So You’re New to Science Fiction, eh? Try Reading This First

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[NOTE: The shiny new Australia/New Zealand edition of my book TIME MACHINES REPAIRED WHILE-U-WAIT is coming out from Fremantle Press here NEXT WEEK [bounce!bounce!bounce!]! They’ve asked me to write some book club discussion notes for the book, and write a short piece about science fiction itself (and how my book fits into the tradition) for people who don’t read sf much, who might be interested. So I put together the following. It’s by no means comprehensive, and I did just scribble it down off the top of my head, but see what you think–Adrian]
Science fiction is a body of literature dating back over 100 years. Among the first science fiction works are HG Wells’s novel, The Time Machine, though there are far earlier examples of "travelling in time" in works of literature dating back even further. Mark Twain’s "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court" features a guy who travels back in time via mysterious means and winds up, as the title suggests, in Camelot. Hijinks ensue.

Science fiction is a literature of ideas, of speculation about how things in the world might be different, if one or two things about our world, or indeed, our universe, were different–and how people, human beings, might or might not respond or adapt to these changes. People who aren’t in the know about science fiction tend to get caught up in the gadgetry and whizziness of the science part of the name, but it’s important to realise that science fiction is *fiction* first and foremost. It’s about exploring human nature in unusual circumstances. It is not about predicting the future, which is the most common misconception people have about science fiction. It sets out to explore different ideas and possibilities, but at no point does it set out to make predictions. For example, in my novel Time Machines Repaired While-U-Wait there is the idea that in about twenty years we’ll have time machines, that they’ll be widely available, and everyone will have one. I’m not seriously predicting that this is going to happen, or even likely to happen. In the real world, time travel is technically possible, but it is enormously difficult, and current theory suggests that there would be extremely serious limits on what a time traveller could do, even if she could get the machine to work.

It is widely thought that science fiction is all about spaceships, aliens, remote planets, the distant future, and even, to borrow from Canadian author Margaret Attwood’s thoughts on the subject, "full of talking squids in outer space". She continues to insist that she does not write science fiction. She writes books about genetic engineering, about climate catastrophes, and all manner of extremely speculative ideas, which, to those of us in the science fiction community, mark her work as genuine sf. She doesn’t believe it, and won’t be told otherwise. Cormac McCarthy wrote a novel called The Road, about a father and son walking through a world where some terrible catastrophe has occurred. This book is held up as literature. We in the sf community identify it as science fiction, because the post-apocalyptic theme is right up our street. It’s a what-if scenario: what if the world ended catastrophically? This theme is one of the most prominent in science fiction, probably stemming from many authors living through the Cold War, ecological crisis, political anxiety, and other real-world disasters apparently just waiting to happen. What would happen if one or more of these came true? What would the world be like after a nuclear war? What if all but a few people died? What if there were alien lifeforms out there, and they came here? I could go on and on with these examples. Science fiction is nothing if not a fertile field. Hundreds, even thousands, of new, original science fiction novels are published annually, some of them by authors who insist they are not committing actual science fiction, but who really are. It is the genre which, sometimes, dare not speak its name.

Why would an author be embarrassed about writing science fiction? It was good enough for Nobel laureate Doris Lessing, who wrote several works of science fiction, and reports that she’s very proud of them, and wishes reporters would ask her about them more. But some authors are embarrassed about science fiction. It’s true that the field comes from humble roots. There used to be a wealth of magazines printed on pulp paper, in which all manner of lurid, sensational, and often not very good stories of colourful aliens, amazing spaceships, wars with aliens, and, yes, bug-eyed monsters having sex with scantily-clad ladies. And some of these stories are still great fun to read. The critics of science fiction, and those who continue to insist that their excellent works of science fiction are really just "literature that happens to take place in an imagined future setting" believe that the field today is still like it was in the 50s and 60s. They think science fiction is the sort of thing you often see dished up in TV shows and popular movies. It’s true that these are considered sf, but there is much more to the field, too much to describe in this short space. If you’ve ever wondered what the world would be like if there were no men, or no women; if you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to live on other planets; if you’ve ever wondered what it would be like if you went back in time and met Jesus Christ as he was being crucified; then science fiction is for you. It’s fun, and thought-provoking. It might even make you see yourself, and the world, very differently.

