季文子三思而後行。子聞之、曰。再、斯可矣。
Ji Wen Zi contemplated something three times before acting upon it. When Confucius heard this, he said, “Twice is enough.”
季文子三思而後行。子聞之、曰。再、斯可矣。
Ji Wen Zi contemplated something three times before acting upon it. When Confucius heard this, he said, “Twice is enough.”
I’m hugely honoured to take on the role of Hugo administrator for Worldcon 75, to be held in Helsinki in 2017. The Hugos have been part of my fannish life since I was a teenager, and I’ve been commenting in depth on the fiction nominees every year this century. I love the institution and I’m really glad to be part of it.
2017 may be a bit different to previous years. Four amendments to the Hugo rules passed last August by Sasquan will, if ratified by MidAmeriCon II next year, come into effect for Worldcon 75 to administer. I’ll be ready to implement any or all of them.
I will also be largely refraining from comment on the SF of 2016 until after the 2017 Hugo ceremony is over. That still leaves plenty else to talk about, of course…
Like a lot of people, I have occasional battles with insomnia. The advent of the smartphone has made things worse. Whereas in the old days, you could pick up a book to read in the dark hours and put it aside when your eyelids finally started drooping, the phone is insidious – Let's click through to that last update on Facebook or Twitter! Let's check the BBC or Guardian one last time! – and tends to keep you awake raher than lull you to rest. I am told (and I can well believe it) that the mere fact of the lighting makes it more difficult for the eyes of the reader to relax and go to sleep; I would also observe that looking at people exchanging their views on the Internet is sometimes not terribly relaxing.
I have found a partial solution, which has made a positive difference for me at least. A few weeks ago I installed the Sleep Cycle app on my iPhone (there are presumably equivalents for other platforms). It claims to measure your sleep quality by listening to your breathing. This is the graph it drew of my sleep last night:

Now, I actually thought I slept rather better last night than this implies; certainly I don't recall the moments of blurry consciousness around 0415 which the phone thinks I experinced. (Er, on a different topic, er, yesterday was an unusually sedentary day – I normally manage 7,000 steps between various stations, but was lucky with public transport despite the lack of new train services. 2,556 steps is pretty pathetic.)
Imperfect though the app's measurement is, it mitigates one of the psychological exacerbating factors of insomnia, where you lie awake worrying about how much the fact that you are lying awake will impact you at work and at home the next day. The knowledge that the app will measure your lack of sleep so precisely is in fact welcome reassurance that you don't need to worry about it so much, because the phone is measuring it.
The other thing is that because the app reminds you that it is running on the phone, it's another incentive to put the damn gadget down and try to go to sleep.
So, it may not work for everyone, and it may not work for you; I can only say that it's made a tangible difference for me.
This marks the end of my project to get up to speed with the sf novels of 1940, and it's a reasonably high note to finish on. This was the first of a couple of dozen stories featuring the eponymous Captain, who goes around the solar system righting wrongs – in this case, liberating the grateful natives of Jupiter from the evil Space Emperor – with his allies, a brain in a box formerly known as Simon Wright, a robot called Grag, and Android called Otho, and a spunky gal from the Planetary Police called Joan. It's pretty formulaic but done with great enthusiasm. In a week when I went for a drink with Captain Europe,
Current
None! For once, there are no open books. Though that will change when I go to bed.
Last books finished
The Reign of Wizardry, by Jack Williamson
The Gallifrey Chronicles, by Lance Parkin
Short Fiction Eligible for the 1941 Retro-Hugos Vol 4, ed. von Dimpleheimer
Fattypuffs and Thinifers, by Andre Maurois
Moon Over Soho, by Ben Aaronovitch
Helliconia Spring, by Brian Aldiss
The Whole and Rain-Domed Universe, by Colette Bryce
The Medusa Effect, by Justin Richards
Captain Future and the Space Emperor, by Edmond Hamilton
Next books
Helliconia Summer, by Brian Aldiss
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro
A Princess of Roumania, by Paul Park
Books acquired in last week
Captain Future and the Space Emperor, by Edmond Hamilton
Fattypuffs and Thinifers, by André Maurois
Splinters and the Impolite President, by William Whyte
The Kosovo Indictment, by Michael O'Reilly
I thought I was going to give up on the sf novels of 1940, but I’m glad I didn’t – this is a very competent retelling of the Greek legends of Theseus, with some parts of other legends thrown in, that rises to a cracking good conclusion. I don’t think it will (or necessarily even should) win a Retro Hugo but I’ll certainly give it one of my nomination slots.
