Showing posts with label science fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science fiction. Show all posts

Friday, November 4, 2022

3 Bookens

Here are three books:  "Sci-fi" or "SF" or "Science Fiction" or "Speculative Fiction" or "3 dogs flying the Tricolor," singing the Marseillaise and brandishing sickles, whilst ballerinas clad in garbage bags recite the phone book of Tampa from 1979:  Aaron, Joseph, xxx-xxxx; Abraham, Jimpernickle Joe, xxx-xxxx; Absalom, Fred P., xxx-xxxx, etc.

This will of course, take hours: for the encore they act out the advertisements; but dig this: they do it in Russian!

So these three books aren't by the titans (Asimov, Clark, Bester, Heinlein) nor the relatively younger Sterling, Gibson, nor especially literary, like Atwood.

Not especially well-known, thus not influential; not mind-blowing unknowns either, not plot-wise, not stylistically, not something one can pin down so easily.  In many ways it's the mood they create, the atmosphere.

I like 'em all to a number. For a character, a scene, a concept, an overall feeling.  It occurs to me there's a relation to my first novella in these choices:  Dissolute narrators, vaguely aristocratic, who find a purpose thrust upon them.  Not explicitly like Gully Foyle, but these characters without strong principle or purpose get hit on the head in some way.  Kismet rings.  Our heroes pretty much call destiny's bluff and each one changes the course of history....for a planet, or the galaxy entire.  For better or for worse.

The Star Virus isn't especially great, but it captured me from scene one. A garish psychedelia, an ennui in the face of the marvelous. Protagonist Rodrone is basically l'Étranger....

I don't know what it is about Emphyrio.  Like my book, it's an odd mix, a pre-industrial society with a lotta "Anchors aweigh, goodbye spaceport!"  Perhaps the somewhat horrifying aspects towards the conclusion stuck with me. These two books, and that which follows, are very similar.  Short novels focused on a "man with a mission."  Treks through foreboding wastes populated by deadly beasts and even deadlier humans.  Grim.  A future of shit.

The Rosetta Codex is about a young man who's jettisoned from, then must reclaim, his title, wealth, power.  It shares a similar kind of hero as our last examples.  What really got me is one scene.  I might pull a Burroughs and steal the image.  If Lautréamont and Houellebecq can do it....I actually am in full favor of appropriation in literature.  Not academic work.  And "stealing up" as opposed to "stealing down." I think it would be fair for me to steal from Dan Brown. But not vice-versa....

In fact that's how I got turned onto Star Virus:  Burroughs took the idea of "deadliners" from it and integrated it into Nova Express.  Fair enough, apparently reading "The" Naked Lunch shook J. Barrington Bayley out of his doldrums and a relatively "non-fecund" period due to his disillusionment with writing.  I won't tell what it is, but the deadliners are eerie, grotesque, their weird dancing and games disturbing.  Existential dread on a cosmic scale.

But in Codex it's a more tangible scene, not so much horrifying as odd and creepy.  A barque in a swamp with a corpse swathed in rags propped up in the bow.  What's not to like?

I know that's not especially profound "lit-crit." Et alors?

Monday, August 22, 2022

Star Trek: Stories


Since the Trek franchise has gone buck-wild and is currently airing 3 live-action and 2 animated series, with at least 2 more in the works, I thought it's time to publicly air an idea for a show I've been thinking about for years.

This show would not focus on a ship or a space station.  It wouldn't really even be about Starfleet at all.  It would be an anthology series, each episode independent of the other, with an arc in the background vaguely tying all the stories together.

There would not be any recurring characters, although a featured character in one episode could reoccur as a background character in another.

So, if not Starfleet, who would be the characters?  Let's imagine a ten-episode series, like 2/3rds of the current crop (Strange New Worlds, Picard).  Just off the top of my head, episodes could feature:

1. An autistic student

2. A teacher

3. A homeless person

4. An artist

5. A stay at home mom or dad

6. A robot repair person 

7. A (ocean) ship's captain

8. A miner

9. A con-artist

10. An underwater archeologist (uncovering sunken Florida)

These are just ideas. Any other ten ideas could be just as valid.  I was thinking it could take place on Earth, or anywhere in the Solar System.  Or galaxy.  But I like the idea of the long-term effects of space exploration and alien contact on the human condition.

