The 2019 Hugos, part one

In 2017 I was the Administrator of the Hugo Awards for Worldcon 75 in Helsinki, an experience I wrote about here and here. I repeated the experience for last month's Dublin 2019: An Irish Worldcon.

I was an early if passive supporter of the Dublin Worldcon campaign. James Bacon, who I have known since I really joined fandom in 2002, had announced the Dublin bid before the 2014 London Worldcon, and gradually made it an inevitability which won the vote in Helsinki without opposition. I had much earlier expressed my interest in taking on the role to Vince Docherty, the WSFS division head for Dublin (and twice a former Worldcon chair), and he accepted my offer in time for my name to appear on the first published list of the Dublin 2019 Committee – unlike in 2017, I was also one of two deputy heads of the WSFS Division, the other being Mark Meenan. (The three of us were not very geographically diverse, with me being Irish and the other two Scots.) I initially appointed Niall Harrison as Deputy Hugo Administrator; he had to drop out due to work commitments, so Sanna Lopperi-Vihinen came on the team to replace him.

I did a few things for Dublin 2019 which were largely unrelated to the Hugos. I wrote a couple of blog posts on the Telescope That Disproved Liberalism (here and here), one on Fantasy and the Easter Rising, and another on Doctor Who in Ireland. In August 2018, I found myself on a mission to Áras an Uachtaráin with young F, to negotiate details of a message of welcome to Dublin 2019 participants from President Michael D. Higgins.

As history records, our mission was successful. We supplied the President's team with a short draft note; he personally expanded it to about four times the length of our draft, and made clear his very real interest in the genre.



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Going back to the Hugos, the very first decision that had to be made was the timetable, specifically the deadlines for close of nominations and close of voting. In 2017 those had been 17 March and 15 July, driven by the relatively early date of Worldcon 75 (and by caution on my part at not having done this before). Dublin 2019 effectively started a week later in August, so that meant that we could allow voting to extend to 31 July as is traditional, and in my view preferable. I feel that it's desirable to allow as much time as possible to read the works on the final ballot, so once again the second Friday in March (the 15th) looked best for the close of nominations, giving voters sixteen days more than they had had in 2017.

In retrospect I wonder if even mid-March is unnecessarily late. In 2008 and 2009, nominations closed on 1 March and 28 February, reflecting the much earlier Worldcon dates of those years (both started on 6 August). Do nominators really need an extra two weeks? The nominating votes cast in 2008 were more or less at the average level for that period, and the 799 cast in 2009 were the largest number ever, in retrospect the first step in the 2009-2016 surge of participation that seems now to have plateau'd.

We also had to decide quite early whether or not to carry out the Retro Hugos for 1944, with Worldcon 76 in San Jose having already decided to do the 1943 Retro Hugos in 2018. I was instinctively in favour – I felt that The Little Prince would be a strong runner for Best Novelette, and Perelandra for Best Novel, and that it would give us one more thing about sf to celebrate. One member of the Dublin team chided me for wanting to diminish partying time, but as a whole the committee agreed and we made a joint announcement with San Jose just before the 2017 Smofcon. Having done it once, I now feel more ambivalent about the Retro Hugos; more on that in another post.

Another crucial early decision was software. We decided to re-use and adapt the open source system developed by Eemeli Aro for Helsinki; this meant a certain amount of upgrading to the interface, most particularly to cope with the Retros. My old friend David Matthewman, who I've known since we were students at Cambridge more than thirty years ago, came on board to help with the coding along with Dublin's IT head Arnaud Koebel. To test the software in October and November, we got the Committee to submit dummy nominations (rather than the public testing we did in 2016). That worked well and I'd recommend that process to future Worldcons. The Helsinki software is very useful for administering the nominations count, a complex process which requires matching differently expressed names across categories. It has other drawbacks, though, particularly in managing the various levels of voting eligibility among nominators and members, and I understand that New Zealand is developing its own software for 2020.

Another question was whether or not to have a special category Hugo this year. I allowed myself to be persuaded that this could be an opportunity to test the proposed Hugo for Best Art Book; I've already written about this, but in summary I'm not convinced that it should be adopted as a permanent category, though I was very glad that it was won by Charles Vess and Ursula K. Le Guin.

And finally, we had to decide a clear strategy for the Hugo bases for Dublin. We decided fairly early that the artist(s) should be Irish, and that we would commission them rather than run a competition. The theme for 1944 would be "Other Worlds", and for 2019 "Ireland". After exploring a couple of other options, we asked the legendary Jim Fitzpatrick to design the 2019 base. He was already a Featured Artist for the convention, and he and George R.R. Martin were probably the best known personalities we had on board. I must say that when explaining to my professional contacts what this Worldcon stuff was all about, Jim Fitzpatrick's name would usually guarantee a startled acknowledgement that this was serious stuff.

For the 1944 base, I proposed (and the powers that be accepted) a childhood friend, Eleanor Wheeler, who I have known as long as I can remember (we later discovered evidence that I had attended her second birthday party, which would have been a few weeks before my own), but had not been directly in touch with for over thirty years. Eleanor is a professional ceramic sculptor whose usual commissions are large public works of art; here, for instance, is her work outside the SSE Arena in Belfast, incorporating drawings by schoolchindren and commemorating the four quarters of Belfast. When we went to see it, another group of passers-by were looking for their relative's name and picture.

Jim, who specialises in two dimensions rather than three, gave us some beautiful designs for the 2019 which we then needed to turn into a three-dimensional base, and we turned to Eleanor again to produce a homage to Newgrange incorporating Jim's designs. We were pretty satisfied with the outcome.

We also commissioned Sara Felix to make the first ever Lodestar Award, drawing on her work for the 2018 WSFS Award for Best YA Book. She also made finalist pins for the Lodestar, and Spring Schoenhuth made pins for the Campbell finalists.

Back to the voting. The single most tedious part of the Hugo process is the inclusion of members of the previous year's Worldcon as nominating voters (but not final ballot voters) for the current year. There is no easy way to do this. Basically I sat down with a spreadsheet including both the list of voters from San Jose, and the Dublin membership as it stood in December, and eliminated duplicates by eye. (This also meant eliminating voters who did not have a name, eg "Guest of" or "Friend of" or unnamed club memberships.) At least I had only two Worldcon lists to deal with, thanks to a rule change which took members of the following year's Worldcon out of the equation.

A further complication was that rather than being able to add all of 2018's voters in one go, several hundred of them came through in dribs and drabs. Due to the EU's new GDPR regulation, San Jose were only allowed to pass us the list of those members who had ticked a box allowing Worldcon 76 to share their information with us. (The GDPR requires an opt-in system; the WSFS Business Meeting's expressed preference for an opt-out system is legally irrelevant.) There were 4900 of them – which still left 2800 who had been San Jose members and were entitled to cast nominating votes, but whose data we were not allowed to have. A fair number of those would have been Dublin members anyway, but many were not. We developed a legally sound workaround involving an email sent by San Jose in my name to the missing 2800 inviting them to allow San Jose to give us their details. The key movers here were Kevin Roche and Kathryn Duval for San Jose and Colette Fozard on our side. This picked up only 360 or so by mid-January, and another couple of dozen came through later. It created much extra work for Lea Farr and the rest of our registration team, and also for the Hugo helpdesk team, Rebecca Hewett, Brent Smart and Terry Neill.

