Saturday reading

Current
Watership Down, by Richard Adams (a chapter a week)
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas
The Unicorn Hunt, by Dorothy Dunnett
Short Trips: 2040, ed. John Binns

Last books finished
Space Raptor Butt Invasion, by Chuck Tingle
The Builders, by Daniel Polanski
Perfect State, by Brandon Sanderson
Slow Bullets, by Alastair Reynolds
Between Light and Shadow: An Exploration of the Fiction of Gene Wolfe, 1951 to 1986, by Marc Aramini (not finished)
SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police, by Vox Day (not finished)
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro
Seveneves, by Neal Stephenson
The Aeronaut’s Windlass, by Jim Butcher (did not finish)

Next books
Peter & Max, by Bill Willingham
The Hidden War, by Michael Armstrong
Loving the Alien, by Mike Tucker and Robert Perry

Books acquired in last week
Time Lord, by Ian Marsh and Peter Darvill-Ebans

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My Hugo votes: Best Related Work – No Award

My nominations for Best Related Work this year were:

Perilous and Fair: Women in the Works and Life of J. R. R. Tolkien, eds. Janet Brennan Croft and Leslie A. Donovan
Letters to Tiptree, eds Alissa Krasnostein and Alexandra Pierce
Companion Piece: Women Celebrate the Humans, Aliens and Tin Dogs of Doctor Who, eds. L.M. Myles and Liz Barr
TARDIS Eruditorum, by Philip Sandifer – the entire blog, which finished in February 2015
A Detailed Explanation, by Matthew David Surridge

None of these made the final ballot, which was completely determined by the slate. I don’t regard any of the finalists as having legitimately earned their places, so I am voting No Award in this category; it does not in any way reflect the state of commentary on the genre in the last year.

Edited to add: The state of the genre last year is possibly better illustrated by the most popular Related Works among respondents to the File 770 straw poll. These were:

Letters to Tiptree, eds. Alexandra Pierce and Alisa Krasnostein (24)
You’re Never Weird on the Internet (Almost): A Memoir, by Felicia Day (12)
John Scalzi Is Not a Very Popular Author and I Myself Am Quite Popular: How SJWs Always Lie About Our Comparative Popularity Levels, by “Theophilus Pratt” [Alexandra Erin] (10)
Invisible 2: Personal Essays on Representation in SF/F, ed. Jim C. Hines (5)
The Wheel of Time Companion, by Robert Jordan, Harriet McDougal, Alan Romanczuk, and Maria Simons (5)
“A Detailed Explanation”, by Matthew David Surridge (4)
A History of Epic Fantasy, by Adam Whitehead (4)
Modern Masters of Science Fiction: Lois McMaster Bujold, by Edward James (4)
Women of Wonder: Celebrating Women Creators of Fantastic Art, by Cathy Fenner, intr. Lauren Panepinto (4)

(end of edit.)

Unlike last year, though, I’m going to give a couple of transfers to maximise the chances of the worst of them being beaten by the less awful. It’s subjective, of course, but my ranking is as follows:

1) No Award

2) Between Light and Shadow: An Exploration of the Fiction of Gene Wolfe, 1951 to 1986 by Marc Aramini

Second paragraph of third chapter:

At the culmination of the first book, Severian presents his philosophy of composition in the chapter titled “Five Legs”, comparing the writing of his manuscript to an actual execution, in which the competent headsman can position people who “want different things in such a way that he pleases everyone (save perhaps his victim, of course). Severian also states:

The authorities for whom the carnifex acts, the chiliarchs or archons … will have little complaint if the condemned is prevented from escaping, or much inflaming the mob; and if he is undeniably dead at the conclusion of the proceedings. That authority, as it seems to me, in my writing is the impulse that drives me to my task. Its requirements are that the subject of this work must remain central to it—not escaping into prefaces or indexes or into another work entirely; that the rhetoric not be permitted to overwhelm it; and that it be carried to a satisfactory conclusion. (Shadow, XXXIII 226)

Apart from The Book of the New Sun, I’ve read only a couple of other Wolfe books; a lot of people really like him, but he doesn’t do much for me to be honest. However, this seems a harmless enough exploration of his writing that just happens to have been published by the chief slater.

