Showing posts with label Delany. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 2, 2020

Erotica by SF authors R Silverberg, B N Malzberg, R Campbell & S R Delany

1994 edition
If you type "Barry Malzberg" into the search field at the indispensable internet archive one of the things that comes up is The Mammoth Book of Erotica, edited by Maxim Jakubowski and published in 1994.  New Jersey's own Barry, a special favorite here at MPorcius Fiction Log, is not the only member of the speculative fiction community who is represented in this "glorious celebration of sensual love;" there are also offerings from Anne Rice and Clive Barker, in whom I have little interest, and Robert Silverberg, Ramsey Campbell, and Samuel R. Delany, writers whose work does interest me and about which I have written several times at this little old website of mine.  So put the kids to bed and let's check out a perhaps unexpected dimension of the oeuvres of Messieurs Silverberg, Malzberg, Campbell and Delany, whom the back cover text of The Mammoth Book of Erotica suggest are among "love's finest scribes."

"Two at Once" by Robert Silverberg (1992)

"Two at Once" was the cover story of the June 1992 issue of Penthouse Letters, and is a sort of celebration of the 1970s, set in Los Angeles.  "[T]he glorious seventies, when everyone was doing everything to everyone, in every imaginable combination....  What a nice decade that was!"  The narrator, who writes scripts for Saturday morning cartoons, has a female friend, Louise, with whom he has a weekly date to hit the nude beach and then return to her apartment for showers and sex; neither of these frees spirits of the Me Decade has any interest in marriage.  His big aspiration is to have sex with two women at once, and Louise hopes to makes his dream come true, inviting her friend Dana, a woman recently arrived from New York, to join them at dinner on Saturday night.  Bespectacled Dana's "whole vibe was New York: alert, intelligent, fearless."  At the restaurant Dana recognizes their waitress as a friend from her Bronx high school days, Judy.  The narrator is in luck--Dana invites Judy to join the threesome, making it a foursome!

But was it good luck, really?  The narrator had long dreamed of having sex with two women at once, and finds three a little too much to handle--he enjoys it, but it is a lot of work to keep all three of these women satisfied.  Soon after this escapade Louise meets a guy and moves out of L.A., Dana returns to New York, and Judy disappears, and the narrator never has an opportunity to achieve his dream of two at once.

Silverberg tries to liven up this banal material with L.A. and NYC local color and period details--mentions of inflation and the oil shock and ubiquitous marijuana smoking--to evoke the spirit of the 1970s, but "Two at Once" is bland, flat, and lame.  A waste of time.

Oracle of the Thousand Hands [excerpt] (1968)

Olympia Press published multiple novels by our man Barry, and Oracle of the Thousand Hands was one of them.  Jakubowski includes an excerpt here in The Mammoth Book of Erotica that runs to 22 pages.

Oracle of the Thousand Hands (or at least part of this excerpt) is a parody of histories and biographies of great men.  Its author is a man in a mental institution, who has taken up the task of writing a study of the sexual exploits of his late friend Justin D'Arcy, a man he calls "the quintessence of heterosexuality," a hero who was perfectly suited to halting the decline of Western society into masturbation and homosexuality that characterized the 1960s.  The narrator addresses all the issues faced by scholars of the liberal arts, describing to us his sterling credentials and generous access to primary sources (he claims to have interviewed many of D'Arcy's lovers), his theory of history and his biases; we incidentally learn about his challenging relationships with the other inmates in the loony bin and with the medical authorities who run this booby hatch in which he has found himself.

The excerpt begins with a profile of D'Arcy that informs us that his genitals were of above average size, that he had no homosexual tendencies whatsoever, and that he was a master at satisfying women.  Then comes the aforementioned spoof of self-important scholarly writing that lays out why D'Arcy matters and why our narrator is the man to tell his story.  The last 16 or so pages of the excerpt consists of explicit first-person descriptions of a man's sexual experiences at college--are these D'Arcy's experiences or the narrator's?  Malzberg gives us every reason to believe that there is no D'Arcy, that D'Arcy is the narrator's ideal vision of himself, a fantasy figure in whom he has come to believe.  (You'll remember that Malzberg pulled this kind of gag in Herovit's World.)  These collegiate sexual experiences are all awkward and strange, the narrator showing no respect for women and evincing a preference for masturbating while looking at magazines over sex with a real live woman.  He thinks about the magazines while he is having intercourse with women, and in one episode, while performing with one young woman in his dorm room bed, he even listens to the magazines.shift on the shelf above with each of his thrusts and fantasizes about how the slick pages of the magazines would feel on his bare ass should they tumble off the shelf and cascade over the rutting lovers.

When I read Malzberg's sex novel Everything Happened to Susan I suspected it was an attack on the sexual revolution, and today as I read this excerpt from Oracle of the Thousand Hands I am lead to suspect it is a piece of pornography that is attacking pornography; could it be that Oracle of the Thousand Hands, the kind of book that would offend so many feminists and social conservatives, is actually in agreement with their diagnosis of the baleful effects of pornography on society and on individuals?

Clever, funny, thought-provoking and a little disturbing--a good slice of Malzberg.

"Merry May" by Ramsey Campbell (1987)

In 1987 an entire collection of stories by Ramsey Campbell about sex and death was published under the title Scared Stiff.  Most of the stories included were reprints of 1970s material, but it seems that "Merry May" was original to the collection.

Jack Kilbride, a professor of music in Manchester, is having a mid-life crisis!  He is coming to believe his career has amounted to nothing, that the music he has written is no good, and the student he has been having sex with, Heather, has given him up--they would arrange their assignations via coded personals in the newspaper, and there have been no messages from her for weeks.  Kilbride tries to relieve the tension by availing himself of the services of a prostitute, but when this woman recognizes his desire for schoolgirls he is shamed and flees her.

Kilbride recalls a personals ad he saw while looking in vain for a message from Heather: "Alone and desperate?  Call us now before you do anything else."  He calls, and a woman answers, offers an invitation, and that Saturday, April 30th, he drives out to a rural Lancashire village to meet her.  Campbell draws sharp contrasts between the polluted industrial city and the beautiful spring countryside.

In the little village to which he has been invited Kilbride is asked to chop all the branches off a felled tree to fashion this year's maypole, and then to choose the May Queen from among a squad of 13- and 14-year-old girls whose beauty gives him an erection.  He has dinner with the woman he spoke with on the phone, Sadie Thomas, her taciturn husband Bob, and their daughter, Margery, whom Kilbride elected May Queen before realizing whose child she was.  Bob Thomas complains bitterly about a nearby factory, now abandoned, where the village's menfolk worked for years, and which poisoned them in some undefined way.

Kilbride stays the night in the village.  A few clues indicate to him that factory's poison has inflicted some manner of sexual dysfunction on the men--there are no young children in the village, and the men seem unable to perform sexually; one might say the factory emasculated the men of the village.  The next day there are elaborate festivities, with the girls dancing around the maypole and some of the men, in costume, doing a Morris dance; Kildere and Margery sit on rude thrones and are fed cakes that turn out to be drugged--with an aphrodisiac!  Kildere and Margery are led into the church where they have sex.  Then the men of the village beat Kildere up and, as the story ends, it is suggested that they are going to cut off his genitals and imprison him for use as a sex slave "...comes Old May Day [May 11]," says Bob Thomas, "we'll have our own Queen of the May."  It is not 100% clear, but I guess they are going to use the semen from his testicles to impregnate their wives and/or daughters, and then, because they are unable to perform with their wives due to anxiety over their sterility, they are going to relieve their frustrations by anally raping the overeducated man from Manchester, who represents to them the modern world of industry which has robbed them of their manhood.