I thought this was really excellent – a short novel written and set just before the second world war, published shortly after the author’s death by her own hand; on the surface, it’s a story of manners about a village pageant for Empire Day, but in fact there are deep currents of violence, both sexual and colonial, running through it and colouring everything that happens for the attentive reader. A really disturbing book in some ways. I’m becoming a bit of a fan.
A set of humane and sensible essays about America, Christian traditions, tolerance and learning. A useful antidote for a time when the crazy side has been getting a lot of airtime.
I thought this was really tremendous. I’ve read a lot of really bad books where the gateway between our own planet and the Faerie Otherworld opens up; this works really well because the basic fantasy premise is overlaid with a technothriller superstructure, where our cyborg heroine gets involved with dodgy technology transfer and music. I have generally liked Robson’s work and I loved this; I’m surprised it didn’t score in the 2006/07 awards season – perhaps too difficult to pigeonhole in terms of subgenre?
The Finnish composer Jean Sibelius was born on 8 December 1865, in a country then under Russian rule and undergoing a tremendous cultural awakening. He became a symbol of his country's independence struggle, and lived to 1957, forty years after independence. His lifespan was longer than any two of Schubert, Mozart, Bizet, Gershwin, Mendelssohn, Weber, Chopin and Schumann combined; but his creative period was constrained to the middle of his life, roughly from 1890 to 1926; in 1940 he notoriously burned all of his unpublished music in the fireplace of his home, Ainola.
I've loved his music since I was a teenager, and I just want to share a few pieces with you all for a weekend celebration, with perhaps a bit more context than is sometimes given. The first piece was composed in part as a protest against media censorship by the Russian regime, and first performed in 1900; the Russians found it so incendiary that it was often put on concert programmes with a disguised title. So it's not only a stirring piece of music in its own right, but a statement in favour of free speech. It is Finlandia.
Finlandia is not a choral work in its original form, but the melody of the last third has had numerous lyrics attached to it, including at least three different hymns in English. In Finland it's not the national anthem but it's one of the most important national songs. Sing along, if you like:
| Oi Suomi, katso, Sinun päiväs koittaa, yön uhka karkoitettu on jo pois, ja aamun kiuru kirkkaudessa soittaa kuin itse taivahan kansi sois. Yön vallat aamun valkeus jo voittaa, sun päiväs koittaa, oi synnyinmaa. Oi nouse, Suomi, nosta korkealle |
Finland, behold, thy daylight now is dawning, the threat of night has now been driven away. The skylark calls across the light of morning, the blue of heaven lets it have its way, and now the day the powers of night is scorning: thy daylight dawns, O Finland of ours! Finland, arise, and raise towards the highest |
Going back a bit, Sibelius' first hit was with the symphonic poem Kullervo, first performed in 1892, which is based on an episode from the Finnish national epic the Kalevala (also the subject of a recently published translation by J.R.R. Tolkien). The whole thing is well over an hour, but if you can spare seven minutes to listen to the start of the third movement, where Kullervo unknowingly encounters his sister, I think you'll find it worth your while:
A lot of Sibelius' music evokes Finnish nature and landscape, and one favourite short piece that seems to me to sum up spring coming to a frozen winter landscape is the Alla Marcia from the 1893 Karelia suite, (Karelia being the eastern part of Finland, mostly lost to the Soviet Union in the 1940s) which some may remember being used by Rik Mayall as the theme tune for his character Kevin Turvey:
I think this isn't the right place to post long extracts from the seven completed symphonies, but I love them all; a few fragmets of the uncompleted Eighth Symphony escaped the composer's attention and survived the 1940 fire, and they were clearly taking him in a very different direction:
I'll end with another Finnish mythological piece from Sibelius' early years, this from a suite of pieces about the life of the hero Lemminkäinen. In the story, Lemminkäinen has been tasked to travel to Tuonela, the island of the dead, to kill the swan which swims the boundary between two worlds (spoiler: he dies instead). As we all know, swans supposedly sing only on the brink of death; the Swan of Tuonela sings for ever, in the haunting tones of the cor anglais:
Happy birthday, sir.
The overnights meme:
List the places where you spent a night away from home this year, marking places where you spent two or more non-consecutive nights with an asterisk.
(Just back from a week in the US and not planning to add any more, though I said that last year and then found myself doing one last international trip the weekend after Christmas!)
*London, England
*Sofia, Bulgaria
*Paris, France
Dublin, Ireland
*Belfast, Northern Ireland
Sulaimania, Iraq
*Belgrade, Serbia
Heathrow, England
*Loughbrickland, Northern Ireland
Kiev, Ukraine
Kotor, Montenegro
Podgorica, Montenegro
Zürich, Switzerland
Barcelona, Spain
Senningerberg, Luxembourg
Abuja, Nigeria
Portslade, England
*Kidderminster, England
Skopje, Macedonia
Abergavenny, Wales
Windsor, England
Geneva, Switzerland
Sandweiler, Luxembourg
Bruges, Belgium
Brussels, Belgium (office Christmas party!)