3) The First Draft of My Appendix N Book by Jeffro Johnson

Second paragraph of third chapter (which is on The High Crusade by Poul Anderson):

Now… the thief class takes a lot of flak in spite of the enduring appeal of characters like Robin Hood and Bilbo Baggins. Yet not only was it a latecomer that wasn’t even in the original three “little brown books” that made up the original “White Box”rule set, but its system of skills and abilities was seen as taking away from actions that everyone tended try during the earliest game sessions.² For instance, fighting men might take a stab at being stealthy by removing their armor and then scouting ahead for the party. When the thief class came along with an explicit chance to “move silently”, a lot of people leaped to the conclusion the other classes couldn’t attempt such a thing anymore. This made for some hard feelings, and fixing the design issues implied by this class’s existence is such a hassle that maybe it’s best to just drop it altogether!
² See “The Trouble with Thieves” by James Maliszewski in Knockspell #2 for a good run down on the arguments surrounding the introduction of the thief class.

A fairly harmless look at the books listed in Appendix N of the original Dungeon Master’s Guide, from the very narrow perspective of what each book contributed to Dungeons and Dragons. (The paragraph excerpted is actually a side remark in an article mainly about clerics.) The book is not actually finished; it’s a collection of blog posts, a poorly formatted table of contents being included in the Hugo packet. In a normal year would lose marks from me for messiness.

The other three nominations are sheer malice. Two are straightforward propaganda; the third combines a harrowing account of personal trauma with an attack on all homosexuals and on same-sex marriage. I’m not going to rank them on my ballot at all. The excerpts will give a sufficient sense of the content, I hope.

“Safe Space as Rape Room” by Daniel Eness

Second paragraph of third entry:

The answer is simple: vandalism and destruction is not the unintended consequence of the protesters, nor is the inactivity of the majority a sign of helplessness. It is not the vocal few who have torn down Lovecraft’s statue, but the seemingly passive majority within World Fantasy’s body who, through unvoiced cheers, have blessed the desecration.

Actually one of the less inflammatory passages.

SJWs Always Lie: Taking Down the Thought Police by Vox Day

Second paragraph of third chapter:

From the famous and accomplished to the insignificant and the ordinary, absolutely no one is safe. Consider a few of the following examples:

  • Dr. James Watson, Nobel Laureate and co-discoverer of DNA, awarded the 1962 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, forced to resign as chancellor and board member of the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory after 43 years due to comments he made concerning human biodiversity. The president of the Federation of American Scientists said, “He has failed us in the worst possible way. It is a sad and revolting way to end a remarkable career”.
  • Brendan Eich, CEO of Mozilla, forced to resign due to a single $1,000 political donation made five years prior.
  • Sir Tim Hunt, Nobel Laureate, awarded the 2001 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, forced to resign from the University College London and fired by the European Research Council’s science committee due to a comment about women crying in the laboratory.
  • Pax Dickenson, Chief Technology Officer of Business Insider, forced to resign due to tweeting several politically incorrect comments.
  • Curt Schilling, former Major League Baseball pitcher, baseball analyst, and expert ASL player was suspended by ESPN and removed “from his current Little League assignment pending further consideration” for a single tweet comparing the estimated percentage of Muslims who are extremists to the historical percentage of Germans who were National Socialists.
  • North Charleston Police Sgt. Shannon Dildine, fired for wearing Confederate flag boxers.
  • Florida high school principal Alberto Iber, fired for defending a Texas police officer accused of racism.
  • Greg Elliott, Canadian graphic artist, fired and charged with criminally harassing two female political activists for refusing to endorse their plan to “sic the Internet” on a young man in Northern Ontario who developed a video game of which they disapproved.

To be clear, Watson was forced to resign from Cold Spring not for comments about human biodiversity but because he said black people were stupid. Shannon Dildine was not fired for “wearing Confederate flag boxers”; he was fired for posting a picture of himself wearing nothing but Confederate flag boxers on Facebook, the week that nine black churchgoers were murdered in his community and as calls mounted for the flag to be taken down from state property – you get the joke? And it goes on, but I think the point is clear.

“The Story of Moira Greyland” by Moira Greyland

Second last para:

But that is not going to slow me down one bit. I am going to keep right on speaking out. I have been silent for entirely too long. Gay “marriage” is nothing but a way to make children over in the image of their “parents” and in ten to thirty years, the survivors will speak out.

