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Hugo nominations: the Doctor Who novelisations and the Worldcon 75 Helsinki restaurant guide

It’s the weekend before Hugo nominations close, and I know a lot of people will be filling in their ballots in the next few days. (Last year, roughly two thirds of nominating votes came in in the last five days, roughly half in the last two days.)

I just want to remind you of two very different but eligible candidates for this year’s awards.

For Best Series: the Doctor Who novelisations began with the publication of Doctor Who In An Exciting Adventure With The Daleks by David Whitaker in 1966, and the most recent is the novelisation by James Goss of Douglas Adams’ script of The Pirate Planet, published last year – though four more are coming out next month. These books were tremendously important for me as a young consumer, and no doubt for many others too, and the most recent additions have been very good fun. If you have fond memories of reading them years ago, you have an opportunity to celebrate that past enjoyment this year.

For Best Related Work, I commend to you the Worldcon 75 Helsinki restaurant guide, edited by J. Robert Tupasela. It is totally functional, beautifully designed, imbued with Finnish wit, and a literal life-saver as we starving fans spilled out over the barren wastes of Pasila last summer. In recent years we have twice seen speeches from the previous year’s Hugo ceremony on the ballot for Best Dramatic Presentation, Short Form (in 2006 and 2012). If you enjoyed Helsinki (as I did), consider celebrating that enjoyment with a vote for the Restaurant Guide.

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The Sudden Appearance of Hope, by Claire North

Second paragraph of third chapter:

As memory of me faded, so did a part of myself. Whoever that Hope Arden is who laughs with her friends, smiles with her family, flirts with her lover, resents her boss, triumphs with her colleagues – she ceased to exist, and it has been surprising for me to discover just how little of me is left behind, when all that is stripped away.

I really liked both North’s previous books, The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August, whose protagonist is reborn again every time he dies and has the chance to re-live his life from the beginning, changing things he wishes he had changed, and Touch, whose central character can occupy the body of another simply by physical contact. In both books, a substantial part of the setting is that there is a whole sub-culture of individuals with the same trait, and the plot is driven in part by their internal dynamics.

Hope Arden, in The Sudden Appearance of Hope, is socially invisible; as soon as she finishes interacting with you, you forget her. If you meet her again, you think it’s the firt time. You won’t recognise her from her photographs. She grew into this alarming condition as a teenager; messages she writes endure, but the people she meets do not remember her. She exploits it to become a master thief; but her relationships can never last longer than a night with her lover of the moment.

At the same time, a new lifestyle app called Perfection is perniciously forcing its users to adopt its creators’ image of the perfectly fashionable human being. Hope and the makers of Perfection come into conflict – deliberately sought from both sides, even though neither has a clear idea of the other, leading to much conflict and confusion and excellent action. There is a lot of globe-trotting, which I see some readers objecting to, but I actually found the portrayal of Istanbul rather convincing (having been there myself recently) and felt she at least caught the spirit of the other locations. Really enjoyed it, as I did the previous two.

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BSFA Award for Best Short Fiction

In contrast to the Best Novel category, I found this a pretty easy selection to rank.

With no hesitation, my top vote goes to The Enclave, by Anne Charnock. Second paragraph of third chapter:

Zach chips in with a single question: did I see any stalls selling figs? I’m not surprised by his question. He told me one time that his family had fig trees, but when I asked how many, he didn’t know. It’s possible his family owned an entire fig farm. Or, just as likely, Mikey remembered a small garden at his family home –two or three fig trees planted for shade as well as fruit. I felt sad that he remembered so little. I explain to Zach, that I didn’t have time to look around the fruit stalls, but there must be figs somewhere, and I’ll try to buy some at tomorrow’s market if Ma Lexie lets me.

A very nicely done, sad story about migration, exploitation and growing up in a flawed near future England. A story for our times.