This is a better than average Campbell story; often I find Campbell's verbose descriptions of settings and his metaphors to be a superfluous distraction, but this time he doesn't overdo it.  The tension between old and new, between the city and the country, and between the rural working-class men and their middle-class city slicker victim make the story compelling, and Kildere's midlife crisis and attraction to underage girls make him an ambiguous figure whom the reader is not quite sure he should identify with.  The heterosexual sex scenes are actually sexy, unlike the lame sex scene in Silverberg's story and the intentionally sad sex scenes in Malzberg's, but of course Kildere's thrilling coupling with beautiful 13-year old Margery is just the set up for the horror of emasculation and homosexual rape that lies in Kildere's future, a fate to which Kildere would prefer death.

Equinox (excerpt) by Samuel R. Delany (1973)

1994 edition
Wikipedia tells us that Delany's novel Equinox was first published under the title The Tides of Lust, the publisher not liking Delany's title.  Jakubowski presents here a 12-page excerpt of the controversial novel, which Wikipedia says is full of gay sex, underage sex, sex involving urine, and characters with over the top symbolic names like "Bull," "Nazi" and "Nig," and was actually banned by the government of the United Kingdom in 1980.

The excerpt of Equinox included here in The Mammoth Book of Erotic is a sex scene apparently calculated to appeal to as wide a range of fetishes and offend as large a number of people as possible, written in short sentences full of euphemisms.  A black sea captain has sex with a blonde white woman whom he calls "little white pig" and "little monkey" and then with her young brother; as he does so he counts off each of his orgasms, having bragged at the start of this session that he would achieve seven.  All the while a second woman watches the performance through a porthole.  The captain's dog Niger is not left out of the festivities, eagerly licking the genitals of each of the three human participants.  The sex depicted is rough, the captain manhandling, spanking and kicking his lovers, and there is a lot of good-natured banter about how earlier in the day the brother and sister had sex with each other and how the boy sometimes has sex with Niger the dog.

I suppose we can consider Equinox, or at least this excerpt, as a sort of experiment in pushing the envelope, a challenge to taboos and (perhaps incidentally) to our notions of consent.  When the book was written over 40 years ago many people no doubt thought interracial sex and/or homosexual sex, which today we are expected to find perfectly acceptable and even laudable, disgusting and immoral.  I believe people nowadays reading the book would likely find the incest, sex with an underaged person, and bestiality to be reprehensible and offensive, but can we be confident those taboos will endure the next 40 years?

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2000 edition
The Malzberg and Campbell productions are creditable and characteristic of their authors' bodies of work.  (Ironically enough, the revised 2000 edition of The Mammoth Book of Erotica does not include Malzberg and Campbell's contributions--I hope it is because they demanded more money or something.)  The Silverberg story is such a lame piece of hack work I am surprised that Silverberg put his own name on it and that Jakubowski wanted to reprint it.  The Delany is remarkable, but not necessarily in a fun or pleasant way, though I guess it can elicit nervous laughter in the way the famous "The Aristocrats" joke does.


Sunday, March 29, 2020

1967 stories by Samuel R. Delany, Thomas M. Disch and R. A. Lafferty

From the anthology shelf of the MPorcius Library comes a paperback in a pleasant green, World's Best Science Fiction Fourth Series, edited by Donald A. Wollheim and Terry Carr, printed by Ace.  This is a retitled 1970 edition of World's Best Science Fiction: 1968, a collection of SF stories Wollheim and Carr thought the best of 1967.  The wraparound cover is by Jack Gaughan, who also provides fun interior illos.

My copy, which is in really good shape--I think I am first to read from it
World's Best Science Fiction: 1968 includes sixteen stories, among them Harlan Ellison's famous "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream" (promoted specifically on the back cover of my copy) and Robert Silverberg's well known "Hawksbill Station."  I read both over ten years ago, in my New York days, and think both are good and you should read them, but I don't feel like reading them again right now.  Joachim Boaz in 2011 read the expanded novel version of "Hawksbill Station," which he gave five out of five stars on his blog, and in the comments there several SF fans discuss the novella.  (Joachim makes the novel version sound pretty interesting, I have to say.)

In their introduction to World's Best Science Fiction: 1968, Wollheim and Carr talk a little about the New Wave and the controversy surrounding it, suggesting that the changes in SF everybody was talking about represent more of an evolution than a revolution.  I'll be reading one story each from my copy of World's Best Science Fiction Fourth Series by two authors often associated with the New Wave, Samuel R. Delany and Thomas Disch, and two by R. A. Lafferty, who, while not really a member of the New Wave, wrote in his own idiosyncratic style that defied or ignored convention and whose work certainly qualified as something new on the SF scene which was embraced by critics.

"Driftglass" by Samuel R. Delany

It is the (nearish) future!  Mankind is colonizing the Moon and Mars!  And the ocean depths, where men work submarine mines and tend herds of whales and sea weed farms.  Who performs this dangerous subaquatic labor?  Men and women who, as children, received operations that gave them gills and webs between their fingers and toes, turning them into mermen and mermaids, or as they call them in the story, "amphimen."  (One female amphiman is named Ariel, presumably Delany deliberately reminding us of mermaids.)

"Driftglass" is a first-person narrative; our narrator is Cal Svenson, a retired amphiman who was born in Denmark but now lives in a Brazilian fishing village where he did his undersea work before that work crippled him.  Twenty years ago he was working a job in a nearby deep sea canyon, laying a power cable, when that project suffered a disaster, an avalanche that ended the operation and left Svenson with a long list of disabilities and scars that is the first thing we learn about him.  Retired and living on his pension, he has become fully integrated into the local community, and much of the story is about his relationship with a local fisherman, Juao; Svenson is godfather and a sort of mentor to Juao's kids, who will soon become amphimen themselves.

The plot of "Driftglass" concerns the fact that the Aquatic Corp is going to try to lay a cable in that canyon again; the young man who is going to lay the cable seeks advice from Svenson, and Svenson attends a big beach party the night before the risky operation.

The driftglass of the title is a reference to pieces of broken bottles that the sea erodes down into smooth glass pebbles; Svenson explicitly explains the metaphor--those who make their living on and in the ocean are eroded and smoothed by the sea much like the glass is.

The tone of this story is sad, even tragic, but at the same time sort of mellow and at peace with the vagaries of fate--the characters accept that dangerous jobs must be done, and that no life is without risk.  The disasters that befall some amphimen do not discourage Svenson or Juao from sending Juao's kids off to be turned into amphimen.  The plot of the story reminds us of the kind of stuff Barry Malzberg says (technology and "progress" are chewing people up, forcing them to radically alter their very bodies and go on dangerous missions) but I think Delany is portraying future social and technological developments more ambiguously, suggesting they present opportunities as well as risks, just like social and technological changes always have, and that being an amphiman is a tough job but also a rewarding one, like tough jobs throughout human history.  "Fishermen from this village have drowned," says Juao.  "Still it is a village of fishermen."

A good story.  "Driftglass" first appeared in If, and would go on to be widely anthologized and to serve as the title story of an oft-reprinted Delany collection.

   
"The Number You Have Reached" by Thomas M. Disch

We just read Ray Bradbury's story about a guy who is the last man on Mars following a war on Earth and who torments himself over the phone, and here we have Thomas Disch's story about the last man on Earth who torments himself over the phone--he alone has survived because he was on a trip to Mars when a war broke out on Earth and neutron bombs destroyed (almost) all life on our big blue marble.  The astronaut starts getting phone calls from a woman, but of course these must be hallucinations, the product of his guilty conscience and horrible horrible loneliness.

