Friday, July 27, 2012

Book Review: The Diamond Age

Neal Stephenson
1995
Awards: Hugo, Locus
Nominations: Nebula
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Neal Stephenson is one of my favorite sci-fi writers and I’m disappointed that with all the funny, rich, and prescient books he has written, I only get to write about one of them here.

I was introduced to Stephenson by a co-worker who suggested that I start with this book rather than the somewhat more famous Snow Crash. About ten pages in, I was hooked.

The opening chapter drops you bang into a new world on the outskirts of Shanghai fifty years or so in the future. You don’t understand any of the lingo or the technology or much of what is going on at first. But (as in A Clockwork Orange or anything by Shakespeare) you learn quickly by immersion.

The society of The Diamond Age is technologically advanced but in many ways socially backward. Almost everybody belongs to a “phyle,” which is a sort of tribe or clan. Phyles are heavily class-segregated; the phyle you are in determines where you live, whether your neighborhood is polluted and crime-filled or not, how much education you receive as a child, and so on.

People who don’t belong to any phyle are called “thetes.” They live in a sort of demilitarized zone between phyle enclaves. They are outcasts who must survive by their wits and often by turning to lives of servitude or crime.

Some phyles have strength because of sheer numbers or sheer ruthlessness. Others have strength because they possess skills that others are willing to pay for. The richest and most powerful of these is the New Atlantis phyle, which is home to nearly all the “artifexes” (designers & programmers) of the nanotechnology that the world depends on. New Atlantis enclaves are on artificially extruded hills high above the poorer sea-level phyles, where the air is cleaner and their houses are easier to defend.

New Atlantans have adopted the lifestyle and mores of late-19th century Victorians – deeply repressed emotions; convoluted social etiquette; sweeping skirts and parasols for women; snuffboxes and waistcoats for men. But all of these affectations are supported by, and in some cases overtly combined with, the incredibly advanced nanotechnology that pervades everything.

Nanosites are responsible for purifying water and air and for performing most medicine. Neighborhoods are protected by grids of hovering nano-pods that can either be passive information-gatherers or defensive weapons. And the coolest thing (I thought at the time I read it) is that newspapers and books are no longer made of paper and print; they are now made of nano-paper, thin layers of nanosites sandwiched between mediatronic screens that can display a universe full of multimedia presentations at the request of the reader. (And to think it only took Apple 15 years after this book came out to come up with the iPad.)

To try to sum up the plot quickly (a tremendous injustice):

Lord Alexander Chung-Sik Finkel-McGraw, a powerful man in New Atlantis, sees that the crushing overprotectivity of his clan is causing their children to grow up without either creativity or common sense, and that this will eventually lead to their downfall. He hires a brilliant artifex, John Percival Hackworth, to build an intelligent, interactive book, a book he calls the Young Lady’s Illustrated Primer, for his granddaughter. The book will supplement and subvert the Victorian educational system; it is designed to teach a child to think creatively and to solve real problems, instead of the theoretical ones presented in schools.

Finkel-McGraw contracts with Hackworth to build one book, under top secret conditions, and makes him swear to destroy the compiled code so no one can ever build another one.

Hackworth builds the book but does not, however, destroy the code. He sneaks it out of his laboratory and takes it to a seedy neighborhood in Shanghai where he pays Dr. X, an off-network power broker with a matter compiler, to compile a second copy for his own daughter.

From here on in, of course, the gig is up. Not only does Dr. X immediately start trying to decrypt the compiler code so he can build his own copies of the book, but also, on his way back to New Atlantis, Hackworth is mugged by a gang of thete youths who rob him of everything he has, including the book. One of the thetes takes the book home and gives it as a present to his four-year-old sister, Nell.

Nell and her brother live in poverty, holed up in an apartment with a mother who entertains a steady stream of boyfriends, many of whom are abusive. They get most of their food from the free public matter compilers. Nell’s brother has steadily worsening asthma from the pollution in their neighborhood. Neither Nell nor her brother goes to school. But Nell immediately takes to the book, and the book, as it was programmed to do, bonds with her. It builds its lessons around her real life, including teaching her weaponry and self-defense. Eventually, following the arrival of a particularly violent boyfriend and with the help and advice of the book, Nell and her brother run away.

