guardians of Time, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rv6RIGqRnFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JkgmI-fmzJ0/s72-c/anderson-guardiansoftime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5908673002305289326</id><published>2007-10-15T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:14.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caspak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><title type='text'>Out of Time's Abyss, by Edgar Rice Burroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RvBztKNivwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kHl2J4X_jqQ/s1600-h/burroughs-outoftimesabyss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RvBztKNivwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kHl2J4X_jqQ/s320/burroughs-outoftimesabyss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111712796737978114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 139&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Out of Time's Abyss&lt;/i&gt; is the conclusion of the Caspak trilogy. It's not so much a trilogy as a three-part story, so it doesn't make sense unless you've read the previous installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Burroughs is not at the top of his form here. The action feels largely perfunctory. The plot is merely a device to allow Burroughs to explain the curious mode of evolution in the land of Caspak.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In Caspak, evolution is central to the lives of all men. The pinnacle of Caspakian evolution, the Galu people, do not have children. Instead, members of the lower races spontaneously &lt;i&gt;rise&lt;/i&gt; and become Galu. Likewise, members of the highest order of apes spontaneously &lt;i&gt;rise&lt;/i&gt; and become men. Thus in Caspak, even individual creature experiences the full evolutionary development from primordial tadpole to fully developed man.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Women in Caspak spend an hour each morning in the river water, releasing eggs that wash out to sea. There they begin the evolutionary process that will eventually come full circle. Because the women do not bear children, one might expect this to have an impact on Caspakian culture. Burroughs passes up this opportunity for building an interesting society, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Instead, Burroughs creates a whole new race of man: the Wieroos. The Wieroo are winged men who claim to be the pinnacle of human evolution. The Wieroo and the Galu compete for dominance on Caspak. Both groups are anxious to develop the ability to give live birth--which they call &lt;i&gt;cos-ata-lu&lt;/i&gt;, as they hope this will allow them to increase their numbers and conquer the whole of Caspak.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A few Galu women are able to give live birth, but they are rare. The Wieroo can all reproduce &lt;i&gt;cos-ata-lu&lt;/i&gt;, but they only have male offspring. To keep the race alive, the Wieroo steal any Galu women who shows signs of being able to bear children.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In &lt;i&gt;Out of Time's Abyss&lt;/i&gt;, our hero Bradley is kidnapped by Wieroo. In captivity, he meets a Galu woman. They escape together and have many adventures. It's a boring story, though, except for the glimpses into the Wieroo culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5908673002305289326?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5908673002305289326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5908673002305289326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5908673002305289326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5908673002305289326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/out-of-times-abyss-by-edgar-rice.html' title='Out of Time&apos;s Abyss, by Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RvBztKNivwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kHl2J4X_jqQ/s72-c/burroughs-outoftimesabyss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2419883986033408451</id><published>2007-10-10T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:14.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Juergensmeyer'/><title type='text'>Terror in the Mind of God, by Mark Juergensmeyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ru9Ltfe6-qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5vf9iajtaNo/s1600-h/juergensmeyer-terrormindgod.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ru9Ltfe6-qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5vf9iajtaNo/s320/juergensmeyer-terrormindgod.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111387347006192290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 243&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In his 2000 book &lt;i&gt;Terror in the Mind of God&lt;/i&gt;, Mark Juergensmeyer explores the relationship between religion and violence. He begins by examining a number of case studies, including&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Radical right-wing Christianity in America&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Protestant-Catholic issues in Northern Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Jewish terrorists and assassinations is Israel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Islamic terrorism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Sikh violence in India&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;The Tokyo subway nerve gas attack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In all these cases, Juergensmeyer notes that the sects that turn to violence are marginal, and are not accepted by the mainstream religions to which they claim affinity. On the other hand, the mainstream religious community can often understand the motivations of the terrorists, if not approve of the methods.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Juergensmeyer identifies several key qualities that tend to lead to religiously-motivated violence:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;A worldview that interprets history as a &lt;i&gt;cosmic war&lt;/i&gt; between good and evil. The struggle is not against earthly institutions, but against heavenly powers. Often this happens when a culture fears for its existence, like the Sikhs fear becoming subsumed into India's dominant Hindu culture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;The unavailability of other options, such as the democratic process, to achieve one's goals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;The &lt;i&gt;satanization&lt;/i&gt; and dehumanization of enemies, as when Islamic fanatics paint America and all Americans as evil, or when radical right-wing groups in America refer to all non-Aryans as &lt;i&gt;mudpeople&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  As for the terrorist acts themselves, Juergensmeyer interprets them as &lt;i&gt;performance violence&lt;/i&gt;. They are not intended to directly achieve one's goals. They are symbols of a culture war. When Paul Hill murdered an abortion doctor, he wasn't expecting to significantly reduce the number of abortions performed in America; rather, he felt compelled to act to send a message that abortion is murder, and that deadly force is justified to defend the unborn.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The weakest part of Juergensmeyer's book is when he tries to interpret terrorism as a form of male sexual aggression. That, and his continual attempts to paint Timothy McVeigh as a religiously-motivated terrorist. I have just read two McVeigh biographies, and Juergensmeyer is deliberately misrepresenting McVeigh's motives for the Oklahoma City bombing. It is true McVeigh had contact with the radical Christian militia groups--notably the Christian Identity movement--but Juergensmeyer does not distinguish between &lt;i&gt;contact&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;motivation&lt;/i&gt;. He sprinkles his book with unspecified comments about McVeigh's associations and links to Christian Identity--links which are often nothing more than an innocuous phone call, but you wouldn't know that from Juergensmeyer's insinuations. Then he goes into detail about Christian Identity's stated motivations for religious violence, and makes the unwarranted assumption that McVeigh shared those motivations.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I don't know why Juergensmeyer felt he needed to stretch the truth about McVeigh. Not all terrorism is religiously motivated, a point which Juergensmeyer admits more than once. There are plenty of other terrorist incidents that can be legitimately tied to Christian Identity groups, so there is no need to conjure up a fictional version of McVeigh. It calls Juergensmeyer's credibility into account. Even worse, in his public speeches Juergensmeyer is now apparently using McVeigh as a counterpoint to Osama bin Laden, claiming that McVeigh is as "Christian" as bin Laden is "Muslim." That's a lie, of course. McVeigh's motivations were wholly secular (although his crime was enabled and encouraged by a fringe group of Christian lunatics), whereas bin Laden's fatwa against America specifically uses religion to justify violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2419883986033408451?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2419883986033408451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2419883986033408451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2419883986033408451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2419883986033408451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/terror-in-mind-of-god-by-mark.html' title='Terror in the Mind of God, by Mark Juergensmeyer'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ru9Ltfe6-qI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5vf9iajtaNo/s72-c/juergensmeyer-terrormindgod.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-884577809681998303</id><published>2007-10-08T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:15.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><title type='text'>Hrolf Kraki's Saga, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ru30o_e6-pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7wYKVgSsJ2g/s1600-h/anderson-hrolfkrakissaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ru30o_e6-pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7wYKVgSsJ2g/s320/anderson-hrolfkrakissaga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111010137208453778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 277&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Hrolf Kraki's Saga&lt;/i&gt; is Poul Anderson's retelling of the Danish legends. The legends are not complete, so Anderson fills in the gaps with his own bits of fiction. The result is a unique story. It reads very much like &lt;i&gt;Beowulf&lt;/i&gt;--which is no surprise, because Beowulf makes an appearance in the Danish legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As a novel, it's unsatisfying. It's tedious. But it does portray a non-Western culture, so it's interesting in that regard. The Scandinavian culture glorifies violence, views powerful women as witches, and expects its kings and heros to father numerous illegitimate children. The kings often employ berserkers to complement their warriors, but the berserkers are universally reviled. Strong fighting men were above the law; in a world before modern weapons, a great warrior could kill anyone who crossed him. Even the kings were terrified of their own warriors.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Hrolf Kraki's Saga&lt;/i&gt; is probably a great way to learn about Danish legends. As a novel, I am generous to give it a rating of two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-884577809681998303?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/884577809681998303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=884577809681998303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/884577809681998303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/884577809681998303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/hrolf-krakis-saga-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Hrolf Kraki&apos;s Saga, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ru30o_e6-pI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7wYKVgSsJ2g/s72-c/anderson-hrolfkrakissaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-3764302853634104698</id><published>2007-10-03T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:15.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timothy McVeigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark S. Hamm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apocalypse in Oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma City bombing'/><title type='text'>Apocalypse in Oklahoma: Waco and Ruby Ridge Revenged, by Mark S. Hamm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ruc63uMYHII/AAAAAAAAAGM/3BoiBk6md_Y/s1600-h/hamm-apocalypseinoklahoma.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ruc63uMYHII/AAAAAAAAAGM/3BoiBk6md_Y/s320/hamm-apocalypseinoklahoma.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109117031242275970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apocalypse in Oklahoma: Waco and Ruby Ridge Revenged&lt;/i&gt;, by Mark S. Hamm&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 242&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mark S. Hamm wrote &lt;i&gt;Apocalypse in Oklahoma&lt;/i&gt; before the trials of McVeigh and Nichols were complete, so it is missing some of the facts. Still, it is a valuable book because it explores the culture of violent right-wing militias that gave McVeigh the support he needed to become a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Instead of beginning with McVeigh, Hamm begins with an exploration of the right-wing survivalist militia groups in America. In particular, he examines the Christian Identity movement. Christian Identity (and numerous other similar groups) were steeped in racism, religion, and a deep distrust of the government. They turned violent and carried out domestic terrorist attacks on government targets, but by 1990s, the FBI had broken their power.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It was this community that Timothy McVeigh entered when he returned from the Gulf War. Although Hamm presents no evidence that McVeigh was religious or racist, it is clear that McVeigh found validation for his anti-government view among these separatist paramilitary groups.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  McVeigh's association with the radical right is well known. Hamm presents another theory, too: McVeigh was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) after the Gulf War. Further, he spent much of his time drugged up on crystal meth--a drug whose side effects include paranoia. Consequently, he developed a paranoid personality. The Waco incident was the final straw that convinced McVeigh that a violent response was necessary and appropriate. Hamm leaves unsaid the obvious conclusion that if it hadn't been Waco, it would have been something else. McVeigh's violence was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Hamm's book is marred by his various agendas. He blames the military for not detecting McVeigh's personality problems when he enlisted, for not treating him for PTSD upon his discharge. He blames the FBI for failing to catch McVeigh before the bombing, and again for bungling the investigation. (This is perhaps the most curious of Hamm's criticisms. Hamm lambasts the FBI for not acting swiftly enough, thereby allowing John Doe Number 2 to escape. But Hamm later mentions that John Doe 2 was identified and turned out to be uninvolved.) Then Hamm takes potshots at the NRA and the Republican party, while going out of his way to all but deify President Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  If you can get past Hamm's obvious agendas and his incomplete presentation of the facts, &lt;i&gt;Apocalypse in Oklahoma&lt;/i&gt; is an excellent look at the culture that provided Timothy McVeigh with the support network he needed to become America's deadliest domestic terrorist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-3764302853634104698?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/3764302853634104698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=3764302853634104698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3764302853634104698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3764302853634104698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/apocalypse-in-oklahoma-waco-and-ruby.html' title='Apocalypse in Oklahoma: Waco and Ruby Ridge Revenged, by Mark S. Hamm'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ruc63uMYHII/AAAAAAAAAGM/3BoiBk6md_Y/s72-c/hamm-apocalypseinoklahoma.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6579642993574796477</id><published>2007-10-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:49:11.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel of Wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Carnegie'/><title type='text'>Home Rule in America, by Andrew Carnegie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webpal.org/a_reconstruction/lets/carnegie/content.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gospel of Wealth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Andrew Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Part X: &lt;i&gt;Home Rule in America&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In 1887, Andrew Carnegie gave a speech before the Glasgow Junior Liberal Association. A major issue in British politics of the day was the question of Irish home rule. Ireland demanded a degree of self-governance; the rest of the nation was generally opposed, and the Home Rule act had been defeated in the House of Commons the previous year. Carnegie related Irish home rule to American federalism. Carnegie explained that home rule, or federalism, is not a first step toward secession, but is merely the most reasonable and most democratic form of government for any large nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Carnegie urges that Irish home rule be established as quickly as possible, using the US Constitution as a model. After all, it is a tried and tested method; no sense starting from scratch. The "great, beneficient principle of Home Rule" will bring peace and strength to the English-speaking world, with Britain as its leader, Carnegie promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Home Rule for each of the divisions, with a central authority over all to keep them in order; and in that congregation of English-speaking people, in that future Parliament - I know not how many divisions, I know not what their size or number, I know not their positions, but I know the position of one power is fixed, immovable, perpetual, and secure - that of this glorious little island. There may be many children clustering around her in that Parliament of Man; there can only be one mother. I say cursed be the arm and withered the tongue of any man, wherever found, who would strive to keep apart, by word or by deed, those children from that mother.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Although Home Rule was eventually enacted, by that time Irish politics had shifted such that they would settle for nothing less than independence. One wonders whether the independence movement would have lost support had Ireland been granted Home Rule in the late 1880s as Carnegie urged, rather than thirty years later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6579642993574796477?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6579642993574796477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6579642993574796477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6579642993574796477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6579642993574796477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-rule-in-america-by-andrew-carnegie.html' title='Home Rule in America, by Andrew Carnegie'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4232846254099607718</id><published>2007-09-26T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:15.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timothy McVeigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard A. Serrano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma City bombing'/><title type='text'>One of Ours: Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City Bombing, by Richard A. Serrano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RuYMjeMYHHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x-UYV5rjpUk/s1600-h/serrano-oneofours.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RuYMjeMYHHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x-UYV5rjpUk/s200/serrano-oneofours.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108784630838336626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of Ours: Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City Bombing&lt;/i&gt;, by Richard A. Serrano&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 321&lt;br /&gt;  Better than &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;One of Ours&lt;/i&gt; is a decent but flawed look at Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City bombing. Decent, because Serrano presents the facts, gives the history of McVeigh's life, and shows the influences that lead to the bombing plot. Serrano shows how McVeigh's experiences during and after the Gulf War lead him to distrust the US government.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The actions of the FBI and ATF in the Ruby Ridge incident and at Waco were the final straw. McVeigh saw those incidents as massacres. Because he had surrounded himself with like-minded antigovernment radicals, McVeigh thought the general public was as outraged as himself. By bombing the Oklahoma City federal building, McVeigh hoped to spark a revolution. In fact, the public response was revulsion and horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But &lt;i&gt;One of Ours&lt;/i&gt; is flawed, because Serrano does a poor job of putting McVeigh into context. Serrano gives the dates, times, the events, and the people who McVeigh interacted with. But he doesn't explain the big picture of the militant radical right in America. This community of militias and antigovernment loonies provided McVeigh with the support network he needed. They fed his appetite for conspiracy, reinforced his antigovernment views, and ultimately provided him with a co-conspirator: Terry Nichols. But by Serrano's account, you would hardly know this loose network of radical right militants existed. Serrano presents McVeigh's friends as individuals, devoid of connections.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;One of Ours&lt;/i&gt; is also marred by Serrano's anti-gun feelings, which are out of place. A history book with an agenda loses much of its credibility.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Still, it's a valuable book. Serrano provides the facts. I suggest that if you read &lt;i&gt;One of Ours&lt;/i&gt;, you also read other books about McVeigh, to give you a more comprehensive picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4232846254099607718?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4232846254099607718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4232846254099607718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4232846254099607718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4232846254099607718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-of-ours-timothy-mcveigh-and.html' title='One of Ours: Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City Bombing, by Richard A. Serrano'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RuYMjeMYHHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x-UYV5rjpUk/s72-c/serrano-oneofours.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7953794723558996031</id><published>2007-09-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:15.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><title type='text'>The Game of Empire, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rt9y8eMYHGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xIkdvI_gHCM/s200/anderson-gameofempire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106926885684124770" /&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 278&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yet another Flandry book. What to say? The plot is nothing new: the Terran Empire is in decline, the Roidhunate of Merseia is waxing. An ambitious Terran general decides he can best serve humanity by declaring himself Emperor and reinvigorating the Empire. General Olaf Magnusson is a popular war hero, and followers flock to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dominic Flandry plays only a bit piece in &lt;i&gt;The Game of Empire&lt;/i&gt;. The real hero is his daughter Diana, who teams up with a Tigery (Targovi) and a Wodenite (Axor) to investigate unsettling reports about Magnusson's supporters.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The big secret is hardly a secret. Anderson telegraphs it from the first chapter. Magnusson is in league with the Merseians. They trained him, arranged for his military victories to vault him to hero status, and are supplying him with war materiel for his coup attempt. Magnusson is so completely under the Merseian thumb that if he becomes Emperor, the Empire will be little better than a Merseian vassal.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It's not a bad novel, but it's uneven. Anderson ruins the fun by making the secret so easy to guess. Then, after he spends most of the book leading up to the final revelation, he stints on the denouement. Everything is wrapped up in three short perfunctory chapters. It's a feeble ending to an otherwise respectable story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7953794723558996031?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7953794723558996031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7953794723558996031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7953794723558996031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7953794723558996031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-of-empire-by-poul-anderson.html' title='The Game of Empire, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rt9y8eMYHGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xIkdvI_gHCM/s72-c/anderson-gameofempire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6124500930453171840</id><published>2007-09-19T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:15.