Nominations opened on 16 January, a little later than I had hoped (mainly because of the GDPR problem). I am not a gaelgeoir, but I felt that official communications from me should acknowledge the Irishness of the convention, so most of my emails to voters and finalists in my capacity as Hugo administrator started with the greeting "a chara" or "a chairde", depending on the number of people being addressed, and I usually signed off with "le gach dea-ghuí", "with all best wishes", or in some cases "go raibh maith agat", "thank you". One other tweak to the template became necessary when Sanna got married and changed her surname.

Once again we set up a Hugo Research team to test eligibility for nominees as they came in. The team were Claire Brialey and Mark Plummer. The process was this: in early February I gave them lists of the top dozen or so nominees in each category, in alphabetical order, and asked them to verify if they fitted the constitutional criteria; and then updated those lists as late risers emerged. (I also asked the research team to get contact details where they were publicly available.) Looking back now, I see that about two thirds of the eventual finalists were already in the top six for their categories by 19 January, three days into voting; a week before the deadline, 90% of the eventual finalists were there, but that still means that 10% were boosted by late votes. (One kind person actually gave me a nominating vote for Best Fan Writer; of course, as Hugo administrator I was not eligible.)

Hugo administrators only need to make rulings on those nominees who receive enough votes to qualify for the final ballot, but there were several cases where such a decision did have to be made, as already noted in my write-ups of the 1944 Retros and 2019 Hugos. I should also note that my comments on the eligibility of a couple of the unsuccessful Best Art Book nominees, which had copyright dates of 2017, has been challenged by suggestions that those books were not "really" published until 2018. If they'd had enough votes for it to be an issue, we'd have investigated more thoroughly before making a ruling.

One case that I haven't previously mentioned, but that I think points to future eligibility issues, was the case of Bandersnatch, an interactive episode of the TV show Black Mirror where viewers were able to choose paths for the narrative. It received a number of nominations in both Best Dramatic Presentation categories, and so at nominations stage we needed to decide, did it count as Short Form or Long Form? (There is also a question about whether it counts as a Dramatic Presentation at all, but that would only need to be asked if it qualified on the numbers, and anyway the answer is pretty obviously in the affirmative.)

The average length of "play" for Bandersnatch is 90 minutes, which is precisely the boundary between the Short Form and Long Form categories. In the end, we felt that the constitution required us to consider the “complete running time” of a Dramatic Presentation, which suggested that we should count all the 150 minutes of Bandersnatch footage that exist, not just the 90 minutes mean path. (NB also that in 2016, the Puppies got enough votes for two games to qualify for Short Form, but both were ruled way too long for the category.) And in fact Bandersnatch did not get enough votes to qualify in either category, even when nominations were transferred from one to the other, so no official ruling was needed.

I had an unexpected business trip to Nashville, Tennessee on the day that nominations closed, and was finalising the ballot while very jetlagged during a layover in Schiphol airport on the Sunday. (Paper ballots, and there were not many of them, went to Colette Fozard in Maryland and were input as soon as the deadline had passed.) Inevitably, with 38 categories, errors were made, and in particular I regret not spotting that we had incorrectly amalgamated the Retro Fanzine nominations for Fantasy News, edited by William Sykora, with those for Guteto, edited by Myrtle Johnson (Morojo). This came to light only as we put together the detailed nomination results in mid-July, though that was still before the vast majority of votes had been cast in that category.

Thanks to careful preparation, I was able to alert almost all finalists that they had qualified for the ballot early on Monday 18 March, less than three days after the ballot closed. (As usual, the difficulties were mostly in the Dramatic Presentation categories, where can be very difficult to find out who to contact.) Martha Wells immediately declined nominations for two of the three Murderbot novellas that had enough votes to qualify, and Mike Glyer likewise immediately declined for File 770, and I was able to notify the next nominees in line without delay.

I have already written about how the final ballot was announced. One aspect that I have not previously mentioned in public: we had originally (and ambitiously) targeted 30 March as the date for the announcement – all well and good, but then Vince Docherty pointed out that Brexit was due to happen the previous day (as we then thought) and we would certainly get lost in the media shitstorm. Of course, as we now know, history worked out differently. It would have been impossible for James Shields, Fionna O’Sullivan and Mark Slater to produce such a lovely video at shorter notice, anyway. Just to remind you, here it is again:

Although on the two occasions where I have been directly involved, the calendar has been against an Easter announcement, personally I am in the school of thought that would prefer the Hugo final ballots to be announced at a convention over the Easter weekend. I do not buy the argument that we miss out on mainstream media by not making the announcement on a weekday. Outside the puppy years, we have not got and will not get a lot of mainstream media coverage anyway, and when we did get it, it was for the wrong reasons.

When I started writing this, I thought it would end up being shorter than my 2017 write-up. But I've now reached only the announcement of the final ballot, and I'm already 2500 words in, so I think I will leave the rest for next weekend.

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The Apartment (1960)

The Apartment won the Oscar for Best Motion Picture of 1960, and picked up another four: Best Director (Billy Wilder), Best Original Screenplay (Wilder and I.A.L. Diamond), Best Editing (Daniel Mandell) and Best Art Decoration-Set Decoration, Black and White. Jack Lemmon, Shirley MacLaine and Jack Kruschen were all nominated in the acting categories, but lost.

The other films that were nominated for Best Motion Picture were The Alamo, Elmer Gantry, Sons and Lovers and The SundownersThe Apartment ranks second on one IMDB rating of 1960 films and fifth on the other, with Psycho firmly at the top of both lists and the two other films I have seen from 1960, The Time Machine and Pollyanna, below but not too far below. This seems fair to me. Here is a trailer, which rather daringly starts with the final scene of the film:

It’s a comedy by Billy Wilder, but a comedy with some quite dark edges. (I was about to say that it was the only Wilder film to win the Best Picture Oscar; but I had forgotten about The Lost Weekend, which is not a comedy at all.) Our hero, played by Jack Lemmon, rents out his apartment to senior executives in his company for them to meet their lovers; he starts to fall in love with one of the lift operators, but it turns out that she is already having an affair with his new boss (and using his apartment). Hilarity ensues, but it is uncomfortable and sometimes painful, an very well observed. Rather to my surprise, it’s a black and white film – the last to win Best Picture in the twentieth century. It’s a bit surprising to me that black and white lasted so long – colour films have been winning the Oscar off and on since Gone With The Wind in 1939.

I also want to note that this is the first Oscar-winning film to refer to not one but two of its predecessors; at one point Grand Hotel is on television, and there’s a passing reference to Wilder’s own The Lost Weekend.

We have a few returning actors here who’ve been in previous Oscar winners; Joan Shawlee is Sylvia here, and was an extra seven years ago in From Here to EternityOn the Waterfront the following year; around the same time, Jack Kruschen, who plays the Jewish doctor in the neighbouring apartment here, was the Hispanic earthling who is the first to be exterminated in The War of the Worlds. While we’re on sf, Ray Walston, one of the executives who regularly uses the apartment, went on to become My Favourite Martian. But retuning to Oscar winners, and most notably of all, Shirley MacLaine, who was David Niven’s arm candy four years ago in Around the World in Eighty Days, is just fantastic here as the romantic co-lead to Lemmon.

But I am getting ahead of myself. What didn’t I like about the film? As usual, I’m afraid, it’s whitewashing. There are no African-American speaking parts, in a film set in New York in 1959-60. The only black person we see up close is the boss’s shoe-polisher.

After much scrutiny I did spot a few non-white faces in the Christmas party scene; that’s as visible as they get.