My second preference goes to The Murders of Molly Southbourne, by Tade Thompson. Second paragraph of third chapter:

Employment with the university is not so bad. Her official designation is lab assistant, but built into her contract is the ability to continue her studies in a modular fashion should she wish. She works with James for four hours per day. This generates one hour of paperwork. After that, she can pretty much do what she likes. She loses interest in the courses, though. Even Shakespeare holds no fascination for her.

A very effectively told tale of doppelgangers and body horror. I felt it was a bit closer to the horror side of the genre than is generally my taste. Also, annoyingly, Molly’s mother keeps calling her DorogoyDorogaya, or more phonetically Daragoy/Daragaya (дорогой is masculine, дорогая feminine).

My third preference goes to “Angular Size” by Geoff Nelder. Second paragraph of third section:

She put her hand on his, feeling his sausage fingers drumming on the table. “You okay, chief? Really?”

Starts off looking like a typical story of a hard scientist dealing with a Big Dumb Object, and I was rather enjoying it, but I felt the end required some improbable engineering both from the humans and from the aliens.

My fourth preference goes to “All These Constellations Will Be Yours”, by Elaine Cuyegkeng. Second paragraph of third section:

In my first few days in the Torres, I prayed for the death of Madre Eglantine. I prayed for my family to come tearing at the walls in the night. For my mother to find me, and carry me out with her hands. But one night, I dreamed of the Torres in flames, our baby hands scrabbling bloody at the brick.

Maybe I was just sleepy, but I didn’t understand what this story was about.

And finally: Uncanny Valley by Greg Egan. Second paragraph of third chapter:

“The family’s going to contest the will,” Gina replied.

I hate cute anthropomorphic robots, and unless I misunderstood, this story is about a cute anthropomorphic robot.

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Hoger dan de bergen en dieper dan de zee, by Laïla Koubaa and Laura Janssens

Third page:

Monji: I was still a little boy and my father worked hard on the railway.
Monji: To make ends meet, he went fishing at the weekend.
Monji: My brother Abdel tried to sell the fish to restaurants.
This wasn't easy, because there were a lot of other fishermen selling their catch.

This is the story of a Tunisian who moved to Belgium, probably in the late 1960s or early 1970s, as told to his grand-daughter in 2015. It's being marketed to Flemish schools as a way of starting discussions about migration in the classroom; I found it a pefectly charming story in its own right, with some lovely graphic moments (eg the one above with the railway turning to fish flowing to the marketplace). I don't think it has been translated into any other language. You can get it in Dutch hereAzizi and the Little Blue Bird (with a different illustrator) is available in English.

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BSFA Award for Best Novel

I’ve been blogging my reaction to the BSFA shortlists for about a decade now, and this is the first time I can remember feeling that all the shortlisted novels were books I would like to see winning – it’s been a very difficult choice. Also worth noting that this is the first time ever that the shortlist for Best Novel does not include a single book by a white man – this for an award whose first 43 winners included only two women – though three of the last five awards have been to women, two to Ann Leckie and one to Aliette de Bodard, who I think was only the second non-white writer to be shortlisted after Nnedi Okorafor the previous year.

One of these stories is about parallel universes, one is about instant transportation across the Earth, one is about future fertility and sexuality, and one is space opera, and all four are about families. These are all tropes I enjoy. There are no cute robots. (Provenance has robots that are definitely not cute at all.) Combined, they are only 1300 pages – Exit West and Dreams Before the Start of Time are particularly short. With deep reluctance, and with the proviso that I might yet change my mind, I guess I will have to rank them. As I said, I really liked them all and will probably nominate all four for the Hugo.

4) Dreams Before the Start of Time, by Anne Charnock

Second paragraph of third chapter:

She switches on the shower, and while the water is warming, she cleans her teeth. Another midweek drinking session. What was she thinking? At thirty-two years of age, she’s getting too old for this. And she has two major deadlines this afternoon. At least she can work in her pyjamas. Eyes down, she avoids seeing the fallout from last night’s excesses at the Hermit’s Cave — bloaty eyelids, sagging cheeks. She won’t look so bad after a shower.