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Laumer'/><title type='text'>Retief in the Ruins, by Keith Laumer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rt4EgeMYHFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9Ts5KIyGnkA/s1600-h/laumer-retiefintheruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rt4EgeMYHFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9Ts5KIyGnkA/s200/laumer-retiefintheruins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106523983392021586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 247&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Retief in the Ruins&lt;/i&gt; collects three of Keith Laumer's satirical novellas about Jame Retief, a low-level assistant in the &lt;i&gt;Corps Diplomatique Terrestrienne&lt;/i&gt; (CDT). The CDT is rife with institutional incompetence; Retief generally always saves the day, over the objections of his boss, Ben Magnan.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  None of these stories are any good. &lt;i&gt;Retief in the Ruins&lt;/i&gt; in particular is hard to read. The humor in all three is more irritating than funny. This kind of humor might sustain a short story, but it fails at novella length.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I wanted to enjoy this book, but was unable to find anything enjoyable. Well, that's not completely true. Laumer names his ambassadors well: one can't help but laugh at Ambassador Gropedark and Ambassador Nipcheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Retief in the Ruins&lt;/i&gt;: Retief defeats a Groacian plot on the planet Popu-Ri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a Tide&lt;/i&gt;: The Groacians are hiding a fleet on the moon of the planet Slub; on Slub, Retief thwarts a Groacian plot to steal the planet and turn it into a Groacian resort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Woomy&lt;/i&gt;: On the planet Snotch, Retief uncovers a Groacian plot to cow the natives with a giant dirigible shaped like the mythical Woomy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6124500930453171840?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6124500930453171840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6124500930453171840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6124500930453171840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6124500930453171840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/retief-in-ruins-by-keith-laumer.html' title='Retief in the Ruins, by Keith Laumer'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rt4EgeMYHFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9Ts5KIyGnkA/s72-c/laumer-retiefintheruins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7106200696827136252</id><published>2007-09-17T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:16.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey A. Engel'/><title type='text'>Cold War at 30,000 Feet, by Jeffrey A. Engel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rty6aOMYHEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TcM8Nr3RBss/s1600-h/engel-coldwarat30000feet.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rty6aOMYHEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TcM8Nr3RBss/s200/engel-coldwarat30000feet.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106161037180673090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cold War at 30,000 Feet: The Anglo-American Fight for Aviation Supremacy&lt;/i&gt;, by Jeffrey A. Engel&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 303&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cold-War-000-Feet-Anglo-American/dp/0674024613"&gt;View this book at Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/review/2007_08_27.html"&gt;Read a detailed review by Max Hastings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After World War II, Britain's cities and infrastructure were in ruins, and her treasury was empty. To survive the Cold War as more than a vassal of America, British officials realized they need to re-establish themselves as a great power. The only avenue to great power status was aviation. This put them in direct competition with the Americans:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Only Britain and the United States possessed viable aircraft industries immediately following the war; only these two countries wielded the manufacturing capacity, the technological know-how, and the financial resources to compete for dominance in global aircraft and airline markets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Britain hoped that by taking the lead in the global aircraft market, they could improve their economy and earn the money necessary to become a great world power. The British had about a five year lead over the Americans in jet engine technology, and they hoped to parlay that lead into dominance of the global airplane market.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    America had different ideas. Security was their primary concern. Where the British saw business opportunities that would help them rebuild a shattered economy, the Americans saw red--Commies, that is. America's only concern was preventing technology from falling into Soviet hands. Without long-range jet bombers, the Soviets couldn't drop nuclear bombs on America, so US policy was geared entirely to preventing the Soviets from developing jet engines. The poor British were already within range of Moscow's bombers, so they had nothing to lose by selling their aeronautical secrets to the world.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    The Americans' fears proved prescient. In 1946, over strenuous American objections, the British sold a number of jet engines to Moscow. The Russians reverse-engineered the jets, copied them, and used them to power MiG-15 fighters. MiG-15s were sold to the Chinese, who used them in Korea in 1951; the MiGs out-performed the best that the Americans and British could put in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Despite the MiG-15 affair, the British were still keen on selling aircraft to the world. The de Havilland Comet, the world's first jet-powered passenger plane, seemed poised to take the lead. The British were willing to risk their special relationship with America by selling Comets to the world, in violation of international export restrictions. Technical problems with the Comets--they tended to explode spontaneously during flight--delayed British plans. By the time de Havilland worked out the bugs in the Comet design, Boeing had developed its own jetliner, and the Americans had taken an insurmountable lead in the aviation industry.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    In the 1960s, the UK and America clashed numerous times over proposed British aircraft sales to communist China. The British believed that trading with China would ease Cold War tensions; America's policy was to destroy the Chinese economy by isolating them from trading with the Western world. In the end, the British were unwilling to risk their special relationship with Washington for the sake of a few sales. They held the party line.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    America's attitude toward communist China finally changed in the 1970s, when aircraft technology was no longer cutting edge. But by that time, the British aircraft industry was not competitive, and the British had given up their ambitions of becoming a great world power.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    The British never really had a chance to beat America in aviation. America's strong domestic economy and its huge military need for airplanes gave US aircraft manufacturers too great an advantage over the British, who depended almost wholly on foreign sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7106200696827136252?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7106200696827136252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7106200696827136252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7106200696827136252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7106200696827136252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/cold-war-at-30000-feet-by-jeffrey-engel.html' title='Cold War at 30,000 Feet, by Jeffrey A. Engel'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rty6aOMYHEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TcM8Nr3RBss/s72-c/engel-coldwarat30000feet.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4131215914516856042</id><published>2007-09-12T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:16.687-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Silverberg'/><title type='text'>Recalled to Life, by Robert Silverberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtY2HuMYHCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/J4CXnQxDh0E/s1600-h/silverberg-recalledtolife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtY2HuMYHCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/J4CXnQxDh0E/s200/silverberg-recalledtolife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104326733957962786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 238&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How would world react if a medical breakthrough made it possible to bring a recently dead man back to life? That's the premise of &lt;i&gt;Recalled to Life&lt;/i&gt;. The problem is that Silverberg's conception of the social and political impact of the discovery are wildly unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Initial announcement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the lab announces its breakthrough, the press and the public believe immediately and wholeheartedly. The lab is mobbed by reporters, and is inundated by letters from the public. In the real world, crackpot scientists and scam artists make wild claims all the time, and nobody pays attention.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Negative reaction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The reactions are almost uniformly negative. The public believes the new reanimation technique unnaturally interferes with the process of death. Come on, Silverberg. In the real world, people would view reanimation as a glorified form of CPR.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Catholic Church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The worst part of &lt;i&gt;Recalled to Life&lt;/i&gt; is Silverberg's offensive portrayal of the Catholic Church. First he offers some throwaway comments about the Church reversing its position on birth control, as if the Church had no integrity in the face of public disapproval. Then he offers this reasoning for the Church's objection to reanimation:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"In such a case [as your reanimation procedure] there has been a definite discontinuity of the life processes, and a clear-cut separation of body and soul. You say your scientists have given no consideration to reuniting body and soul, and I see no way they could do so in any event."&lt;br /&gt;  "Wouldn't the restoration of consciousness imply a restoration of the soul as well?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Can we be sure that it's the &lt;i&gt;same&lt;/i&gt; soul that the body possessed before death? Or are we getting into questions of reincarnation, perhaps drawing souls out of a floating pool of spiritual matter of which we have no revealed information, offering a body a change of souls--which would be theologically impossible? It sounds like the devil's work, Jim."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A floating pool of spiritual matter? This is what Silverberg thinks is good Catholic theology? But wait, Silverberg doesn't stop at making up theology: he accuses the Church of wholesale hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"I've had conversations with Rome. I have it on good understanding that when your technique is perfect--that is, when you have the capability of restoring body and mind every time--the Church will lift its ban on reanimation."&lt;br /&gt;  "You have to be joking."&lt;br /&gt;  "No. You can't imagine the extent of the debate that's raging. The prevailing feeling in Rome, though, is that we mustn't let ourselves be caught on the reactionary side of a technological development ever again."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Great. Let's skip the theology, forget trying to do what's right, we're going to do what's politically and socially expedient. Robert Silverberg, you make me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4131215914516856042?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4131215914516856042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4131215914516856042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4131215914516856042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4131215914516856042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/recalled-to-life-by-robert-silverberg.html' title='Recalled to Life, by Robert Silverberg'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtY2HuMYHCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/J4CXnQxDh0E/s72-c/silverberg-recalledtolife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4119858337734595945</id><published>2007-09-10T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:40:10.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel of Wealth'/><title type='text'>Democracy in England, by Andrew Carnegie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webpal.org/a_reconstruction/lets/carnegie/content.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gospel of Wealth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Andrew Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Part IX: &lt;i&gt;Democracy in England&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In this 1886 essay, Carnegie congratulates the British on their decision to extend vote to all adult males, and to realign the districts to better represent the public. These changes, Carnegie says, made Britain a democracy for the first time in her history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnegie says that Britain is undergoing a process of Americanization. Meaning, that the principles of liberty and democracy athat took root in America are now beginning to flourish in Britain. A major force behind this push for change was public education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The first and by far the most important step ever taken in this direction was the adoption some years ago of a system of public education. Every child in the land now receives an education equal to that which we bestow. ... Attendance is compulsory. The first generation of those who have benefited by this system are now appearing upon the stage of action with the inevitable result: they are radical. Education is everywhere a sure destroyer of privilege. The boy who can read the Declaration of Independence may be trusted to feel its force sooner or later. The doctrine of political equality, once known, enters the heart of man a welcome guest.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Carnegie further asserts that as Britain assimilates the concept of democracy, she will once again become a major world power. But instead of returning to her imperial ways, she will adopt the national habits of America: Britain will refrain from meddling in foreign affairs, and will become a great, peaceful world power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is the British democracy to be pacific or belligerent? Is Britain to continue to embroil herself in wars in all parts of the world? Is she to maintain her costly and useless interferences in the quarrels of Europe? I think not. I believe that the British democracy is to be pacific, and that the American doctrine of non-intervention will commend itself to it. Britain will be more and more inclined to follow the example of America in regard to foreign affairs, as she has done in home affairs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a short essay. The political analysis is simplistic, and Carnegie offers scanty support for his optimistic predictions. This is the future as Carnegie would like it. It is not a realistic analysis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4119858337734595945?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4119858337734595945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4119858337734595945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4119858337734595945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4119858337734595945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/democracy-in-england-by-andrew-carnegie.html' title='Democracy in England, by Andrew Carnegie'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5936091396689885738</id><published>2007-09-05T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:16.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Brunner'/><title type='text'>Bedlam Planet, by John Brunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtTP5OMYHBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6ocHKCP20d0/s1600-h/brunner-bedlamplanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtTP5OMYHBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6ocHKCP20d0/s320/brunner-bedlamplanet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103932859687115794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 159&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  John Brunner started with an interesting idea: colonists on an Earth-like planet must stop thinking like Earth-men, must break with millions of years of evolution that has shaped them to survive on Earth, and attune themselves to a new planet and a new evolutionary track. The realization of this idea is &lt;i&gt;Bedlam Planet&lt;/i&gt;, and it's crummy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The planet is Asgard. It is almost perfect. The air is breathable, the climate and weather are welcoming, and natural resources are plentiful. Slight differences in biology make humans immune to local diseases. What more could colonists ask for?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Ascorbic acid. Man must have ascorbic acid (vitamin C) to live, but a local microbe has settled in the intestines of the settlers, absorbing all the ascorbic acid that the people ingest. Only massive doses of vitamin C supplements keep the settles from dying. Ascorbic acid is not present in the local flora; the colonists' supplements are running out. There is an epidemic of scurvy.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  So far so good. This is an interesting book, with a decent science fiction puzzle to solve. But Brunner decides to go the surreal route.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Hoping to stave off scurvy, six volunteers begin to eat a diet of Asgard-grown Earth crops, despite not knowing if these are safe for human consumption. All six go stark raving mad. Brunner spends huge chunks of text describing their feverish visions. It's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  But they're not really insane, see. They are Asgard-sane. The temporary period of craziness is just their bodies forcing their minds to adjust to the new reality of Asgard.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"Did you ever keep a dog?" she said after a moment for thought. "Did you ever see one drag itself across country when it was so sick it could barely stand, in search of a special kind of grass which would make its belly reject the poison it had swallowed? We've got to be our own dogs, as it were. Our bodies know things which our minds never can. So what we have to do is turn our minds off, and bit by bit we're figuring out how."&lt;br /&gt;  Dennis stared in dismay at Dan.... "But if one has to go insane in order to stay alive--" he began, and Parvati cut him short.&lt;br /&gt;  "No, Dennis! That's the whole point! Don't think of what's happening to Dan, or what happened to you, as 'going insane.' It's the exact opposite. You went &lt;i&gt;sane&lt;/i&gt;--totally and completely sane."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Asgard-sane just happens to look a whole lot like Earth-insane. Since they live on Asgard, they're A-OK. Eventually they force the other settlers to eat the crops and all become Asgard-sane too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5936091396689885738?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5936091396689885738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5936091396689885738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5936091396689885738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5936091396689885738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/bedlam-planet-by-john-brunner.html' title='Bedlam Planet, by John Brunner'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtTP5OMYHBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6ocHKCP20d0/s72-c/brunner-bedlamplanet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2735438951357721689</id><published>2007-09-03T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:17.155-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><title type='text'>Space Folk, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtIwpOMYHAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5sLP3WH_PmM/s1600-h/anderson-spacefolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtIwpOMYHAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5sLP3WH_PmM/s200/anderson-spacefolk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103194812506971138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Rating: [I do not rate collections]&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 303&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Poul Anderson's non-Flandry stories to be better than his Flandry books. (Flandry isn't particularly likable.) So &lt;i&gt;Space Folk&lt;/i&gt; is excellent. Most of the stories here are good. &lt;i&gt;Deathwomb&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Quest&lt;/i&gt; are my favorites, &lt;i&gt;Elementary Mistake&lt;/i&gt; is good, and &lt;i&gt;Horse Trader&lt;/i&gt; is great. &lt;i&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;/i&gt; isn't as much good, and I didn't enjoy &lt;i&gt;Murphy's Hall&lt;/i&gt; at all--too abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pride&lt;/i&gt;: A deep-space expedition to Nemesis turns sinister when Nemesis goes into its active state earlier than expected. A pilot risks her life to recover a probe with priceless data before it falls into Nemesis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vulcan's Forge&lt;/i&gt;: Captain Ashe and his &lt;i&gt;Kittiwake&lt;/i&gt; help the Mercury outpost explore the asteroid Vulcan; &lt;i&gt;Kittiwake&lt;/i&gt; runs into a solar storm and her computer--the thoughts and memories of Ashe's late wife--is damaged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escape the Morning&lt;/i&gt;: A young boy who lives on the moon rescues Achille Kamolondo, a Zairian who is stranded when a meteorite damages his Go-Devil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quest&lt;/i&gt;: A lost colony of 13th century spacegoing Britons mounts an expedition to find the Holy Grail--but Sir Eric is wary that the grail may be a trap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;/i&gt;: A crash strands two explorers on a remote part of a planet whose atmosphere shrouds the planet and allows no view of the stars. Without a way to navigate or even find their location, they will never find the lone human outpost on the planet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elementary Mistake&lt;/i&gt;: Disaster threatens when the crew of &lt;i&gt;Widsith&lt;/i&gt; lands on a new planet, but cannot find the raw metals to construct a mattercaster to return to Earth. They race against time to find alternatives to the missing metals, because the alien atmosphere renders them drunk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Symmetry&lt;/i&gt;: An alien device duplicates an explorer and places two copies of him inside a box. The man cannot get out because each copy of him takes the exact same actions, at the exact same time. He must find a way to break the cycle of symmetry before they both starve to death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hunter's Moon&lt;/i&gt;: The dromids and ouranids of Medea are at war. The dromids blame the ouranids for the rising infertility of the dromids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deathwomb&lt;/i&gt;: A Berserker story, with permission from Fred Saberhagen. The planet Adam makes a deal with the berserkers: they will lead the berserkers to a planet teeming with nonhuman life, and in exchange the berserkers will leave Adam alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Murphy's Hall&lt;/i&gt;: The extinction of humanity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Horse Trader&lt;/i&gt;: Auchinleck Welcome runs an interspecies trading post, where knowledge is bartered and exchanged. The theft of a disc of high-pressure chemistry data puts the integrity of the trading post in jeopardy. Welcome must discover the thief.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2735438951357721689?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2735438951357721689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2735438951357721689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2735438951357721689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2735438951357721689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/09/space-folk-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Space Folk, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RtIwpOMYHAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5sLP3WH_PmM/s72-c/anderson-spacefolk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6415203650637277318</id><published>2007-08-29T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:17.