Why a guilty conscience?  One of Disch's themes in the story is automation.  The future depicted in the story is largely automated; for example, machines automatically clean the streets, so, when the astronaut returns to an Earth where everybody was suddenly killed, he sees very few dead bodies or car wrecks, as machines have cleaned most everything up.  As a military man, and as a man who loves math and obsessively counts things, Disch likens the astronaut to an automatic machine; it is also suggested that he is cold (the story takes place in winter and the astronaut doesn't mind the cold and finds the snow-blanketed city beautiful) and emotionless, that he had a single-minded obsession--to see Mars--and married his wife not out of love but because her father was a big wig in the space program or the military or something and could help him get assigned to the Mars project.  Anyway, as an automatic man, the astronaut is perhaps somehow part of the system that led to the catastrophe.

Another significant element of the story is that the astronaut contemplates and eventually commits suicide--a recurring theme in Disch's work and his life.

Not bad.  Disch's style is smooth and straightforward, but full of clever little notes (like examples of what the astronaut finds so fascinating about numbers) and succinctly-described but still powerful images.  Disch's work has economy, which I find admirable (and doubly so after all the Weird Tales stuff I have been reading, stuff which can be very wordy and repetitive.)  Disch's stories are often biting and potentially offensive, and this is of course true of "The Number You Have Reached," with its suggestion that military men, math nerds, and ambitious people in general are amoral robots.  "The Number You Have Reached," like so many of Disch's stories, makes you sit up and take notice, can stir you up. 

"The Number You Have Reached" first appeared in British magazine SF Impulse, and went on to be included in the collections Under Compulsion and Fun with Your New Head.   

    
"The Man Who Never Was" by R. A. Lafferty

I'm counting "The Man Who Never Was" as a rare Lafferty story, because, according to isfdb, after it was first published in Robert A. W. Lowndes' Magazine of Horror, it has only ever reappeared in English here in Wollheim and Carr's anthology of 1967 stories.  (The story did appear in a few European anthologies in translation, however.)

There is a long tradition of SF stories about homo superior, and homo superior's fraught relationship with us poor homo sapiens, and in "The Man Who Never Was" Lafferty takes a whack at this traditional subject.  The story's first paragraph reads:
"I'm a future kind of man," Lado said one day.  "And I believe there are other men appearing with new powers.  The world will have to accept us for what we are." 
The story's second para reads:
"Bet it don't" said Runkis.
Mihai Lado is famed as the best liar in his small rural town, the luckiest gambler and the savviest businessman (his business is selling cattle.)  One day a neighbor, Raymond Runkis, is denouncing his lies, among them such claims as owning a horse that can recite Homer and a cow that gives four different types of booze from its teats instead of milk.  Lado declares that, as "a future kind of man" with "new powers," he can prove that his outrageous lies are not lies at all.  Runkis takes him up on this challenge, daring him to prove his claim that he can make a man disappear.  Thinking such a feat impossible, so many townspeople place bets with Lado that if Lado should succeed in making a man disappear he will own half the town!

And Lado does succeed--a quiet, simple-minded man, Jessie Pidd, over the course of a few days, gradually vanishes, first becoming transparent and then gradually fading until he is literally gone. 

Many Lafferty stories contain chilling violence which is played, in part at least, for comic effect, and we also get some of that in this tale.

Lado is too clever for his own good; the townspeople consider his making Jessie Pidd disappear to be murder.  Lado insists that he hasn't murdered anybody--Pidd never existed, Lado created him, even implanting into the townspeople's minds a belief in Pidd; Pidd was an illusion all the time, and making an illusion disappear is no murder!  Lado is dragged into court, but he cannot be convicted of murder as there is no physical evidence of the alleged homicide.  Perhaps because they fear the great power of homo superior, perhaps because they don't want to pay up, the townspeople get together and lynch Lado, and then hide the body and go through their records, erasing all evidence that Lado ever existed.  Mihai Lado has been disappeared as thoroughly as was Jessie Pidd.

I like it.


"Thus We Frustrate Charlemagne" by R. A. Lafferty

Here we have a famous Lafferty story which has appeared in several Lafferty collections and a bunch of anthologies since its debut in Galaxy.

"Thus We Frustrate Charlemagne" takes on the traditional SF concepts of time travel, alternate history and "time streams."  A bunch of scientists and their super computer (the computer actually seems like the leader of the group) decide to send back in time an Avatar, which we are told is "partly of mechanical and partly of ghostly construction," to kill a person and thus change history.  The cabal sits high in a building, and will judge whether history has been changed by looking out the window to see if their city has changed, and by looking at a history book that lies open before them--surely if history changes, the text of the book will change.

The somewhat obvious central joke of the story is that the experiment is a success, but the eggheads and their machine don't realize it: history changes and the city and books in turn change, but the computer and scientists are themselves, of course, different, and thus don't notice the changes that to we readers are very pronounced.

Many SF alternate history stories are meant to be taken as serious speculation on what life might be like if the Confederacy achieved independence from Washington or if Nazi Germany had conquered the United Kingdom or whatever, but Lafferty here seems to just be kidding around, or even making fun of the whole project of alternate history, maybe arguing that we can't even really understand what happened in the past and its effect on us, so still grander speculations are futile or even ludicrous.  A clue to Lafferty's attitude is in the name of the historian whose book the scientists watch for changes: Hilarius.   

In case the medievalists in the audience (I know you are out there) are curious, Lafferty's story suggests that Charlemagne might have a maintained a good relationship with the Islamic world were it not for a traitor who caused the Battle of Roncevaux Pass; the Avatar kills this traitor, and the resulting encouragement of intellectual intercourse between the Christian and Muslim civilizations leads to an earlier Renaissance and superior technology and more vibrant art in the present.  The scientists, thinking their experiment has failed, send back in time a second Avatar; this one is to act in such a manner that the philosopher William of Ockham--he of the famous razor in our universe (a fact which gives Lafferty an opportunity to make some jokes about cutting throats)--will have greater influence.  In the universe in which Charlemagne has good relations with the Islamic world, Ockham seems to have unsuccessfully played the sort of role played with success by Martin Luther in our own universe; Ockham seems to have argued for pure materialist intellectualism and against spirituality, but to have lost the argument with other philosophers and failed to spark the sort of major reform movement Luther sparked in real life.

I think we can see "Thus We Frustrate Charlemagne" as a criticism of science, or at least a suggestion that many people hold science and/or scientists in too high a regard, see science and scientists the way people once saw magic and wizards, pagan religion and pagan priests.  The triumph of Ockhamite thought severely retards or even reverses technological and cultural development--after the second Avatar succeeds in its mission in the past, the world changes in such a way that the scientists are reduced to stone-age primitivism.  From the beginning of the story, when we are told the supercomputer chooses to represent itself as a dragon and that the Avatar is half-robot, half-ghost, Lafferty equates science and magic, and the scientists in the world that resulted from Ockhamism look for wisdom not to a supercomputer, but a fetish mask they all pretend can talk.  Is the computer the 20th-century equivalent of a pagan oracle, manipulated by the 20th-century version of a witch doctor?

Another brisk, fun, and provocative piece from Lafferty that serves up lots of silly names and odd jokes alongside its thought-provoking ideas.

I wrote about the Kuttner story in Transformations: Understanding 
World History Through Science Fiction, "Absalom," a homo superior story, back in 2014
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All four of these stories are good--each addresses some typical SF trope and is well-written and entertaining, and in each one the author makes an artistic decision or makes some sort of claim about the world that gives the reader pause and makes him think.  Commendable selections by Wollheim and Carr.