Greyland’s trauma is entirely real, and what happened to her is deplorable, but there’s no way that I’m endorsing her political conclusions, even indirectly, with a preference vote. In a week when the Stanford rape victim’s testimony has seared across the airwaves, the slate’s exploitation of Greyland’s trauma to try and score points in a game that nobody else wants to play seems particularly disgusting.

Well, that was depressing. Let’s hope for better next year (though I will have to refrain from commentary).

Best Novel (1941/2016) / Best Novella (1941/2016) / Best Novelette (1941/2016) / Best Short Story (1941/2016) / Best Related Work (2016) / Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form) (1941/2016) / Art categories (1941/2016) / John W. Campbell Award

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Interesting Links for 10-06-2016

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Bételgeuse v.4: Les Cavernes, by Leo

Second frame of third page:


Kim: That little creature! Let’s follow it! It will lead us there.

I was a bit dissatisfied with the previous couple of volumes in this series, which seemed to me to have a real middle-book syndrome feeling about them, but here we are moving satisfactorily towards a conclusion as Kim and fellow explorers, separated in their exploration of the lush planetary surface of Bételgeuse, endure deadly danger to eventually be led by the indigenous iums and the mysterious young human girl Mai Lin to the place where the secret of the planet can be found. At least, I hope so; I’ve bought the next book already and will report back.

Cavernes
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Interesting Links for 09-06-2016

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My Hugo and #RetroHugos1941 votes: Art categories – No Award, No Award and Margaret Brundage

I did some due diligence and research while nominating for these categories, and it was all for nothing as far as the 2016 Hugos went, because the slate swept nine places out of ten.

For Best Professional Artist for 2016, I nominated the following:

Anne Sudworth
Fangorn
Julie Dillon
David Hardy
Fiona Staples

None of these made the final ballot; all five of those who did were supported by the slate. I’m therefore voting No Award in this category and leaving it at that.

For Best Fan Artist for 2016, I nominated the following:

Andy Bigwood
Chris Moore
Jane Stewart
Margaret Walty
Keith Scaife

I did not expect any of them to make it to the ballot, to be honest. But the fact is that four of the five artists who did end up as finalists were supported by the slate. Applying the Matt Foster principle, that if we have only one non-slate finalist in a category we are still allowing it to be decided by the slate, I’m therefore voting:

1) No Award
2) Steve Stiles (whose art has never much appealed to me anyway, to be honest)

And that’s it.

For Best Professional Artist for 1941, I nominated the following:

Virgil Finlay
Margaret Brundage
Hubert Rogers

All three of them made the final ballot, along with:

Hannes Bok
Edd Cartier
Frank R. Paul

These are all worthy finalists. My votes are as follows, with representative art:

1) Margaret Brundage

2) Edd Cartier

3) Hubert Rogers

4) Frank R. Paul

5) Hannes Bok

6) Vergil Finlay

7) No Award

Best Novel (1941/2016) / Best Novella (1941/2016) / Best Novelette (1941/2016) / Best Short Story (1941/2016) / Best Related Work (2016) / Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form) (1941/2016) / Art categories (1941/2016) / John W. Campbell Award

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Interesting Links for 08-06-2016

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Cyprus Avenue, by David Ireland

Second line of Scene Three:

ERIC: She looked like Gerry Adams.

Thanks very much to webcowgirl for this script of a play currently on in the Royal Court Theatre in London, a co-production with the Abbey Theatre, starring Stephen Rea as Eric, a Loyalist whose obsession with the idea that his daughter’s baby is actually Gerry Adams drives the story through the blackest of black humour to a horrific conclusion. There are has some gloriously funny moments of banter as well as agonising interrogation of identity.

I never find it easy to judge how a script would come across on stage, and I was a bit concerned that the play might veer towards point-and-laugh-at-the-Prods. But from reviews, it sounds like the production has avoided that trap, and successfully made the wider point that sectarian hatred is something that we destructively do to ourselves. All identities are to an extent socially constructed, and we might as well accept that and move on. It’s difficult to do that reflexively to both sides in Northern Ireland, but perhaps in a London show it’s better to look at the Loyalists if you can only look at one. Anyway, I hope I’ll have the chance to see this some day. Thanks again to webcowgirl for giving it to me.