New York, NY, USA
Washington, DC, USA
That’s 28 places, a new record; also my first time visiting either Iraq or Nigeria.
Other countries visited without overnights:
Germany (transits to Bulgaria, Switzerland, and Luxembourg going the long way round, also day in Berlin)
Turkey (Iraq transit)
Poland (day in Warsaw and Ukraine transit)
Croatia (Montenegro transit)
Italy (Montenegro transit)
Total of 21 countries which again I think is a record for any single year since I started tallying. My lifetime total is now 53 (or 54 depending on the status of the Latrun Interchange and East Jerusalem).
Previous years: 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007 and 2006.
Conz (full name Constantijn van Cauwenberge) is one of the up and coming Flemish comics writers, so far untranslated into English as far as I can tell (you can get it in French as Quelque Part Les Étoiles, "Somewhere the Stars" rather than "The Second Kiss"). I first encountered him as author of one of the better shorts in Brussel in Beeldekes. Some smart Anglophone publisher should snap him up; this trilogy is a very nice Bildungsroman, set in Belgium and ten years later in Australia; viewpoint character Ringo (real name Maurice, but his two best friends are John and Paul) loves and loses Hanne over the summer that they finish high school in 1993, and in 2003 he finds her again in Sydney. But he has a long journey to get there, both physically and emotionally, and so does Hanne as it turns out; Ringo's mother, the titular Martha of the middle book of the trilogy, leads the pack of internal demons that he must overcome. Conz uses all the graphic novelist's techniques to convey the story, in paricular catching the very different atmospheres of Leuven (which I know well) and Sydney (where I've never been), most memorably conveying a road trip from Darwin across the interior of Australia. Well worth looking out for, if it appears in a language you can read.
Current
Moon Over Soho, by Ben Aaronovitch
Helliconia, by Brian Aldiss
The Gallifrey Chronicles, by Lance Parkin
The Reign of Wizardry, by Jack Williamson
Short Fiction Eligible for the 1941 Retro-Hugos Vol 4, ed. von Dimpleheimer
Last books finished
Short Fiction Eligible for the 1941 Retro-Hugos Vol 3, ed. von Dimpleheimer
Between The Acts, by Virginia Woolf
Keeping it Real, by Justina Robson
The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps, by Kai Ashante Wilson
Instruments of Darkness, by Gary Russell
Witches of Lychford, by Paul Cornell
Sunset Mantle, by Alter S. Reiss
Binti, by Nnedi Okorafor
Last week’s audios
Welcome To Night Vale ep. 78
The Forsaken, by Justin Richards
Next books
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro
A Princess of Roumania, by Paul Park
The Medusa Effect, by Justin Richards
Books acquired in last week
Lavondyss, by Robert Holdstock
Too Like the Lightning, by Ada Palmer
All the Birds in the Sky, by Charlie Jane Anders
The Philosopher Kings, by Jo Walton
Ancillary Mercy, by Ann Leckie
Sex Criminals, Vol. 2: Two Worlds, One Cop, by Matt Fraction
Thor Volume 1: Goddess of Thunder, by Jason Aaron
A novel about a young man in the household of the Earl of Ormond during the 1570s and 1580s, which takes our hero to the major scenes of Anglo-Irish history of the period. It's not a brilliant book – you know where the plot is going, and even major twists are signalled far in advance – but an interesting attempt to convey what life was like in Ireland at the time; a benchmark should my own efforts in that direction ever bear fruit.
However, I think I'm going to be too busy with other things in the next couple of years to work on my ancestor, so I'm putting my Tudor history project aside for a bit.
I got hold of this in hope that it might be a possible nominee for the 1941 Retro Hugos, given Wells' visibility in the genre. Alas, it has no sfnal elements at all, being set in England (with diversions to Sweden, Poland, Latvia and Finland) in 1939 and 1940, the story of a young couple coming of age together and separately, with lots of earnest dialogue about the future state of the world. I particularly liked the heroine, a student at Newnham, and slightly wondered why she put up with her slightly older lover who goes off to help the Russians and comes back with serious PTSD and the scales fallen from his eyes. I enjoyed the various scenes where Wells argues with himself in the voices of his own characters; he was often wrong but interestingly so. There is a lot of talk about sex, usually in the abstract. Wells called this his 'finest piece of work' and 'the book of my heart'; I'm not sure about the former, but the latter rings true. You can get it online from the Australian Project Gutenberg, here.