As for combining crime and sf themes in one story: this is an old trick, dating back at least to Isaac Asimov, one of the legends of the sf field, and a giant in the world of books generally, having written literally hundreds of books during his life, including many nonfiction titles, science textbooks (he was also a professor of biochemistry), popular science titles, and much else. But he also wrote a lot of science fiction/crime novels and short stories. It was from this work of his that I got interested in the idea of combining the two genres. It’s fairly easy to do, as well. For a crime or detective story, you need sinister goings-on. A murder, or several murders, is a great start. Who did it? Who are the victims? How do we find the killer? All standard police procedural/detective story notions. Then you add a science fictional idea: what if time travel was not only possible but widespread and incredibly commonplace? How do these two things go together? The detective story gives you the basic framework, in which you need a detective or sleuth, you need witnesses, suspects, and of course you need to know what actually happened. Your detective character can work through a number of ideas, leads, theories about what happened, and you resolve it all at the end. Into this framework you inject your sf idea. Asimov wrote stories set in a world where robots were common, and extremely intelligent, but non-threatening to humans. But a murder occurs, and the robots are suspects. Could they have done it?

More generally, though, science fiction is, in the end, about scientific speculation at some level. And science relies on the "scientific method" in order to turn observations, and ideas, into hypotheses, theories, experiments, and arriving, hopefully at an explanation of what’s really going on in the world, subject to further investigation. And it’s investigation itself that makes science ficiton and crime fiction work so well together: in both types of fiction something has happened and characters are trying to figure out exactly what it was, and what to do about it. Science fiction is often about exploring the unknown, trying to figure out mysteries large and small. And likewise in detective or crime fiction, there are again mysteries to solve. It just makes sense to combine the two. Crime fiction is still published, as well as in novels, in pulp magazines, just like science fiction has always done. In some ways the two genres are like two sides of the same coin, featuring many commonalities, as well as their own unique flavours.

15 Books (well, 15-ish)

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Greethings, Earthlings!

On Facebook recently, a meme has been going around inviting people to list 15 books that are important to them, or which will stay with them forever. I don’t generally like the sorts of stupid quiz that asks, "What punctuation mark are you?" (surely that should be "which" punctuation mark, anyway) and their tedious, meaningless ilk, but I liked this one. And I thought it would be fun to share it over here, too.

Hmm, well, just 15 books, eh? Tricky.

1. The Magic Faraway Tree , by Enid Blyton (read endlessly when a sprog, along with its various sequels, loved the lot)

2. Assorted Dr Seuss titles (a Dr Seuss was one of the first books I read all by myself, when I was 22. :)

3. All of Robert Heinlein’s juvenile novels (I know it’s cheating just to rope in an entire body of work by an author, and you are welcome to sue me over such a scandalous matter :) I read these books when I was about 14-15, exactly the right age to get the right PHWOAR! charge out of them.

4. Neuromancer , by William Gibson (first read in 1985, when it came out, and, all by itself, woke me up from a stupor induced by boring 70s/80s-era sf. Have read and re-read endlessly since–PHWOAR!)

5. Trillions , by Nicholas Fisk (actually read in high school, but was brilliant)

6. Catch-22 , by Joseph Heller (first read when about 18, and missed most of what was brilliant about it, and re-read periodically since, including a few weeks ago–one of most PHWOAR-worthy books I ever read)

7. Macbeth , by that Wm. Shakespeare (not actually a novel, but the first Shakespeare play that made a real impact on me, and has since become a favourite)

8. Labyrinths , by Jorge Luis Borges (collection of short stories, essays, brief parables, and some poetry–my favourite book to take along to doctor’s appointments, etc, when I might have to sit for a while. Utterly PHWOAR-worthy, notably "Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", "The Garden of Forking Paths", "The Library of Babel", "Death and the Compass", "Funes the Memorious", and really so many others. Just brilliant! Particularly love the author’s way of mixing mystery, crime, myth, fantasy, and other elements, into a brilliant story, in all of five pages, tops. Wow!)