There is at least a Chinese restaurant with actual Chinese people running it, including playing the music.


Apart from that, I really enjoyed the film. There’s a single musical theme, “Jealous Lover”, which pops up over and over:

The office environment is brilliantly portrayed as a dehumanised settlement descending into debauchery at festival time (human sacrifices are discussed)


The story itself is an eternal one. I remember once lending my student room in Cambridge to a local friend who wanted to entertain her boyfriend from out of town for an afternoon without her family finding out. (Though I don’t think either of them was married to anyone else at the time.) I’m sure many people have had similar experiences, on one side of the equation or the other. The farce element of the plot is entirely generated by Jack Lemmon as Bud, most notably when he takes the blame himself for upsetting Fran to the point of attempting suicide. (As I said before, it’s pretty dark.)

Of the lead performances, Jack Kruschen is the most stereotyped as the doctor who despairs of his neighbour’s activities. But given the information he has, he is right to be angry; and he carries also a righteous rage against all men who mistreat women.

Still, I was surprised that he got the Best Supporting Actor nomination and not Frank McMurray as Sheldrake the boss, whose cool betrayal of his wife and casual exploitation of Fran (and, it turns out, of many other women) is spine-chilling.
The killer moment is when he offers Fran $100 as a “Christmas present”.
Jack Lemmon is always watchable, but he’s brilliant here as Bud, the downtrodden bureaucrat who has managed to get ahead by offering a special personal service to his bosses, and is then confronted with the ethical implications of what he has done.



But for my money, the show is stolen by Shirley MacLaine, whose Fran is an adult woman, entirely in charge of her own sexual destiny, who knows perfectly well that she is being exploited by Sheldrake and is working through the consequences for herself. For a comedy, it’s a heart-jerking performace. I think it’s a lovely touch that the closing scene sees her and Bud edging towards a relationship rather than deeply in lurve.




As I have said, I rather liked this, and I’m putting it well up the list, just ahead of last year’s Ben-Hur and behind All About Eve. You can get it here.

For the first time since 1952, eight years ago, this is an original screenplay rather than being based on a book or teleplay. Next up is West Side Story.

1920s: Wings (1927-28) | The Broadway Melody (1928-29)
1930s: All Quiet on the Western Front (1929-30) | Cimarron (1930-31) | Grand Hotel (1931-32) | Cavalcade (1932-33) | It Happened One Night (1934) | Mutiny on the Bounty (1935, and books) | The Great Ziegfeld (1936) | The Life of Emile Zola (1937) | You Can’t Take It with You (1938) | Gone with the Wind (1939, and book)
1940s: Rebecca (1940) | How Green Was My Valley (1941) | Mrs. Miniver (1942) | Casablanca (1943) | Going My Way (1944) | The Lost Weekend (1945) | The Best Years of Our Lives (1946) | Gentleman’s Agreement (1947) | Hamlet (1948) | All the King’s Men (1949)
1950s: All About Eve (1950) | An American in Paris (1951) | The Greatest Show on Earth (1952) | From Here to Eternity (1953) | On The Waterfront (1954, and book) | Marty (1955) | Around the World in Eighty Days (1956) | The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957) | Gigi (1958) | Ben-Hur (1959)
1960s: The Apartment (1960) | West Side Story (1961) | Lawrence of Arabia (1962) | Tom Jones (1963) | My Fair Lady (1964) | The Sound of Music (1965) | A Man for All Seasons (1966) | In the Heat of the Night (1967) | Oliver! (1968) | Midnight Cowboy (1969)
1970s: Patton (1970) | The French Connection (1971) | The Godfather (1972) | The Sting (1973) | The Godfather, Part II (1974) | One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975) | Rocky (1976) | Annie Hall (1977) | The Deer Hunter (1978) | Kramer vs. Kramer (1979)
1980s: Ordinary People (1980) | Chariots of Fire (1981) | Gandhi (1982) | Terms of Endearment (1983) | Amadeus (1984) | Out of Africa (1985) | Platoon (1986) | The Last Emperor (1987) | Rain Man (1988) | Driving Miss Daisy (1989)
1990s: Dances With Wolves (1990) | The Silence of the Lambs (1991) | Unforgiven (1992) | Schindler’s List (1993) | Forrest Gump (1994) | Braveheart (1995) | The English Patient (1996) | Titanic (1997) | Shakespeare in Love (1998) | American Beauty (1999)
21st century: Gladiator (2000) | A Beautiful Mind (2001) | Chicago (2002) | The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) | Million Dollar Baby (2004, and book) | Crash (2005) | The Departed (2006) | No Country for Old Men (2007) | Slumdog Millionaire (2008) | The Hurt Locker (2009)

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Smallworld, by Dominic Green

Second paragraph of third chapter:

New Ararat had been quiet all through the Fifth Harvest Festival; the nearby gas giant Naphil put out more heat than it received from 23 Kranii, and Naphil’s orbit around its star was very close to circular, so harvest happened all year round. Shun-Company had decided on a rotating schedule of Harvest Festivals, where the children, who had little else to do but sweep floors, herd goats, weed herb patches, fettle agricultural machinery, tend the comms station in the Best Parlour, and clear the South Field of meteors, could weave little dolls of potato leaves that could be pinned to makeshift crosses in the Town Square and ritually burnt, whilst the family danced around semi-nude and gaily painted with char-coal. The local interpretation of Christianity on Mount Ararat was ecumenical.

Dominic Green was a friend of mine at Cambridge; we haven’t seen each other in 30 years, but I’ve followed his writing career, including his second place for Best Short Story in the 2006 Hugos. This was I think his first novel, published in 2010, the year after Interzone published a special issue featuring him and his work.

Smallworld isn’t Great Literature, but it’s entertaining enough, a set of connected stories set on a very small and weirdly shaped asteroid which nonetheless has a breathable atmosphere thanks to a lump of neutronium at its core, and whose inhabitants include a creatively fundamentalist family, a robotic devil, a prison and a health spa. The folks of New Ararat are subjected to various incursions, which are resisted with varying degrees of success. It’s all good fun, and I enjoyed it.

I did find that the particular san serif font used was a bit difficult to read, and impeded my concentration. My eyes are getting middle-aged. If you want to give it a try, you can get it here.

This was the sf book that had lingered longest unread on my shelves. Next on that list is Being Human: Bad Blood, by James Goss.

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The Berlin Trilogy, by Jason Lutes

Second frame of third chapter, Berlin: City of Stones:

Second frame of third chapter, Berlin: City of Smoke:

Second frame of third chapter, Berlin: City of Light:

I have been waiting for ten years for the third book of Lutes' Berlin Trilogy to come out, and took the opportunity to reread the first two volumes. Of the first one, I wrote back in 2004:

This is another from the Time list of 25 must-read graphic novels. Once again, fantastic. Very much in the Will Eisner tradition, following a set of characters through a richly imagined historical background; for instance the Potsdamerplatz, in the early episodes, seems to almost have a life of its own. But unlike Will Eisner, we know that there is a historical catastrophe coming; each episode takes place in one of the months from September 1928 to May Day 1929, with different characters experiencing different aspects of the gathering storm. Berlin has always fascinated me, and this book has further whetted my appetite. The most disappointing thing about it is that it's only the first part of a trilogy and the next two bits aren't out yet.