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caspak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><title type='text'>The People That Time Forgot, by Edgar Rice Burroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsuJl-MYG_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3OrnoEBsJbg/s1600-h/burroughs-peoplethattimeforgot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsuJl-MYG_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3OrnoEBsJbg/s320/burroughs-peoplethattimeforgot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101322288370293746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 153&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The People That Time Forgot&lt;/i&gt; is the second of three books that Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote about Caspak. The three books are best read together (so I hear), but I had no trouble reading this one out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Caspak is a land populated by beasts and men from Earth's prehistory: dinosaurs, mammoths, saber-toothed cats, and cave men. Caspak is a huge island in the Antarctic Sea; the coasts are vertical cliff walls, completely cutting the island off from the rest of the world. Volcanic activity heats Caspak and maintains a year-round tropical temperature.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Tom Billings leads an expedition to Caspak to rescue his friend Bowen Tyler, who was stranded in that savage land. Billings scouts the terrain in an airplane, and meets with disaster: he is attacked by a pteradactyl and crashes into the jungle. Then he rescues a native girl from a band of savage apes, and together they make their way to the land of the Galus, where Billings hopes to find Bowen Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  On their way north to Galu, the girl (named Ajor) teaches Billings all about Caspak. It is home to beasts from all of Earth's lost ages. The complete evolutionary history of Earth is represented, with the oldest and most savage creatures living in the south of Caspak. The farther north one goes, the more advanced and developed are the denizens of the forest--and more advanced are the people.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  For Caspak is peopled by multiple groups of ancient men. First, the Ho-Lu, who are mere apes. Next, the Apu, the speechless men. Next the Bo-Lu, or clubmen, followed by the Band-Lu (spear men), Kro-Lu (hatchet men), and finally, at the pinnacle of evolution, the Galu (rope men). The girl Billings rescued, Ajor, is a Galu.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The most curious thing about Caspak is that the men themselves evolve. The Galu do not have children; instead, the most advanced Kro-Lu evolve and become Galu. Similarly, the Band-Lu become Kro-Lu. And so forth, with each tribe being made up of &lt;i&gt;risen&lt;/i&gt; members of the tribe below it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"[The Band-Lu] are no longer my people," To-Mar replied proudly. "Last night, in the very middle of the night, the call came to me. Like that it came into my head"--and he struck his hands together once--"that I had risen. I have been waiting for it and expecting it for a long time; today I am a Kro-Lu. Today I go into the &lt;i&gt;coslupak&lt;/i&gt;" (unpeopled country, or literally, no man's land) "between the Band-Lu and the Kro-Lu, and there I fashion my bows and my arrows and my shield; there I hunt the red deer for the leathern jerkin which is the badge of my new estate. When these things are done, I can go to the chief of the Kro-Lu, and he dare not refuse me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The basic question is: where do the Ho-Lu come from? Do they have babies? This question Burroughs does not answer--but he leaves clues. The precise nature of the curious accelerated evolution of Caspak is revealed in the next book, &lt;i&gt;Out of Time's Abyss&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6415203650637277318?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6415203650637277318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6415203650637277318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6415203650637277318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6415203650637277318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-that-time-forgot-by-edgar-rice.html' title='The People That Time Forgot, by Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsuJl-MYG_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3OrnoEBsJbg/s72-c/burroughs-peoplethattimeforgot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8754593653448140039</id><published>2007-08-27T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:17.361-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gordon R. Dickson'/><title type='text'>Masters of Everon, by Gordon R. Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsZyZOMYG-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HEFxr8XnhU8/s320/dickson-mastersofeveron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099889405675969506" /&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 244&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everon is a newly colonized planet. The planetary ecology is still adapting to the introduction of Earth plants and animals. In addition to fruits and vegetables, two species of livestock have been brought from Earth: wisent, the European bison; and eland, a large African antelope. The native Everon wildlife is hostile to the newcomers. In particular, the maolot, a giant Everon cat, routinely destroy herds of wisent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The story begins when Jef Robini arrives on Everon to study the maolots. He hopes to gain some understanding that will unravel the mystery of the native Everon wildlife. The key to Jef's research is Mikey, a maolot that Jef has raised from a cub. Mikey has lived on Earth nearly all his life, and Jef intends to watch Mikey as he is reintroduced to his home world.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Jef has another agenda, though. His brother William disappeared on Everon many years ago and is presumed dead. Jef intends to locate his brother's grave, if it exists.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  As Jef disembarks at the Everon spaceport, he meets Martin Curragh, a fellow passenger. Curragh mysteriously helps Jef get Mikey through customs. (It takes about half a page to figure out that Curragh is Jef's brother William, whom Jef completely fails to recognize.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Once on Everon, Jef and Mikey set out into the wilderness. As they hike, Jef gradually becomes aware that he is psychically connected to Mikey. The connection grows stronger and Mikey becomes more familiar with Everon. Soon, Mikey and Jef can communicate telepathically.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  At the same time, Jef is learning that Everon is in civil war. The wisent ranchers are poisoning the eland, razing the forests, and expanding their herds onto the new swaths of grassland. The eland ranchers try to fight back, but the destruction of their forests is a terrible loss.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The conflict between wisent ranchers and eland ranchers is rendered moot when Jef finally understand what Mikey is trying to tell him. Mikey and his fellow maolots are part of a single living creature. All native Everon life is psychically connected into one planetary mind. The planet is a living creature; the maolots are its most advanced avatars, but every living creature is a part of Everon.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  And Everon wants nothing to do with Earth-type life. Jef is on trial. If he can convince Everon that he deserves to live, he will be spared. If not, he and all Earth-type life will die. Dickson cleverly arranges it so that Everon comes off looking like the good guy, standing up against sinful, depraved humanity. I don't buy it. Everon is threatening genocide, and I'm supposed to believe that Everon is good and righteous? Everon is frightening. A hive mind that controls an entire world, that permits no individuality, that threatens genocide when it meets a form of life that will not submit to its control? Everon is evil.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Dickson supplies what he thinks is a happy ending: Jef proves his right to live by using his newfound powers of telepathy to reach out to a wisent, drawing it into rapport with himself. He reaches back and draws on racial memories of ancient times, when cave-man and paleo-wisent existed together in a primitive form of collective consciousness. But I don't think it's a happy ending. Everon let humanity live, but only because it has decided to reshape humanity into a group consciousness like itself. That is no victory for mankind. It means the death of mankind, the loss of individuality, and the subjugation of the self to the collective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8754593653448140039?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8754593653448140039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8754593653448140039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8754593653448140039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8754593653448140039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/masters-of-everon-by-gordon-r-dickson.html' title='Masters of Everon, by Gordon R. Dickson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsZyZOMYG-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HEFxr8XnhU8/s72-c/dickson-mastersofeveron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-1754014165355265465</id><published>2007-08-22T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:17.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><title type='text'>The Long Night, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsE2Cle5HAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/is6byEkAoyc/s1600-h/anderson-longnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsE2Cle5HAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/is6byEkAoyc/s320/anderson-longnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098415671209434114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 310&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of Anderson's best stories. Dominic Flandry does not appear in any of them. Coincidence? Maybe not. Instead of the same old Flandry, we get to see other characters. For example, John Ridenour, a man who loves his wife and stays faithful to her even when he is thousands of light-years away on an alien planet. It's refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of my paperback copy states: "Van Rijn saw [the Long Night] coming. Flandry lived through it." Who writes this stuff? Trained apes? Flandry most certainly did not live through the Long Night. Flandry lived in the waning days of the Terran Empire; he foresaw the Long Night and worked to delay it. He did not live through it. The Long Night began a hundred years or so after his death, and lasted for millennia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Star Plunderer&lt;/i&gt;: After the fall of the Polesotechnic League and the Commonwealth, Earth is sacked repeatedly by the Gorzuni. Manuel Argos, a slave serving on a Gorzuni ship, hijacks the spaceship and lays waste to the Gorzuni home world. Then he founds the Terran Empire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outpost of Empire&lt;/i&gt;: In the waning days of the Terran Empire, the agricultural planet Freehold is in turmoil: the Nine Cities are fighting their Arulian slaves, as well as the wild human outbacker population. Imperial agent John Ridenour spends some among the outbackers, and realizes they are the Empire's best bet for holding Freehold as a strong outpost against Merseia. The problem is convincing the Empire to overlook the fact of their rebellion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Tragedy of Errors&lt;/i&gt;: After the fall of the Terran Empire, Roan Tom tries to land his spaceship on an unknown planet. The native humans are unnaturally hostile. Eventually they discover that this is due to linguistic miscommunication--both Roan Tom and the locals speak Anglic, but the language has shifted enough to make proper communication problematic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Sharing of Flesh&lt;/i&gt;: A scientific expedition to a barbarous lost colony finds a race of men where every culture practices cannibalism as part of a male puberty ritual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starfog&lt;/i&gt;: The lost colony of Kirkasant contacts the Commonalty--but cannot navigate find its way home. Ranger Daven Laure helps the expedition search for its home. They narrow the search to a thick, metal-rich globular cluster, but the heavy interstellar gases and the overcrowded riot of variable stars makes navigation impossible. Unless the cluster is seeded with millions of beacons to aid navigation, Kirkasant will never be found.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-1754014165355265465?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/1754014165355265465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=1754014165355265465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/1754014165355265465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/1754014165355265465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-night-by-poul-anderson.html' title='The Long Night, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RsE2Cle5HAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/is6byEkAoyc/s72-c/anderson-longnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5452908746789848254</id><published>2007-08-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:18.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Brunner'/><title type='text'>More Things in Heaven, by John Brunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rr-9gFe5G_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EvTgBPbwgto/s1600-h/brunner-morethingsinheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rr-9gFe5G_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EvTgBPbwgto/s320/brunner-morethingsinheaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098001662131903474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 221&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The &lt;i&gt;Starventure&lt;/i&gt; is Earth's first hyperdrive spaceship. When &lt;i&gt;Starventure&lt;/i&gt; returns from her maiden voyage to Alpha Centauri, impossible things start happening. Colossal ethereal monsters appear suddenly in the skies, and vanish into nothingness just as rapidly. Violent solar radiation storms hit the Earth, despite the sun being in the low part of its cycle. And the UN is withholding all information about &lt;i&gt;Starventure&lt;/i&gt; and her crew.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Reporter David Drummond, whose brother is on &lt;i&gt;Starventure&lt;/i&gt;, has experiences a more personal surprise: before the &lt;i&gt;Starventure&lt;/i&gt; crew returns to Earth, David sees his brother Leon on Earth. David investigates relentlessly, and finally convinces General Suvorov to tell him the whole story. &lt;i&gt;Starventure&lt;/i&gt; has returned, but the crew have been transformed into hideous monsters. Some unknown, possibly malevolent force, has converted the crew and given them new bodies--and the crew's bodies are on Earth, being used as vessels for these unknown powers. Faced with beings of such power, David feels helpless:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose an ant, immensely proud of her race's vast public works, mastery of building techniques, and the art of farming and domesticating other insects, were suddenly to become aware of the existence of man: she would feel very much as I felt now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   David agrees to hide the truth, and to feed the public a cover story. And that is the weakest part of the book. There is no compelling reason to deceive the public. The public's reaction to the sky-monsters proves they will not panic. No good reporter would agree to play part in a vast conspiracy to deceive the public for no good reason--particularly when so many people are privy to the secret that the truth will leak out within weeks if not days.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   The real mystery of &lt;i&gt;More Things in Heaven&lt;/i&gt; is: who or what changed the crew, and why? The answer is interesting enough. Earth's universe--the Einsteinian universe--is a special case of the real universe, the hyperspace universe. Humanity has been condemned to its bubble of Einsteinian reality because of some crime it committed, eons ago. The crime is long forgotten by mankind; the hyperspace creatures are watching mankind, to see whether it will choose to emerge from exile and join the greater universe.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   It's a satisfactory answer, and I almost gave the book a score of four. However, the flaws--particularly the deception of the public--ring untrue. &lt;i&gt;More Things in Heaven&lt;/i&gt; scores a three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5452908746789848254?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5452908746789848254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5452908746789848254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5452908746789848254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5452908746789848254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-things-in-heaven-by-john-brunner.html' title='More Things in Heaven, by John Brunner'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rr-9gFe5G_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EvTgBPbwgto/s72-c/brunner-morethingsinheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5300443725418124082</id><published>2007-08-15T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:18.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asimov&apos;s Science Fiction'/><title type='text'>Asimov's Science Fiction, April/May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.asimovs.com/_issue_0704/tableofcontents.shtml"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rr514le5G-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cjDXxmgmBPQ/s320/asimovs-375-2007AprilMay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097641443224787938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, my favorite story in this issue is pure fantasy. I stayed up until 1am reading &lt;i&gt;Dead Money&lt;/i&gt;. The poker stories in it are engrossing, although any real enthusiast will probably be disgusted. How often does a straight flush happen anyway? (Although, in Texas Hold Em, maybe it happens often enough. I got one once.  I remember the cold chill that gripped my body when the final card was turned over and completed my hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Rocket into Planetary Space&lt;/i&gt; is disappointingly dull and tame. &lt;i&gt;The River Horses&lt;/i&gt; isn't bad, but I'm tired of Steele's Coyote stories. Of the others, all are fantasy except &lt;i&gt;End Game&lt;/i&gt; (which is interesting) and &lt;i&gt;Fifth Day&lt;/i&gt; (which is just insulting to anybody religious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novella: &lt;i&gt;The River Horses&lt;/i&gt;, by Allen M. Steele - A Coyote story. Marie and Lars are exiled and sent out to chart an unexplored portion of Coyote; the savant Manuel Castro accompanies them. Marie meets some settlers and helps found a town; Lars is attacked by river horses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novella: &lt;i&gt;Dead Money&lt;/i&gt;, by Lucius Shepard - A sickly professional poker player who bursts onto the scene is an undead zombie reanimated by voodoo magic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novelette: &lt;i&gt;The Rocket into Planetary Space&lt;/i&gt;, by William Barton - A private expedition to Jupiter's Fore-Trojans strikes oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Small Room in Koboldtown&lt;/i&gt;, by Michael Swanwick - A locked-room murder mystery directs suspicion on the building's haint janitor, but it's a frame-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wolves of the Spirit&lt;/i&gt;, by Liz Williams - The keeper of Baille Atha lives alone and guards the selk; she nearly falls in love with a visiting hunter, but her knife Iskir identifies him as vitki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Eater of Dreams&lt;/i&gt;, by Robert Silverberg - A man who eats the nightmares of the queen is sickened when he realizes the scenes of destruction lie in Earth's future, not its past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lilyanna&lt;/i&gt;, by Lisa Goldstein - A librarian is haunted by the spectre of a woman from the 1930s.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Distant Replay&lt;/i&gt;, by Michael Resnick - An old widower meets a young woman who looks exactly like his wife did 50 years before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;End Game&lt;/i&gt;, by Nancy Kress - A scientist finds a way to eliminate mental static, thus allowing total concentration on a task. The condition is contagious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always&lt;/i&gt;, by Karen Joy Fowler - A cult lead by Brother Porter promises immortality, but one by one, the adherents lose faith and die; eventually only one faithful believer remains.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fifth Day&lt;/i&gt;, by Jack McDevitt - A brilliant scientist dies, and his unpublished papers reveal the answer to how life on Earth began.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green Glass&lt;/i&gt;, by Gene Wolff - Alien abductees liken their position to bugs trapped under a green glass bottle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5300443725418124082?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5300443725418124082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5300443725418124082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5300443725418124082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5300443725418124082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/asimovs-science-fiction-aprilmay-2007.html' title='Asimov&apos;s Science Fiction, April/May 2007'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rr514le5G-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cjDXxmgmBPQ/s72-c/asimovs-375-2007AprilMay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6596951868455696054</id><published>2007-08-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:18.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pellucidar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><title type='text'>Tanar of Pellucidar, by Edgar Rice Burroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrppzle5G9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/44GH--lYuY4/s1600-h/burroughs-tanarofpellucidar.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrppzle5G9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/44GH--lYuY4/s320/burroughs-tanarofpellucidar.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096502263279066066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Tanar of Pellucidar&lt;/i&gt; is another perfunctory Edgar Rice Burroughs novel, which is to say it's exciting but forgettable. In the hollow inner-Earth world of Pellucidar, David Innes rules over a savage empire. His empire is attacked by mysterious pirates called Korsars. Tanar is taken captive. He wins a reprieve from death by promising to teach his captors the secret to gunpowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tanar has no intention of teaching them to make gunpowder. Instead, he escapes with the lady Stellara, an Amiocapan woman who grew up among the Korsars. They have numerous adventures, are recaptured, escape again, are recapture, escape again, etc. As so often happens to ERB's characters, Tanar and Stellara fall in love but don't realize it until it's nearly too late.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The most interesting villains are the Coripies, known in Amiocap as the Buried People. These subhuman fiends live underground and feast on human flesh. No one captured by the Coripies has ever escaped--until now, of course.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Tanar of Pellucidar&lt;/i&gt; doesn't hold a candle to any of the Barsoom stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6596951868455696054?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6596951868455696054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6596951868455696054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6596951868455696054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6596951868455696054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/tanar-of-pellucidar-by-edgar-rice.html' title='Tanar of Pellucidar, by Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrppzle5G9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/44GH--lYuY4/s72-c/burroughs-tanarofpellucidar.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6783332180497068379</id><published>2007-08-08T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:19.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mack Reynolds'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow Might Be Different, by Mack Reynolds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RrlK5Fe5G8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2wLEqeCqxYI/s1600-h/reynolds-tomorrowmightbedifferent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RrlK5Fe5G8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2wLEqeCqxYI/s200/reynolds-tomorrowmightbedifferent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096186797931174850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Objectionable material: Economic blasphemy&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 190&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Premise:&lt;/b&gt; The Soviet experiment is successful. The communists lagged behind America for several decades, but during that time they sowed the seeds for success. In America, success bred a generation of decadent hedonists; in the Soviet Union, a generation of hardworking communist scientists and engineers grew up to inherit a self-sufficient nation with a well-planned economy and an enormous industrial capacity. They quickly outstripped the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Man:&lt;/b&gt; Mike Edwards, noted American economist, works as a tour guide in Spain, showing Russian tourists the rustic sights of Europe. Edwards is lucky to have a job; the Russian industry is so far advanced that nobody can compete. Russia floods the markets with superior products at rock-bottom prices, and destroys whole industries at a whim. Robbed of the ability to compete in the marketplace, the Western world is perpetually in economic depression.