9. Year’s Best SF , ed Gardner Dozois (started reading these collections from the second volume, and love them to tiny bits–how I first discovered Howard Waldrop, for one, which justifies all the others, imho)

10. A Brief History of Time , by Stephen Hawking (surprised by fact I actually *got it*, and was able to finish it, several times now (including updated edition). Mostly reasonably accessible, the jokes are terrible, and just fab. Inspired me to read an enormous number of popular accounts of arcane physics matters (John Gribbin’s work, in particular), and which also inspired me to start studying philosophy, because how hard could it be after reading all this physics stuff? Answer: really hard! :)

11. I, Claudius & Claudius the God , by Robert Graves (marvellous, marvellous novels covering the reigns of the Caesars in Rome, up to, of course, Claudius. Loved these books, gobbled them up.

12. The Last Days of Socrates , by Plato (funny, sad, tragic, infuriating account of the great philosopher’s show trial and then final days, as he argues all his soppy acolytes to a standstill, and tries to get them to grok idea that Socrates welcomed death as an opportunity to fully embrace the ideas about the afterlife he had always espoused–made me all blubbery, it did)

13. Terry Pratchett’s ouevre, by T. Pratchett (again, feel free to sue me for violating the rules) (I resisted these books for many years, but once I finally actually read one, I went, "ooooooooooooh!" which was followed shortly thereafter by PHWOAR!)

14. The Stars my Destination , and The Demolished Man , by Alfred Bester (stunning, just stunning, 50s-era sf, toweringly brilliant, particularly the former, for the amazing synaesthesia bit near the end; and the latter, for the meticulousness of the detective story as well as the sf story)

15. Asimov’s Mysteries , by Isaac Asimov (collection of sf mystery short stories by the master–first read when I was about 14, made me see that mystery/crime could coexist happily with sf–a key influence)

16. At the Mountains of Madness , by HP Lovecraft (yeah, I know, one entry too many, just watch me grin)(Really should include all of Lovecraft’s work, but this one, about a doomed expedition to a remote location in Antarctica, is just stunning, in detail and mood, and of course the purplest prose in all of lit!)

(17. Infinite Jest , by David Foster Wallace (over 1000 pages of dazzling, brain-hurting, crazy, overwhelming, breath-taking and experimental prose, easily one of the most utterly gobsmacking novels I’ve ever read, mere PHWOAR doesn’t do it justice!)

Mixed Nuts

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Things have been a bit lively since last I posted here, so here’s a bit of an update.

1. I didn’t complete Nanowrimo. At first I thought it would be great sitting there writing absolutely anything I fancied, regardless of whether it made sense or not. And the first few days, scribbling the very silly adventures of Mr Ian Wrimo, Master Sleuth, was pretty good. But it wasn’t long before I found myself feeling guilty (yes, guilty) that I was wasting my time on rubbish when I could have been working on something saleable. So I bailed.

2. I spent five days in Joondalup Health Campus around the beginning of December, being tested really quite extensively to find out just why I’d had those mysterious chest pains and shortness of breath. It’s now quite some time later, but still, nobody knows. The pains and other symptoms have not returned, I’m pleased to report, but I would like to know what the hell happened. That day, on my own, having to call an ambulance, wait for it, thinking, “Hmm, I should update my Facebook page, but what if I get up to  go and do that, and I drop dead in the middle of something like, “Adrian Bedford is jusldkasjdkljdh;agkljjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjds” I decided to skip the update. The whole experience was deeply, surprisingly upsetting. Michelle and my folks have been brilliant through the whole thing. The day I came home my dad hugged me—my dad who’s never hugged me in his life. It was a big deal. Last week I had a CT scan to measure my calcium score, or something, which should tell my cardiologist whether I have blockages, and how big they are, or what. I’ll be going to see her next week, probably.