Cyprus Avenue

My Hugo and #RetroHugos1941 votes: Best Novella

As noted previously, it is more difficult this year than last year to assess the impact that slate voting had on the final ballot for the Hugos. For some guidance on that question, once again I'm looking at the File 770 straw poll, where the top novellas that readers reported nominating were:

Penric’s Demon, by Lois McMaster Bujold (25)
Binti, by Nnedi Okorafor (16)
Witches of Lychford, by Paul Cornell (13)
“The Pauper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn”, by Usman T. Malik (12)
The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps, by Kai Ashante Wilson (12)
“The New Mother”, by Eugene Fischer (11)

In fact the first two of these did make it to the final ballot, Binti without slate support and Penric’s Demon with support both from the Rabid Puppies and from me; if the File 770 readership is representative of the broader non-Puppy Hugo electorate (which of course it may not be), “Slow Bullets”, by Alastair Reynolds (7), would not have been far off either, whereas “The Builders”, by Daniel Polansky (3) was probably further, and “Perfect State” by Brandon Sanderson (0) further still.

It's probably also worth noting that all four of the slated finalists have distanced themselves from the slate in pretty clear terms. (Okorafor's views are also pretty clear.)

My own nominations were:

1941
"The Mound", by H.P. Lovecraft and Zealia Bishop
"If This Goes On—", by Robert A. Heinlein (finalist)
Fattypuffs and Thinifers, by Andre Maurois
The Invention of Morel, by Adolfo Bioy Casares
"But Without Horns", by Norvell Page

2016
"Citadel of Weeping Pearls", by Aliette de Bodard
Penric's Demon, by Lois McMaster Bujold (finalist)
Witches of Lychford, by Paul Cornell
"The New Mother", by Eugene Fischer
A Day In Deep Freeze, by Lisa Shapter

So one of my five choices made the final ballot for both 1941 and 2016, and in both cases, having read the other four possibilities, my surviving nominee will remain my top preference.

1941 Retro Hugos

It’s a real shame that only Heinlein and de Camp/Pratt are represented on the final ballot. The best writing of 1940 went a lot broader than that, and frankly I’m applying No Award rather brutally at the point where I feel the quality is less than the weakest of the stories I nominated ("The Mound").

6) “Coventry”, by Robert A. Heinlein

Second paragraph:

‘Very well-the jury has determined that you have violated a basic custom agreed to under the Covenant, and that through this act did damage another free citizen. It is the opinion of the jury and of the court that you did so knowingly, and aware of the probability of damage to a free citizen. Therefore, you are sentenced to choose between the Two Alternatives.’

A political parable which didn’t really have a lot of point as far as I could see. Unlike the other three finalists, I read it during the nomination phase but quickly rejected it.

5) “The Roaring Trumpet”, by L. Sprague de Camp and Fletcher Pratt

Second paragraph of third chapter:

The explorer of universes ducked under the skins and into a long hall panelled in dark wood. At one end a fire blazed, apparently in the centre of the floor, though bricked round to knee height. Around it were a number of benches and tables. Shea caught a glimpse of walls hung with weapons – a huge sword, nearly as tall as he was, half a dozen small spears or javelins, their delicate steel points catching ruddy highlights from the torches in brackets, a kite shaped shield with metal overlay in an intricate pattern—

The first of the Compleat Enchanter stories which I read in 2006 and have reread now, in which a modern scientist visits the world of the Norse gods. It’s rather uneven, obviously a taproot text for much that came after, but really not well executed, memorable only for the phrase “Yngvi is a louse!”

4) No Award

3) “Magic, Inc.”, by Robert A. Heinlein

Second paragraph of third section:

“Are you an expert in magic, Mr. Wiggin?” he asked.

Tim Powers argues in the afterword to the Baen edition (only $8.99, recommended) that this should be seen as an early example of urban fantasy and actually I think he’s right; we have a situation of intrusive magic, intervening in the normal business and political life of a small US state. It feels a bit didactic to me, and is of course pretty sexist, but it lurches above No Award as a good case of “What If?” for me.

2) “The Mathematics of Magic”, by L. Sprague de Camp and Fletcher Pratt

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Shea was taken in tow by a pair of youths who gazed at him admiringly. Each wore medieval hose, with one leg red and the other white. As he mounted a winding stair under their guidance, one of them piped, 'Are you only a squire, sir?'