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Problem:&lt;/b&gt; The Soviets only flood the markets to earn a few quick dollars for their tourists to spend. If Soviet citizens stop taking holidays abroad, the USSR will stop selling its products, and the rest of the world will have a chance to break out of depression.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Plan:&lt;/b&gt; The United States government is grasping at straws to end the Soviet stranglehold on the world economy. Agent Frank Jones approaches Mike Edwards and asks him to suggest ways of stopping tourism. Edwards suggests they use religion: start a religion that teaches moderation and shuns ostentatious displays of wealth--like traveling abroad. Thus is born the Old Time Religion Church.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Bishop Michael J. Edwards:&lt;/b&gt; Edwards is made a bishop in the new religion. He starts his ministry in the States, then sends missionaries to Moscow. The religion spreads like wildfire. After decades of atheism, the Russians are starved for some meaning in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Dirty Jokes:&lt;/b&gt; The economics in &lt;i&gt;Tomorrow Might Be Different&lt;/i&gt; are laughable, so it's no surprise that Mack Reynolds is a socialist. Ah well. It's still an interesting book. Just when the seriousness of it all gets too much, Reynolds livens it up with a dirty joke about Cinderella. The book never takes itself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Soviet Problem:&lt;/b&gt; The biggest punch line of the book comes when the Soviet government figures out that the Old Time Religion Church is an American plot. Andrei Zorin, dictator of the Soviet Union, interrogates Edwards. "Will the Old Time Religion Church really work? Will Russians really become straight-laced and puritanical?" Yes, Edwards replies. Then Zorin reveals his own problem: Russia is being overrun by tourists from Communist China. With the Soviets' promiscuous ways, Zorin figures his entire country will be Chinese within a generation. Russia's only hope is the Old Time Religion Church and its emphasis on sexual restraint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6783332180497068379?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6783332180497068379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6783332180497068379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6783332180497068379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6783332180497068379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/tomorrow-might-be-different-by-mack.html' title='Tomorrow Might Be Different, by Mack Reynolds'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RrlK5Fe5G8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2wLEqeCqxYI/s72-c/reynolds-tomorrowmightbedifferent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2738267991256761156</id><published>2007-08-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:19.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flandry'/><title type='text'>A Stone in Heaven, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrff81e5G7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pUtmiu-5eX8/s1600-h/dominicflandry_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrff81e5G7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pUtmiu-5eX8/s400/dominicflandry_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095787739634801586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 234&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here's a Flandry book with a twist: Dominic ends up with the girl. That is fitting; in &lt;i&gt;A Stone in Heaven&lt;/i&gt;, Admiral Flandry is older, wiser, and less callous in his treatment of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But he's still Dominic Flandry, saviour of the Terran Empire. This time, the mystery is on Ramnu, a cold heavy planet where Miriam "Banner" Abrams is studying the sapient autochthons. Ramnu is entering an ice age that will kill the natives. Banner appeals to the Duke of Hermes to save the Ramnuans. He refuses.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  His refusal is unexpected; the cost would be little, and the public relations gain would be significant. Even curiouser: the Duke goes to extraordinary lengths to prevent Banner from appealing directly to the Emperor.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Banner appeals to Admiral Dominic Flandry for help. Flandry suspects the Duke, Edwin Cairncross, is plotting to overthrow the Emperor. Ramnu holds the only evidence, so Flandry and Banner sneak off to the planet to gather what information they can. There they are aided by the Ramnuan natives, most particularly by Yewwl, the Ramnuan female that Banner has developed a close friendship with.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;A Stone in Heaven&lt;/i&gt; is one of the better Flandry books. Poul Anderson has developed one of his most alien races. The Ramnuans are unlike any human culture. Unlike some of his other books, where Anderson's aliens are modeled on human cultures, these aliens are unique.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  My copy of &lt;i&gt;A Stone in Heaven&lt;/i&gt; is massively illustrated by Esteban Moroto. There are nearly a hundred black-and-white line drawings. Sadly, there isn't much you can do with black-and-white. Many of the drawings are unrecognizable blobs. Grayscale pencil drawings would have been better, but the printing costs would have been prohibitive for a mass market paperback.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The book also contains an essay by Sandra Meisel entitled &lt;i&gt;The Price of Buying Time&lt;/i&gt;. It explores the fall of the Terran Empire, and examines the Empire's clash with Merseia, and draws parallels to Earth history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2738267991256761156?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2738267991256761156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2738267991256761156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2738267991256761156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2738267991256761156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/stone-in-heaven-by-poul-anderson.html' title='A Stone in Heaven, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrff81e5G7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pUtmiu-5eX8/s72-c/dominicflandry_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2490194540096184981</id><published>2007-08-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:19.526-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flandry'/><title type='text'>Agent of the Terran Empire, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrez6le5G6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qCTxF4gKObo/s1600-h/anderson-agentterranempire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrez6le5G6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qCTxF4gKObo/s200/anderson-agentterranempire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095739322468473762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 282&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of &lt;i&gt;Agent of the Terran Empire&lt;/i&gt; is the afterward by Sandra Meisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiger by the Tail&lt;/i&gt;: Flandry is kidnapped by the Scothani, an upstart empire with ambitions of ruling the galaxy; Flandry manipulates the Scothani factions and turns them against each other before they can mount an effective strike against the Terran Empire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Warriors From Nowhere&lt;/i&gt;: An unidentified raiding party attacks Fort Lone on Varrack, and kidnaps Her Highness Lady Morgan, granddaughter of the Emperor. The clues point to Merseia, but Flandry suspects Duke Alfred of Tauria. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honorable Enemies&lt;/i&gt;: Flandry meets his match in Aycharaych, an alien sapient who can read minds. To defeat him, Flandry's consort Aline tricks him into believing the Empire is planning to occupy Betelgeuse, goading Aycharaych into taking premature action.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hunters of the Sky Cave&lt;/i&gt;: A mysterious fleet besieges the planet Vixen. The obvious clues implicate the Ymirites, although the hydrogen-breathers have no reason to concern themselves with oxygen-based races. Flandry travels to Vixen, runs the blockade, and works to infiltrate the alien organization and discover who is behind the well-timed attack on the Empire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lurex and Gold: Poul Anderson's Dominic Flandry Series&lt;/i&gt;, by Sandra Meisel: A broad overview of one of the greatest SF series of all time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2490194540096184981?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2490194540096184981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2490194540096184981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2490194540096184981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2490194540096184981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/08/agent-of-terran-empire-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Agent of the Terran Empire, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rrez6le5G6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qCTxF4gKObo/s72-c/anderson-agentterranempire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7531123048545258313</id><published>2007-07-30T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:19.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carl Bernstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Clinton'/><title type='text'>A Woman in Charge, by Carl Bernstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rq0nTFe5G5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/m8sEgFKYW9g/s1600-h/bernstein-awomanincharge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rq0nTFe5G5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/m8sEgFKYW9g/s400/bernstein-awomanincharge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092769962468645778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Charge-Hillary-Rodham-Clinton/dp/0375407669"&gt;View this book at Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;amp;EAN=9780375407666"&gt;View this book at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I published this review a few days ago at &lt;a href="http://zealfortruth.org/2007/07/book-review-a-woman-in-charge-by-carl-bernstein/"&gt;Zeal for Truth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl Bernstein has a new book about Hillary Clinton. He was on The O'Reilly Factor a few weeks ago, to talk about what he learned in the seven years of investigating for the book. In the brief segment, he managed to contradict himself every time he opened his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'Reilly:&lt;/strong&gt; Did [Hillary Clinton] break the law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernstein:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'Reilly:&lt;/strong&gt; OK. Good, I like this. How did she break the law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernstein:&lt;/strong&gt; She broke the law if, indeed, she perjured herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'Reilly:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you just said she did break the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernstein:&lt;/strong&gt; No. The special prosecutor determined that she did not. So he did not file the charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'Reilly:&lt;/strong&gt; So you think she did. But the special prosecutor, Ken Starr, said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernstein:&lt;/strong&gt; That is co -- you know what? Let me be really straightforward. I don't think she broke the law. I think there was a time that she did not tell the truth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the real story? To find out, I read &lt;em&gt;A Woman in Charge: The Life of Hillary Rodham Clinton&lt;/em&gt;. It is a meticulously researched, detailed biography. (There are 70 pages of end notes and references.) It gives insight into who Hillary Clinton is, what motivates her, what her goals are, and why she is so secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernstein's favorite metaphor is the journey. Hillary's life is a journey. She can't be pigeon-holed as a radical liberal, or a socialized health care nutjob. She can only be understood in the context of her personal journey. My understanding of Hillary Clinton was fairly limited. I could identify her as the proponent of the Clintons' failed attempt at socialized health care. Other than that, all I had was a vague feeling that she was too liberal. So when I heard Bill O'Reilly praising Bernstein's book as well-researched, I went right out and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Rodham, Republican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most surprising to me is that she began her journey as a Republican. This is probably due to her family upbringing. Her father was a staunch Republican who considered Democrats no better than Communists. By college, though, Hillary realized her views were no longer Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Rodham, advocate for children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed Hillary Clinton used her husband's career to gain her own entry into politics. I was wrong. Before she met Bill Clinton, Hillary Rodham had already established her reputation nationally, as an advocate for family and children's rights. Her friends thought she could eventually be elected a US Senator. When she married Bill Clinton, she gave up her Washington career to move to Arkansas, where the public demanded she play a traditional role as the governor's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Clinton and Hillary Rodham, public servants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A theme that runs throughout &lt;em&gt;A Woman in Charge&lt;/em&gt; is that of Bill and Hillary's deep desire to help the public. Both want to change the world for the better. Hillary Rodham went into law to change the world, one case at a time; Bill Clinton went into politics, to enact wholesale change. Both are genuinely seeking to help the most vulnerable. Theirs is not a quest for power for its own sake. Power is a means to an end. The goal is to do as much good as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Clinton, candidate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton always had his eye on the Presidency. It was where he could do the most good. He considered running in 1988, but decided against it. One issue was the amount of time it would take away from his family life--both he and Hillary were determined to be good parents. The real reason, though, was that at that time, his problems with women would have sunk his campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Rodham Clinton, co-President&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first two years of Bill Clinton's presidency, Hillary wielded as much power as he did. All the major mistakes of his presidency during this time can be traced to Hillary. Hillary--feeling self-righteous as always, and that God was on her side--was unwilling or unable to listen to critics. She drove the health care agenda into the ground by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Actively mistreating the press&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Formulating the plan in secret&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Deliberately not seeking the support of Republicans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Refusing to compromise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton could see she was headed for failure, but he couldn't overrule Hillary. He owed her. During the campaign, she had supported him steadfastly against (legitimate) accusations of womanizing. Only after Hillary's health care initiative was soundly defeated, and the Republicans took control of Congress, did Hillary remove herself from a day-to-day policy-making role in the White House. Bill Clinton's presidency was more effective after her exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Clinton, obfuscater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton has a problem with the truth. As Bernstein presents it, Hillary does not trust the public to understand the truth in context. She would rather present her own version of the truth--not because she has anything dirty to hide, but because she's afraid that the press will spin it and the public will come away with the wrong impression. Years of relentless persecution by the press and by the Republicans have cemented Hillary's attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Clinton, amnesiac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton has a remarkable ability to make himself genuinely forget about incidents he'd rather not remember. Actions he wishes he hadn't taken are pushed out of his conscious mind. The examples Bernstein provides are all related to Bill Clinton's womanizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Rodham Clinton, blameless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest failing of &lt;em&gt;A Woman in Charge&lt;/em&gt; is that it tends to paint the Clintons as blameless. For example: Bernstein mentions some boxes of documents that the Clintons were able to keep sealed. Bernstein quotes several people as saying that if those documents had been released during the Whitewater investigation, Bill Clinton would have been forced to resign. Then Bernstein concludes the documents held nothing incriminating, and that the Clintons kept them sealed for no good reason. Really? It may be true, but that conclusion doesn't seem warranted by the facts that Bernstein presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carl Bernstein, cheerleader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernstein's support for Hillary Clinton's policies is evident throughout the text. Her most spectacular policy failure was socialized health care. Bernstein painstakingly details how the Clintons managed to sink the health care initiative. Hillary's irrational secrecy; their disdain for Washington traditions, their mistreatment of the press, and Hillary's inability to compromise. Certainly these all played a part. But Bernstein never even entertains the idea that America didn't want or need socialized health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Clinton, Senator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernstein offers no real details on Hillary's Senate career. He offers some speculation: Hillary has learned from her mistakes. She has genuinely reformed, and is eager to make up for her earlier mistakes by reaching out the powerful people in Washington. Her moderate record reflects her real beliefs, which are influenced by her conservative Methodist upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! A more rational explanation is that Hillary is rehabilitating her image and biding her time so she can be elected President. Her moderate voting record is less indicative of her true political persuasion than of a calculated attempt to avoid controversy so she can spring wholesale change when she becomes President. She's always considered herself on a righteous mission to fix the world, and is willing to stretch the truth and lie to achieve that goal. Bernstein examines that aspect of her character in detail, but seems oblivious that this might also apply to her Senate career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Clinton, ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O'Reilly:&lt;/strong&gt; I have to tell you, I still don't know what to make of the woman even after -- even after reading the book. That's how complicated this woman is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernstein:&lt;/strong&gt; That's terrific.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7531123048545258313?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7531123048545258313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7531123048545258313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7531123048545258313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7531123048545258313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/woman-in-charge-by-carl-bernstein.html' title='A Woman in Charge, by Carl Bernstein'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rq0nTFe5G5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/m8sEgFKYW9g/s72-c/bernstein-awomanincharge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4526616012314287546</id><published>2007-07-27T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T08:34:27.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Elitism</title><content type='html'>There is a problem in science fiction: a current of righteous, exclusivist superiority. The sf community considers itself enlightened in a way that the rest of the world may never attain. It's true that most new technologies have been written about in sf for decades, so the questions they pose do not take any sf fan by surprise. E.g., the ethical implications of cloning were explored in myriad stories, long before cloning became a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should not cause sf fans to feel smugly superior. The sf community is not better than the rest of the world. It is neither at the forefront of technological breakthroughs nor a driving force for social change. It is a niche literary genre that is fast developing an insular, ivory-tower elitism--an elitism just as destructive and self-defeating as the elitism of the literary fiction that sf writers and fans so often sneer at. It may be too late. sf is no longer relevant, if indeed it ever was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4526616012314287546?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4526616012314287546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4526616012314287546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4526616012314287546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4526616012314287546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant-elitism.html' title='Rant: Elitism'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4150878401127892339</id><published>2007-07-25T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:20.102-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Laumer'/><title type='text'>The Glory Game, by Keith Laumer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLZAle5G4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wdQtRpGHwig/s1600-h/laumer-glorygame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLZAle5G4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wdQtRpGHwig/s200/laumer-glorygame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089869132966992770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The Glory Game&lt;/i&gt; is top-notch military science fiction. It's not quite on the level of &lt;i&gt;Starship Troopers&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Dorsai!&lt;/i&gt;, but it's a fun story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Plot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Terran Empire is threatened by the Hukk, a warlike alien race. Nobody knows much about the Hukk. The Terrans are politically divided on how to deal with the threat. Only one man, Commodore Tan Dalton, understands the Hukk threat enough to devise a suitable defense, but he does not have command of the Terran Navy.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Characters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Softliners - The anti-war politicians want to avoid war. They believe the best way to deal with the Hukk is with an olive-branch. A few concessions to the Hukk will prevent conflict.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Hardliners - War hawks believe the Hukk threat must be crushed. The Terrans should not wait for the Hukk to initiate hostilities. They should strike first, and wipe every last Hukk off the face of the galaxy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Tan Dalton - Commodore of the Terran Navy, he is respected by both the Hardliners and the Softliners. When Terra stages a navy exercise--as a show of force--both the Hardliners and Softliners approach Dalton. Both are afraid that the other side's admiral will seize command of the fleet. Each side promises Dalton a promotion and political favors if he seizes command instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;The Conflict&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  During the fleet exercise, Dalton uncovers a Hukk plot to attack Terra. He seizes command of the fleet--much to the consternation of the admirals--and intercepts the Hukk armada. By sheer bravado, he cows the Hukk into surrender. Then he disarms the Hukk vessels and sends them home.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Flaw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Dalton must deal with the political fallout--the Hardliners and Softliners each try to spin the incident to their advantage. Both are irritated at Dalton's refusal to toe the party line. Apparently, Dalton is the only human in the whole galaxy who believes that the Hukk military threat should be met with decisive military action, but that a genocide against the Hukk race is unnecessary. That, I believe, is the biggest flaw in &lt;i&gt;The Glory Game&lt;/i&gt;. The Hardliners and Softliners are gross caricatures. Dalton's moderate views make him the only reasonable person in the book.