3. I posted here a few times about a new book idea I’d been working on since late last year. Sadly, the bottom fell out from under it. It proved unviable. This was very depressing, and I moped a long time, even after getting what so far seems like a better idea (this time for a possible Time Machines Repaired follow-up volume). I haven’t started actually scribbling yet, but it’s going well.

4. I heard recently that my book has made the shortlist for the Philip K. Dick Awards. Holy frakking heck! Am very worried. This past Saturday evening, in Brisbane, my book won the 2008 Aurealis Award for Best Australian SF Novel. Michelle and I were there for the big event, and it was terrifying, the tension (and the humidity) unbearable. I don’t know how my legs got me across the vast gulf of the stage in front of all the clapping people. I remember blinding lights, happy people, thanking lots of people, particularly Michelle, and not much else. The award is very shiny indeed.

5. Am trying the Windows 7 beta on my laptop, and in fact using the Windows Live Writer service, linked through to my Wordpress blog, to post this. So far I’m liking Windows 7 a great deal (it helps that I got it for free, of course), and may keep it here on the laptop. My desktop is still running Ubuntu 8.10 “Intrepid Ibex”, and Linux remains my True Love. Win7, though, gives it a good run for its money.

6. I’m reading lots of books lately. I’ve been posting mini-reviews of most of them through the iRead service on my Facebook page (look up “Adrian Bedford”).

Japan to Start Work on Space Elevator

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I heard from Charlie Stuart and Cheyenne the other day about this: the Japanese government has announced that they’re going to take a crack at actually building a rooly-trooly space elevator .

Holy crap!

This is very cool news indeed. I knew there were some US companies interested in at least researching what might be needed to build one, but I was given to understand that the difficulty of building carbon nanotubes more than a few millimeters long was going to be a major stumbling block for the forseeable future. And, this article suggests that this difficulty hasn’t gone away. I’m guessing the Japanese figure that if they just blast the problem with the finest scientific and technological brainpower they’ve got a solution will turn up. And I hope they do crack it! What a gobsmacking thing to attempt!

Thanks, Charlie and Cheyenne, for letting me know about this. Amid all the apocalyptic financial news swirling about at the moment, it’s good to hear something like this.

In other news: work continues slowly on new book project. I’m still very much in research mode, trying to learn as much as possible about what it’s like to be a taxi driver here in Perth. To this end today I sent an email to the Taxi Council of WA , the industry’s peak body, with a list of questions I figured they might be able to help me with. Otherwise, I’m spending time scribbling about the background world my hero inhabits, working out the details. Even though the idea is that the story is set in more-or-less present-day Perth, there’s still a very great deal to sort out.

Last: this coming weekend is the Queen’s Birthday long weekend (not actually the Queen’s actual birthday; that’s in April, but a government a long time ago decided we didn’t have enough long weekends in the second half of the year, so arranged for us to have a long weekend at the end of September), and we’re heading off to Mandurah in our shiny new (to us) ca r . We’re staying here . The weather this weekend is forecast to be a bit on the rainy side. I expect we’ll spend a lot of time in very nice cafes, sipping good coffee, reading newspapers, playing games, and having a spiffy time in general.

Gaming as Scientific Method

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Fascinating article on Wired Online by Clive Thompson, about a new scientific study looking at how gamers trying to figure out how to deal with problems in computer games are engaged (whether they know it or not) in the scientific method. I had this same thought many years ago, playing Sonic the Hedgehog on the old Sega Mega-Drive. You start out with a question: how the hell do I deal with this deadly problem in the game? You try stuff, which is to say, you advance hypotheses, which yields results (”Game Over”!). This yields further study, further hypotheses (what if I try x?), probably a lot more “Game Over”, but in the end, if you persist long enough, and are systematic enough, you get the result you want, and lo, you now know how to beat that particular end-of-level boss, or similar.