And of the second, I wrote in 2008:

I really enjoyed the first volume of this series, and I really enjoyed this one as well. Covering the period from June 1929 to September 1930, it doesn't have the same narrative climax (May Day 1929) as the previous book, but it does have a strong set of internal plot arcs. Marthe and Kurt delve deeper into the heart of what makes the city tick, but at the cost of their own relationship; Kid Hogan, an African American jazz clarinettist, finds love and corruption in the city's music halls; and the marginalised, the exploited, the Jews, the Communists, the unemployed, all have their stories at least illuminated if not necessarily told. I'm only sorry that, first, we will presumably have to wait another four years for the next and final volume, and second, that it will presumably only take us to the Nazi seizure of power. But this is strongly recommended.

Well, we had to wait more than ten years, and the third volume is shorter than the other two (149 pages compared to 207 and 210), but it was well worth it. Despite the shorter length, it covers a longer time period, from late 1930 up to Hitler's appointment as Chancellor in January 1933; but the main story isn't the high politics of parliamentary manœuvre, it's the ongoing story of the little people, Marthe and Kurt, the non-fictional journalist Carl von Ossietzky, the children of Gudrun who was killed by state violence at the end of the first volume, the Jews seeking to get out before it is too late, Marthe's trans lover, random insights into the thoughts of passers-by. It's a reflection of how ordinary people get caught up in extraordinary events, and in these times of Trump and Brexit it feels an awful lot more relevant than it did ten years ago. The ending of the story is, inevitably, sad but satisfying.

I should say something about Lutes' style, explicitly inspired by Hergé's ligne claire. In the first volume I sometimes found it difficult to differentiate between characters (some of the adult women in particular were a bit too similar in appearance) but I did not find this a problem later on. In fact, I felt that the immediacy of the style made it easier to relate to the characters as real people in a real city, rather than incidental players in a grand historical tragedy. It’s a great example of what the graphic medium can be – as I said previously, in the Eisner style, but reflecting also on Hergé and the Drawn and Quarterly tradition.

You can get volume 1 here, volume 2 here, volume 3 here, and (my recommendation) the whole lot here.

This was my top unread comic in English. Next on that list is the second volume of Paper Girls, but again I think I’ll reread the lot.


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The Grandfather Infestation, by John Peel

Second paragraph of third chapter:

‘Do you think you should, Mr Chorley?’ the landlord asked. ‘You’ve been acting a bit… odd lately. And my name’s not Joe, it’s Thomas.’

Another rollicking good yarn in the recent series of spinoff books about the life of Alastair Lethbridge-Stewart between the events of The Web of Fear and The Invasion. Peel is an old hand at this, having written the very first in the Virgin New Adventures series of spinoffs, almost thirty years ago. This story invokes Triffids, The Seeds of Doom and Fury from the Deep and boils up the elements to make a Brigadier story that is derivative but great fun. Continuing to enjoy this series. (Reference also to the DS9 pesticide from Planet of Giants.) You can get this one here.

Though I must grumble about one technical point – at the start of Chapter Three, Chorley buys two shots of whiskey with a couple of pound notes. The story (indeed, the chapter) is clearly dated to 10 September 1975 by mention of the IRA bombing of the Hilton five days before. I am trawling the internet for evidence of booze prices in 1975, and haven’t yet come up with a firm answer, but I get the impression that there’s no way a single shot of whisky would have cost as much as 50p back then, in which case a single pound note would have been enough. Perhaps Chorley was ordering doubles, which would of course further justify the landlord’s concern.

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Tuesday reading

Current
De Bourgondiërs, by Bart Van Loo
The Devil in Amber, by Mark Gatiss
Resurrection of the Daleks, by Eric Saward
Resurrection of the Daleks, by Paul Scoones

Last books finished
Cat Country, by Lao She
Oyasumi, by Renee Rienties, Coco Ouwerkerk and Kimberley Legito Geelen
Setting the Truth Free: The Inside Story of the Bloody Sunday Campaign, by Julieann Campbell
Pigs in Heaven, by Barbara Kingsolver

Audio
The Forsaken, by Justin Richards

Next books
Anthropological Studies of Religion: An Introductory Text, by Brian Morris
The Writing Life, by Annie Dillard

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The Dispossessed, by Ursula K. Le Guin

Second paragraph of third chapter:

The bed, a massive bed on four legs, with a mattress far softer than that of the bunk on the Mindful, and complex bedclothes, some silky and some warm and thick, and a lot of pillows like cumulus clouds, had a room all to itself. The floor was covered with springy carpeting; there was a chest of drawers of beautifully carved and polished wood, and a closet big enough to hold the clothing of a ten-man dormitory. Then there was the great common-room with the fireplace, which he had seen last night; and a third room, which contained a bathtub, a washstand, and an elaborate shit-stool. This room was evidently for his sole use, as it opened off the bedroom, and contained only one of each kind of fixture, though each was of a sensuous luxury that far surpassed mere eroticism and partook, in Shevek’s view, of a kind of ultimate apotheosis of the excremental. He spent nearly an hour in this third room, employing all the fixtures in turn, and getting very clean in the process. The deployment of water was wonderful. Faucets stayed on till turned off; the bathtub must hold sixty litres, and the stool used at least five litres in flushing. This was really not surprising. The surface of Urras was five-sixths water. Even its deserts were deserts of ice, at the poles. No need to economise; no droughts…. But what became of the shit? He brooded over this, kneeling by the stool after investigating its mechanism. They must filter it out of the water at a manure plant. There were seaside communities on Anarres that used such a system for reclamation. He intended to ask about this, but never got around to it. There were many questions he never did ask on Urras.

When I first tried writing up the joint Hugo and Nebula winners at the start of this century, this was the first novel I got to. Here’s what I wrote in August 2001, with my own rejoinders from 18 years later:

The Dispossessed is about the physicist Shevek, and his mathematical research which makes possible the ansible, a faster-than-light communications device. The story alternates between episodes from his early life on his home planet Anarres, whose inhabitants are an anarchist colony who have no concept of property or government, and chapters detailing his experiences on Anarres’ twin planet Urras, in a society which functions on late capitalist lines. It becomes clear that the absence of formal authority on Anarres does not mean that Shevek is free to carry out his own work, but instead that he has to fight against the hidden power structures. Meanwhile on Urras, rival governments attempt to use his research for their own advantage. Shevek gets involved in an anti-government demonstration, and flees to the embassy of Earth with the vital equations, which he then makes freely available to all factions.

Commenting on her own work in Ben Bova’s The Best of the Nebulas collection, Ursula Le Guin describes The Dispossessed as “a heavy, argumentative book”. She is a little unfair on herself. In a chronological list of Hugos and Nebulas it is bracketed by Clarke’s Rendezvous with Rama and Haldeman’s The Forever War; the former is heavy and the latter argumentative, so she was in keeping with the spirit of the times! The tone of the book is rather distanced, almost reminiscent of Camus in L’Étranger. It suits Shevek’s alienation from his own society. Funnily enough it also works very well to convey the passion of the relationship between Shevek and his partner Takver, and also manages to portray with dismal clarity his catastrophic attendance at a party on Urras. Shevek is, basically, a geek who would certainly have been an sf reader if there had been any sf to read on Anarres; this must explain why so many fans forgive the heavy prose.