The background story could be an impending invasion by a powerful species, a rift in space-time, a reversal of the Earth's poles, or predicted devastating solar flares.  Whatever, actually.  It could be meaningful, or it could be a Macguffin.  This would be the background as each story played out.

The autistic kid could feature in episode one, then segue into the teacher's home life. She or he often passes a homeless person and the next episode begins when the teacher gives him or her an apple.  The artist might come in as a flashback....maybe the homeless person was an artist?  Who knows?  One story would flow into the next based on one character's minor role in an episode.  The ship captain has a reserved archeologist on board.  The following episode takes place underwater as the archeologist uncovers....what, exactly?

Meanwhile, ominous PSA's warn of what to do if the sun starts shooting flames.  Or how to detect space-time unraveling in your dining room, or if, if, if....

Starfleet might enter the picture, sometimes sympathetically, but maybe sometimes as self-righteous busy-bodies some characters resent.  Not all main characters have to be human, and episodes could take place anywhere in the Solar System:  Luna, Mars, Enceladus, Titan, Europa, Ceres.

The miner might be the stay at home dad's sister, seen briefly as a holo-mail or on a screen saying happy birthday.

The characters can be linked very tangentially, if barely at all.  

Endless possibilities. Basically, no starships, Starfleet, alien battles, or great villains.  Just everyday life in the Utopic future.

So, whaddya think, Trek fans?  Green light this sucker and let's see what it means to busk outside a transporter pad in 24th-century Paris....

Sunday, May 29, 2022

All in the Family: Poets and Writers

 
I published my novella The Ice Mine in 2018, but my great-aunt Alice Adkins beat me to it by 84 years.
 
Alice was a badass. She was blind, yet traveled to Africa, Asia, Australia, the Arctic Circle, and of course, Europe.  She translated from the French and also spoke German, I believe.  Family letters show a woman who was kind, whip-smart, cultivated, and unstoppable.  Her husband was a geographer of some note (part of the delegation which hammered out the Treaty of Versailles, for example), Douglas Johnson, and apparently she was a woman who could go toe-to-toe with him on any day of the week.
 
She published Fog Phantoms and other Poems in 1934.  This slim volume contains original poems and translations from the French.  Here's one of her poems from her school days, 31 years prior: 

from Adytum, 1903:
 
The Secret 
 
The wind is whisp'ring thro' the leafy trees; 
The rippling brooklet answers to the breeze. 
Fleecy clouds across the sky are trailing, 
In the sea of sunshine slowly sailing; 
 
And the ferns and grasses swing and sway; 
While the birds make music all the day. 
Birds and brooklet — tell me what you sing, 
You and yonder bubbling little spring, 
 
Is it on the past you're fondly dwelling, 
O'er and o'er some simple story telling? 
Won't you tell me clearly, all the tale, 
All the secrets of this dreamy vale? 
 
Ah ! But they are secrets, every one, 
Many, many ; but we tell to none; 
 
For the youths and maidens often wander 
To the fatal tree and boulder yonder, 
Tho' we listen long it is in vain! 
We only know they leave thro' lover's lane.
 
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I don't know when he wrote it, but my great-grandfather Alvin Adkins (1853-1926) wrote the following poem, probably close to his death.  Alvin was a farmer, but he was an intellectual man as well.  His wife Emily was descended from Dutch settlers who'd established farms in what is now Brooklyn as early as the the 1650's.  Through her, I am a distant relative of Humphrey Bogart. 
 
Bury Me on the Hill Top High

Under the blue and starlit sky,
Placing my feet towards Sun Rise Street
Placing my head where sun sets meet,
Leaving one hand next to the Northern Light
Placing the right toward the South land bright.

Leave my soul in the care of God
Bury my hopes where Christ had trod,
Think of the Christ who died for me
Think of the Christ who made men free
Give to the world the best of will
Render to man ill for ill.

Forget me not in life's years
When time has dried your loving tears
Enrich the land that gave us birth
Make more happy this home of earth,
Honor the God whose land ye till,
Seeking the best your mission fulfill.