For some reason one British edition of World's Best Science Fiction 1968 was
entitled World's Best S.F.1 

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Triton by Samuel R. Delany

"There was this man, you see, from some sect she called the Dumb Beasts--I mean, if there is such a sect.  But considering all that happened, how do you tell if any of it was real?  I don't know big their endowment was...and maybe the 'endowment' was part of the 'theater' too." 
Recently Joachim Boaz, Fred Kiesche, Winchell Chung and I had a conversation via twitter about the Mitchell Hooks cover of Samuel R. Delany's 1976 novel Triton.  Martin Wisse spoke up, urging me to read the novel tout suite.  I didn't have anything in particular planned after The Future Is Now, so I figured, why not? 

Triton appears to have been more successful than a lot of the books I talk about on this blog, going through many different printings and editions and being included in a Book-Of-The-Month Club omnibus edition called Radical Utopias along with Joanna Russ's The Female Man and Suzy McKee Charnas's Walk to the End of the World.  Joachim Boaz harbors doubts that I will like the novel, and it is true that I thought Delany's Nova and Empire Star were just OK, but the copy on the back cover of my edition, an eighth printing that does not include Frederick Pohl's name on the cover (Triton was a "Frederick Pohl Selection" and the first printing was labelled as such) but does include a reference to the 1979 Tales of Nevèrÿon, makes it sound awesome:


On the other hand I have an aversion to utopias and the novel's table of contents and other front matter, like a half-page epigraph from British anthropologist Mary Douglas's Natural Symbols: Explorations in Cosmology, make we wonder if Triton isn't the kind of extravagant New Wave artifact that Terry Dixon so recently warned me about.  Well, let's just read Triton and see if it passes the MPorcius test (some, no doubt, will prefer to see this excursion as an inquiry into the possibility of MPorcius passing the Delany test.)

The first (brief at 24 pages) chapter of Triton introduces us to the city of Tethys, which lies on Neptune's largest moon, and the book's themes, which revolve around the fact that real knowledge is very difficult to come by--we can almost never really know anything for sure--and that communicating real knowledge is very difficult--defining and describing things accurately is practically impossible.  In this chapter Delany foregrounds various weird religious sects--some mendicants and others dangerously violent--and a troupe of bohemian performers who live off government endowments and present one-of-a-kind spectacles to more or less randomly chosen individuals they run into in Tethys's "unlicensed sector," a neighborhood where the law is not enforced.  The one-person audiences of these "micro-theater dramas" are drugged (surreptitiously, without their prior consent) to foster "better access to the aesthetic parameters" of the troupe.

Tethys is a place where things are not as they seem and communications cannot be trusted, and these two dozen pages are rife with examples of hidden knowledge revealed, deceptions, and garbled or meaningless communications.  The city is covered with a "sensory shield" that alters (prettifies) the appearance of space and Neptune from Triton's surface; artwork is torn down from a wall to reveal further, fragmented, layers of artwork and texts (Delany uses the word "palimpsests") that our protagonist interprets from his perhaps vague memories of seeing such texts before; one religious sect assigns its members new names that consist of long strings of random numbers, another trains its members to precisely mumble absolutely meaningless sequences of dozens of syllables, and yet another forbids its members to speak.  Our protagonist is tricked into attending a performance of the aforementioned troupe, and he is not sure if a fight he witnesses is part of the performance or an actual violent encounter.  One of the odd cults we hear about may not be real at all, but an invention of the troupe's leader, a woman named "The Spike."  Sexual ambiguity is one major component of this theme of malleable and unknowable truth; besides the woman with the phallic name, the troupe's ranks include a "hirsute woman" with a horrible scar indicating "an incredibly clumsy mastectomy" whom the protagonist mistakes for a man, and who may have actually been portraying a man earlier in the performance.

Our protagonist is Bron Helstrom, a traveler from off-colony come to study and practice "metalogics," a type of "computer mathematics."  Bron was born and grew up on Mars, where he worked as a prostitute who served women before coming out to the colonies on the satellites of the gas giants.  Delany scrambles up all our 20th-century expectations about gender in this book; examples include the characters in the novel who have names traditionally associated with the opposite sex, and the fact that most of the cops in Tethys are women (in the last quarter of the novel we learn that women in the time of the novel, the year 2112, are as tall and as strong as men, maybe due to rapid evolution, maybe because 21st- and 22nd-century adults are equally affectionate towards female and male infants, whereas parents for thousands of years prior lavished attention on boys and neglected girls.)  Bron is an intellectual traveler as well as a geographic (astronomic?) one--in the past he studied to join one of those bizarre religious sects before abandoning it (he couldn't memorize those pointless chants) and currently he is friends with an elderly homosexual, Lawrence.  Bron always rejects Lawrence's regular sexual advances, and the septuagenarian acts as a sort of mentor or guru, dispensing wisdom to Bron; in particular, Lawrence talks about how all people are "types."  (Identity--what makes you who you are, whether who you are is natural or artificial, and how malleable who you are might be--is another of the novel's themes, and there is much discussion of people's names and ID numbers and a taboo in Tethys on talking about your parents, a taboo ignored, like most customs, in the unlicensed sector.)

We meet Lawrence in the flesh and learn about Bron's home life in Chapter 2.  Bron lives in a "single-sex unspecified-preference co-op" with both straight and gay men.  (There are several types of co-ops and communes on Triton and Delany gives us a whole rundown of what proportions of the population live in each type.)  Lawrence is teaching Bron vlet, a complex war game, and the chapter revolves around a match between them. (You'll notice that Mitchell Hook's at-first-glance fine but generic painting on the cover of the novel is in fact very specific, incorporating chess pieces, as well as the kinds of mirrors and goops an actor might use in preparation for a performance, direct references to some of Triton's plot elements and themes.)  Watching the game are other residents, including the handsome and well-educated diplomat Sam, and a retarded man who goes by the nickname Flossie, whose mental shortcomings are partially alleviated by computer finger rings, and his ten-year-old son Freddie.  (Freddie presents one of the several opportunities Delany takes advantage of to hint to us readers that in Tethys it is normal for children to have sex with each other and with adults.)  As befits a SF utopia (we all know how SF titans Robert Heinlein and his pal Theodore Sturgeon felt about the subject!), most of these people hang around naked, and even go to work naked on occassion.

 
In keeping with the novel's themes of incomprehensibility, the rules of vlet are astoundingly complicated; below is the "modulus by which the even more difficult scoring system...proceeded."


The vlet match is interrupted by a power outage that temporarily disables the sensory screen and allows the inhabitants of Triton to see the real sky for once.  The second chapter of Triton ends as Bron does research in a computer directory on The Spike, learning her real name and reading critical analyses of her work; again Delany pushes home his theme of inscrutability as we learn that The Spike's writing is deliberately opaque, and, while widely commented upon, actually seen by very few people (Bron is one of the lucky ones!)

In the third chapter we see Bron at the office, where he uses metalogic to program a computer to make predictions (or something--Delany here, as elsewhere, is deliberately obscure.)  He meets a new employee, Miriamne, a woman who is "his type," and gives her (and us) a nine-page lecture on metalogic, much of which is difficult going; I think this fairly represents the salient part:
Areas of significance space intermesh and fade into one another like color-clouds in a three-dimensional spectrum.  They don't fit together like hard-edged bricks in a box.  What makes "logical" bonding so risky is that the assertion of the formal logician that a boundary can be placed around an area of significance space gives you, in such a cloudy situation, no way to say where to set the boundary, how to set it, or if, once set, it will turn out in the least useful.  Nor does it allow any way for two people to be sure they have set their boundaries around the same area.  
Bron hopes to seduce Miriamne, but soon learns she is a lesbian (for now, at least.)  Luckily, she lives in the same co-op as The Spike, with whom Bron (as he reluctantly admits to himself) is infatuated, and facilitates the beginning of Bron's brief sexual relationship with The Spike.  Then we get some sitcom/soap opera business from Delany--Bron is jealous, thinking The Spike and Miriamne may have a relationship, and so he acts in such a way that Miriamne loses her job.