I don’t think I had read anything by Charnock before. This story is told through a series of closely linked vignettes, following the two main characters, Millie and Toni, from their discovery that they are pregnant in 2034 to their old age, exploring how technology changes their relationships to their parents, lovers, children and grandchildren. I guess I rate it just a little lower because the ending is rather abrupt, but in other ways it’s a book very much for the present day, when we are on the cusp of redefining a lot of these concepts.

3) The Rift, by Nina Allan

Second paragraph of third chapter:

You got out when things started to get serious though, didn’t you? she thought. Easier to shoo him halfway around the world than to let him into your life on a permanent basis.

Selena’s sister disappeared twenty years ago from their family home in Manchester, when they were teenagers. Their father broke down, moved out, and recently died. And now, just after Selena and her boyfriend have broken up, Julie is back, or someone who says she is Julie, and claims she was somehow transported into another world; and tells stories of what happened to her there. Again, we have an interesting narrative format, with flashbacks and parts of the parallel world story interjected into the core frame of Selena’s experience; and newspaper reports, handwritten notes and other material are brought in to support the story. There are some gloriously drawn supporting characters, most notably Selena’s boss, and the family dynamic – dysfunctional and yet normal? – is gradually revealed and well depicted.

2) Provenance, by Ann Leckie

Second paragraph of third chapter:

E looked over Captain Uisine’s shoulder, to where Ingray and Garal approached. A quick flash of some expression when e realized Garal was wearing nothing but a blanket, quickly gone. Tyr officials were famously uninquisitive about anything that wasn’t a potential breach of Tyr law. “These are your passengers?”

I have to be honest: this is less hard work than any of the other three. It’s a straightforward space opera, set in the same universe as Leckie’s previous trilogy but distant from it, with our heroine Ingray Aughskold competing within her world’s own dynastic politics and becoming involved with aliens and clashing codes of behaviour, not to mention the question of how much of her own culture’s most treasured historical facts are actually fake. There’s lots of fun stuff here, and lots of hints at the broader context of the interstellar culture of Leckie’s universe. What I particularly liked was Ingray’s political awakening, as she gains awareness of her own situation and works through her own priorities. As well as being the only space opera, this is the only one of the four shortlisted novels where the central character does not have sex.

1) Exit West, by Mohsin Hamid

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Saeed partly resisted the pull of his phone. He found the antenna too powerful, the magic it summoned too mesmerizing, as though he were eating a banquet of limitless food, stuffing himself, stuffing himself, until he felt dazed and sick, and so he had removed or hidden or restricted all but a few applications. His phone could make calls. His phone could send messages. His phone could take pictures, identify celestial bodies, transform the city into a map while he drove. But that was it. Mostly. Except for the hour each evening that he enabled the browser on his phone and disappeared down the byways of the internet. But this hour was tightly regulated, and when it ended, a timer would set off an alarm, a gentle, windy chime, as though from the breezy planet of some blue-shimmering science fiction priestess, and he would electronically lock away his browser and not browse again on his phone until the following day.

When I read this last year, I wrote:

very interesting – in a world similar to ours, portals begin to open which allow people to travel instantly from one country to another; at first there are only a few, and access to them is tightly controlled, but as the story continues they become more common and eventually the whole world is interconnected. For Saeed and Nadia, this becomes first a means of escape from their home city, which is consumed in a Syria-style civil war, and then a way of encountering different parts of the world, where migrants are (mis)treated in various different ways – a Greek refugee camp, a neighbourhood of squatters in London, and finally California. This is leavened with vignettes showing how the changed world affects the lives of other people who we aren’t otherwise involved in the narrative. It’s a very convincing portrayal of a world which is both integrating and disintegrating, not so very far from our own.

I still think this is very much a story of our time, with a decent romance backbone to the plot. It ticks a lot of my own boxes, so I shall tick its box on the ballot paper.