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Retirement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Softliners gain the political upper hand. The Terran navy is gutted. Dalton is forced into retirement and politely asked to leave Earth. He sets himself up in a frontier planet and waits for the inevitable Hukk attack. (Dalton believes that the Hukk will rebuild their fleet and attack again.) When the Hukk try again, Dalton is ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4150878401127892339?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4150878401127892339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4150878401127892339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4150878401127892339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4150878401127892339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/glory-game-by-keith-laumer.html' title='The Glory Game, by Keith Laumer'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLZAle5G4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wdQtRpGHwig/s72-c/laumer-glorygame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4904629440005041550</id><published>2007-07-23T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:20.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><title type='text'>The Peregrine, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLGyle5G2I/AAAAAAAAADk/H2F-Kgzew58/s1600-h/anderson-peregrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLGyle5G2I/AAAAAAAAADk/H2F-Kgzew58/s200/anderson-peregrine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089849101239524194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Previously published as &lt;i&gt;Star Ways&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 184&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Stellar Union is expanding. It pushes into new frontiers, filling its part of the galaxy. Most people live on planets, but a small group has taken to living in space permanently. They call themselves Nomads. The Nomads are relatively small in number; a few dozens of spaceships.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Joachim Henry, captain of the Nomad ship &lt;i&gt;Peregrine&lt;/i&gt;, makes an unsettling discovery. Several dozen spaceships have disappeared in one particular region of uncharted space. There is a pattern to the disappearances. It suggests an advanced, secretive, malevolent empire. Joachim convinced his fellow Nomads to support him in investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Stellar Coordination Service is also interested. The uncharted space is right where the Stellar Union hopes to expand into in the next decades. If there is an enemy, the Union would like to know.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLG4Ve5G3I/AAAAAAAAADs/rl-y-e1diFc/s1600-h/anderson-starways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLG4Ve5G3I/AAAAAAAAADs/rl-y-e1diFc/s200/anderson-starways.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089849200023772018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore: Coordination Service agent Trevelyan Micah weasels his way onto the &lt;i&gt;Peregrine&lt;/i&gt; and offers his help in the investigation. Joachim accepts his offer of help. Joachim and Trevelyan are aided by Ilaloa, the new wife of another Nomad. Ilaloa has rudimentary powers of telepathy. Together, they manage to locate a planet of the unknown civilization.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Alori civilization is a kind of paradise. The people live simply, in idyllic planets. The climate and weather are perfect; food grows abundantly. They live in symbiosis with the planet, to the extent of a kind of mental connection. The humans want no part of it; the Alori in turn cannot abide the mechanistic and technological culture of mankind. One or the other must perish.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Overall, it's an interesting enough book, but nothing special. I give it a score of three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4904629440005041550?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4904629440005041550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4904629440005041550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4904629440005041550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4904629440005041550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/peregrine-by-poul-anderson.html' title='The Peregrine, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RqLGyle5G2I/AAAAAAAAADk/H2F-Kgzew58/s72-c/anderson-peregrine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6683749935876072494</id><published>2007-07-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:51:25.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Out of print</title><content type='html'>Books should never go out of print. There's no excuse for it anymore. Technology is advanced enough that &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; book should be print-on-demand. Publishers could still print up big batches of best-sellers. But for those that aren't, they should go to print-on-demand and be available from online sellers. Forever. I hate not being able to find a copy of an old out-of-print book. The publishing industry should reorganize itself to serve me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6683749935876072494?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6683749935876072494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6683749935876072494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6683749935876072494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6683749935876072494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant-out-of-print.html' title='Rant: Out of print'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2701345920484095122</id><published>2007-07-18T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:20.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel of Wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Carnegie'/><title type='text'>Americanism versus Imperialism, by Andrew Carnegie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpwYK2f106I/AAAAAAAAADc/A60wEjy2VC4/s1600-h/carnegie-philippineflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpwYK2f106I/AAAAAAAAADc/A60wEjy2VC4/s200/carnegie-philippineflag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087968253728641954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webpal.org/a_reconstruction/lets/carnegie/content.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gospel of Wealth: Americanism versus Imperialism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Andrew Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;  Reviewed date: 2007 Jul 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Part VIII: &lt;i&gt;Americanism versus Imperialism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Andrew Carnegie once again returns to the question of the Philippines. He argues forcefully that the United States should not attempt to rule the Philippines, but rather give them their independence. Carnegie portrays the United States at a crossroads between imperialism and traditional American isolationism.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Shall we remain as we are, solid, compact, impregnable, republican, American? or, Shall we creep under the protection, and become, as Bishop Potter says, the "cat's-paw" of Britain, in order that we may grasp the phantom of Imperialism.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Imperialism will be particularly costly for the United States, Carnegie argues, because (at the turn of the century) it lacked a world-class navy. To become an imperial power, America would need to field a world-class navy--at tremendous expense. In the short term, if the United States wishes to promote its international imperial agenda, it can only do so with the support of Britain and her navy; thus America must support Britain.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Carnegie identifies three main arguments in favor of imperialism: 1) for commercial gains--unnecessary because global open trade policies already obviated the need for American-owned colonies; 2) increased power in war--counterproductive, because foreign expansion puts America at greater risk compared to the geographic safety of the continental US; 3) America has a "sacred task to undertake the civilization of a backward people committed to their charge." It is this last argument that dominated the newspapers in Carnegie's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;The average American, especially in the West, really believes that his country can govern these tropical people, and benefit them by so doing ... The writer knows that the cynics, both at home and abroad, but especially the latter, will smile at this statement; but the extent of the ignorance of the American people in general, except in the South, about subject races and tropical conditions, cannot be realized by Europeans. This ignorance is truly as great as their belief implies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The thought sweeping America--fueled by zealous religious leaders--is that America has been called by God to bring civilization, liberty, and Protestant Christianity to the world. Most specifically, to Cuba and the Philippines. Carnegie asserts that America can do nothing but harm to the Philippines. (Cuba had already been granted independence at the time Carnegie wrote.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Imperialism can become a "holy duty" only if we can by forcible interference confer blessings upon the subject races; otherwise it remains what the President once said it was, "criminal aggression." Let us see, therefore, whether good or evil flows from such interference. ... Has the influence of the superior race upon the inferior ever proved beneficial to either? I know of no case in which it has been or is...&lt;br /&gt;  We can only retard, not hasten, their [the Philippines] development.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally, Carnegie draws parallels between the Filipinos and the American Revolutionary War.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;They have just the same feelings as we have, not excluding love of country, for which, like ourselves, as we see, they are willing to die. Oh, the pity of it! the pity of it! that Filipino mothers with American mothers equally mourn their lost sons -- one fallen, defender of his country; the other the invader. Yet the invader was ordered by those who see it their "duty" to invade the land of the Filipinos for their civilization. Duty, stern goddess, what strange things men sometimes do in thy name!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Historical note: the United States did not leave the Philippines until 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2701345920484095122?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2701345920484095122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2701345920484095122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2701345920484095122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2701345920484095122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/americanism-versus-imperialism-by.html' title='Americanism versus Imperialism, by Andrew Carnegie'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpwYK2f106I/AAAAAAAAADc/A60wEjy2VC4/s72-c/carnegie-philippineflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7211268857576355268</id><published>2007-07-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:21.360-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Hjortsberg'/><title type='text'>Gray Matters, by William Hjortsberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpqjV2f104I/AAAAAAAAADM/ReRmSvi8lZo/s1600-h/hjortsberg-graymatters.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpqjV2f104I/AAAAAAAAADM/ReRmSvi8lZo/s200/hjortsberg-graymatters.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087558324870042498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 159&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The back cover of &lt;i&gt;Gray Matters&lt;/i&gt; says it won the &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt; fiction award. I'm not familiar with the &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt; fiction award, but I do know that at one time, &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt; published a lot of first-rate science fiction stories. They were regular science fiction stories, not pornographic. I think even Asimov sold some stories to &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But if &lt;i&gt;Gray Matters&lt;/i&gt; won an award from &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt;, then &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt;'s standards must be falling. It's a tiresome, un-engaging story about a world where humanity has given up their physical bodies. The entire human race exists as cerebromorphs, brains in jars, in a giant underground complex called the Depository. The cerebromorphs are connected to a central computer, which guides them in their quest for enlightenment. Those few people who achieve enlightenment are given new bodies and sent to live on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In the Depository, the computers are concerned at a certain cerebromorph's lack of progress towards enlightenment. Denton "Skeets" Kalbfleischer has been in the Depository for 200 years, since he was 12 years old. He is still mentally 12 years old, and has not progressed beyond Level I. The computers decide that Skeets will never mature and gain enlightenment unless he experiences a sexual awakening. So they arrange for him to meet someone in a lucid dream sequence.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  While the computers are messing with Skeets's head, another resident of Level I decides to take a shortcut to enlightenment: Obu Itubi tricks the computers into giving him access to a maintenance robot. Itubi disconnects his brain from the computer, installs it into a new body, and escapes the Depository.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The world Itubi discovers is dismal. A few thousand Enlightened people live on the surface and consider themselves the Guardians of the world. Unfortunately, the program of enlightenment involves the complete suppression and loss of one's previous identity, even one's gender identity. The enlightened cerebromorphs are installed into male and female bodies at random. They are asexual beings.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rpqjb2f105I/AAAAAAAAADU/MnrXS3yGGk4/s1600-h/hjortsberg-graymatters2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rpqjb2f105I/AAAAAAAAADU/MnrXS3yGGk4/s200/hjortsberg-graymatters2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087558427949257618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Itubi, however, discovers one human woman who never became a cerebromorph. Oona has been living on the surface, alone among the Enlightened humans, for years. She and Itubi are a sort of Adam and Eve, the only natural humans left to repopulate the world.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  But Itubi is recaptured and sent back to the Depository. It is a sad ending. Except Oona is pregnant. Maybe there is hope for humanity after all.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  With all this focus on sex as essential to the human experience, and &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt;'s mark of approval, you might expect this book to be graphic. Well, it's not as tame as Asimov, that's for sure. It's not as graphic as Norman Spinrad. It's closest to Robert Silverberg.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Notes on the cover: The hardback cover features a big brain and a small Adam and Eve. When it came time to for the paperback, someone realized that brains are boring. The brain is smaller, and Adam and Eve are the focus of the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7211268857576355268?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7211268857576355268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7211268857576355268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7211268857576355268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7211268857576355268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/gray-matters-by-william-hjortsberg.html' title='Gray Matters, by William Hjortsberg'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpqjV2f104I/AAAAAAAAADM/ReRmSvi8lZo/s72-c/hjortsberg-graymatters.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8025317244274436898</id><published>2007-07-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:41:18.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Advertisements</title><content type='html'>I got an old paperback in an eBay auction. It's not very good. Below average, I'd say. But it's interesting. It's interesting because right in the middle it has a two-page full color advertisement for cigarettes. They look like good cigarettes, but if I were a smoker, I'd probably smoke clove cigarettes, so I don't know about these ones in the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I haven't seen ads in any recent books. It's a good idea. We have ads in magazines all the time, why not in fiction books? It might bring the price down. Maybe. Then again, publishing is so cut-throat, margins are so thin, that it probably wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'd like to see more ads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8025317244274436898?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8025317244274436898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8025317244274436898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8025317244274436898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8025317244274436898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant-advertisements.html' title='Rant: Advertisements'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6228948941739325734</id><published>2007-07-11T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:21.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E. E. &quot;Doc&quot; Smith'/><title type='text'>Subspace Explorers, by E. E. "Doc" Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpRDmk8i5jI/AAAAAAAAADE/6DyM8RVniss/s1600-h/smith-subspaceexplorers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpRDmk8i5jI/AAAAAAAAADE/6DyM8RVniss/s200/smith-subspaceexplorers.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085764209239844402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 255&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I knew Doc Smith was a Commie-hating freedom-loving libertarian capitalist, but &lt;i&gt;Subspace Explorers&lt;/i&gt; is over the top. Smith shows us the establishment of the Galactic Federation, a benevolent interplanetary government. The prime movers behind the Galaxian movement are corporate bigwigs: Upton Maynard of Galactic Metals, Lansing of WarnOil, Stevens Spehn of InStell, and so on. They operate on the principle of Enlightened Self-Interest, which is a sort of utopian version of laissez-faire capitalism. Enlightened Self-Interest is the dominant philosophy on all planets save one: Earth.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Earth is a corrupt hive filled with enemies of the Galaxianism. There are half a dozen factions.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Western hemisphere (WestHem) government - Corrupt money-grubbing politicians who promise the citizens everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Labor unions of WestHem - The labor bosses demand exorbitant wages, fight progress and automation at every turn, and have all but strangled Earth's economy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Corrupt capitalists of WestHem - A breed of corrupt capitalists (to be distinguished from the ethical, enlightened Galaxian form of capitalism) abuses its workers. Punsunby of Plastics is the worst offender: Plastics owns its own secret planet where a billion people work in slavery their entire lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;EastHem - The Communist half of Earth, ruled by the Nameless One of the East, opposes freedom in all its forms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;New Russia - A cabal within EastHem has established New Russia, a network of secret planets that will form the new USSR when the inevitable nuclear war wipes out life on Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machinations of the Galactic Federation are dull. When the corporations of Galaxia refuse to pay the ridiculous wages demanded by Labor, the unions go on strike. Galaxia responds with force. When EastHem seizes an opportunity to start a nuclear war, the Galaxian fleet shoots down all the missiles from each side; Earth is saved. Galaxia immediately liberates EastHem and sets up a provisional government. The citizens of EastHem quickly choose to support Galaxianism.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  WestHem, despite being ostensibly freer, is less easily swayed. Galaxia tries to steal an election, and nearly succeeds--but WestHem votes to reject membership in the Galactic Federation.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The trickiest problem is New Russia. Its fleet is bigger, and it has a bigger industrial base than Galaxia. Fortunately, Galaxia uses some new secret weapons and manages to destroy the enemy fleet. The rank and file Communist citizens will be reeducated and integrated into Galaxian society; the Communist leaders will be shown the truth, and the intelligent ones will accept the Principle of Enlightened Self-Interest eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Notice I didn't mention any characters. That's because there aren't any memorable ones. &lt;i&gt;Subspace Encounter&lt;/i&gt; is more about establishing the perfect society than about people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6228948941739325734?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6228948941739325734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6228948941739325734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6228948941739325734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6228948941739325734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/subspace-explorers-by-e-e-doc-smith.html' title='Subspace Explorers, by E. E. &quot;Doc&quot; Smith'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RpRDmk8i5jI/AAAAAAAAADE/6DyM8RVniss/s72-c/smith-subspaceexplorers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5888265150875674366</id><published>2007-07-09T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:21.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gordon R. Dickson'/><title type='text'>Star Prince Charlie, by Poul Anderson and Gordon R. Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ro2z508i5iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1gvQPt4rzF4/s1600-h/andersondickson-starprincecharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ro2z508i5iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1gvQPt4rzF4/s200/andersondickson-starprincecharlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083917360417662498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 1&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 189&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Star Prince Charlie&lt;/i&gt; is a juvenile. It is about young Charlie Stuart, who is on his own personal grand tour of the universe. He gets caught up in local politics on the planet Talyina. One faction kidnaps him and forces him to act the part of the red-haired liberator foretold in Talyinan prophecies. Charlie's only ally is his Hoka companion, Bertram. But Bertram is more interested in roleplaying the part of Charlie's Scottish ancestor than in facing reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I did not finish reading &lt;i&gt;Star Prince Charlie&lt;/i&gt;. Did I mention it's a juvenile? The plot is tedious. I can see Poul Anderson's hand in it--the setting is a pre-industrial backwater planet, and the main characters have to use their wits to survive. But the idea of the Hoka is what ruins it. The idea of an intelligent species being predisposed to roleplay elements out of Earth's history is absurd.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Worse, the Hoka talks in dialect. It's hard to read. No competent writer should use dialect. It's always a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Star Prince Charlie&lt;/i&gt; might not be bad fare for a ten-year-old. If that ten-year-old can wrap his head around words like autochthonous. Otherwise, skip it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5888265150875674366?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5888265150875674366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5888265150875674366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5888265150875674366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5888265150875674366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/star-prince-charlie-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Star Prince Charlie, by Poul Anderson and Gordon R. Dickson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Ro2z508i5iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1gvQPt4rzF4/s72-c/andersondickson-starprincecharlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7112377559032483718</id><published>2007-07-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:46:23.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Page headers</title><content type='html'>Books should have meaningful page headers. I'm reading an omnibus edition of &lt;i&gt;Tales of the Dying Earth&lt;/i&gt; right now, and it has no page headers at all. It's a burden. There are four novels crammed into those pages, with no visual cues on the pages. There's a table of contents, sure. It gives the starting page number of each novel. But when I'm flipping through the book, all I see are page numbers. Ideally, the name of the novel should appear on the top of each page. Even better, the novel name should be on each right-hand page, and chapter names on the left-hand pages. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most books do this already. It's especially important for collections, anthologies, and omnibus editions. I'm disappointed that Orb has neglected this crucial feature in its edition of &lt;i&gt;Tales of the Dying Earth&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7112377559032483718?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7112377559032483718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7112377559032483718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7112377559032483718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7112377559032483718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant-page-headers.html' title='Rant: Page headers'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7244567972731889374</id><published>2007-07-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:21.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Flynn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry Niven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerry Pournelle'/><title type='text'>Fallen Angels, by Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, and Michael Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rospxk8i5hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pSlBHj98jpk/s1600-h/niven-fallenangels2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rospxk8i5hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pSlBHj98jpk/s200/niven-fallenangels2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083202536125687314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 1&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 359&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plot synopsis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-science greenies seize control of the world as a new Ice Age descends upon the globe. When science and technology are outlawed the Russian and American crews of the space station declare their independence from Earth. Back on Earth, persecuted science fiction fans form secret societies and struggle with the knowledge that they are the last hope for mankind. Then one day a space ship from the space station crashes on Earth. The crew is rescued by science fiction fans who decide to use the fullest resources of fandom to build a rocket and send the stranded astronauts back home to their space station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I learned from this book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside jokes are fun. You can sustain an entire book on the strength of inside jokes about science fiction fandom. Throwing in sly references to famous geeks like Richard M. Stallman increases the awesomeness factor of any story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other neat ideas in this book: only science fiction fans have the brains and the clearheadedness to keep the world from strangling itself by following the shortsighted goals of the Environmentalist movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology can do no wrong. If it weren't for the millions of tons of air pollution generated by coal-burning power plants the Earth's clear skies would allow heat to radiate off into space, causing a new Ice Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some good parts to this book. I even understood most of the inside jokes and science fiction references. It was amusing for the first couple of chapters, but not for 359 pages. By the end of the book I hated all the characters. I prayed that their rocket ship would blow up on the launch pad and kill everyone. Alas, it was not to be. So I ripped the last page out of the book and wrote this new ending on the inside of the back cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rocketship exploded and killed everyone. The science fiction fans lost and the evil Environmentalists won. Earth froze and everyone died. And the authors of the book got food poisoning and died. The End.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full text of &lt;i&gt;Fallen Angels&lt;/i&gt; (sans my improved ending) is online at the publisher's website: &lt;a href="http://www.baen.com/library/067172052X/067172052X.htm"&gt;Baen Books - Fallen Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7244567972731889374?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7244567972731889374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7244567972731889374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7244567972731889374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7244567972731889374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/fallen-angels-by-larry-niven-jerry.html' title='Fallen Angels, by Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, and Michael Flynn'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rospxk8i5hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pSlBHj98jpk/s72-c/niven-fallenangels2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5159961474639713250</id><published>2007-07-02T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:21.964-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flandry'/><title type='text'>A Circus of Hells, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RoXEXE8i5gI/AAAAAAAAACs/zFUJrGoblP8/s1600-h/anderson-circusofhells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RoXEXE8i5gI/AAAAAAAAACs/zFUJrGoblP8/s200/anderson-circusofhells.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081683655301195266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;A Circus of Hells&lt;/i&gt; is a schizophrenic book. It's part of Poul Anderson's Flandy series, so it follows Dominic Flandry on one of his rip-roaring adventures. The first half of the book is about a shady side-deal Flandry undertakes. While on an official Imperial scouting mission, Flandry takes a couple of weeks to explore Wayland, an abandoned planet that Flandry's underworld employers think can net them a huge payoff--if somebody can just verify that it's worth mounting a full scale expedition. Flandry verifies that Wayland is a treasure mine of valuable ore--and is promptly sold out to the Merseians by his partner. The rest of the book concerns Flandry's escape from Merseian captivity. The Wayland plot strand is dropped completely.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Flandry's partner is Djana, the proverbial prostitute with the heart of gold. She sold Flandry out because she was forced into it by Merseian agents. Flandry doesn't hold this against her. Both are taken to a secret Merseian base deep within Imperial territory, where Flandry busies himself helping the Merseians to study the autochthonous life forms, and Djana works with a Merseian to develop her latent mental powers. Flandry knows he must escape, and he watches and learns and plots and waits for the perfect opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Poul Anderson is a libertarian. Themes of personal liberty and responsibility permeate his books. I didn't realize it until recently, but he influenced my own political views. I read his books as a kid. I invariably agree with the messages that Anderson's books give, although I can't condone the hedonistic lifestyle of his heroes.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  So I was surprised when &lt;i&gt;A Circus of Hells&lt;/i&gt; presents a very un-libertarian view at its conclusion. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;[Djana and Flandry have escaped Merseian captivity, with the help of Djana's newfound mental powers. Djana expresses sadness that they will soon be separated.]&lt;br /&gt;  [Flandry said:] "You've proven you're tough and smart, not to mention beautiful and charming. On top of that, there's this practically unique wild talent of yours. And Ydwyr wouldn't be hard to convince you've zigzagged back to him. Our Navy Intelligence will jump for joy to have you, after I pass word along the channels open to me. We'd see each other often, I daresay, perhaps even now and then we'd work together...why, even if they get you into Roidhunate as a double agent--"&lt;br /&gt;  He stopped. Horror confronted him.&lt;br /&gt;  "What...what's the matter?" he faltered.&lt;br /&gt;  Her lips moved several times before she could speak. Her eyes stayed dry and hard gone pale, as if a flame had passed behind them. There was no hue at all in her face.&lt;br /&gt;  "You too," she got out.&lt;br /&gt;  "Huh? I don't--"&lt;br /&gt;  She checked him by lifting a hand. "Everybody," she said, "as far back as I can remember. Ending with Ydwyr, and now you."&lt;br /&gt;  "What in cosmos?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Using me." Her tone was flat, not loud in the least. She stared past him. "You know," she said, "the funny part is, I wanted to be used. I wanted to give, serve, help, belong to somebody . . . But you only saw a tool. A thing. Every one of you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I don't know about you, but I find few things as noble and filled with purpose than using one's skills and talents to earn a living. Djana is wrong to think that using her talent in willing service is the same as being used like a tool. It gets Poul Anderson out of a tight spot by getting rid of Djana, thus leaving Flandry free to womanize in the sequels, but it's not in keeping with his values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5159961474639713250?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5159961474639713250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5159961474639713250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5159961474639713250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5159961474639713250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/07/circus-of-hells-by-poul-anderson.html' title='A Circus of Hells, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RoXEXE8i5gI/AAAAAAAAACs/zFUJrGoblP8/s72-c/anderson-circusofhells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5682702320216716334</id><published>2007-06-29T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T08:36:49.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Scrolls</title><content type='html'>Who decided that books are the culmination of reading technology? Scrolls have some real advantages. You can spread out a scroll and see large parts of the text all at once. You can't do that with a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see more novels for sale in scroll form. I'd buy them. I checked into publishing my own scrolls. You can get novelty scrolls. Wedding or party invitations, for example. Graduation announcements. But nothing substantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5682702320216716334?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5682702320216716334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5682702320216716334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5682702320216716334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5682702320216716334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-scrolls.html' title='Rant: Scrolls'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2905166032423764790</id><published>2007-06-27T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:22.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Brunner'/><title type='text'>The Traveler in Black, by John Brunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RoHFO08i5fI/AAAAAAAAACk/a744NyqBSRQ/s1600-h/brunner-travelerinblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RoHFO08i5fI/AAAAAAAAACk/a744NyqBSRQ/s200/brunner-travelerinblack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080558713172059634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The universe hangs in balance between chaos and order. Magic is chaos; rationality and logic are order. One man's task is to bring order and eliminate chaos. He is the traveler in black.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The traveler brings order by giving people what they wish for. But he gives in a poetic sense. Those who are blessed by the traveler get exactly what they ask for, but not what they want. For example:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"By your favor, sir," said a boy of ten or twelve years, hunting a hedgerow near the village Wyve, "are such plants poisonous or wholesome?"&lt;br /&gt;  Offering for inspection a glabrous brownish fungus.&lt;br /&gt;  "Wholesome," said the traveler. "They may be fried."&lt;br /&gt;  With a moue, the boy tossed the toadstool aside.&lt;br /&gt;  "Are you not glad to have found that it's edible?" asked the traveler. "I took it you were gathering food."&lt;br /&gt;  "No, sir," said the boy. His voice and eyes were older than his years. "I seek poisons to give to my mother; she rules me unkindly and will not let me do whatever I like."&lt;br /&gt;  He sighed enormously. "Ah, that I might recognize instanter what may be relied upon to entrain death!"&lt;br /&gt;  "As you wish, so be it," said the traveler, and went on, leaving the boy weeping because he realized: no matter what diet is chosen, sooner or later death ensues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The book consists of four separate stories. The prose is unlike any other Brunner book I've encountered. It sounds like Jack Vance. The stories are not compelling. The prose is interesting, but not sufficiently so. Give this a pass.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imprint of Chaos&lt;/i&gt;: The once-rational people of Ryovora demand a god, so the traveler gives them one: a man named Bernard Brown. When Ryovora is attacked by the overgrown Quadruple God of Acromel, Bernard Brown uses logic to see what the Ryovora's sorcerers cannot: Acromel's god is but an overgrown child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Break the Door of Hell&lt;/i&gt;: The people of Ys remember the golden age of their city, and lament its present condition. Rather than clean their rivers and rebuild their city, they use magic to reanimate their ancestors, expecting their ancestors to fix everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Wager Lost By Winning&lt;/i&gt;: Villagers in Wantwich are taken as slaves by Lord Fellian, upon whom Lady Luck smiles. Fellian intends to use them as stakes in gambling games, which are his pastime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dread Empire&lt;/i&gt;: An unnatural night descends upon the world. Sorcerers conjure demons to fight the darkness, but fail. The traveler helps defeat chaos, and exits into nonexistence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2905166032423764790?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2905166032423764790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2905166032423764790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2905166032423764790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2905166032423764790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/traveler-in-black-by-john-brunner.html' title='The Traveler in Black, by John Brunner'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RoHFO08i5fI/AAAAAAAAACk/a744NyqBSRQ/s72-c/brunner-travelerinblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-556618572546718050</id><published>2007-06-25T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:22.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Vance'/><title type='text'>The Eyes of the Overworld, by Jack Vance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rn8wbv5l5BI/AAAAAAAAACc/C82RFFZwWbI/s1600-h/vance-eyesoverworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rn8wbv5l5BI/AAAAAAAAACc/C82RFFZwWbI/s200/vance-eyesoverworld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079832157969835026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 158&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The second book in Jack Vance's &lt;i&gt;Dying Earth&lt;/i&gt; is better than the first. &lt;i&gt;The Eyes of the Overworld&lt;/i&gt; follows a single main character, Cugel the Clever. Cugel foolishly tries to burgle the manse of Iucounu the Laughing Magician. Iucounu catches Cugel in the act. As punishment, Iucounu sends Cugel on a quest for a violet cusp, an eye of the Overworld. To ensure that Cugel conducts himself "with unremitting loyalty, zeal and singleness of purpose," Iucounu attaches a maleficent creature to Cugel's liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cugel's adventures do not make compelling reading. But the story is engrossing. Cugel is a sociopath with no regard for others. Cugel lies, steals, tricks, and kills without regret. He does whatever he can to get ahead. He sells a princess into slavery to save himself. He tricks a group of pilgrims into crossing a desert, so that he will have protection from bandits. Dozens of the pilgrims die. He kills a defenseless sea creature that plays a harmless practical joke on him.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Cugel the anti-hero is interesting enough to carry the story. &lt;i&gt;The Eyes of the Overworld&lt;/i&gt; rates a strong three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-556618572546718050?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/556618572546718050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=556618572546718050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/556618572546718050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/556618572546718050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/eyes-of-overworld-by-jack-vance.html' title='The Eyes of the Overworld, by Jack Vance'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rn8wbv5l5BI/AAAAAAAAACc/C82RFFZwWbI/s72-c/vance-eyesoverworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4398922820933186921</id><published>2007-06-22T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:23.705-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Stupid cover art</title><content type='html'>Designing an effective book cover is an art. You have only a scant few seconds to interest a potential buyer. The cover should entice one to read the book while also communicating vital information such as author and title. There are myriad ways to poorly design a book cover, but here are some of the more common ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntL-P5l4-I/AAAAAAAAACE/pTuqhEd2h_Q/s1600-h/rant-clancydebtofhonor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntL-P5l4-I/AAAAAAAAACE/pTuqhEd2h_Q/s200/rant-clancydebtofhonor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078736537582429154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG NAME, BIG TITLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget artwork, we don't need artwork! This author's name alone sells books, so slap that name on in big bold letters and watch the books jump off the shelves. Meanwhile the public hopes against hope that the book is not as dull and uninspired as the cover art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntMWv5l4_I/AAAAAAAAACM/q5T2mzah1_A/s1600-h/rant-asimovsrobotcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntMWv5l4_I/AAAAAAAAACM/q5T2mzah1_A/s200/rant-asimovsrobotcity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078736958489224178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleight of Hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use another author's name to sell our book. This is confusing at best, and deceptive fraud at worst. It should be illegal to put another writer's name in larger type than the author's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntMhv5l5AI/AAAAAAAAACU/7dJOVpRQWa0/s1600-h/rant-silverbergbyzantium.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntMhv5l5AI/AAAAAAAAACU/7dJOVpRQWa0/s200/rant-silverbergbyzantium.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078737147467785218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look, I won an award!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novels that win awards often tout that success on the covers. But sometimes one can go overboard. Such as, for example, claiming to have won an award which the book didn't actually win. The Robert Silverberg story Sailing to Byzantium (see the above link) did win the Nebula Award in 1985 as the cover states, but did not win the Hugo, which the cover art claims it did. Shame on whoever designed that cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4398922820933186921?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4398922820933186921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4398922820933186921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4398922820933186921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4398922820933186921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-stupid-cover-art.html' title='Rant: Stupid cover art'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RntL-P5l4-I/AAAAAAAAACE/pTuqhEd2h_Q/s72-c/rant-clancydebtofhonor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-2767268538384222294</id><published>2007-06-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:23.909-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flandry'/><title type='text'>Ensign Flandry, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rnh8XP5l49I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2EssNUKkMNA/s1600-h/anderson-ensignflandry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rnh8XP5l49I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2EssNUKkMNA/s200/anderson-ensignflandry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077945318707160018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 224&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Terran Empire is a galactic superpower. So is the Merseian Empire. An uneasy truce has held for years. Now, events on the planet Starkad may change everything. Both the Terrans and the Merseians have established bases on Starkad, and are arming the two local races against each other The Terrans support the Tigeries, the Merseians support the seatrolls.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The conflict is low-grade, as neither side dares escalate the conflict into a full-scale war. The Merseians keep pushing the limits, though, refusing to back down even though Starkad is of no conceivable strategic purpose. Young Ensign Flandry, fresh out of the academy, goes with a diplomatic delegation to Merseia to discuss the Starkad conflict and hopefully reach a settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But there is no settlement. The Merseians are stalling for time. There is something they want on Starkad, and Flandry must find out what it is. Flandry finally discovers the secret, but he is caught in the act. Now he must escape from Merseia and make his way back to a Terran planet to carry the vital news that could mean the survival of the entire Terran Empire.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Problems with this book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;The first 120 pages are dull as dirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;The pages are falling out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;My 1967 Lancer paperback edition is riddled with typos. A typo or two is understandable; they didn't have computers in 1967. But there is no excuse for shoddy work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Anderson uses unnatural word order. Combined with the numerous typos, this made parts of the text incomprehensible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-2767268538384222294?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/2767268538384222294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=2767268538384222294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2767268538384222294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/2767268538384222294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/ensign-flandry-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Ensign Flandry, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rnh8XP5l49I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2EssNUKkMNA/s72-c/anderson-ensignflandry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8009309584057653496</id><published>2007-06-18T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:24.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hal Clement'/><title type='text'>The Nitrogen Fix, by Hal Clement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RnXknP5l48I/AAAAAAAAAB0/R0uH9jSr0Ns/s1600-h/clement-nitrogenfix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RnXknP5l48I/AAAAAAAAAB0/R0uH9jSr0Ns/s200/clement-nitrogenfix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077215517864223682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 289&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is the far future, and Earth's atmosphere has changed. There is no free oxygen. The only living creatures left breathe nitrogen, except for a few small communities of people and their jealously-guarded oxygen producing plants. People live in enclosed greenhouses with their plants, and only venture outside with breathing masks and oxygen tanks.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Two wandering gatherers, Kahvi and Earrin, live at sea on a raft. They are friends with Bones, one of the large nitrogen-breathing natives of Earth. This friendship creates friction whenever Kahvi and Earrin visit cities to sell the glass and copper they've gathered; the city folk dislike the natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When making one large delivery of scavenged glass, Kahvi and Earrin are attacked by a radical group who wish to experiment on Bones. They think that Earth once had an atmosphere with free oxygen, and believe that Bones and his species are extraterrestrials who are responsible for changing the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Clement paints a nice picture of people surviving in a nitrogen atmosphere. Their existence is tenuous and fragile. A cracked dome, a fire, a plant disease, are all that stand between life and death. There is no doubt that mankind will soon be extinct.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Then there is the mystery of Bones. He is not a native of Earth, and is indeed an extraterrestrial. But what is he doing on Earth? He considers himself an Observer, charged with gathering as much information as possible about Earth. He is most interested in Earth's changed atmosphere. But his purpose on Earth is unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8009309584057653496?