Tension builds as Nell spends the next few years evading capture by various people who want her book. Dr. X starts creating hundreds of thousands of copies of the Primer to give to orphans in China. Several phyles with terrorist bents, including one particularly scary one called the Fists of Righteous Harmony, grow stronger and begin to endanger the safety of the formerly protected ones. Eventually it starts to look like Nell, with her book-raised intelligence, pragmatism, and reluctant leadership skills, will be the one the world will depend on to take it in a new and better direction.

The style and content of The Diamond Age make you think right away of Neuromancer. While I liked Neuromancer okay, I never found myself laughing out loud while reading it like I do with Stephenson’s books. He’s got a sarcasm to him that is really funny.

Also, there’s something about the characters and the environment here that is more appealing to me. Some people have called Stephenson’s writing “post-cyberpunk,” to differentiate it from Gibson, the main idea being that in Gibson's original cyberpunk fiction the heroes are criminals bridling against a repressive dystopia, while the heroine in this one is definitely not a criminal and the world is not under any one omnipotent entity’s control.

The technology in The Diamond Age is just futuristic enough to be cool and amazing, but it is also described realistically enough that it seems like it could conceivably be developed by humans without aid of magic. It isn’t jarringly juvenile and is clearly thought up by somebody who knows about computers. It is also a great combination of old and new; for example, the New Atlantans want to ride around on horses like real Victorians, but they demand robotic horses that can take them at car-like speeds and do their own navigation.

Also, the Primer itself, as a storybook within a story, was brilliant. One of the best fairy tales Nell reads in her Primer takes place in the Dukedom of Turing, which is populated by robotic knights who throw her character into a dungeon. She has to figure out how to escape and then how to gain mastery over all of the robot knights, and along the way you (and she) see that the fable is teaching her the basics of computers and binary numbering systems and how to debug and reprogram code to do what you want it to do. It is awesome.


An earlier version of this review originally appeared on Cheeze Blog.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

Book Review: Babel-17

Samuel R. Delany
1966
Awards: Nebula
Rating: ★ ★ – – –

SPOILER ALERT

I started out liking this book. I thought the main premise was good. Two opposing sides are engaged in an interstellar war. The good guys are the Alliance. The bad guys, the Invaders, have come up with a new weapon: Babel-17. Babel-17 is a language but it sort of acts as a computer virus; when you’re thinking in Babel-17, it makes you think in the ways that the language is designed to make you think, which means sometimes sabotaging your own side. It brings up interesting questions about whether the structure of your language can affect how you think. For example, if your language has no word for “I” or “you,” can you understand the concepts that those words represent?

Unfortunately, there were a number of things I ended up not liking, not least of which was the main character, Rydra Wong. Wong is a genius with languages and can feel out their translations by osmosis, and apparently she’s the only one in the universe with this capability. So she’s asked by the Alliance military command to solve the mystery of Babel-17 and figure out how to fight it. She puts a ship and crew together and goes to investigate and does, of course, figure out the mystery of the language and saves the Alliance and ends the war, yadda, yadda, yadda.

The problem is that Rydra Wong is totally annoying. Everything she does is perfect. She is the only person who has a chance of understanding Babel-17, she has a black belt in Aikido and she’s a capable starship captain. She is also totally empathetic with everyone on her crew, regardless of background, and they all just love her and all feel like they have a special connection with her. Oh, and she’s also the universe’s most famous poet, and everyone they run across is just awestruck at meeting the great author in person. And yet she’s also at times vulnerable and dependent and, worst of all, flirtatious with the big strong men in her crew. She’s always passing out after Babel-17 episodes and falling into the arms of whatever guy happens to be around.

It was all suspiciously similar to Robert Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land, which came out four years before Babel-17 and which had equally unrealistic and dopey female characters.

An unrelated annoyance was that many of the situations seemed really contrived. The worst were the battle scenes. The commanders gave each battle a theme and carried that theme to the most ridiculous extent. For example, in one battle the theme was Asylum. Each division had code names like “neurotics” and “psychotics." During the battle they were given instructions like “maintain contact to avoid separation anxiety” and “prepare to penetrate hostile defense mechanisms” instead of "stay close" or "attack."