Having been a bit disappointed with “The Roaring Trumpet”, I was relieved to enjoy the second instalment of the series much more; here our hero and his colleague visit the world of Edmund Spenser, with much scope for confusion about the code of chivalry. It is very funny in places, particularly the recitation of “Eskimo Nell”. So I’m giving it my second preference.

1) “If This Goes On—”, by Robert A. Heinlein

Second paragraph of Chapter 3:

Zeb turned to her. ‘I don’t believe so.’ She stared at him. ‘Are you a Cabalist?’

I think this is far and away the best contender in this category. As I have said before, Heinlein’s portrayal of a theocratic dictatorship ruling a dystopian future America seems very close to the bone in 2016, and his thoughts about political messaging are pretty up to date as well, though of course the techniques turn out to be different. This is a worthy winner.

The quality gap between the 1941 and 2016 lists is rather less here than for other categories (mainly because the 1941 list has a couple of weak finalists). My votes for 2016 are as follows:

2016 Hugos

6) The Builders, by Daniel Polansky

Second paragraph of third section:

He nodded brusquely to Reconquista and slipped his way to the back, stopping in front of the main table. “Where is everyone?”

I may be being a bit harsh, but I couldn't really see the point of heavily armed talking small furry creatures. Maybe it ties into something I am not aware of.

5) Perfect State, by Brandon Sanderson

Second paragraph of third section:

It felt so odd to have nobody trailing me. No servants, no soldiers. At the front doors, a man guarding the entrance bowed, then waved me past. I caught a glimpse of a clipboard with a page full of faces on it, mine included. Several of the people from the gunfight earlier were also pictured, and I guessed this was a sheet telling him all the Liveborn visiting the city, so he’d know who to obey. Only a few of those here in the city would be Liveborn—maybe a hundred or so out of millions. Just like in other States, the rest would be Machineborn. Simulated Entities who had been born within the State, and would live their entire lives here.

This was quite a neat concept, but I guessed what was going on not very far into the story and felt that it then went on a bit too long.

4) No Award – in a normal year I might be more generous to trailing stories, but my view is that the Polansky and Sanderson probably owe their spots on the ballot to slating, and the other three probably don't.

3) Binti, by Nnedi Okorafor

Second paragraph of third section:

When the officer handed me my astrolabe, I resisted the urge to snatch it back. He was an old Khoush man, so old that he was privileged to wear the blackest turban and face veil. His shaky hands were so gnarled and arthritic that he nearly dropped my astrolabe. He was bent like a dying palm tree and when he’d said, “You have never traveled; I must do a full scan. Remain where you are,” his voice was drier than the red desert outside my city. But he read my astrolabe as fast as my father, which both impressed and scared me. He’d coaxed it open by whispering a few choice equations and his suddenly steady hands worked the dials as if they were his own.

I expect that this will win, and indeed it has already won the Nebula. As I said when I read it for the BSFA vote, the plot (plucky kid survives alien attack, makes peace between aliens and humans) is hardly original, and the fact that the protagonist's tribal adornments uniquely give her protection against the aliens is pretty cliched. But obviously it appealed to a lot of readers.

2) Slow Bullets, by Alastair Reynolds

Second paragraph of third section:

But once I was able to assess my condition I realised that there was no longer any pain anywhere in my leg. I felt neither the bullet nor my wound.

I wasn't quite sure about this in places, but Reynolds conveys bleak unforgiving vastness of space and time very well, and managed to find redemption for both protagonist and antagonist at the end. So I have swallowed my uncertainty and put it second.

1) Penric’s Demon, by Lois McMaster Bujold

Second paragraph of third section:

“Where did the fellow go who came with . . .” Pen wasn’t sure what to call her, dead sorceress seeming disrespectful though definitive. “With the late Learned Ruchia?”

I’m a total Bujold fanboy and knew I’d be voting for this as soon as I read it.

I’m hoping that the one 1940 novelette that I haven’t otherwise found will show up in the Retro Hugo packet from MidAmeriCon 2 – I’ve read all the others, including the 2015 finalists.