Probably.

Based on my analysis of the Goodreads/LibraryThing stats, Provenance and Exit West are better placed than the other two. Cast your mind back to 2014, and imagine how strange it is that Ann Leckie is the safer choice.

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Arthur C. Clarke Award winners:
The Handmaid’s Tale | The Sea and Summer | Unquenchable Fire | The Child Garden | Take Back Plenty | Synners | Body of Glass | Vurt | Fools | Fairyland | The Calcutta Chromosome | The Sparrow | Dreaming in Smoke | Distraction | Perdido Street Station | Bold as Love | The Separation | Quicksilver | Iron Council | Air | Nova Swing | Black Man | Song of Time | The City & the City | Zoo City | The Testament of Jessie Lamb | Dark Eden | Ancillary Justice | Station Eleven | Children of Time | The Underground Railroad | Dreams Before the Start of Time | Rosewater | The Old Drift | The Animals in that Country | Deep Wheel Orcadia | Venomous Lumpsucker | In Ascension | Annie Bot

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Monday reading

Current
So, Anyway…, by John Cleese
A History of the Universe in 100 Objects, by Steve Tribe and James Goss
Iain M. Banks, by Paul Kincaid

Last books finished
The Rift, by Nina Allan
Provenance, by Ann Leckie
Planesrunner by Ian McDonald
Uncanny Valley, by Greg Egan
An Outline of the History of Pharmacy in Ireland, by William D. Moore M.B.
The Enclave, by Anne Charnock
"Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones", by Samuel R. Delany
The Murders of Molly Southbourne, by Tade Thompson

Next books
Gulliver's Travels, by Jonathan Swift
Julian, by Gore Vidal
Something Changed, ed. Simon Guerrier

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Who Is The Doctor, by Graeme Burk and Robert Smith?

Second paragraph of third chapter (which is not surprisingly about The Unquiet Dead):

Roots and References Dickens’ own work, especially A Christmas Carol (1843), but also his ghost story “The Signal Man” (1866) which the Doctor calls the greatest ghost story ever; Simon Callow’s one-man show about Dickens, particularly the BBC production An Audience With Charles Dickens, influenced the casting process.

NB that there is no question mark in the title, though there is one at the end of the second author’s surname.

I got this at Gallifrey One in 2013, so it covers the first six series of New Who in detail, four RTD and two Moffat (ie Ecclestone, Tennant and the first two of Smith). The presentation is much more on reaction than data – few production details, but every story gets sections (sometimes very short) titled “Stand Up and Cheer”, “Roll Your Eyes” and “You’re Not Making Any Sense”. The two writers then present their views of each story, which often agree but sometimes diverge rather drastically. Endnotes to some chapters explain various Whovian concepts eg Daleks, Tardis, Master, etc. You can get it here.

I am still looking for a good book on New Who, and this wasn’t really it. I enjoyed the Hadoke/Shearman Running Through Corridors books (1, 2) because of the sense of banter between the two writers; that joyous spark wasn’t always present here. The Wood and Miles books have rather slowed down in production – I enjoyed their analysis of the first two New Who series, but apparently the latest volume looks only at Series 3. I will get it anyway.

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Woman on the Edge of Time & He, She and It, by Marge Piercy

Second paragraph of third chapter of Woman on the Edge of Time:

Already her lips were split, her skin chapped from the tranquilizers, her bowels were stone, her hands shook. She no longer coughed, though. The tranks seemed to suppress the chronic cough that brought up bloody phlegm. Arriving had been so hard, so bleak. The first time here, she had been scared of the other patients—violent, crazy, out-of-control animals. She had learned. It was the staff she must watch out for. But the hopelessness of being stuck here again had boiled up in her two mornings before when the patients in her ward had been lined up for their dose of liquid Thorazine, and she had refused. Pills she could flush away, but the liquid there was no avoiding, and it killed her by inches. She had blindly fought till they had sunk a hypo in her and sent her crashing down.