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8009309584057653496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8009309584057653496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8009309584057653496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8009309584057653496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/nitrogen-fix-by-hal-clement.html' title='The Nitrogen Fix, by Hal Clement'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RnXknP5l48I/AAAAAAAAAB0/R0uH9jSr0Ns/s72-c/clement-nitrogenfix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8460271863344406945</id><published>2007-06-15T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:51:38.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Too long</title><content type='html'>I hate reading long books. A good story can and should be told without an excessesive word count. A reasonable length for a novel is between 160 pages and 300 pages. Very occasionally a story will take longer to tell. Most long novels that I've read would be better if an editor had insisted on cutting a hundred pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8460271863344406945?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8460271863344406945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8460271863344406945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8460271863344406945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8460271863344406945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-too-long.html' title='Rant: Too long'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-3881698186729454288</id><published>2007-06-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:24.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry Niven'/><title type='text'>The Flight of the Horse, by Larry Niven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rm9Tuf5l46I/AAAAAAAAABk/qzUPDj1rHEI/s1600-h/niven-flightofthehorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rm9Tuf5l46I/AAAAAAAAABk/qzUPDj1rHEI/s200/niven-flightofthehorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075367363371983778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 212&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise time travel, but these whimsical stories by Larry Niven are an exception. They're funny, not serious. And they're fantasy, not science fiction. The only science fiction story in this collection is &lt;i&gt;Flash Crowd&lt;/i&gt;, which I remember reading years ago. It was good then, and only slightly less so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Good is a Glass Dagger?&lt;/i&gt; is the best story of the collection, about a young werewolf who attacks a warlock and is rewarded with an invisible glass dagger stabbed into his heart. If he ever leaves a mana-rich area, the magic dagger will materialize in his chest and kill him. Larry Niven's concept of mana as a limited resource require for magic is the basis for many role-playing games. So perhaps it may seem cliche now, but hey, Niven used it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Flight of the Horse&lt;/i&gt;: Svetz goes back in time to capture an extinct animal--a horse. He captures one, but it nearly gores him to death with its horn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leviathan&lt;/i&gt;: Svetz travels back in time to collect a whale, and runs into the biblical leviathan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rm9UIv5l47I/AAAAAAAAABs/_H32YT_5VdM/s1600-h/niven-flightofthehorse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rm9UIv5l47I/AAAAAAAAABs/_H32YT_5VdM/s200/niven-flightofthehorse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075367814343549874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bird in the Hand&lt;/i&gt;: The Secretary-General desires a roc, so Svetz sees what he can do to turn an ostrich into a giant mythical bird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a Wolf in My Time Machine&lt;/i&gt;: Svetz's time machine slips sideways into another universe where men evolved from wolves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death in a Cage&lt;/i&gt;: Svetz's time machine is hijacked by a man who wants to change the history of his time line to prevent nuclear apocalypse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flash Crowd&lt;/i&gt;: Matter displacement booths allow instant easy travel all over the world; roving mobs and floating riots abound.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Good is a Glass Dagger?&lt;/i&gt;: Magic requires mana to work, but mana is a finite natural resource; when it is used up in one place, magic will never work there again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-3881698186729454288?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/3881698186729454288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=3881698186729454288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3881698186729454288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3881698186729454288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/flight-of-horse-by-larry-niven.html' title='The Flight of the Horse, by Larry Niven'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rm9Tuf5l46I/AAAAAAAAABk/qzUPDj1rHEI/s72-c/niven-flightofthehorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6353396987539123789</id><published>2007-06-11T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:24.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flandry'/><title type='text'>Flandry of Terra, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rmy4nv5l45I/AAAAAAAAABc/b3F9GG70yqU/s1600-h/anderson-flandryofterra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rmy4nv5l45I/AAAAAAAAABc/b3F9GG70yqU/s200/anderson-flandryofterra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074633873152140178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 291&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of the stories in &lt;i&gt;Flandry of Terra&lt;/i&gt; showcase Anderson's trademark setting: a technologically primitive planet in a highly advanced interstellar empire. Dominic Flandry, agent of the Terran Empire, operates within the limits imposed by the local technology, relying on his ingenuity to survive. As always, the inhabitants of Anderson's backwater planets are neither barbaric nor uneducated; they are sophisticated and intelligent--they just happen to live in a "rural" part of the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that Anderson loves to throw Indonesian cultural references into his stories. Most of the people and places in &lt;i&gt;The Plague of Masters&lt;/i&gt; have Indonesian names, because the planet (Unan Besar) was colonized by Indonesians from the planet of New Djawa. But besides Indonesian names and a few references to gamelan, batik, and other Indonesian art forms, didn't notice the culture being particularly Indonesian. It's a Western culture dressed up with Indonesian trappings. Still, I appreciate the effort. Most writers don't even try to write from anything other than an American perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Game of Glory&lt;/i&gt;: Flandry roots out a Merseian plot to arm a local rebellion on the water planet of Nyanza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Message in Secret&lt;/i&gt;: Stuck on a backwards planet and running from the local authorities, Flandry needs to find a way to get a message to the Emperium.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Plague of Masters&lt;/i&gt;: Flandry foments revolution on a planet whose inhabitants need regular doses of medication to prevent the native microbes from killing them--medication which the ruling class sells at exorbitant rates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6353396987539123789?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6353396987539123789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6353396987539123789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6353396987539123789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6353396987539123789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/flandry-of-terra-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Flandry of Terra, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rmy4nv5l45I/AAAAAAAAABc/b3F9GG70yqU/s72-c/anderson-flandryofterra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8410499518843819360</id><published>2007-06-08T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:42:45.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Useless hardbacks</title><content type='html'>What good is a hardback novel? None. A paperback is better is every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger and bulkier than a paperback, making it harder to carry it around; a paperback will fit nicely into a pocket in my laptop bag. A hardback won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too many sizes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperbacks are all roughly the same size. I have shelves and shelves full of paperbacks, all neatly sitting on the shelves. It's a beautiful thing. My few dozen hardbacks are eyesores. Each is a different size. Put them all together on one shelf and you don't get a nice neat row, you get a mish-mash of sizes, with no rhyme or reason. It's ugly. And don't even bother trying to pack them neatly if you have to move. Paperbacks, being of uniform size, can be easily and neatly boxed up. You might as well throw your hardbacks away as try to box them up; it's like a three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle with no solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dust jackets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the useless invention known as a dust jacket. They were invented because somebody noticed that books, being made in one piece, are too easy to read. "What can we do to make reading more difficult?" they asked. Dust jackets fall off, get torn, and generally get in the way of the reading experience. There are no such problems with paperbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoddy quality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardback novels today are crummy pieces of junk that fall apart after a few readings. (The exceptions are books designed as collectors items, but those aren't really books, those are collectibles. Real books are designed for reading, not for setting on a collector's shelf as a trophy.) So if you're looking for a good quality book that will last a century, today's hardbacks will disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why should a novel last a hundred years, anyway? If the novel has any merit, it will still be in print next century. If it's not any good, nobody is going to read it then anyway. Some books need to last a long time--dictionaries, almanacs, atlases, and other reference books--but there's not much use for a forgotten novel of last century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardback novels are more expensive than paperbacks. You can't get a hardback for much less then $25, whereas a paperback rarely costs more than $11. Why would I want to pay extra for a book that is bulkier, does not come in a standard size, has an annoying dust jacket, and is just a shoddily constructed as a paperback? I can't think of a single reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reader of Books says: Only a paperback novel is worth my money. Hardbacks are worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8410499518843819360?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8410499518843819360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8410499518843819360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8410499518843819360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8410499518843819360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-useless-hardbacks.html' title='Rant: Useless hardbacks'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-7802349491802199022</id><published>2007-06-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:24.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Brunner'/><title type='text'>Players at the Game of People, by John Brunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RmYg7f5l44I/AAAAAAAAABU/BKRKINiAlmM/s1600-h/brunner-playersgamepeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RmYg7f5l44I/AAAAAAAAABU/BKRKINiAlmM/s200/brunner-playersgamepeople.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072778236826870658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 219&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Players at the Game of People&lt;/i&gt; is a distinctly British science fiction novel. By British, I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dystopian&lt;br /&gt;* Critical of the useless upper class&lt;br /&gt;* High regard for a man's honor and reputation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If it were an American book, it would be about enterprise, liberty, and a man's right to his property. Americans don't understand class distinction and don't value a man's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Plot synopsis&lt;/b&gt;: Godwin Harpinshield is one of the secret elite. He has access to every material thing that the world provides--food, drink, property, women. He is not bound by the laws of space and time; he can go swimming in Hawaii in the morning and have brunch in Paris. He does not age. For all this he pays a price: several times a year, he cedes control of his mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Godwin believes himself satisfied with this arrangement. Sometimes he gets jaded, but he always invents some new pursuit to amuse himself. But one incident causes him to doubt whether his loss of liberty is worth it: an encounter with a young girl who he saves during the London Blitz. A few discrepancies in his experience lead him to doubt whether his memories are accurate, whether the incident actually happened, and whether he is really who he believes himself to be. He has sold ownership of his body and mind to an alien possessor, but now he realizes he may have sold his soul as well.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Players at the Game of People&lt;/i&gt; is a hard book to read, because Brunner takes so long to reveal the nature of Godwin's possession. That's deliberate, because Godwin hides that knowledge even from himself. The climax of the book occurs when Godwin is finally forced to confront the facts. But that doesn't make the book any less convoluted and confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-7802349491802199022?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/7802349491802199022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=7802349491802199022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7802349491802199022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/7802349491802199022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/players-at-game-of-people-by-john.html' title='Players at the Game of People, by John Brunner'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RmYg7f5l44I/AAAAAAAAABU/BKRKINiAlmM/s72-c/brunner-playersgamepeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8714095329219338578</id><published>2007-06-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:25.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. E. van Vogt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E. Mayne Hull'/><title type='text'>The Winged Man, by A. E. van Vogt and E. Mayne Hull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RmOC6SN_VcI/AAAAAAAAABM/nPBiVd0M1e4/s1600-h/vanvogt-wingedman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RmOC6SN_VcI/AAAAAAAAABM/nPBiVd0M1e4/s200/vanvogt-wingedman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072041543183848898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 159&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The &lt;i&gt;USS Sea Serpent&lt;/i&gt;, a nuclear-armed submarine, is forcibly brought through time to the year 24,999. Lt. William Kenlon and the rest of the crew find themselves pawns in a war between the world's two races. Earth is inhabited by two species of men: the winged men who live in a flying city, and the fishmen who live under the sea. All the continents and islands of Earth have turned into quicksand, and there is no dry land anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The winged men are responsible for abducting &lt;i&gt;Sea Serpent&lt;/i&gt; and bringing her through time. They desire that &lt;i&gt;Sea Serpent&lt;/i&gt; use nuclear missile to destroy the undersea fortress of the fishmen. At first, Kenlon and his crew refuse to get involved in the war. But it soon becomes clear that more is at stake than a dispute between Earthly nations.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A malevolent alien race is waiting for a chance to conquer and colonize Earth. Kenlon decides that he must eliminate the alien threat and make Earth safe for the winged men and the fishmen--who are bioengineered ancestors of humans. But if he allows winged men and fishmen to destroy themselves in a war, they will be unable to resist the alien invasion. Thus Kenlon is left with a choice: he must utterly destroy one race so that the other can flourish and resist the aliens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8714095329219338578?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8714095329219338578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8714095329219338578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8714095329219338578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8714095329219338578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/winged-man-by-e-van-vogt-and-e-mayne.html' title='The Winged Man, by A. E. van Vogt and E. Mayne Hull'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RmOC6SN_VcI/AAAAAAAAABM/nPBiVd0M1e4/s72-c/vanvogt-wingedman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5059466342399332497</id><published>2007-06-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:44:53.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Retitling</title><content type='html'>I don't know who decided books needed titles, but it's become a tradition. The problems start when books have more than one title. Sometimes this happens because publishers are retarded: &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone&lt;/i&gt; became &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/i&gt; in America because the US publisher was afraid the American public would confuse it with a philosophy textbook. David Brin's &lt;i&gt;Kil'n People&lt;/i&gt; became &lt;i&gt;Kiln People&lt;/i&gt; in America because, well, the publisher thought the American public was too stupid to understand the double meaning in the British title. (Do you see the pattern?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how shall we explain that Alfred Bester's &lt;i&gt;Tyger, Tyger&lt;/i&gt; became &lt;i&gt;The Stars My Destination&lt;/i&gt;, or how Fred Pohl's &lt;i&gt;Demon in the Skull&lt;/i&gt; was renamed &lt;i&gt;A Plague of Pythons&lt;/i&gt;? Can we stick with just one name, please? Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most egregious renaming error may have been committed by the Vance Integral Project. When they republished his masterpiece &lt;i&gt;The Dying Earth&lt;/i&gt;, they decided to call it &lt;i&gt;Mazirian the Magician&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mazirian&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Magician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!? Are you kidding me? &lt;i&gt;The Dying Earth&lt;/i&gt; is a perfect title. It perfectly evokes the sense of grand decay that permeates the book. But &lt;i&gt;Mazirian the Magician&lt;/i&gt; sounds like a crummy second-rate piece of fantasy garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reader of Books commands: No book shall have more than one title. Ever. Especially if the second title is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5059466342399332497?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5059466342399332497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5059466342399332497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5059466342399332497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5059466342399332497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-retitling.html' title='Rant: Retitling'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-4156706349939610895</id><published>2007-05-30T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:25.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polesotechnic'/><title type='text'>Virgin Planet, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlzrTiN_VbI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mnlv5t414_A/s1600-h/anderson-virginplanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlzrTiN_VbI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mnlv5t414_A/s200/anderson-virginplanet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070186001347859890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 159&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Virgin Planet&lt;/i&gt; is a male fantasy gone wild. Explorer Davis Bertram lands on a planet full of beautiful women. The women are the descendants of a few hundred survivors of a crashed colony ship full of women. Bertram quickly finds paradise to be a deathtrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The colony has developed a system of parthenogenesis (similar to human cloning) by which they can propagate the species. But none of them has ever seen a man. Nor, since the planet--named Atlantis--has no mammals, do they have any idea what a human male might be like. (The largest species on Atlantis are huge flightless birds; but birds don't mate quite like mammals do.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Some of the women accept Bertram as a man, but others fear he is a Monster. The most powerful faction, the Doctors, prefers to see Bertram dead, because the arrival of Men would end the Doctors' power as sole keepers of the secret rites of parthenogenesis. Bertram makes a few allies--Barbara and Valeria--but is mostly used as a pawn between various factions vying for power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's worth noting that despite being the only man on a world of women, Bertram is remarkably unlucky at love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-4156706349939610895?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/4156706349939610895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=4156706349939610895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4156706349939610895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/4156706349939610895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/05/virgin-planet-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Virgin Planet, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlzrTiN_VbI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mnlv5t414_A/s72-c/anderson-virginplanet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-9068610317686882758</id><published>2007-05-27T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:25.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polesotechnic'/><title type='text'>The Earth Book of Stormgate, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlpUgCN_VaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D1n7OYYrXxQ/s1600-h/stormgate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlpUgCN_VaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D1n7OYYrXxQ/s200/stormgate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069457239887009186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pages: 434&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wings of Victory&lt;/i&gt;: A first contact expedition finds a settlement of houses, and some large avian animals, but no sign of intelligent creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Problem of Pain&lt;/i&gt;: An alien race has a unique viewpoint on the problem of pain: they view God as the great hunter, and one's life culminates in the great chase, with God and death victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How to be Ethnic in One Easy Lesson&lt;/i&gt;: Jim designs a presentation for the Festival of Man, a celebration of mankind's history and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margin of Profit&lt;/i&gt;: Nick van Rijn's ships to Antares Sector keep being waylayed and boarded by the Borthu empire, thus making the run too expensive to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esau&lt;/i&gt;: Dalmady protects Solar's monopoly on bluejack from Baburites who intend to cut out the middle man by harvesting it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Season of Forgiveness&lt;/i&gt;: A Christmas celebration helps a Polesotechnic trading outpost that is trying to do business with two warring groups of natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Man Who Counts&lt;/i&gt;: Nick van Rijn is cast away on a primitive planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Little Knowledge&lt;/i&gt;: Three criminals hijack a spaceship from a relatively primitive planet, but the pilot outsmarts them and gains the upper hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day of Burning&lt;/i&gt;: Falkayn and the crew of &lt;i&gt;Muddlin' Through&lt;/i&gt; try to help a planet that is about to be bombarded with radiation from a nearby nova, but the planet's governments are too fragmented to adequately coordinate the protection effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lodestar&lt;/i&gt;: Van Rijn seeks the source of Supermetals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wingless&lt;/i&gt;: A human boy, alone among his winged Ythrian friends, saves his Ythrian friend's life during a boating accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rescue on Avalon&lt;/i&gt;: On Avalon, a lone hiker rescues a downed Ythrian, despite being intensely allergic to Ythrians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-9068610317686882758?