Best Novel (1941/2016) / Best Novella (1941/2016) / Best Novelette (1941/2016) / Best Short Story (1941/2016) / Best Related Work (2016) / Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form) (1941/2016) / Art categories (1941/2016) / John W. Campbell Award

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A History of Anthropology, by Thomas Hylland Eriksen and Finn Sievert Nielsen

Second paragraph of third chapter:

At the turn of the twentieth century, this optimism had begun to falter, after which it was shattered by the atrocities of the First World War. Sigmund Freud’s theory of dreams and the subconscious, published in 1900, and Albert Einstein’s theory of general relativity (1905), may be seen as symbolic points of entry into a new, and more ambivalent epoch of modernity. These theories attacked the very substance of the Victorian world: Fred dissolved the free, rational individual, the means and end of progress, into subconscious desires and irrational sexuality. Einstein dissolved physics, the most abstract of the empirical sciences, and the foundation of technological innovation, into uncertainty and flux. In 1907, Arnold Schoenberg wrote the first bars of twelve-tone music and Pablo Picasso began to experiment with non-representational painting. Modernism was born in the arts, a movement which – despite its misleading name – offered an ambivalent view on truth, morality and progress. In politics, anarchists proclaimed the destruction of the state and feminists demanded the end of the bourgeois family. Less than two decades into the new century, a devastating war left the old Europe in ruins, and the Russian Revolution established a new, frightening or attractive version of modern rationalism. It was in this turbulent period of decay and renewal, disillusion and new utopias that anthropology was transformed into a modern social science.

I’ve never studied anthropology, but I was exposed to it closely during my PhD years for peculiar bureaucratic reasons. My doctorate is in the History and Philosophy of Science, but the Queen’s University of Belfast, in its wisdom, had closed the department down a couple of years before I arrived and split the two remaining lecturers between the Philosophy and Social Anthropology departments, my supervisor going with the latter. For most of my time, I was not just the only graduate student in History and Philosophy of Science in Belfast, I was the only graduate student in the field in the whole island of Ireland, so I socialised with the social anthropologists, whose departmental parties were legendary (I remember one year my supervisor and I performing the Fry and Laurie spoon-bending sketch, with me as the Uri Geller character wearing only underpants and an academic gown, for reasons that escape me right now). This also meant that I had a university card misleadingly marked with the name of my department rather than my subject, which led to this memorable exchange at about three o’clock one morning in Stranraer in 1992:

SECURITY GUARD, concerned to verify the credentials of youngish man attempting to sleep across three uncomfortable plastic chairs in the ferry terminal: Excuse me sir, can I see some forrm of identification?
ME, for it is me, rather sleepily: Er, sure, here’s my university ID card.
SECURITY GUARD, examining it and keen to check out my story: Ah, Social Anthrropology – that’d be Claude Levi-Strrauss and that sorrt of thing, would it?
ME, somewhat flustered: Would it? Er, I don’t know. I really study history and philosophy of science, anthropology’s just what it says on the card…
SECURITY GUARD, suspiciously: So, that means ye’d be into that man Kahn, or is it Kohn…
ME, in relief: I think you mean Thomas Kuhn…
SECURITY GUARD: Aye, Thomas Kuhn and the Strructure of Scientific Rrevolutions…
ME, sincerely and with great relief: Great book that.
SECURITY GUARD: Indeed it is, sirr. You trry and get some rrest now, for ye’ll be boarrding shorrtly.

Anyway, to get to the point. Since I became involved in politics as my main profession, I have consistently found that the insights I get from anthropology are far more helpful in understanding What Is Going On than I would have got from political science. Officials and policy-makers can be understood as tribal elders performing rituals (parliamentary debates, formulating legislation) motivated by concerns about their own status as much as by their belief in the intellectual content of what they are doing. I’ve encountered some particularly helpful stuff on the financial crisis, perceptions in Cyprus and the House of Lords, and I’m always on the lookout for more.

Unfortunately this book didn’t scratch my itch – not much more than simply listing historical anthropologists and their wider intellectual context, with frustratingly little about the content of their actual work; the fact that they argued with each other intensely is recorded, but what they argued about isn’t really, except when it’s gossip (how Margaret Mead met Gregory Bateson). I really didn’t learn as much from this as I had hoped, and it didn’t give me much in the way of pointers for future reading either.