(I wondered if this business with Miriamne was a nod to Proust; Marcel famously acts crazy because he is jealous of Albertine's lesbian affairs.  A number of times I thought I detected hints of Proust in the novel; late in the book The Spike is directing a performance of Phedra, presumably the same play by Racine that plays a prominent role in the second volume of In Search of Lost Time.  Marcel's confusion when seeing Phedra and his changing opinion of the performances mirror some of Delany's own themes about knowledge here in Triton.  The very template of Triton--a long story about varying types of love and sex among intellectual/artistic types set against a background of international diplomacy, intrigue and war--is similar to In Search of Lost Time.) 

Bron is then chagrined to learn that The Spike's troupe is leaving the colony in a matter of hours.   

All through the first three chapters, looming in the background and bubbling under the surface, has been vague talk about a war between an Earth-Mars alliance ("the worlds") and the colonies on Luna and the moons of the gas giants ("the satellites.")  Neither Bron nor us readers know much about the war, save that Triton has been trying to stay out of it and everybody assumes Triton will soon be dragged into it anyway.  The war moves closer to center stage in Chapters 4 and 5 as Sam goes to Earth on a diplomatic mission and brings Bron along with him, but we learn absolutely nothing about the negotiations (or whatever) that take place on Earth, and, as far as the war is concerned, apparently it is just a matter of espionage and tariffs and the like, a cold war with no space fleets or marines or anything of that nature.  Delany keeps hammering home his same themes, and early in the trip Sam reveals to Bron a secret--now a black man, Sam used to be a white woman.  Chapter 4, another short one, consists of the trip from Tethys to Earth--I always like reading this sort of thing, the author describing how people experience and cope with lift off and the view of space through the ports and low gravity and all that.

In Chapter 5 Delany does more traditional SF stuff I always enjoy, as Bron, who has always lived under domes and breathed artificial atmospheres, for the first time breathes natural air and walks under an unobstructed sky on the surface of mother Earth!  (This stuff brought to mind Arthur C. Clarke's Imperial Earth, another novel from 1976 about a guy who travels from a gas giant satellite to Earth.)  Bron also gets tossed into jail briefly, and I always find descriptions of being imprisoned oddly compelling.

Later editions appeared under
the title Trouble on Triton
Bron only spends a few pages in jail, but Delany gives us many pages on Bron's date with The Spike, who, by coincidence, is also visiting Earth for the first time.  Whereas in Chapter 1 The Spike stage managed an elaborate performance for Bron, here in Chapter 5, on their date to a fancy restaurant, to which they are transported by a flying limo staffed by four naked female footmen, Bron draws on his experience as a prostitute on Mars (when accompanied women on similarly fancy dates many times) to stage manage an event for The Spike.  I won't be providing any more examples, but rest assured that on every page Delany bombards the reader with his themes of the impossibility of pinning down true facts and transmitting reliable knowledge to others.  Bron declares his love for The Spike and asks her to spend her life with him (marriage is illegal on Triton) but she rejects him.

Just as Bron returns home in Chapter 6 the war gets hot and Triton is right there in the middle of it.  Tethys is battered, with buildings collapsing and some minor characters killed.  Minutes before the devastation (apparently wrought by saboteurs) Bron receives a somewhat garbled letter from The Spike in which she says she doesn't like him and never wants to see him again.  It is here in Chapter 6 that Delany's purposes become, perhaps, a bit more clear and direct.  It is revealed that there are Christians and Jews in Tethys, and they are denounced as troublemakers, Delany suggesting Judaism and Christianity are religions that drive people insane or perhaps appeal only to insane people.  Lawrence, our mentor and guru, is one of the survivors, and Bron makes to him a speech that I guess is Delany's paraphrase of his view of typical 20th-century male thinking: women don't understand men, and men are individuals who have to stand apart from society, which is the domain of women and children, in order to protect that society.  Lawrence calls Bron a fool and tells him such thinking is a perversion that was once almost universal but that now only afflicts one in fifty men and one in five thousand women, and gives a feminist speech about how women for thousands of years were not treated as human beings and men are to blame for all the wars.  (Did this thing go through so many printings because it was being assigned to college students?)  And, by the way, the war is over and the satellites have defeated the worlds, in the process massacring 75% (or more) of Earth's population.

Italian edition
Bron jumps up and runs through the rubble-strewn streets to request a sex-change operation.  After a ten-page lecture and a brief operation (in Tethys a sex change is same-day surgery, no appointment required) he returns to his half-ruined co-op (his room is in the not-ruined half.)  Did Bron become a woman because he got "woke" and didn't want to be a beneficiary and perpetrator of patriarchy?  That is what I expected, but Delany is not so easy to predict.  Back home, Bron tells Lawrence that he still believes all that stuff he told him about men being lonely heroes who have to protect society, that it is those one in fifty men and one in five thousand women who keep our race going.  Bron became a woman to bolster the tiny number of women who have those traditional values, and hopes to be the perfect woman for the sort of heroic old-fashioned man he (thinks he) used to be!

Chapter 7 takes place six months after Bron's sex change.  Bron runs into The Spike again (it's a small solar system) and she again rejects his proposal that they spend their lives together.  Bron makes friends with a fifteen-year-old girl whose regular recreation is sex with 55-year-old men, and this kid tries to help Bron find a man, but Bron has no luck.  I think maybe Delany is using Bron-as-woman-with-traditional-values to show how our 20th-century values make (in Delany's opinion, at least) healthy and happy relationships almost impossible.  The chapter, and the novel proper, ends without Bron's sexual life being at all resolved, though we do see a number of ways that Bron's becoming a woman has changed his/her own psychology and altered how people around him/her feel about and interact with Bron.

German edition; check out
the typeface
After the novel proper we have the two appendices.  Appendix A consists of SF criticism, some in the mouths of characters from the novel, that mentions Heinlein, Gernsback and Bester and celebrates the possibilities of SF, its superiority to "mundane" fiction because of its "extended repertoire of sentences" and "consequent greater range of possible incident" and "more varied field of rhetorical and syntagmic organization."  (Delany really slings the academese here.)  Delany likens the relationship of SF to mundane fiction to the relationship of abstract art and atonal music to "conventional" art, something I had never considered.  (I just recently was talking to commentor and blogger Lawrence Burton about A. E. van Vogt's belief that what distinguishes SF from regular old fiction is the fact that the "good" reader of "good" SF has to bring something to the material, because the author has deliberately left something out, providing the reader and opportunity to use his imagination to build upon the material or presenting the reader an obligation to figure out the material--isn't this something like what people commonly say about abstract art?) 

It is nice to hear Delany championing SF after so often reading Malzberg bemoan the field's decline, imply it is a slum he had to resort to after literary markets were closed to him, and lament the way SF killed Henry Kuttner, Cyril Kornbluth and Mark Clifton (in his 1980 essay "Mark Clifton: 1906-1963.")

Appendix B is a brief biography of Ashima Slade, one of the most important intellectual founders of metalogics and an associate of The Spike's, and a person who had multiple sex changes.  Slade was born in 2051 and killed in the war on the day Bron had his own sex change operation.  In keeping with Delany's themes throughout the book, many facts about Slade's life are unknowable and in a footnote it is made clear that evidence presented in this biography is not trustworthy.  Also, Delany reveals to us something potentially very important that he has kept from us for 350 pages--the lingua franca of the year 2212, the language spoken by all people on the satellites and 80% of people on Earth, is "a Magyar-Cantonese dialect," suggesting a radical political and cultural change between our own time and Bron's that we didn't know about as we followed Bron's story.  This is comparable to the revelation late in Starship Troopers that Rico is non-white, one of the Heinlein passages Delany talks about in Appendix A.