Okay, one more silly thing. Many of the characters in the book have had their bodies altered or had art implanted. Wong’s pilot, for example, has basically had himself turned into a lion, complete with fangs. Because of his fangs, he is unable to say the letter “p,” so every time he says a “p” the author replaces it with an apostrophe. So he’ll say things like, “it’s time for the shi’ to take off.” But for some reason, he can say “b” and “f” just fine. 


This review originally appeared on Cheeze Blog.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Book Review: The Graveyard Book

Neil Gaiman
2008
Awards: Hugo
Rating: ★ ★ ★ –  –

SPOILER ALERT

The Graveyard Book opens with a creepy man named Jack entering a home and murdering almost every member of the family that lives there: the mother, father, and daughter. But the baby boy escapes, toddling all the way up to the graveyard at the top of the hill, where the ghosts there protect him and adopt him as one of their own.

The ghosts name the boy Nobody, or Bod for short. Bod grows up in the graveyard, educated by ghost teachers and taken care of by ghost doctors and playing with ghost kids.

Unbeknownst to Bod, however, the man who killed his corporeal family is still around and means to finish the job as soon as he can find the boy. It turns out that creepy Jack is a member of an evil society called the Jacks of All Trades, who are allied against Bod’s graveyard friends and who knew, via a prophesy, that Bod spelled potential trouble for the Jacks from the day he was born.

Given previous books I have read by Neil Gaiman, I admit I wasn’t looking forward to reading this one. But I couldn’t help liking it in spite of myself.

It is a children’s story, so you have to read it with that in mind. It echoes other bittersweet lost-boy-raised-by-wolves stories, like The Jungle Book (on purpose) and even Puff the Magic Dragon  (probably accidentally). It is sympathetically told and has likeable characters. It is also extremely dark and occasionally gruesome, which I get out a kick out of, since it is, after all, a kid’s book.

Bod is a quiet, perceptive, lonely boy whose only friends and mentors are ghosts and other creatures of the night. I liked him a lot and I was glad to read the story of his coming of age, as he inevitably learns, like Mowgli, that his place is among the (living) humans and that he can't stay in the (ironic) safety of the graveyard forever.

Bod’s primary guardian, Silas, is a kindly vampire. He is taciturn and gruff and, of course, vampiratical, but his love for the boy comes across loud and clear. Silas is sweet. And so, for that matter, is Bod’s part-time tutor, Miss Lupescu the werewolf.

There is a neat chapter in the book where all the ghosts come down from the graveyard and dance with the living people in the town square. It is a lovely, eerie scene. And afterwards, the living don’t remember it and the dead won’t talk about it. It was an odd little interlude, but it worked, and I am sure it carried a profound message about how we are all dancing with death even if we don’t want to discuss it or think about it.
                         
All that said, though, there were definitely moments where some of Gaiman’s more irritating habits came through. In particular:

1.      In one chapter, Bod gets kidnapped by a bunch of ghouls. The incident itself was fine but I was annoyed that all of the ghouls had to be famous people—Victor Hugo, an Emperor of China, the "33rd President of the United States" (who for some reason couldn’t just be called Harry Truman), etc. The famous-people-as-ghouls felt too forced to be funny. It reminded me of the pretentiously hokey scene in The Demolished Man where all the high-class judges and ministers are out in the jungle searching for the main character, tromping through undergrowth and calling each other “Senator” and “Your Honor.” Philip Jose Farmer does a better and more subtle job of spreading famous people out among ordinary people in a more realistic mix, like you might actually find in any random group of dead people. It means that when a famous person appears, it has more of an impact, whether for shock or humor.

2.      Similarly, the Jacks of All Trades, whose first names were all Jack, all had to have clever last names like Frost, Tar, Dandy, and Nimble. It was too self-conscious. I found myself wondering when Gaimain was going to run out of names and whether he wasn't perhaps already reaching the bottom of the barrel.

3.      And, again, similarly, many of the grave markers have phrases on them that are just too clever by half. These markers often get read aloud when they come up in the story, like when Bod goes running by one. The first few are effectively wry and funny, but they get more and more tiresome until it feels like you are being hit over the head with all the wit. For example:
"Bod's left ankle was swollen and purple. Doctor Trefusis (1870-1936, May He Wake to Glory) inspected it and pronounced it merely sprained."