But when you bury my body in the hill top high
Under the blue and starlit sky,
Bury my love in the love of my friends
Letting it live there till Christ descends
Let it grow through eternity's end.


Alvin, along with his dad Isaac and his son Elgin, my grandfather, also have the distinct honor of having been arrested for attempted murder!  How now, Caravaggio?
 
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My most renowned in ancestor, writing-wise, was my great-aunt, from my mom's side, who was a successful romance novelist. Her name was Tilly Armstrong, but she published under other names as well.  Tilly served terms as both Chair and VP of the Romantic Novelists' Association (UK).  Before her writing career, she'd worked for the World Health Organization in Geneva, and later, for 18 months in Canada.  At some point she became the personal secretary to the Chairman of British Steel, Lord Melchett.  Quite a woman. 
 
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As Tilly Armstrong
  • Lightly Like a Flower (1978)
  • Come Live With Me (1979)
  • Joy Runs High (1979)
  • Limited Engagement (1980)
  • Summer Tangle (1983)
  • Small Town Girl (1984)
  • Pretty Penny (1985)
As Tania Langley
  • Dawn (1980)
  • Mademoiselle Madeleine (1981)
  • The London Linnet (1985)
  • Genevra (1987)
As Kate Alexander
  • Fields of Battle (1981)
  • Friends and Enemies (1982)
  • Paths of Peace (1984)
  • Bright Tomorrows (1985)
  • Songs of War (1987)
  • Great Possessions (1989)
  • The Shining Country (1991)
  • The House of Hope (1992)
  • Voices of Song (1994)
  • The Anthology of Love and Romance (edited, 1994) (including stories by Rosamunde Pilcher, Georgette Heyer, Edith Wharton et al)
  • Family Trees (1995)
  • Love and Duty (1998)
So, there you have it. Go Tilly! Some of my literary antecedents. 
 
My great-uncle Homer Burton Adkins was an author of scientific textbooks, and was a leading organic chemist of his time.  The Adkins Catalyst and Adkins-Peterson reaction bear his name.  My second cousin Roger, Homer's son, worked in the Office of Management and Budget, working face to face with Presidents from Eisenhower to Clinton.  Roger was not a "front office" guy, but Google the OMB and his name and he's all over the place.
 
One day, I'll get into all these things, but just wanted to name-check some of the literary ancestors I never knew existed when I started writing as a teenager....

Saturday, August 11, 2018

"William Burroughs meets Heart of Darkness"


Sorry for the low output on the blog in recent months, but I just haven't had anything to say.

The Ice Mine, my recently-published novella, has gotten a review.  5 stars, no less.  Then again, it was written by my mother.  Not really.  Check it out, and then buy the book.  Keep independent publishing alive.  Forgive the shameless self-promotion, but I wrote a book damnit...and I want it to be read! 


le 8 août 2018 

This first-person narrative really feels like back in the Heart of Darkness, only this time the voyage is through a futuristic terrain, and the narrator is coming off a drug addiction. The story flowed easily, with bouts of philosophical musings that were poignant and that had me laughing at times. I would have enjoyed an even longer book, as the only criticism I can think is that the novella size does it injustice. Well worth the read. Kudos to Adkins on his first novel...definitely want to read more of his books.

Friday, April 27, 2018

Deep Space Nine: An Appreciation

This post contains a lot of Spoilers. 

I am not a Trekkie, nor a Trekker.  I don't collect figurines, go to conventions, do cosplay, or speak Klingon.  But I am a big fan of the franchise.  I know who Deanna Troi is.  And Harry Mudd.  And Jake Sisko.  I know King Hussein was an extra on one episode of Voyager, and that Iggy Pop once appeared on Deep Space Nine (DS9) as a Vorta.  I've talked for hours about the show with a lot of people like myself.  Not Trekkers or Trekkies, but fans.

I don't remember ever not knowing about Star Trek.  I was born in 1970 when the original Star Trek (TOS) was fresh off the air, but it quickly entered into syndication and has probably never been off the air since.  I'm sure I caught some episodes of TOS and the animated series as a kid.  My first real memory though, is from the time I was in high school.  We'd finish the school day at 2:45.  I'd hop into my '76 Toyota Corolla and speed home, just in time to plop down onto the couch and catch the daily episode shown at 3 PM on Channel 44 WTOG in Tampa.