A later British edition
In a recent blog post I compared Ted White's By Furies Possessed to Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, wondering to what extent White's novel was a response to or inspired by Heinlein's.  (In a 2016 talk that I highly recommend to SF, pulp, and comics fans, pointed out to us in a comment by Paul Chadwick, White talks about how important Heinlein was to him as a youth.)  I think it might also be useful to ponder how much Triton may have been influenced by Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress--both are about a colony on a moon where people have new innovative familial and sexual relationships, and both involve a war between the colonials and the Earth--and I Will Fear No Evil, in which a man's brain is implanted in a woman's body?  Delany has no doubt thought seriously about Heinlein's body of work--he wrote the intro to the edition of Glory Road I read some years ago and in his Appendix A here in Triton talks about important sentences in Starship Troopers and Beyond This Horizon, sentences which obliquely tell the reader about the imagined future world of the novel.

Four years and two states ago I read Delany's Empire Star and admired its structure and the evident hard work Delany put into it, but I didn't find it very fun.  My feelings about Triton are somewhat similar.  Delany is working ably in a literary tradition (I've already compared Triton to Proust) with a story that strongly pushes its themes and includes clever devices, like speaking in different voices and effective foreshadowing (the attack on Christianity on page 245, for example, is foreshadowed on page 2 in a way that is quite effective).  He also works masterfully in the SF tradition (I've already mentioned similarities to Heinlein), filling his book with hard science and social science, presenting speculations on what space travel and interplanetary war might be like, and giving us an inhabitant's eye view of a society radically different from our own, one with no marriage in which only 20% of women have children, people live communally, sex involving children is normal, there is a government that provides services to the unemployed and supports a diplomatic and defense apparatus but (somehow) collects no taxes, there is income inequality and social distinctions but (so they say) no money.  (Instead of money everyone has an amount of "credit" based on his or her job; Delany hints that in practice this "credit" is just like money but with the added "benefit" that it makes it easier for the government to keep tabs on you.  How the beggars and artsy fartsy recipients of government endowments we meet in Chapter 1 fit into Tethys's economy I do not understand.)

An early British edition--I'm afraid there are no dog fights in the novel
There are all these good things to say about Triton, but somehow the novel lacks excitement and fun despite all the war and espionage business, lacks feeling despite all the love and sex and death elements; Triton feels a little too cool and a little too intellectual.  Delany, to me, comes across as a skilled technician whose work is built on a strong foundation of thought and knowledge, who lacks some kind of (difficult for me to define) emotional fire or breath of human life.  Or maybe Delany and I are just on such different wavelengths that I can't receive the spark or passion he is transmitting?

Triton is well put together and thought-provoking, but it is easier to admire than to love, one of those books that I'm enjoying more now as I think back on it that than I did while actually in the process of reading it.  Mild to moderate recommendation from me, though it is easy to see that Triton is exactly the kind of SF book that will hold a powerful appeal for some but be prohibitively tedious and opaque to others.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

City at World's End by Edmond Hamilton

"But the main problem will be morale, Hubble."  He thought of Carol, as he added, "I don't believe these people can take it, if they find out they're the last humans left."
When I recently saw the Fawcett Crest 1974 paperback edition of City at World's End on the shelf at a used bookstore, buying it was what the kids call a "no-brainer."  First of all, it's by MPorcius fave Edmond Hamilton. Second, there's the beautiful Paul Lehr cover.  I even like the lowercase aesthetic they are pulling here--this theme is continued on the inside, with the chapter headings printed in a fun lowercase font.  I'm always tickled when it looks like the publisher made an effort to produce a book with some kind of design vision in mind. (The chapter headings in City At World's End seem to be in the same font I enjoyed when it was used by our friends at Belmont for their volume containing Kris Neville's Special Delivery and Dave Van Arnam's Star Gladiator.)

Fawcett really goes the extra mile in selling this book--the first page tries to convince you that City At World's End is a serious examination, even a prediction, of a possible future for the human race!  They go so far as to quote "eminent biologist N. J. Berrill," whom Wikipedia is leading me to believe was like a British version of Jacques Cousteau!  Awesome!

It is the middle of the 20th century, in America's Middle West, where, in Middletown, home to 50,000, Kenniston, a scientist, is walking to his job at an industrial laboratory.  Almost nobody who lives in Middletown knows that the lab is an important component of America's defense establishment!  But somebody knows, and that somebody (the identity of whom Hamilton leaves mysterious, but I'm guessing this somebody has a name like "Josef" or "Zedong") detonates one of those new super-atomic missiles that everybody has been talking about right over Middletown!  But instead of vaporizing the town, the explosion shatters the very fabric of space and time and transports Middletown and all its inhabitants millions of years into the future, to when the sun is weak and red and the land is dry, desolate and cold!

City at World's End is one of those books in which a crisis leaves the common people, at best, at a loss, and more often ready to panic or riot, and, since the leadership they need is not forthcoming from the political class (the mayor of Middletown is short and "pudgy" and at one point described as "a crushed, frightened little man"), real men have to take charge.  Kenniston and his boss Hubble are just such men, as is a local businessman who owns a big trucking company and was some kind of logistics guy during "the last war," which I assume must be World War II.  The eggheads explore the creepy landscape beyond the newly transported town and discover a deserted domed city.  With no source of coal, everybody will freeze to death if they stay in their houses, so the scientists and the trucking magnate organize and lead an exodus out of Middletown and into the domed city--the dome will (they say) help retain heat.  This domed city also has hydroponics tanks the scientists will be able to get running again so nobody will starve, and a shaft leading to the Earth's core, presumably built by the original inhabitants hundreds of thousands of years ago to tap its heat; unfortunately today the core is quite cool.

In hopes that there are people elsewhere on the Earth, Kenniston figures out how to transmit messages with some equipment found in "New Middletown," and eventually some people who have heard the transmissions arrive.  But these people aren't Earthers--they are the descendants of humans who left Earth millennia ago to colonize the galaxy; these people now rule the entire Milky Way from their capital in the Vega system, and they have brought some of their alien friends with them! One of these alien races looks (as you can see on the cover of the issue of Startling Stories in which City at World's End first appeared) like over-sized teddy bears!  And another like humanoid cats!  The human Vegans, representatives of the Governors of the Federation of Stars, study old Middletown and do administrative work while the ursine Capellans and feline Spicans--these furry people are technical adjuncts attached to the mission--help get the atomic power and plumbing and so forth in New Middletown running again.