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/9068610317686882758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=9068610317686882758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/9068610317686882758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/9068610317686882758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/05/earth-book-of-stormgate-by-poul.html' title='The Earth Book of Stormgate, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlpUgCN_VaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D1n7OYYrXxQ/s72-c/stormgate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-6909146500686077408</id><published>2007-05-23T23:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:36:10.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Out of order</title><content type='html'>Life is not always neat and orderly, but fiction should be. I don't tolerate chaos when I read fiction. The Mars series by Edgar Rice Burroughs is neat and orderly. There are eleven books, each follows after the other, in chronological order. There's no debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not neat and orderly is Poul Anderson's Polesotechnic series. There are seven or eight books, but they aren't in any straightforward order. They're all mixed up. If you read the books in order of publication, the internal chronology is all shot to hell. And you can't read them in order of internal chronology, because the chronology is so confusing it's impossible to figure out. To make matters worse, some of the books are collections of short stories--and the stories span all sorts of different time frames. It's enough to make a serious fan crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of a series gone wrong is &lt;i&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/i&gt;. It started out fine, with seven books by C.S. Lewis, numbered in order of publication. But some blockhead decided that just wouldn't do. "Readers are too stupid to comprehend anything that isn't in chrono-linear. We must renumbers the books in order of internal chronology." Never mind that you won't appreciate &lt;i&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/i&gt; until you've finished &lt;i&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Silver Chair&lt;/i&gt;. Now you can't buy a set that's numbered correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, today's commandment is: &lt;i&gt;The only correct way to read a series is in order of original publication.&lt;/i&gt; Anything else is a sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-6909146500686077408?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/6909146500686077408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=6909146500686077408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6909146500686077408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/6909146500686077408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/05/rant-out-of-order.html' title='Rant: Out of order'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-3867906832944496318</id><published>2007-05-22T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:25.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poul Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirkheim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polesotechnic'/><title type='text'>Mirkheim, by Poul Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlOkhiN_VZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUVowOzXBgo/s1600-h/mirkhiem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlOkhiN_VZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUVowOzXBgo/s200/mirkhiem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067574901750060434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 216&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's been at least four years since I've read anything set in Poul Anderson's Polesotechnic League universe, and probably closer to six years. That's too bad, because most of the fun in &lt;i&gt;Mirkheim&lt;/i&gt; is meeting our favorite characters once again. Except in my case, I vaguely remember them, so the charm isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The Polesotechnic League is rife with internal strife, and is basically subjugated to the Commonwealth Government it once defied. When a group of explorers stumbles across the planet Mirkheim, the League and the Commonwealth find themselves on the brink of war against the alien Babur. Mirkheim is a planet heavy in supermetals, those ultra-rare elements that make modern space travel possible. The supermetals on Mirkheim are worth an interstellar war.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Freeman Nick van Rijn hopes to manipulate the League and the Commonwealth so that they won't go charging off to war. But first he must figure out the mystery of Babur: how did they arm so quickly, why are they willing to go to war, and how do they know so much about humans when humans know so little about them? Nick van Rijn sends the crew of &lt;i&gt;Muddlin' Through&lt;/i&gt;--Falkayn, Adzel, and Chee--to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Mirkheim&lt;/i&gt; isn't a bad book, but it's not particularly compelling either. The biggest strike against it is the overbearing libertarian message; I'm a libertarian myself, but Anderson lays it on too thick in &lt;i&gt;Mirkheim&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-3867906832944496318?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/3867906832944496318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=3867906832944496318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3867906832944496318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/3867906832944496318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/05/mirkheim-by-poul-anderson.html' title='Mirkheim, by Poul Anderson'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlOkhiN_VZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUVowOzXBgo/s72-c/mirkhiem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-226188397207096115</id><published>2007-05-20T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:25.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Vance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alastor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyst'/><title type='text'>Wyst: Alastor 1716, by Jack Vance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alastor-Jack-Vance/dp/0312869525/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlEmJyN_VYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vi0UFYdlWEg/s200/alastor.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066873005309646210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 259&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The three thousand bucolic worlds of the Alastor Cluster are ruled by the Connatic, who gives each world a free hand in runnings its own affairs. The various worlds are generally introspective, each having developed its own rich culture, and caring little for events abroad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The Arrabins of Wyst (Alastor 1716) have developed a system called egalism. The government provides all the necessities of life, and in exchange the people work only thirteen hours each week. (All other work is performed by machines or by outside contractors--at great price.) The remainder of their time is spent in the leisurely pursuit of pleasure: games, sport, sex. On the centennial anniversary of the establishment of egalism, the system seems stronger than ever, and the people hope to reduce their weekly drudge even further.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Egalism requires sacrifices, though. The people are crowded onto one small island called Arrabus; the vast continents of Wyst are sparsely populated wilderness. The government provides all food, but the only choices available are three bland concoctions: gruff, deedle, and wobbly. Arrabins go to great lengths to get taste of real food, which they call bonter. People live in colossal featureless apartment blocks, in tiny rooms with randomly assigned roommates. Personal possessions are scarce, and frequently stolen (or &lt;i&gt;snerged&lt;/i&gt; as the Arrabins say.) The egal ideal is absolute equality between persons, so individualism is stifled. Even the differences between sexes are suppressed as much as possible. Making oneself too appealing to the opposite sex is sexivation, and is socially discouraged.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On the eve of the Centenary Festival celebrating one hundred years of Arrabin egalism, a young artist named Jantiff Ravensroke from Zeck (Alastor 503) travels to Wyst to find inspiration. Jantiff samples all that egalism has to offer. He finds his inspiration, but stumbles across something else too. When he recovers his camera (which was snerged from his room) he realizes that its matrix holds evidence of a plot against the Connatic. Jantiff tries to warn the Connatic, but is forced to flee for his life before he can send word. He leaves Arrabus and strikes out into the Weirdlands of the southern continent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile, the Connatic takes an interest in Wyst because it is clear that egalism is a failed experiment. The machines that keep Arrabus running are breaking down. The Arrabins, working only thirteen hours a day at menial jobs, are not able to effect repairs, and Arrabin exports can no longer cover the cost of hiring outside contractors. A delegation of Arrabin leaders arrives at the Connatic's court on Numenes to ask for financial assistance to keep their society afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Vance wrote three Alastor books, of which &lt;i&gt;Wyst&lt;/i&gt; is the best. The other two suffer from plot defects: &lt;i&gt;Trullion&lt;/i&gt; meanders aimlessly and ends without complete resolution; &lt;i&gt;Marune&lt;/i&gt; is tight and focused, but Vance pulls out a deus ex machina to end it prematurely. &lt;i&gt;Wyst&lt;/i&gt; is less focused than &lt;i&gt;Marune&lt;/i&gt; but never meanders like &lt;i&gt;Trullion&lt;/i&gt;; there is no trick ending--Vance wraps up the plot satisfactorily. The only fault is that Vance resorts twice to having Jantiff accidentally overhear his enemies' conversations; it stretches the limits of belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wyst&lt;/i&gt; rates a high four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-226188397207096115?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/226188397207096115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=226188397207096115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/226188397207096115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/226188397207096115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/05/wyst-alastor-1716-by-jack-vance.html' title='Wyst: Alastor 1716, by Jack Vance'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/RlEmJyN_VYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vi0UFYdlWEg/s72-c/alastor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-1578161980655429592</id><published>2007-05-19T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:25.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N. P. B. Barker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barsoom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Rice Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under Crimson Moons'/><title type='text'>Under Crimson Moons, by N. P. B. Barker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.erblist.com/fanfiction/pulps/ucmoons.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk-dqCN_VUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ww-a4qWBtw/s200/ucmoons-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066441451290711362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote about Mars in its old age, when the Barsoomian seas had dried up and the planet was kept inhabitable only by great atmosphere generators. N.P.B. Barker gives us &lt;i&gt;Under Crimson Moons&lt;/i&gt;, a fan fiction novel about Mars in its youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The story mirrors &lt;i&gt;A Princess of Mars&lt;/i&gt;; an Earthman, Englishman Hector Blake, is transported to Mars, where he falls in love with a princess, demonstrates his prowess as a fighting man, saves a nation, earns great respect, and wins the girl's heart. The plot is so perfectly Burroughsesque that I wondered at times whether Barker had just copied out sections wholesale from the Mars novels; but it isn't so. Barker has a gift for reproducing the pulp style of Burroughs's writing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Barker's Mars--which he names Kanthor--is younger than Burroughs's Barsoom, and it is correspondingly more vibrant. Brilliant colors abound, even more so than in Burroughs's writing: blue men, red men, green men, twin crimson moons, black-and-vivid-orange beasts. There isn't a single color word in the English language that Barker fails to use. It's a bit overdone, but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Because this is Mars in its youth, the creatures, races, and nations of Barsoom are still in the inconceivably distant future. Barker has populated Kanthor with a panoply of colorful creatures and races.  Hector Blake spends time among the blue reptilian race of Thoons; he meets the green princess Kara Dea; he fights the blood-red Slithian men who ride on winged snaroths. He fights the tiger-lizard rarnkors, escapes the bear-sized spidery sipperath, and befriends a wild thastak who repays him with canine loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The people of Kanthor are much like Barsoomians in their views about honor, fighting, and swordsmanship. It would hardly be a story worthy of Burroughs were it to be otherwise. Hector Blake is much like John Carter, except English. In all, &lt;i&gt;Under Crimson Moons&lt;/i&gt; is a worthy continuation of the Mars tales. I enjoyed it as much or more than any of Burroughs's books.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Under Crimson Moons&lt;/i&gt; is freely and legally available online at &lt;a href="http://www.erblist.com/fanfiction/pulps/ucmoons.html"&gt;Tangor's Pastiche and Fan Fiction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Victory was mine! Standing ecstatic over the lifeless body of my vanquished enemy, its visage still contorted into an impossible rictus, I was seized by the urge to throw back my head and howl in exultation while beating my breast like a jungle ape.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a close-run thing, but I restrained myself, aware that such an ejaculation would ill-become an Englishman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-1578161980655429592?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/1578161980655429592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=1578161980655429592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/1578161980655429592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/1578161980655429592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/05/under-crimson-moons-by-n-p-b-barker.html' title='Under Crimson Moons, by N. P. B. Barker'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk-dqCN_VUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ww-a4qWBtw/s72-c/ucmoons-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5689769453245947543</id><published>2007-04-25T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:26.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Life for the Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blish'/><title type='text'>A Life for the Stars, by James Blish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_H9yN_VVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CCtEIwmbXVA/s1600-h/lifeforstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_H9yN_VVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CCtEIwmbXVA/s200/lifeforstars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066487970081494354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand years in the future, Earth is an impoverished wasteland. One by one the great cities fit themselves with spindizzy drives and fly off into space in search of work on richer colony worlds. James Blish uses the image of an Okie, a migrant worker in America's Great Depression. These Okie cities fight for scraps in a hostile universe.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Our protagonist is sixteen-year-old Crispin deFord. Chris gets caught in Scranton, Pennsylvania when that city leaves Earth in search of work. Scranton is a desperately poor city: undersupplied, overpopulated, inexperienced; it is ruled by an inept cabal of brutal thugs. Chris is bright but has no job skills--which would normally condemn him to dangerous, backbreaking manual labor. However, he manages to apprentice himself as a navigator. That's a sham, though, because he hasn't the astronomy knowledge necessary to be a real navigator, and Scranton's navigator isn't able to teach him. Finally Chris seizes a chance to better his situation: Scranton trades some of its citizens to New York City for supplies; Chris is part of that trade.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In New York City there are opportunities for Chris. He decides to try for citizenship, and is enrolled in the city schools. When New York works a contract on the planet Heaven, Chris manages to help save the city when he uncovers a plot by their clients to overthrow and seize control of the city. Later, Chris helps again by averting a shooting war when New York finds itself in a standoff with Scranton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5689769453245947543?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5689769453245947543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5689769453245947543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5689769453245947543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5689769453245947543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-for-stars-by-james-blish.html' title='A Life for the Stars, by James Blish'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_H9yN_VVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CCtEIwmbXVA/s72-c/lifeforstars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-5444512694972324777</id><published>2007-04-09T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:26.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connie Willis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doomsday Book'/><title type='text'>Doomsday Book, by Connie Willis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_JryN_VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zCFRWwGIVlU/s1600-h/doomsdaybook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_JryN_VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zCFRWwGIVlU/s200/doomsdaybook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066489859867104610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 4&lt;br /&gt;  Pages: 578&lt;br /&gt;  Awards: 1993 Hugo, 1992 Nebula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The trickiest part of writing believable time travel stories is handling the paradox problem: what happens if I go back in time and prevent Kennedy's assassination? In &lt;i&gt;Doomsday Book&lt;/i&gt;, Connie Willis solves the problem by making it impossible to change the past. Past events are fixed, and the laws of the universe don't allow them to be changed. If I try to travel back in time to prevent the Kennedy assassination, my arrival time will "slip" past the critical juncture, and I will arrive too late to prevent the historical events from occurring.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  This makes time travel difficult, because you can never know exactly how much slippage there will be; slippage can be as little as a few seconds or as much as several years, depending on the events at your target destination time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Doomsday Book&lt;/i&gt; begins as Kivrin, a graduate student, is sent back alone to a village in 1320 to study conditions in England in the Middle Ages. She is eager but ill-prepared; her trip is part of a petty university departmental power struggle, by professors who care more about their standing than the wellbeing of their students.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Kivrin arrives in the Middle Ages and immediately falls ill. Back in the 21st century, a similar outbreak of illness occurs. The diseases seem similar, but the 21st century influenza is contagious and deadly, but back in the Middle Ages, Kivrin is the only one sick. But no sooner does Kivrin recover from her illness than another sickness strikes the village; Kivran watches as everyone in the village falls ill and dies horribly.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The majority of the book is an exercise in contrasts between the way 21st century and 14th century England deal with epidemics. Kivrin's story is heartrending, and makes &lt;i&gt;Doomsday Book&lt;/i&gt; worth reading. The 21st century epidemic feels like a farce, though, and is hard to take seriously. In fact, everything about the 21st century seems petty and unreal; it's not a convincing future. But Connie Willis has created a captivating 14th century, and that's why &lt;i&gt;Doomsday Book&lt;/i&gt; rates a four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-5444512694972324777?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/5444512694972324777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=5444512694972324777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5444512694972324777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/5444512694972324777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/04/doomsday-book-by-connie-willis.html' title='Doomsday Book, by Connie Willis'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_JryN_VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zCFRWwGIVlU/s72-c/doomsdaybook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891290590483346824.post-8851316132821716589</id><published>2007-04-08T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:26.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigmund Brouwer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Helix'/><title type='text'>Double Helix, by Sigmund Brouwer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_KhiN_VXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SZWirgLy1ek/s1600-h/doublehelix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_KhiN_VXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SZWirgLy1ek/s200/doublehelix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066490783285073266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rating: 2&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 306&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Sigmund Brouwer has talent, &lt;i&gt;Double Helix&lt;/i&gt; displays none of it. The sparse bits of science take a back seat to the ludicrous plot, and the characters are caricatures rather than believable figures with human motivations. Then, for good measure, Brouwer throws in some gratuitous religion at the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villains are cartoonish. Van Klees, the top baddie, heads a clandestine research operation that is using cloning and genetic engineering to produce the perfect human. Van Klees has no scruples, and performs all manner of grisly experiments on creations. He kills anyone who learns too much about his Institute. No motivation other than money is offered to explain Van Klees's monstrous crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Klees's right hand man is Zwaan. His only motivation appears to be sadism: he enjoys torturing people. Zwaan does all the dirty work: arranging accidents for people who know too much about the Institute, torturing and murdering any Institute scientist who steps out of line, and kidnapping African refugees to use as surrogate mothers for Van Klees's clones. Zwaan is a cold-blooded killer whose favorite part of inflicting pain is listening to the symphonies of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of justice we have Slater Ellis, a man on the run from the law. He's been hiding out in New Mexico until he stumbles upon three children who escaped from Van Klees's laboratory. The children speak only Latin (again, not explained in the book. Where did Van Klees even find a native speaker of Latin to raise the clones?) Instead of turning the kids over to the authorities, or just letting them go, Ellis takes it upon himself to exact justice on Van Klees. He gets help from a professor of Latin from a California university--who also doesn't see the need to contact the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other hero/love interest is Paige Stephens, widow of Darby Stephens, who killed himself out of guilt over his involvement in Van Klees's Institute. Paige investigates her husband's death, and her meddling eventually leads her to Slater Ellis. (Actually, an unbelievably fortuitous coincidence leads Ellis to &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, but let's not criticize Brouwer too much. Writing books is hard.) Together, they outwit Van Klees and bring down his empire of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Double Helix&lt;/i&gt; rates barely a two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891290590483346824-8851316132821716589?l=strangerthansf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/feeds/8851316132821716589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891290590483346824&amp;postID=8851316132821716589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8851316132821716589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891290590483346824/posts/default/8851316132821716589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerthansf.blogspot.com/2007/04/double-helix-by-sigmund-brouwer.html' title='Double Helix, by Sigmund Brouwer'/><author><name>Reader of Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06278900989777483879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/S55ejhqyu4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jygWUqahZ-U/s1600-R/avjew.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZk4RjHphi8/Rk_KhiN_VXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SZWirgLy1ek/s72-c/doublehelix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