The most controversial part of The Dispossessed is the portrayal of Anarres, which is indeed viewed by most of its inhabitants as a Utopia. Some right-wing critics read the first few pages and dismiss it as an idealistic tract – “Happy campers in North Korea”, as one contributor to rec.arts.sf.written put it. They have missed a treat; one of the successes of the book is its consistent and convincing portrayal of Anarresti society. Personal pronouns are absent from the Pravic language (Le Guin probably knew that “prav” is a Slavic root meaning “true”); “work” and “play” are synonyms; children’s names are allocated at random; with complete sexual freedom, there is no rape; without property, there are no thieves; without laws, there are no criminals. (In contrast the capitalist state of A-Io, where Shevek spends his time on Urras, is a rather unfair compilation of the worst of the West, perhaps what someone starting from the 1968-1973 baseline might have feared that the USA could become.)

Alas, I was far too optimistic about what the USA could look like in the late stages of capitalism. Maybe I was naïve in 2001 – well, certainly I was more naïve then than I am now – but I think things have actually got worse, and Le Guin’s depiction looks far more prophetic now than it did then.

The lesson Le Guin puts to idealists (at least, those who read the whole book) is that the anarchist society does not work as it should. The control exercised over Shevek’s work by jealous older scholars is one of several instances of hidden lines of authority in a society which is supposed to have none. More fatal, however, is the fact that Anarres has been left alone by Urras only because of a mutually agreed isolation; contact between Anarres and the outside world is limited to a few ore freighters and the dribble of information allowed to flow between scientific institutes. Shevek pledges to “unbuild walls”, and it’s clear that he and the author expect that the lowering of the walls between Anarres and Urras will result in both coming closer to the anarchist ideals on which Anarres is founded.

I still think that this is true of Shevek, but on rereading I am less convinced that Le Guin had a didactic purpose in this, not least because she surely appreciated that communication between cultures inevitably will change both sides in completely unanticipated ways. On a slightly different tack, I found the depiction of hidden lines of authority particularly thought-provoking, given my recent experience of the WSFS Business Meeting.

In 1973, this probably seemed a reasonable call; but in November 1989 we saw how the unbuilding of a wall between two worlds resulted in the instant collapse of one of them. Le Guin clearly had no time for the Soviet Union – the least explored but most stereotyped society in the book is the Stalinist dictatorship of Thu whose claims of intellectual kinship Shevek angrily rejects. But from what we now know about the weaknesses of that system, it’s apparent that her expectation of the extent to which personal corruption, and control of the economic levers of power, could be limited on Anarres purely by social pressure, was naive.

Rereading the book, I think I got Le Guin completely wrong on this point. There is personal corruption on Annares, and a certain hidden control of the levers of economic and political power; what I missed was the point that the general resource poverty of the world limits the extent to which this is possible, because there simply isn’t all that much to steal or control. Le Guin of course knew a lot about pre-industrial societies where co-operation a much better survival strategy than coercion, and was reading across here to a partially industrialised planet that tries to apply the same principles. It’s not naïve, it’s tremendously imaginative.

A lot of people seem to not only dislike The Dispossessed but bitterly attack it, perhaps for lacking or failing to inspire in the reader a “sense of wonder”. To contrast it again with the spaceships-and-aliens in Rendezvous with Rama and The Forever War, Le Guin’s spaceships are dull devices for getting from planet A to planet B, and her aliens turn out to be from Earth, and not very different from the narrator. I can see why those who prefer their sf good and hard find it a difficult book to identify with. However I happen to believe that sf at its best is a literature of ideas, and that The Dispossessed is an important milestone in that respect. It is good to see that the Libertarian Futurist Society, who presumably agree that sf is a literature of ideas, eventually voted the book into their Hall of Fame.

The “lot of people” were those whose comments came up on a Google search for reviews of The Dispossessed; in those days, the Internet was considerably less than half its present size. But I must say that on rereading, I was blown away by a “sense of wonder” experience. I really do think that this is one of the best SFF novels about politics out there, which is why I recommended it at my recent Worldcon panel on politics in sff. I suspect that a lot of you agree, given how many of you recommended it in my poll earlier this year, later recycled for a Five Books article. You can get it here.

One small incident in the book particularly moved me, the description of Shevek’s first encounter with the statue of Odo in Abbenay. Apart from the sculptures that his partner Takver makes, which are treated as toys, this is the only example of the visual arts we see on Anarres. Odo, the prophetess, is depicted reading her own words of wisdom, in the middle of the greatest city in the world which follows her ideals, a world she never saw (the last hours of her life are depicted in Le Guin’s story “The Day Before the Revolution”, which won a Nebula that same year). Shevek of course identifies with her as an outsider in her own society.

The city of my birth boasts an ornate parliament building, outside which there is a grandiose statue of the founder of the statelet making a defiant gesture towards the southern enemy. The only way to cope with its appalling pretension is to laugh at it. The only statue I have seen that moved me in the same way as Le Guin’s Odo is Imre Varga’s statue of Imre Nagy near the parliament building in Budapest. Rather than put the martyr of the 1956 rising on his own pedestal (as they did with an earlier failed revolutionary across the square), he is depicted on a small footbridge, wearing a raincoat, porkpie hat and thick glasses, gazing rather wistfully across the square towards the building that encapsulates his country’s democratic traditions.

I was very very sad to learn at the end of last year that the statue of Imre Nagy has been cut up and taken away, to be replaced by a reconstruction of a monument from the inter-war far-right Hungarian regime. I was writing, of course, in late August 2001, when the world was about to become a less innocent place. Carson remains outside Stormont, despite the massive changes that have taken place there.

Other novels shortlisted for 1975 Best Novel Hugo: Fire Time, by Poul Anderson; Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, by Philip K. Dick; The Mote in God’s Eye, by Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven; Inverted World, by Christopher Priest. I have not read Fire Time, but I like all three of the others, especially Inverted World.

Other 1974 nominees for Best Novel Nebula: Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, by Philip K. Dick; 334, by Thomas M. Disch; The Godwhale, by T. J. Bass. As noted above I have read the Dick, and I also bounced off 334 a few years ago.

Other winners of 1975 Hugos: “A Song for Lya”, by George R. R. Martin (best novella); “Adrift Just Off the Islets of Langerhans: Latitude 38° 54′ N, Longitude 77° 00′ 13″ W”, by Harlan Ellison (best novelette); “The Hole Man”, by Larry Niven (best short story)

Other winners of 1974 Nebulas: Born with the Dead, by Robert Silverberg (best novella); If the Stars Are Gods, by Gregory Benford and Gordon Eklund (best novelette); as noted above The Day Before the Revolution, by Ursula K. Le Guin (best short story)

The following year saw three out of four Nebula and Hugo fiction categories go to joint winners. I will start with “Catch That Zeppelin”, by Fritz Leiber, Jr.

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A Hugo Award for Best Art Book: the 2019 experiment

Plenty more to write about Worldcon, but I want to start with a note on this year’s Special Category Hugo, the award for Best Art Book. Please note that below I express my personal views, not those of any other member of the Dublin 2019 Hugo team.

We decided to run this category because it is one that has been discussed as a potential permanent Hugo category from time to time, and it has been a Locus Award category since 1979. It also seemed historically appropriate, given that 2019 is the 80th anniversary of the first Worldcon in 1939, whose sole guest of honour was the artist Frank R. Paul.