City At World's End is dated in a way that 21st-century readers may find interesting, amusing or aggravating.  For example, the Earthwomen characters, when they are on-screen (which is not too often), are always going hysterical, weeping, or complaining and just generally getting in the way.  The leader of the Vegan expedition, Varn Allan, is a woman, a slim and cold-hearted blue-eyed blonde (sexy!), who eventually crumbles under the strain and admits she wishes she had been a party girl instead of volunteering for the Federation space navy.  And if the mayor formerly known as Warren Wilhelm Jr. is right, and most people want a mayor and wider government with dictatorial powers, they won't be happy to see the mayor of Middletown portrayed as an ineffectual boob who outsources all leadership duties to scientists and businessmen and the Vegan Federation governors depicted as imperious, contemptuous and callous jerkoffs.  On the other hand, the novel has a hopeful anti-racist message--the adults of Middletown are initially suspicious of, even repulsed by, the non-human aliens, but their children immediately embrace them, and of course in the end they turn out to be very nice and helpful.
The big, furry Capellan sounded like a blood brother to every repair technician on old Earth.
He [Kenniston] discovered one day that he was working beside the humanoids as naturally as though he had always done it.  It no longer seemed strange that Magro, the handsome white-furred Spican, was an electronics expert whose easy unerring work left Kenniston staring.
Under their fur, these freaks from other solar systems are just like us!  (Like getting stuck on a far-future worn-out Earth that has been abandoned by humanityhumans working and fighting side by side with aliens is a recurring theme in Hamilton's work.) In fact, the 20th-century humans have more in common with these furry weirdos than with the humans of the far future, because the furries, as relatively young races, still have a passionate independent streak and a love of their home planets, while the future humans, who have had atomic power and space travel for millions of years, are a bunch of cold and obedient drones who do whatever the government tells them and have no feeling whatsoever for the Earth!

This comes out when it is revealed that the Governors of the Federation of Stars are ordering the Middletowners to move from the dying Earth (a phrase Hamilton uses repeatedly, inevitably reminding one of Jack Vance's famous stories, the first of which were published the same year as the magazine version of City at World's End) to some more economically viable planet for their own good, whether they like it or not.  The people of Middletown resist, but Varn Allan and her conniving male subordinate, who wants her to fail so he can take her job, insist that Federation word is law and the Earthlings must move. In contrast, the furries share the Middletowners' "provincial patriotism" and would like to loosen the hold of the Federation on their own peoples (they themselves have been forcibly evacuated from beloved homeworlds in the past.)  So the Cappellans and Spicans give Kenniston some legal advice--he has the right to go to Vega to argue Earth's case.  What gives the Earth a legal leg to stand on is the fact that a new process has been proposed by which the cool inner core of a dying planet like Earth can be ignited so the planet can flourish again, even with a weak red sun.  So Kenniston rides the ship to Vega with his furry pals and the haughty hotty Varn Allan, on a quest to get permission to have the process tested on the dying Earth's core.  (I know, this now sounds a little like Gene Wolfe's 1980s Book of the New Sun and its fifth volume, The Urth of the New Sun, doesn't it?)

On Vega Four we get one of those Earth-on-trial scenes that we encounter in SF pretty regularly; Robert Heinlein's 1958 Have Space Suit--Will Travel and James Blish's 1961 The Star Dwellers, books I have read, come to mind at once, but I know there are plenty of others--among those I haven't read is a Jack Williamson fix-up called The Trial of Terra which Joachim Boaz wrote about back in 2011.  The rulers of the galaxy decide that the violent and rebellious 20th-century Earth people must be taught to obey, and that the core ignition process is too dangerous anyway, so Kenniston's request is denied.  Luckily, the scientist who developed this planetary core ignition theory has his ship and staff all juiced up and ready to go, because Kenniston convinces him to defy the Federation Governors and take him and his furry friends to Earth and try the process anyway!  Varn Allan tries to stop them but Kenniston just kidnaps her and drags her to Earth, where everything turns out great for everybody, except Allan's scheming lieutenant, I guess.  Even Kenniston's fiance Carol, relieved she can move out of the dome city and back to her old house, is willing to free our hero from their engagement so he can explore the galaxy (and space babe Varn Allan's pants!)    

I like the plot of this one, and Hamilton seems to be putting some extra literary effort into it; compared to much of his other writing, there is more human psychology (how people respond to the story's bizarre events--resorting to prayer or to the booze, threatening to riot or blaming scientific progress, etc) and relationship material (among her many complaints, Carol is angry that Kenniston kept his real job at the lab a secret from her, and fears their future together is doomed because she loves stability and the old comfortable things while he is fascinated by the new), more fancy images and turns of phrase, and more literary devices like personification and metaphor ("...past the playground that looked as forlorn as though it knew the children were going, never to return.")  The stuff about how government is incompetent and callous and full of selfish self-important jerks, the distinction between young passionate societies and old staid ones, and the anti-racist stuff, add additional layers.

A good novel.  City at World's End brought to mind the much longer and apparently (I haven't read either of them) much more ambitious / pretentious novels of Samuel R. Delany (1974's Dhalgren) and Stephen King (2009's Under the Dome) which, I think, have similar premises.  Might those novelists have been familiar with City at World's End and influenced by it?

City at World's End seems tohave been a hit with readers and has been reprinted again and again since its first publication in 1950 in Startling Stories; you can read the original printing complete with 1950 illustrations at the internet archive.  (This is a pretty impressive issue of Startling, with work by Leigh Brackett, Jack Vance, Ray Bradbury, Doc Smith, Virgil Finlay and Frank Belknap Long, and letters from Robert Silverberg--who praises Norman Daniels' "The Lady is a Witch"--and Isaac Asimov--who jocularly complains that in a recent issue his name was misspelled and makes a tepid joke about the tame sexual content of van Vogt's "The Shadow Men," an early version of The Universe Maker, a British publication about which I said nice things on Amazon in 2012.)

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

"After a Judgment Day," "The Pro," and "Castaway" by Edmond Hamilton

It's the final installment of our look at The Best of Edmond Hamilton, a collection of stories published in 1977 and edited by the author's wife, Leigh Brackett.

"After a Judgment Day" (1963)

Throughout his career, Hamilton wrote stories about evolution and the related topics of radiation and mutation, and stories about the plight of somebody who finds himself the last man on Earth. We've read a bunch of such stories here at MPorcius Fiction Log, and Hamilton also dealt with such themes in his comic book work; for example, in "Superman Under the Red Sun," a story appearing in Action Comics # 300 (May 1963), Superman is tricked by the "Superman Revenge Squad" into travelling a million years into the future, where he encounters land-whales (the descendants of whales who have adapted to an Earth without oceans) and eagles which, due to radioactive fallout, have acquired the ability to shoot lighting bolts from their eyes.  Kal-El also finds that the human race has vacated the planet, making him The Last Man On Earth!  (Luckily, there is a robot version of Perry White available to keep the Man of Steel company.)

"Superman Under the Red Sun" was the cover story of Action Comics #300 (the other story in that issue was about Supergirl's horse...zzzzzzzzzz...) and one of Hamilton's other cover stories that very same year was "After a Judgment Day" for Fantastic, a story which is like a more adult, more apocalyptic remix of the same elements from that Superman story.

Martinsen is a scientist on a lunar research base; from this base robots designed to mimic humans travel to distant planets to collect data and then return.  Because their bodies resemble human tissue and organs, any effects suffered by the robots while walking around on the alien worlds serve as a good predictor of how real humans would react to those alien environments.

During Martinsen's tenure at the moon base a plague strikes the Earth--a previously-harmless bacteria, mutated by radioactive fallout, wipes out the human race in short order.  Most of Martinsen's comrades return to Earth, leaving Martinsen alone on the moon with a single colleague who has turned to popping sleeping pills for comfort (there is no booze on the base.)  And the robots, of course, though they have not been programmed to make conversation (unlike the Perry White robot in Action Comics #300.)  Martinsen, in a last romantic gesture, prepares a recording describing highlights of Earth history and culture, gives a copy to each of the robots, and then programs them to search the universe for intelligent life to present the recording to.  With luck, Earth's memory will thus be preserved.  After the robots have departed, fanning out across the galaxy, Martinsen and the pill-popper return to Earth to die.