"...Thomas Pennyworth (here he lyes in the certainty of the moft glorious refurrection) was already waiting, and was not in the best of moods."

"...the boy popped up...from behind a tombstone (Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921, I was a stranger and you took me in)."

"And so it went, until it was time for Grammar and Composition with Miss Letitia Borrows, Spinster of this Parish (Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?)."
And actually there were two Spinsters of this Parish--old Letitia and also Majella Godspeed. Perhaps he'd forgotten he'd already used that line.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Book Review: To Your Scattered Bodies Go

Philip José Farmer
1971
Awards: Hugo
Rating: ★ ★ ★ – –

The main character of To Your Scattered Bodies Go is Richard Burton (the 19th century adventurer, swordsman, and spy, not the 20th century actor who married Elizabeth Taylor twice). The book begins with Burton waking up – which is odd, because he could have sworn that he had died or was just about to die – in an enormous chamber filled with thousands of inert, floating, sleeping bodies arranged in a grid pattern in every direction as far as he can see. All of the bodies, including his, are naked, hairless, and slowly spinning around a central head-to-toe axis.

As soon as Burton wakes up he starts flailing around, attracting the attention of two guys who are apparently monitoring the sleeping bodies. They zip over to him in a sort of floating canoe and zap him with a device that renders him unconscious again.

The next time he wakes up, he is still naked and hairless, but lying on a grassy plain next to a river, and there are a lot of other people lying on the plain near him. They all gradually wake up and realize that (a) they all appear to have been resurrected from the dead; (b) they are all in their own bodies as they were when they were about 25 years old; (c) they are from all different parts of the world and from all different times in history. The largest component of their group comes from 1890 Trieste, but there are also a few people from Victorian England and random scatterings of other humans, including an australopithecine.

Sir Richard Burton
Burton, a natural leader, becomes the de facto head of the troupe as they put the pieces of a new life together and try to figure out why and where they are there.

The first thing they learn is that they are not the only ones there. The world they are in, which they name Riverworld, contains thousands, if not millions of people, all living up and down the banks of the river, which itself may be thousands, if not millions of miles long.

The next thing Burton begins to suspect (aided by his memory of the chamber of sleeping people) is that they are all part of a big experiment being run by Other Beings. And that these Others have developed a technology to record a soul (or something equivalent), and have done so for all humans who have ever existed, and have then created this world into which to bring them back to life for some nefarious purpose.

Burton, in his resurrected state as in life, tends to get stir-crazy staying in one place too long. He also really wants to find the beings that put them in this situation and give them what for. So he heads off on a long voyage upriver to find its source. He travels for hundreds of days and sees thousands of resurrected humans of different types.

Along the way he acquires a new human nemesis: a plump egomaniac who turns out to be Hermann Göring, who has formed an alliance with former Roman emperor Tullius Hostilius and is running their little troupe of resurrectees with an iron hand. He also attracts the attention of the mysterious Others, who begin sending agents out after him, so he has to spend a considerable portion of the second half of the book on the run.

This book is actually the first installment in Farmer’s Riverworld series. I didn’t realize that when I read it, so I have to admit I found the story, and particularly the ending, dissatisfying. Burton has a series of smallish adventures, but there is no major climactic showdown which resolves anything. The big issues – who the Others are, how Burton may be able to subvert it, and whether he should – are all left unanswered. And there is also a tantalizing note at the end saying that I would get to meet Samuel Clemens if I read the next installment, which is frustrating since I have no intention of reading the next installment right now.

But Burton is an excellent central character. He is charismatic and opinionated. And the skills he picked up in a lifetime of worldly adventure (espionage, hand-to-hand combat, and a knowledge of many languages, to name a few) serve him well in Riverworld.

And the book certainly creates a fun thought experiment. Riverworld is a uniquely controlled environment with strict parameters (much like Ringworld, although Riverworld is not as rich or as well-architected). Within that setting, Farmer can create weird juxtapositions of famous people from any time in history and explore how they will interact.


This review originally appeared on Cheeze Blog.