It’s not really my corner of fandom, but I was also aware from the problems we had differentiating between Professional and Fan Artist in 2017 that there is work to be done on the Hugo art categories in general. I was prepared to be convinced either way about its desirability as a permanent category. Up until 2009 (when participation in the Hugos began to surge to and beyond the current level) it was usual for one or two art books to make the final ballot for Best Related Work, and one or two more to make the top 15. They have won five times, including three times this century. (2001, 2002 and 2004.) From 2009 on, the record is as follows:

  1. Spectrum 15 was the last art book to make the final ballot in Best Related Work, with 32 votes. The cutoff that year was 21. There were two other art books in the top 15, a total of 3.
  2. The top art book in Best Related Work was Spectrum 16, with only 16 votes. The cutoff was 29. There were two other art books in the top 15, a total of 3.
  3. The top art book in Best Related Work was Outermost: The Art Life of Jack Gaughan by Luis Ortiz, with 18 votes. The cutoff was 35. Spectrum 17 was also in the top 15, a total of 2 art books.
  4. The top art book in Best Related Work was Spectrum 18, with 23 votes. The cutoff was 34. No other art book made the top 15.
  5. The top art book in Best Related Work was the John Picacio 2013 Calendar, with 24 votes. The cutoff was 39. No other art book made the top 15.
  6. No art book made the top 15 in Best Related Work, ie none got more than 21 nominations. (Some of the top 15 were beautifully illustrated, but the thrust of the content was not the art.) The cutoff was 52.
  7. (the first slated year) No art book made the top 15 in Best Related Work, ie none got more than 38 nominations. The cutoff was 206.
  8. (the second slated year) No art book made the top 15 in Best Related Work, ie none got more than 68 nominations. The cutoff was 384.
  9. Star Wars Art: Ralph McQuarrie (which benefited from slate support) was the last nominee eliminated under EPH. It had 78 nominating votes and the cutoff was effectively 88. No other art book made the top 16, where the threshold was effectively 41 votes.
    As it happens, I hold the full records of the 2017 nomination figures because I was the Hugo administrator that year as well. The next highest placed unslated art book I could find was in 37th place, with 16 nominating votes. The only other art nominee in the top 50 was a downloadable set of posters, in 48th place, with 9 nominating votes.
  10. The closest thing to an art book in the top 15 was the Worldcon 75 Restaurant Guide, and that is not very close. So no art book got more than 31 or 32 votes (the cutoff for the top 15).

It’s clear that while the number of Hugo voters had dramatically increased over the last ten years  (and so has the cutoff to get on the final ballot), support for art books in this category had barely remained where it was ten years ago. Apart from the one slated nominee, we do not know of any art book in the 2009-18 period that had more than 32 votes.

But it was worth testing the proposition that if non-fiction books now “own” Best Related Work (this of course was before AO3 was a finalist, let alone a winner), there might therefore be an untapped reservoir of support for art books out there. It took a while to settle on a definition of the category that we felt robust enough to go with, but eventually we came up with:

An eligible work for this special Hugo award is any art book in the field of science fiction, fantasy, or fandom, appearing for the first time during the previous calendar year or which has been substantially modified during the previous calendar year, and which is not eligible in Best Graphic Story.

So, we unleashed it along with the other Hugo and Retro Hugo categories in January, and tallied the results after nominations closed in May. Participation at nominations stage was frankly disappointing.

  • Best Art Book had the lowest participation at nominations stage of any 2019 category (248 voters compared to the next lowest two: 290 for Best Fan Artist and 297 for Best Fanzine).
  • It had the lowest number of nominees (78, compared to the next lowest two: 91 for Best Semiprozine and 102 for Best Fanzine).
  • The top finalist in the category had the lowest number of votes for a top finalist in any category (51, compared to the next lowest two: 70 for the top finalist in Best Fan Writer and 72 for the top finalist in Best Fancast).
  • The lowest-placed finalist had the second lowest number of votes for the lowest-placed finalist in any category (28, ahead of 25 for the lowest-placed finalist in Best Fan Artist but behind 33 for the lowest-placed finalist in Best Graphic Story).
  • The sixteenth-ranked nominee had the second lowest number of votes for any category (6, compared to 5 for Best Fan Artist and 8 for Best Fanzine).
  • The count for Best Fan Artist had the second lowest number of rounds of any category (36, ahead of 31 for Best Fanzine, behind 43 for Best Semiprozine).
  • The votes cast for the top 16 nominees were 51, 47, 47, 39, 30, 28, 25, 24, 24, 19, 15, 12, 12, 10, 8 and 6.

That’s still a somewhat higher level of support than we had seen for art books nominated in the Best Related Work category since 2009 – but not a lot higher. The level of interest is similar to that for Best Fanzine, whose vulnerability I have previously written about.

The six finalists were, in EPH order:

  1. Daydreamer’s Journey: The Art of Julie Dillon, by Julie Dillon (51 votes)
  2. Dungeons & Dragons Art & Arcana: A Visual History, by Michael Witwer, Kyle Newman, Jon Peterson, Sam Witwer (47)
  3. The Books of Earthsea: The Complete Illustrated Edition, illustrated by Charles Vess, written by Ursula K. Le Guin (47)
  4. Tolkien: Maker of Middle-earth, ed. Catherine McIlwaine (28)
  5. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse – The Art of the Movie, by Ramin Zahed (30)
  6. [qualified due to a disqualification] Spectrum 25: The Best in Contemporary Fantastic Art, ed. John Fleskes (25)

The other ten in the top sixteen nominees were, in EPH order:

  1. [Ruled ineligible due to 2017 publication] Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Imaginarium, by Paul Kidby (39)
  2. Beyond Science Fiction: The Alternative Realism of Michael Whelan (24)
  3. A Middle-earth Traveler: Sketches from Bag End to Mordor, by John Howe (24)
  4. Marvel’s Black Panther: The Art of the Movie, by Eleni Roussos (19)
  5. The Chronicles of Exandria, Vol II: The Legend of Vox Machina, curated by Liam O’Brien and Taliesin Jaffe (12)
  6. Marvelocity: The Marvel Comics Art of Alex Ross, with Chip Kidd and Geoff Spear (15)
  7. The Electric State, by Simon Stålenhag (12)
  8. Monster Portraits, by Sofia Samatar and Del Samatar (10)
  9. Cicada, by Shaun Tan (8)
  10. Yoshitaka Amano: The Illustrated Biography – Beyond the Fantasy, by Florent Georges (6)

Several of these are problematic.

  • We scratched our heads a bit about The Books of Earthsea: The Complete Illustrated Edition, given that most of the text had been published long before 2018, but on reflection we felt that the art (all of which is copyrighted 2018) was clearly a crucial element of the book, important enough to qualify it as an “art book”, and it’s clearly not a graphic story.
  • As noted above, Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Imaginarium, by Paul Kidby, received enough votes to reach the final ballot but was clearly published in 2017. (I went to the lengths of phoning Kidby in person to confirm, regretfully, that this was the case.) This was the only disqualification in any category for the 2019 Hugos. (Two nominations were declined in Best Novella and one in Best Fanzine, and we had a lot more disqualifications for the 1944 Retro Hugos.)
  • Beyond Science Fiction: The Alternative Realism of Michael Whelan, which was the runner-up, also has a 2017 copyright date, though some people tell me that it was not actually made available in hard copy until 2018, which would have made it an interesting edge case. If it had done well enough to potentially qualify for the ballot, I would probably have ended up in a conversation with Whelan’s team directly about it, as I did with Kidby.
  • There is however no doubt about The Electric State, by Simon Stålenhag, which is not only a clear case of 2017 publication but also clearly fits much better into the Best Graphic Story category (and to remind you, the definition we were using disqualifies any work that is eligible for Best Graphic Story).
  • We’d have needed to reflect on Monster Portraits as well, though I think in the end it’s not really a graphic story in the way that The Electric State is, so there would have been a stronger case for ruling in favour of its eligibility.
  • Cicada, by Shaun Tan, though published in the correct year (2018), is eligible for Best Graphic Story by any reasonable interpretation, and it would have been much more difficult to make a case for it as Best Art Book.