Second paragraph of third chapter of He, She and It / Body of Glass:

Thus, dear Yod, the story I am about to leave you in the Base is not the way I told it to my child Riva or to my child Shira or to Shira and Gadi when they would sit on their haunches like little frogs, all bug eyes and appetite. I am recording this story just for you in the nights of my ash-gray insomnia, when my life feels like an attic full of boxes I have put away, things once precious and now dusty and half forgotten but still a set of demands that I put it, all of it, in order and deal with it, as bequests, as trash, as museum to set open to the family or the world. This is a time of beginnings and endings, of large risks and dangers, of sudden death by mental assassination. It is also the time my sight is failing again, and this time it cannot be repaired. The darkness of night apes the darkness I dread, and sleep is the lover I fear perhaps more than I truly desire his soft warm weight on me.

Somehow these came to the top of my reading stacks simultaneously, which is a nice coincidence. I thought they were both really good.

Consuela Ramos, the protagonist of Woman on the Edge of Time, has been committed to a psychiatric hospital for striking out against her niece’s abusive pimp. But she finds herself in telepathic communication with a utopian future society where the 1970s are regarded (rightly) as days of dark depression. And yet the future utopia is also fragile and has its own threats (which stops it from being too rpeachy); meanwhile the horrible experiments performed on Consuela by the doctors threaten her mental survival. I think the last books I read involving telepathic time travel were Jack London’s Star Rover and Nevil Shute’s An Old Captivity, but the protagonists there go backwards rather than forwards.

He, She and It is more dystopian. We are in the near future (to 1993); the Middle East has been destroyed in a war, global warming and pollution run rampant, and corporations control all aspects of life for those who accept the security of living in their communities. Our protagonist, Shira Shipman, flees a nasty divorce in one of the corporate burgs to a Jewish free town, to link up with her robot-building mentor; meanwhile a parallel narrative recounts the story of the Golem of Prague. I generally really hate stories with cute robots, and the android here is not just cute but sexy. But it’s far from being the entire point of the story, which involves identity in several different ways, and also is based in really effective world-building and characterisation of the various relationships. Apparently Arthur C. Clarke himself was rather pleased that it won his award, though it is pretty far from Clarke’s own style.

Woman on the Edge of Time was my top unread book acquired in 2016 and my top unread book by a woman. Next on those lists respectively are Robot Visions, by ISaac Asimov, and The Bean Trees, by Barbara Kingsolver

Under the British title Body of Glass, He, She and It won the 1993 Arthur C. Clarke Award. The runner-up was Red Mars, by Kim Stanley Robinson, which won the Nebula and BSFA Awards and which I reviewed here. Third place was shared between Correspondence, by Sue Thomas, which I haven’t read, and Hearts, Hands and Voices, by Ian McDonald, which I like very much. The other shortlisted books were Doomsday Book, by Connie Willis, which won both Hugo and Nebula; Stations of the Tide, by Michael Swanwick, which also won the Nebula; and Destroying Angel by Richard Paul Russo and Lost Futures by Lisa Tuttle, neither of which I have read. (Can there have been any other year when three Nebula winners were on the Clarke list, with all of them losing?) The Tiptree Award winner for that year was China Mountain Zhang, by Maureen F. McHugh, with Correspondence, Lost Futures, and Red Mars again on the shortlist.

Next up in my award-winning sf novels sequence are the three winners of the BSFA, Clarke and Tiptree Awards made in 1994 for work of 1993: Aztec Century by Christopher Evans, Vurt; by Jeff Noon and Ammonite; by Nicola Griffith. I have read the last of these, but many years ago.