When The Next Generation (TNG) was announced, I was stoked and waited with great anticipation for the pilot episode.  I must have watched it religiously at first, but I eventually stopped watching it regularly as it came out, but I would often catch the reruns late at night, bleary-eyed with beer.

I also saw the pilot of DS9 but soon stopped watching it. (Same goes for Voyager and Enterprise). At the time I wasn't particularly smitten, just kind of ho-hum.  I preferred Voyager when it eventually appeared.  Of all the franchises, DS9 was my least favorite.  I kind of even bad-mouthed it for a while and had friendly arguments with a friend with whom I'd seen a lot of TNG; he thought it was the best series in the franchise.

Fast Forward 20 years to 2018.  Recently separated from my wife, living alone with way too much time on my hands, I have access to my wife's Netflix account.  I watch a lot of stand-up and various series, before deciding to watch DS9 again.  Apparently, binge-watching DS9 has become something of a thing, but I hadn't known that.  It makes sense though, because it's the only Trek with a story arc spanning all seven seasons.  At 25 episodes a season, that's a lot of television.  But it's worth it.

Because DS9 is a station and not a ship, it logically stays in one place, which means there's a much larger chance that characters will reappear; DS9 isn't warping off to a new destination every episode, so there's a much greater need to develop that place and the characters who inhabit it.  Indeed, DS9 is the only series in the Trek franchise that has a continuous arc.  There are a number of two or even three-part episodes that must be watched together in order to follow the story.  Even the stand-alone episodes contribute to the arc, and there are many episodes that make no sense if you haven't seen the preceding episodes.  Many of the stand-alones can be watched out of the larger context and still be enjoyed, but they often nuance, fill-in, or otherwise complete aspects of the overall story arc.

There are some episodes that have nothing to do with the arc, and these are quite often innovative and funny.  Like the episode where Quark and Rom take young Nog to Earth to enter Starfleet Academy.  Some kind of temporal distortion sends them back in time and it turns out they're the Roswell aliens.  Or another time-travel tale in which the crew must capture a Klingon spy; in this episode they seamlessly integrate the characters into an actual episode from the original series.  They become background characters to the main action of the original episode and the actors in the original episode become background characters to the DS9 story.  It even has Sisko speaking to Kirk at some point.  In addition to being technically clever, there's something wonderful about seeing what happens outside of the frame, and hints at a larger "reality" beyond what is shown onscreen.

Then there's an episode in which Sisko enters another kind of reality and imagines himself to be a science fiction writer for a pulp magazine in the early 60's.  This turns out to be related to the arc, as he is communicating unbeknownst to him with "the Prophets", aliens who live in a wormhole and who in a way, created Sisko.  Turns out one of them "possessed" a woman who had a liaison with his father.

This episode deals with racism in a head-on way, and there's a scene where a young hoodlum (who in "reality" is Sisko's son) says, "Well I got news for you... today or a hundred years from now don't make a bit of difference – as far as they're concerned, we'll always be niggers."  Now, that may not seem so daring today, but remember, this is the 90's and that was a hard-hitting and bold thing to script.

Racism is addressed several times on the show, and deftly.  In later episodes Dr. Bashir creates a holographic version of a Vegas casino lounge and a Sinatra-like crooner.  The characters drink and pass time in this simulated reality in order to relax.  I remember thinking it was a bit louche to have black characters so at ease in a place where in reality they hadn't even been permitted to enter.  There's a famous story about the Sands not allowing Sammy Davis to enter.  Sinatra wouldn't hear of it and forced the issue, and no one messed with the COB.  Well, it turns out in a later episode Sisko is asked to join the team on a caper to help save the crooner Vic Fontaine, but Sisko refuses.  He explains that he doesn't want to play fantasy in a setting where in reality he wouldn't have been permitted.  It offends him to so glibly whitewash history.  But as his girlfriend explains, you don't have to forget history, and you can still play in it, not as things were but as they should have been.  Sisko does eventually join the caper, but Avery Brooks probably originally objected for the same reason as his character.  Once the issue is addressed, and people are made to face an ugly aspect of history, it's somewhat defused and we can watch the episode without a nagging sense of unease.  I certainly felt that a 60's Vegas setting with African-Americans in the casinos, as if it were historically tenable, was an affront to good conscience, and I'm not an especially PC guy.  