This story is alright; it tries to pull the old heart-strings but didn't really do it for me; in that respect I think Hamilton's "Requiem," for example, is more successful.  The title "After a Judgment Day" comes from a poem by G. K. Chesterton, an epic of over 2,500 lines about 9th-century hero King Alfred called The Ballad of the White Horse. Chesterton is one of those important writers (he is one of Gene Wolfe's favorites, I hear) I haven't gotten around to reading yet.  Maybe someday.

"After a Judgment Day" has not been one of Hamilton's more popular pieces; besides The Best of Edmond Hamilton the only place it has reappeared has been in a 1972 magazine, Thrilling Science Fiction, that consisted of reprints of 1960s SF stories.

"The Pro" (1964)

If you are reading MPorcius Fiction Log, you probably already know that Barry N. Malzberg is one of the great historians and critics of SF, and that Malzberg considers his own career and the entire SF field to be a disappointment, a sort of failure or missed opportunity.  In his 1980 essay "The Science Fiction of Science Fiction," included in The Engines of the Night, Malzberg talks about two Robert Silverberg stories from the early '70s ("Science Fiction Hall of Fame" and "Schwartz Between the Galaxies") that, according to sad sack Barry, are a message from Silverberg telling us that "science fiction is doomed by its own nature and devices to be a second-rate form of literature." Malzberg goes on to discuss the hopes of the Futurians (that SF could "save the world") and those of "the field's best writers--Kornbluth, Clifton, Budrys, Heinlein" (that SF could "change society" and "alter institutions and personal lives") hopes that were, he suggests, unrealized.

Malzberg points out other SF stories and novels that, he believes, posit that "science fiction is junk" or "contemptible" or mere "comfort," including his own Herovit's World (1973) and Galaxies (1975), Samuel R. Delany's 1967 "Aye, and Gomorrah" and Edmond Hamilton's "The Pro."

(NB:  I think you should buy and read The Engines of the Night, but I have to warn you that my 1984 Bluejay edition, at least, was not properly fact-checked or copy-edited.  In the essay at hand Malzberg tells us Silverberg's "Science Fiction Hall of Fame" appeared in Infinity Three, when in fact it appeared in Infinity Five, and he refers to Silverberg's story "Our Lady of the Sauropods" by the name "Our Lady of the Stegosaurs."  Maybe such errors are rectified in the later enlarged edition from Baen which bears the title Breakfast in the Ruins?)

"The Pro" is a psychological study, its subject Jim Burnett, who, like Hamilton himself, is a science fiction writer with decades of work and a multitude of stories in pulps, paperbacks, and hardcovers behind him.  His son Dan is a member of the two-man crew of the first manned mission to the Moon.  Our story covers the day of the launch and the day preceding, as Burnett wrestles with his emotional responses to his son's participating in this historic, but dangerous, mission: the fear that his son may be killed and guilt that, through his writing, he may be responsible in some way for inspiring the whole space program and encouraging his own son's risky role in it, as well as envy that it is his son, and not he himself, who will be among the first to step on the Moon.  An interesting subtheme is the idea that the writer is a spectator of life, rather than a participant--Henry Miller said something to this effect in that thrilling, shocking, first chapter of Sexus, and it has always stuck with me.
Dan's the pro, not me.  All we writers who daydreamed and babbled and wrote about space, we were just amateurs, but now the real pros have come, the tanned, placid young men who don't babble about space but who go up and take hold of it...
Burnett's powerful but ambivalent feelings--he jocularly brags that he "invented" space travel one minute, then is vigorously denying that his writing and science fiction in general deserve any credit for inspiring the space program the next--feel very authentic.  This is what a real person is like: unsure if he has done the right thing, unsure even what the right thing is, almost always rationalizing, sometimes breaking down from regret or guilt or fear.  An effective story.  "The Pro" first appeared in F&SF (in the 15th Anniversary "All Star Issue") and then in various venues, including T. E. Dikty's Great Science Fiction Stories About the Moon (1967) and Mike Resnick's Inside the Funhouse: 17 SF Stories About SF (1992).


(I feel like I have to put in my two cents here and assert that I certainly do not consider science fiction a failure.  Most importantly, I don't think providing comfort or escape or entertainment is bad, or pointless; why shouldn't people have a little comfort or pleasure in this brief life full of trouble?  Beyond that, I think it obvious now (and almost as obvious in 1980) that SF has been influential, has made a mark on society. Dr. Frankenstein and his monster and Tarzan of the Apes are as central to our culture as Robinson Crusoe and Romeo and Juliet.  King Kong and 2001: A Space Odyssey are considered among the greatest works of cinema.  Popular TV and movie franchises like Star Trek, Star Wars, and Alien are essentially the themes and visions of Edgar Rice Burroughs, E. E. Smith, Edmond Hamilton, A. E. van Vogt and Leigh Brackett projected on a screen, and I think half the TV shows my wife watches are about people with special powers or people living in a post-apocalyptic world. Lovecraft, Burroughs, Blish, Brackett and Bester are enshrined in the Library of America, and Jack Vance gets a glowing write up in the New York Times.  We are told that the people who were responsible for putting a man on the moon were inspired by SF, while libertarian intellectuals like David Friedman report being inspired by Robert Heinlein and statist intellectuals like Paul Krugman announce they were inspired by Isaac Asimov.  This all sounds like success to me.  What would sound like success to the Futurians, to "the field's best writers," to Malzberg himself?  Science fiction triggering the development of a communist utopia?  An anarcho-capitalist utopia?  A culture in which people like Henry Kuttner, C. L. Moore and Barry Malzberg get the critical attention Vladimir Nabokov and Saul Bellow get, or an economy in which they get the kind of money Mick Jagger and Johnny Depp get?  Such absurd and extravagant hopes are bound to be dashed.  I think Thomas Disch is much closer to the truth when he claims science fiction has conquered the world than is Malzberg with his lamentations.)

"The Castaway" (1969)

"The Castaway" appeared in SF historian and editor Sam Moskowitz's anthology The Man Who Called Himself Poe, apparently a collection of stories about Edgar Allan Poe or written in his style. Most of the included pieces seem to be reprints, but a few, including Hamilton's contribution, were specifically written for the collection.  "The Castaway" would reappear in the collection What's It Like Out There? as well as The Best of Edmond Hamilton.

"The Castaway" stars Edgar Allan Poe himself.  A woman comes to his office, tries to convince him that she is a traveler from an idyllic far future, inhabiting the body of a 19th-century woman.  She informs Poe that another such far future traveler's mind inhabits his body, but, because he has greater than average intelligence and will, his native mind has dominated the interloping mind instead of vice versa.  The submerged future personality's memories have, however, expressed themselves in his fantastical stories--"The Domain of Arnheim," "The Tale of the Ragged Mountains," and "William Wilson" are specifically mentioned.  The mind supposedly submerged within Poe's brain is that of the future woman's lover, and she tries, through conversation, to get it to emerge so it can return to the future with her, but she is frustrated by Poe's powerful personality, and returns to the future alone, leaving the 19th-century woman she was dominating to wake up in horror in Poe's office, from which she precipitously flees.

Not bad.  I could not muster the energy to read The Ballad of the White Horse, but maybe this week I will read the three Poe stories Hamilton invokes in "The Castaway."

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And so we bid a fond farewell to The Best of Edmond Hamilton and The Best of Leigh Brackett.  I feel like this has been a very enjoyable and profitable project, and I'm happy I have more Brackett and Hamilton stories available to me both on my own bookshelves and at the internet archive.  For a personal look at these two giants of the SF community, their careers and their relationships with people like Ray Bradbury and John W. Campbell, Jr., check out an interview of Hamilton and Brackett conducted in 1976 by Dave Truesdale and Paul McGuire III pointed out to us a few days ago by commenter marzaat, available at the link.