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The Handmaid’s Tale | The Sea and Summer | Unquenchable Fire | The Child Garden | Take Back Plenty | Synners | Body of Glass | Vurt | Fools | Fairyland | The Calcutta Chromosome | The Sparrow | Dreaming in Smoke | Distraction | Perdido Street Station | Bold as Love | The Separation | Quicksilver | Iron Council | Air | Nova Swing | Black Man | Song of Time | The City & the City | Zoo City | The Testament of Jessie Lamb | Dark Eden | Ancillary Justice | Station Eleven | Children of Time | The Underground Railroad | Dreams Before the Start of Time | Rosewater | The Old Drift | The Animals in that Country | Deep Wheel Orcadia | Venomous Lumpsucker | In Ascension | Annie Bot

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Jago and Litefoot: Voyages and Season Five

These six audios were released in 2012 and 2013, and I actually bought and listened to them then, but did not get around to writing them up in the press of Worldcon and other business. My revisiting The Talons of Weng-Chiang prompted me to go back to these as well. Unusually for the Jago and Litefoot narrative, they all take place outside Victorian London – the first two pretty far away in both space and time.

Voyage to Venus, by Jonathan Morris, takes the two Victorian adventurers and the Sixth Doctor, who turned up at the end of the previous series, to, well, Venus, in a far future where men are withered brainless parasites and women rule; but the non-human natives are restless, planetary disaster threatens, and there is tons of palace intrigue and overseen by guest star Juliet Aubrey as the Empress. Benjamin, Baxter and Baker are all on top form, the script pays homage to the Victorian planetary romances (rather more than to C.S. Lewis), and there are some very entertaining bits of fan service that are not at all intrusive.

Voyage to the New World, by Matthew Sweet, did not delight me as much. Our heroes arrive on the island of Roanoke in 1590, and are caught up immediately in the mystery of the lost colony

Now our heroes are making a go of it in the 1960s; Lisa Bowerman both directs and returns as pub landlady Ellie Higson, who became immortal in an accident earlier in the continuity, Litefoot is managing an antiquarian bookshop, and Jago has landed a gig as the presenter of a nostalgic TV show, which is in itself a very entertaining concept. The theme music is reworked to give it a Sixties feel. Duncan Wisbey returns as Sacker, a policeman descendant of a character from Season 2, and Jamie Newall is entertaining as Jago's long-suffering producer. Best of all, we have Racquel Cassidy (of The Rebel Flesh/The Almost People) as Guinevere Godiva, one of the performers on Jago's show whose interest in theatrical history is more than theoretical.

The first story is The Age of Revolution, by Jonathan Morris. The plot is fairly obvious – another very annoying TV presenter, played by ben Willbond, is rather more dangerous than he first seems – but that doesn't matter, the scenery is excellent. See here for deleted scenes from the script.

The Case of the Gluttonous Guru, by Marc Platt, doesn't quite hit the mark in the same way. Chook Sibtain (who was in both The Waters of Mars and the excellent Sarah Jane story Warriors of Kudlak) carries off a tricky turn as the titular guru rather well, but the plot depends on a certain amount of body horror that doesn't work all that well with these characters in this setting.

In The Bloodchild Codex, by Colin Brake, Ken Bones (the General in The Day of the Doctor and Hell Bent) turns up as a sinister savant in search of an old book. I didn't think it was particularly original, but everyone has fun chewing the carpet.

And we end our excursion to the Swinging Sixties with The Final Act, by Justin Richards, which basically returns to The Talons of Weng-Chiang and serves up a rather glorious sequel, much the same story but set seventy years later with Raquel Cassidy in the Li H'sen Chang role. There is a silent appearance from Mr Sin – it's difficult to write a mute character into an audio but Richards does it. Given the premise of the story, our heroes' means of return to the nineteenth century is no supririse, but the journey to get them there is great fun.

The most memorable quote of the series:

Jago: 'But apart from the cinema, less poverty, the National Health Service, women's suffrage, comprehensive education, aviation, heart transplants, and a man on the moon, what else does this decade have going for it?'
Litefoot: 'Mini-skirts?'
Jago: 'Alright, alright, you may have a point!'