Here’s an extract…

A few years ago, Constance Steinkuehler — a game academic at the University of Wisconsin — was spending 12 hours a day playing Lineage , the online world game. She was, as she puts it, a "siege princess," running 150-person raids on hellishly difficult bosses. Most of her guild members were teenage boys.

But they were pretty good at figuring out how to defeat the bosses. One day she found out why. A group of them were building Excel spreadsheets into which they’d dump all the information they’d gathered about how each boss behaved: What potions affected it, what attacks it would use, with what damage, and when. Then they’d develop a mathematical model to explain how the boss worked — and to predict how to beat it.

Often, the first model wouldn’t work very well, so the group would argue about how to strengthen it. Some would offer up new data they’d collected, and suggest tweaks to the model. "They’d be sitting around arguing about what model was the best, which was most predictive," Steinkuehler recalls.

That’s when it hit her: The kids were practicing science.

Star Wars Imagery in San Francisco Home Video–No, Really!

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I’ve been reading this blog , which includes colourful and fascinating stories of the author’s days as a taxi driver here in Perth, and found the following video–not at all related to taxi driving–in another part of his site. Some extremely clever work has gone into this thing (though you will get tired of seeing Death Star II turning up so often).

Time (and Turntabling) Shenanigans

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Publisher Brian sent me the following video today. It plays with the idea that yes you can manipulate the flow of time, but only at the expense of creating other problems which you then have to deal with, creating further trouble, etc. It’s an idea I explore a fair bit in my new book, which would be why Brian thought to send it to me. Now if I could just get it to show up, I’d be happy.

[about an hour later] Hmm. I’ve just been banging my head against this problem, and here’s the result:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfX-s4dcYBg

By all means go to the trouble of trying the link. It is a good video. As to how to get a Wordpress blog to easily accept the posting of YouTube videos, I’m all ears. There must be an easy way.

In other news:
I may have a new book idea. Watch this space.

O, How Wrong I Was!

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Have you ever noticed how, when you’ve got some kind of computer-related problem, the kind of problem that makes you thump the desk with your big meaty fist, that makes you cry out with unsavoury language, that drives you up the flippin’ wall, that at least 95% of the time the solution to the entire horrible time-consuming bother proves to be a single check-box that either needs checking, or unchecking, or some similar piddling fix?

I have. I’ve noticed this on many occasions. Which, no doubt, suggests I have poor attention to detail. However, all of my ranting in the previous post about the miseries of WordPress as a blogging tool should be disregarded.

You see, I spent a good portion of last night and today trying to import the backup file I made of the previous version of this blog–without success. I kept getting an error message asking if I had write permission for the directory into which all that material would be uploaded. I checked said permissions. I checked them many many times. And at each check, the permissions appeared entirely suitable. Yet blog would not go.

Just now, I checked some more online WordPress documentation, and came across the advice that when setting the write permissions on the directory in question, you might need to go for the big “777″ or “rwx-rwx-rwx”. I had not taken the permissions quite that far, thinking all was sufficient. Nonetheless, I tried applying the recommended settings.

And then I started thinking. Hmm, thought I, what if, what if, now that I had changed the write permissions for that directory so much, I tried one last time to upload that backup file? What might happen? So I tried it. I found the file, got the system going uploading it, all the time thinking that I don’t have to proceed with the actual importation of the backup file. I just want to see if the upload thing would work.

It did work. Oh, my, but it worked. Presently, I had a big long list of posts, the great majority of them with the phrase “post already exists” appended. See, I had been concerned about having a blog chock full of doubled posts, but WordPress had me covered there, too! It would only import the new posts, or the ones that weren’t already here!

I think my poor head exploded in shock and wonder.

This means that I could have not only all of the posts from good old Modem Noise (RIP), but even those from the original, pre-WordPress version of Little Known Author , and the posts from this new-fangled new version of the blog. All in one place! Something that had bothered me all along.

So. Let the word go forth from this place at this time that I am all wrong about WordPress. It is a fine blogging tool. It is the dog’s bollocks! It cocks its hind leg and wees all over Movable Type’s cowering, shivering, pale form.