So one of the top six nominees, and three to five of the top sixteen, were not correctly nominated by voters.

I have one other concern, which is that for the diligent voter, this is a particularly expensive category to read. The cost of the finalists (today’s hardcopy prices) is $15.40pb / $26.59hc (Spectrum 25), $22.68 (Spider-Man), $27.14 (Earthsea), $27.40 (D&D), $30 (Dillon) and $42 (Tolkien). Also, it was more difficult to persuade creators to provide samples of their work for the Hugo packet here than in any other category bar the dramatic presentations – we ended up with only one work in full, and two cases where nothing at all was provided, for entirely understandable reasons.

Combined with the rather low level of overall interest shown, I felt that after the nominations stage that I would actively recommend against Best Art Book as a future permanent Hugo category based on what I had seen so far.

The numbers from the final ballot are more encouraging, I must admit. Total participation, at 1419, was 10th out of 20 categories, which is pretty respectable (again, see my comments on Best Fanzine). The performance of No Award was also remarkably poor – No Award got the fewest first preferences here of any category, the second fewest final preferences in the runoff against the winner, and the third lowest percentage in the runoff. (Best Dramatic Presentation Long Form saw the fewest final preferences for No Award in the runoff against the winner, and the second lowest percentage in the runoff; the lowest percentage for No Award in the runoff was in Best Novelette.) That suggests that the wider Hugo electorate were relatively satisfied with the choices made by the selectorate at nominations stage.

And I also must concede that The Books of Earthsea: The Complete Illustrated Edition was a really worthy winner. Voters thought so anyway – it had a higher share of first preferences than all but two other winners (Spider-Man and Archive of Our Own), and as noted above performed very well against No Award (and despite our own anxious internal discussion, nobody else questioned its eligibility as far as I know). Charles Vess commented to me that after 45 years of working in the genre, this was his first time on the Hugo final ballot. It is probably Ursula Le Guin’s last time on the Hugo final ballot (she lost in two other categories this year). So the result of the experiment in that regard was very satisfactory. Here’s my favourite piece from the book, an illustration from The Farthest Shore, with a close-up on the boat:

(I’m very sad to report that Charles Vess’s Hugo trophy for Best Art Book was damaged in transit, the base broken into several pieces – the only case we know of where this happened in 2019, though we have heard of one other that was simply lost by USPS. That is awfully bad luck and we will replace it. Vess also won a Hugo for Best Professional Artist, and that one did reach the Great Appalachian Valley safely. Unfortunately, it’s a known risk with ceramics.)

I think I would still recommend against making Best Art Book a permanent Hugo category, partly because of the reservations I felt about the data from the nominations stage, but mainly for a different reason. We already have 17 Hugo categories on the books, plus the Lodestar Award and the Astounding Award (formerly the Campbell), plus a special category if the Worldcon of the day decides to run it. Ten years ago it was only 15 categories; twenty years ago it was 12. Adding any new category means significant extra costs to Worldcon in terms of volunteer time and convention money that are frankly not appreciated by those who advocate for those changes. But perhaps that’s for a different conversation.

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August Books

Non-fiction: 6 (YTD 35)
Kate Bush: Under the Ivy, by Graeme Thompson
John De Courcy, Prince of Ulster, by Steve Flanders
Adventures in Kate Bush and Theory, by Deborah M. Withers
Second Generations, by Mary Tamm
The Early Life of Samuel M. Wickersham, based on his writings 1819-1862, edited by Edward Wickersham Hoffman
Bloody Sunday: Truth, Lies and the Saville Inquiry, by Douglas Murray

Fiction (non-sf): 2 (YTD 21)
Ben-Hur, by Lee Wallace
Alina, by Jason Johnson

sf (non-Who): 5 (YTD 61)
Grimm Tales for Young and Old, by Philip Pullman
The Time Ships, by Stephen Baxter
The Dispossessed, by Ursula Le Guin
Smallworld, by Dominic Green
Cat Country, by Lao She

Doctor Who, etc: 3 (YTD 20)
Doctor Who: Scratchman, by Tom Baker with James Goss
True Stories, ed. Xanna Eve Chown
The Grandfather Infestation, by John Peel

Comics 4 (YTD 19)
Berlin: City of Stones, by Jason Lutes
Berlin: City of Smoke, by Jason Lutes
Berlin: City of Light, by Jason Lutes
Oyasumi, by Renee Rienties, Coco Ouwerkerk and Kimberley Legito Geelen

5,600 pages (YTD 44,000)
5/20 (YTD 65/157) by non-male writers (Withers, Tamm, Le Guin, Chown, Rienties/Ouwerwek/Geelen)
1/20 (YTD 23/157) by PoC (Lao She)
4/20 (YTD 18/157) rereads (Ben-Hur, The Dispossessed, Berlin: City of Stones, Berlin: City of Smoke)

Reading now
De Bourgondiërs, by Bart Van Loo
Pigs in Heaven, by Barbara Kingsolver
The Devil in Amber, by Mark Gatiss

Coming soon (perhaps):
The Writing Life, by Annie Dillard
Anthropological Studies of Religion: An Introductory Text, by Brian Morris
How To Be Both, by Ali Smith
A Local Habitation, by Seanan McGuire
Cycling in Victorian Ireland, by Brian Griffin
The Sparrow, by Mary Doria Russell
David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens
Paper Girls Volume 2, by Brian K Vaughan and Cliff Chiang
Be My Enemy, by Ian McDonald
The Bastard of Istanbul, by Eilif Shafak
Frédégonde, la sanguinaire, Tome 1, by Virginie Greiner
The Computer Connection, by Alfred Bester
Two Brothers, by Ben Elton
A Close Run Thing, by Allan Mallinson
"Catch That Zeppelin!", by Fritz Leiber
Being Human: Bad Blood, by James Goss
One of the 28th: A tale of Waterloo, by G. A. Henty
Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky
In Time, ed. Xanna Eve Chown

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True Stories, ed. Xanna Eve Chown

Second paragraph of third story (“Fast Contact”, by Matthew Griffith):

‘Hello, my name’s Bernice.’ His skin is not nearly so rough as I was expecting. He bows his head and, anticipating his kiss, I slip my hand away and smile firmly.

Six short stories set in a slightly different universe to Benny’s original environment. I liked the first two most, “Hue and Cry” by Kate Orman and Q and “Never the Way” by Jonathan Blum and Rupert Booth. I might have liked others more if I were more au fait with the continuity. You can get it here.

Only one Bernice Summerfield book left!

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Alina, by Jason Johnson

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Francis M.N. Cleary is confused, but that’s nothing new. By way of example, just last week, dressed in pyjamas, he walked out of the nursing home, babbling something about losing a door. Three weeks ago, for most of a day, he said he was sure he was in France, and possibly a Frenchman. He threw an onion at the communal television. Many of the staff at the nursing home can’t stand him. Sometimes he’s just too much work.

I picked this up back in 2011, encouraged by the front cover’s description of the author as Ireland’s answer to Irvine Welsh. I should not have bothered. It’s a miserable book about an English chap who hires a Belfast thug to accompany him to inspect his empire of camgirls in Romania; it all goes horribly wrong. The characters are all grotesques, and there is none of the gruesomely compassionate exploration of the darkness of human character that Irvine Welsh has (at least I think he does; it’s years since I read him). You can skip this. If you don’t want to, you can get it here.