DS9 is set on a station orbiting the planet Bajor, a planet which was occupied by a militaristic species, the Cardassians.  The station was built by Cardassia and has been handed over to the Federation after their withdrawal and a peace treaty between the two.  This allows for a goldmine of storytelling opportunities.  To keep from being too static and limited to this one system, a wormhole to the Gamma Quadrant is discovered.  This allows for two things.  First, it makes it possible for the show to incorporate a lot of new species, friendly and not so friendly, from an unknown part of the galaxy.  It makes the inclusion of so many new species believable.  Secondly, because of its strategic importance, it puts DS9 at the epicenter of a lot of action.  As it allows the species of the Alpha Quadrant to explore a vast new frontier, it makes it quite credible that a lot of familiar species would pass by or visit the station before moving on:  Klingons, Romulans, Ferengi, etc.  There are not many appearances by the Vulcans, for some reason.

DS9 doesn't shy away from the dark realities of war:  occupation, war crimes, labor camps, genocide, terrorism, war orphans, lasting wounds both physical and psychic, PTSD, babies born of occupiers and occupied, "comfort girls", loyalty, treason, religious fanaticism, assassination, dirty tricks, sabotage, mind control, death, fear, hatred, guilt.

It's perhaps the darkest series of the franchise (the most recent, Discovery excluded), the most complex and most nuanced.  The characters are the most believable, conflicted and portrayed with faults.  Yes, they're still bright go-getters of intense loyalty who constantly put their lives on the line for others, but they're simply much more complex.

The ensemble cast is probably the one with the most character development.  Characters fall in love, some get married, spouses and loved ones die.  Nog goes from a lazy n'er-do-well to a Starfleet officer.  The supporting cast is diverse and colorful as well, with a special nod to Garak, an exiled spy cum tailor with a gift for the gab.  The Cardassians all seem to enjoy the sound of their own voices, and this is especially true of Gul Dukat, an occupation leader and former commander of Deep Space Nine, then known as Terok Nor.  His character arc is brilliant, as he goes from arrogant enemy, collaborator with the Dominion, briefly leader of Cardassia, to a megalomaniacal self-styled prophet obsessed with releasing the Pah Wraiths, who are essentially the Fallen Angels of the wormhole aliens, or Prophets.  Dukat goes from thinking of himself as a stern but fair benefactor of the Bajorans to a would-be savior, having his body modified to look like a Bajoran so he may move among them freely.  He becomes the lover of an immoral and self-serving Bajoran spiritual leader, who later exiles him to beg in the streets after being blinded by the Wraiths.  His sight is eventually restored, as is his Cardassian form, before being killed by Sisko.  Other Cardassians go from cold-blooded killers to redeemed freedom fighters working side by side with a former Bajoran terrorist.

DS9 does the most of any of the series to expand upon the galaxy: the politics, the culture, the nature of Starfleet, which is often portrayed as corrupt and beset by inner turmoil, including the nefarious Section 31, a black-ops unit that breaks all the rules of Starfleet and betrays all of its principles in order to save it.  And Starfleet turns a blind eye because they are at war.  Which is an important message.

There are darker, more complex and maybe better portrayals of war and its consequences, or of life in space and alien conflict, but DS9 is enjoyable almost down to an episode.  In the wake of DS9 I've started in on Voyager and I've already just half-watched several episodes.  There's some good stuff there as well and I like Janeway, but it's just doesn't have as compelling an arc and too many episodes are merely the "new planet, new dilemma" kind of discombobulated formula.  Their actions have consequences and past enemies return to haunt them, but every episode is pretty much a stand alone where on one day they've all gone through an incredible trauma and the next episode they're right as rain.

So, I've totally geeked out with a mediocre bit of fanboy enthusiasm, but there it is, unfiltered and still pretty much what I like about the show....