However, just remember, if you’re a WordPress user and you’re trying to import your backed up WP posts into your new installation, and you’re wondering why you keep getting that annoying error message asking whether you have write permission for the directory you’re trying to upload your backup thingy into, MAX OUT THE PERMISSIONS FOR THE WP-CONTENT DIRECTORY.

Now, if I could just figure out how to get pictures going as well, I’d be very chuffed indeed. Even repulsively smug, quite possibly.

UPDATE: A Few Hours Later: Houston, we have smugness!

Dead Colossal Squid Dissected, Live on Screen, from New Zealand

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UPDATE 8 May 08: By now, of course, the live dissection of the colossal squid enthused about in the post below, is over. You can, however, go here for all manner of fascinating, and icky, and ickily fascinating, material about the beast.

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Fascinated as I have always been by tales of deep sea monsters getting up to no good with each other in very deep water, I was captivated today to discover this, where you can watch live feeds of marine biologists dissecting the enormous (and no doubt very stinky) remains of not merely a giant squid, but a colossal squid. Weighing in at nearly half a tonne, it truly is humongous. As of right now (about 2:30 pm on 30 April), not much is happening: the beast has to be thawed out, so they have it in a big tank of presumably warm liquid. It doesn’t look too squid-like in its present state, but it does look suitably monstrous. I have to admit that while watching the feeds, a little part of me kept expecting, at any moment, that the thing would suddenly come to life and start eating people. *sigh*

In other news: Michelle’s long post-operative recovery is nearly over. She’s mostly just fine now. Sleeps without having to sit up; drives the car without problems; eats what she likes; can bend over to pick stuff up off the floor; etc. There are still a couple of small “no-touchie” zones, but they are getting smaller, and less sensitive, every day. This coming Thursday we’re off to see her surgeon for her post-op evaluation.

It hasn’t all been smooth sailing. There’s a lot going on the background here involving my extended family that has been making things more complicated and stressful than we’d like. There was also the small matter of a monster infection Michelle had in one of her back teeth, and which required an extraction. Extraordinarily, the extraction (at the hands of our legendarily great dentist Dr Minh Tran) went very well indeed, and Michelle suffered no post-extraction trouble at all. We’re all sitting around waiting for the trouble and complications to kick in, but there are none. We are gobsmacked.

UPDATE May 6: For the past week I’ve been sitting around, thinking this post actually went live on April 30, when in fact it had not. It was caught in Wordpress’ “Drafts” area, awaiting the “Publish” command. Since I wrote the post a week ago, I imagine the Colossal Squid Thing in New Zealand is now both fully thawed and getting dissected up real good. I imagine the smell has not improved. Further, regarding my lovely wife: she’s now back at the Blood Mines. Turns out everyone missed her very much. Today one of her coworkers brought her some brownies she’d made. Awww… :)

This does mean, though, that I’m now at quite a loose end. The complete absence–indeed, the screaming, howling void–of ideas for stories in my head since I finished Time Machines Repaired has me deeply concerned, all while trying not to worry too much, because too much worrying about the absence of ideas is the surest guarantee that no idea will turn up. This is vexing. More soon.

Star Wars Ep IV: in ASCII Animation, via Telnet

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I’ve just been watching the first STAR WARS movie, rendered in ASCII animation, via a telnet link, on a server in the Netherlands. The address is here, but to make it work you will need a telnet client, and how to get it going. For me here on Ubuntu Linux, it turned out I did already have a telnet client, so I opened a terminal window, typed “telnet”, which got me

telnet>

then it was just a matter of issuing the command “open” followed by the server address

telnet>open towel.blinkenlights.nl

and the animation starts up automagically. However, the animation is not complete: it motors along beautifully until you reach the point where Luke finds the princess on the Death Star, at which it stops. The crazy Dutch guy who created this wonderful thing hasn’t yet completed it. Still, go forth and be amazed!

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