This was the non-genre fiction book that had lingered longest unread on my shelves, and also the shortest unread book that I acquired in 2011. Next on those piles are One of the 28th, by G.A. Henty, and Cycling in Victorian Ireland, by Brian Griffin.

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Second Generations, by Mary Tamm

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Graham [Williams] just could not or would not take no for an answer, and although I did not know it at the time, he was in behind-the-scenes negotiations with Tom [Baker], too, who was asking for more control on the programme, and had even threatened to leave the show. Graham asked me if I would stay on if Tom was no longer involved, but my answer was still the same. He never gave up, though, and continued assuming I would change my mind until the very last studio day—talk about persistent!

After reading First Generation, billed as Mary Tamm’s autobiography, I wondered why she had stopped writing when she reached the middle of her time on Doctor Who; a friend pointed out to me that there is in fact a second volume, published in 2014 after her death in 2012, so I went and got it.

It starts very strongly, with The Androids of Tara, which Tamm identifies as her favourite of the six Who stories she was in, challenging her to act in four different roles (and as I noted in 2008, gorgeous in all of them). And she takes us through the higlights of her later career, in particular two linked series called The Treachery Game and The Assassination Run, which I must look out for. But then she goes oddly silent on her subsequent career; maybe she simply ran out of time, but it’s a shame not to find out about her Blanche Ingram in the 1983 Jane Eyre, or her time on Brookside.

She does cover her experiences of motherhood, and of travel (mainly to Doctor Who conventions). It was very interesting to learn that she used the local National Childbirth Trust meetings to get source material for future performances by observing the other new mothers, the experience of pregnancy and birth being a great social leveller in its way. But unfortunately the book was never finished, and ends with a series of warm tributes to her from friends and colleagues (some referring to things we have not previously come across in the book). Still, it fills some of the gap left from the first volume, and you can get it here.

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Tuesday reading

Current
De Bourgondiërs, by Bart Van Loo
Pigs in Heaven, by Barbara Kingsolver
Cat Country, by Lao She

Last books finished
The Early Life of Samuel M. Wickersham, based on his writings 1819-1862, edited by Edward Wickersham Hoffman
True Stories, ed. Xanna Eve Chown
The Dispossessed, by Ursula Le Guin
Berlin: City of Stones, by Jason Lutes
The Grandfather Infestation, by John Peel
Berlin: City of Smoke, by Jason Lutes
Bloody Sunday: Truth, Lies and the Saville Enquiry, by Douglas Murray
Berlin Book Three: City of Light, by Jason Lutes
Smallworld, by Dominic Green

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Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky
Anthropological Studies of Religion: An Introductory Text, by Brian Morris

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The Time Ships, by Stephen Baxter

Second paragraph of third chapter:

I screamed and buried my face in my hands; but I could still see the light of the enhanced sun, leaking even through the flesh of my fingers, and blazing from the nickel and brass of the Time Machine.

This is a sequel to The Time Machine, authorised as such by the H.G. Wells estate. (I've had more dealings with the estates of deceased writers in the last week than I can remember from my whole life before the Worldcon.) I have previously mentioned that I always appreciate the breadth and scope of Baxter’s vision – the commitment to sensawunda if you like – but that he doesn’t always succeed in communicating it in a human way to me. I thought this book ticked the right boxes. The Time Traveller of Wells’ novel tries to return to the year 802,701 and save Weena, but gets caught up in the parallel universes of the Many Worlds theory, and visits a number of very well depicted possible futures and pasts along with a friendly Morlock called Nebogipfel. Particularly vivid passages are set in a war-torn London of 1938, where the exiled Kurt Gödel is helping the British government, and a Paleocene setting where they become involved in setting up a wildly premature human colony in the past. Other bits are a little duller, but the overall plot of time paradoxes, which seems in danger of veering out of control at one point, is wrapped up very satisfactorily. Apparently there are lots of references to other H.G. Wells stories as well, which I missed due to not being in that fandom. Overall I enjoyed it.

I thought I had read this before, but it didn't seem familiar to me and I wondered if I had been confusing it with The Space Machine by Christopher Priest? Anyway, you can get it here.

The Time Ships came to the top of my list as I get through the BSFA, Clarke and Tiptree Awards of previous years; it won the BSFA for Best Novel in 1995, beating Blood by Michael Moorcock, Chaga by Ian McDonald, Fairyland by Paul J. McAuley, The Nano Flower by Peter F. Hamilton and The Prestige by Christopher Priest. I have to say that I definitely rate Chaga and The Prestige ahead of it; I have also read Fairyland, but can't remember much about it. (On the other hand I love Baxter's shorter piece, "The Ant-Men of Tibet", which was shortlisted for, but did not win, the BSFA Award for shorter fiction.)

The Time Ships also won the other John W. Campbell Award, ahead of Chaga (again) and The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson, and also won the Philip K. Dick award ahead of four novels I have not heard of (Sarah Zettel's Reclamation, George Foy's The Shift, William Barton's The Transmigration of Souls and Michael Bishop's At the City Limits of Fate).

The Time Ships got second place in the Hugo vote, losing to The Diamond Age but ahead of Brightness Reef by David Brin, The Terminal Experiment by Robert J. Sawyer (one of the worst ever Nebula winners) and Remake by Connie Willis; I've read all of them but the Willis, and that ranking seems about right.

The Time Ships was also a finalist for the Clarke Award, beaten by Paul J. McAuley's Fairyland with Ken MacLeod's The Star Fraction second. Other finalists were Happy Policeman by Patricia Anthony, which I haven't read, The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson and The Prestige by Christopher Priest. I've read all of these except Happy Policeman, and if I'd been a juror I would have been wavering between MacLeod, Stephenson and Priest, probaly leaning towards Priest.

I read Fairyland only ten years ago, so I'm skipping the Clarke Award for that year and going next to the Tiptree winner, The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell (which also won both the BSFA and Clarke Awards two years later).

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Doctor Who: Scratchman, by Tom Baker [with James Goss]

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Harry backed away from them, diving into the shadows. He could hear rats scrabbling frantically overhead. He heard a distant scream, carried on the winds from the farmhouse.

At long last, a project discussed between Tom Baker and Ian Marter in the mid-1970s sees the light of day, with a lot of heavy lifting from James Goss (who as my regular reader knows is my favourite of the current Who writers). Unusually, it is told by the Fourth Doctor in the first person. Goss has done this successfully a couple of tines before – with the Tenth Doctor in Dead Air and Rhys from Torchwood in Ghost Train. It’s been done less successfully for the Fourth Doctor by other writers, notably Keith Topping, the venerable Terrance Dicks, and to an extent Jim Mortimore. The collaboration between Baker and Goss has worked well here, with the authentic voice of Baker’s Doctor coming through strongly.

The book itself has two very different halves. The first is a bleak and effective horror story with killer scarecrows on a Scottish island, some excellent taut writing and grim visuals. In the second half, the Tardis crew are brought to the realm of Scratchman (ie the Devil) for a succession of surreal adventures which don’t really work quite as well, but are none the less entertaining to read. It’s a fascinating exercise in reviving a 1970s dream, and although it is not perfect it works well enough, with some nice nods to more recent Who and to the Sarah Jane Adventures. You can get it here.

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