This was both the shortest unread book I had acquired in 2009 and the earliest acquired unread non-fiction book on my shelves. Next on the former list is Fanny Kemble and the Lovely Land, by Constance Wright; next on the latter is Between Structure and No-thing: An Annotated Reader in Social and Cultural Anthropology, by Patrick J. Devlieger, which I hope I’ll find more useful.

History of Anthropology

United We Stand: Episode 15 of Here Come The Double Deckers

Episode 15: United We Stand
First shown: 19 December 1970 (US), 30 April 1971 (UK)
Director: Harry Booth
Writers: John Tully and Glyn Jones
Appearing apart from the Double Deckers:
Pat Coombs as Miss Fisher
Derek Royle as Mr. Beaumont
Jack Haig as the Short Workman
Bob Todd as the Big Workman
Lauri Lupino Lane as the Mayor
John Barrard as the Short Councillor
Reg Peters as the Tall Councillor

Note: I was on the road every weekend in May except the last, which I spent catching up with other things. Only two more episodes after this one, alas.

Plot

Local businessman Mr Beaumont wants to raze the Double Deckers' den and turn it into a car park. Two workmen are sent to clear it are frightened into retreat by the gang, who then sabotage Mr Beaumont's site visit with the Mayor and two councillors.

Glorious Moments

This episode is almost entirely slapstick, at the expense of Mr Beaumont…

…and also of the two workmen who are a delightful direct homage to Laurel and Hardy (their theme tune is referenced in the incidental music at one point).

Less glorious moments

There's not much here apart from the slapstick, and the kids don't actually get as much to do as the adult actors.

What's all this then?

The basic plot of the evil capitalist plan to destroy the place where the kids are having fun is most famously developed in Cliff Richard's The Young Ones (1961), also shot at Elstree. Melvyn Hayes, who appears in most Double Deckers episodes (but not this one) was of course in the next Cliff Richard film, Summer Holiday (1963).

Mr Beaumont, the evil authority figure, may have been intended to be a return appearance of Graham Stark's very similar character Mr Brimble from Episode 11, A Helping Hound – when he first appears, Billie says, "It's Mr Beaumont – he's come back!" although he has not previously appeared in the show.

Who's That?

John Tully, who gets part credit for the script, wrote three of the best-loved BBC TV adaptations of children's books in the 1970s – Tom's Midnight Garden (1974), Kizzy (1976) and The Phoenix and the Carpet (1976-77) – the last of these starred a young Gary Russell, who has gone on to other things. It's his only Double Deckers script, but given his track record I can't imagine that he was the writer of whom Glyn Jones complained that he had to rewrite the entire thing.

We have already seen Pat Coombs (Miss Fisher), who plays Doris in Episode 5, Happy Haunting, Jack Haig (the Short Workman), who plays Harvey the Toy Shop Assistant in Episode 2, The Case of the Missing Doughnut, and John Barrard (the Short Councillor) who plays the King of Diamonds in Episode 8, Scooper Strikes Out.

Derek Royle (Mr Beaumont), born in 1928, had a bit part in the Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour (1968), and ended his career in 'Allo 'Allo as Roger LeClerc (whose brother Ernest LeClerc was played by Jack Haig); the part was recast after his death in 1990. In the mid-1970s he and Pat Coombs appeared in a children's sit-com about a medical practice called Hogg's Back, in which he played the title character. He memorably also played Mr Leeman, the eponymous corpse in the classic Fawlty Towers episode The Kipper and the Corpse.

Bob Todd (the Tall Workman), born in 1921, had a long career as straight man to the likes of Benny Hill, Spike Milligan and Marty Feldman. He died in 1992.

Lauri Lupino Lane (the Mayor), also born in 1921, was the son of Lupino Lane, an Edwardian child actor who grew up to make the Lambeth Walk famous as the star of Me and My Girl (stage 1937, film 1939). Lauri has only ten credits on IMDB, the first being an appearance in his father's 1939 film and the last being another Mayor in Confessions of a Summer Camp Councillor (1977). He died in 1986. NB that IMDB incorrectly credits him as one of the councillors.

Reg Peters (the taller councillor) has nine minor IMDB credits between 1968 and 1971 followed by one in 1985, and that's it.

Where's that?

Entirely filmed in studio.

See you next week…

…for Up to Scratch.

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Saturday reading

Current
Watership Down, by Richard Adams (a chapter a week)
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas
The Unicorn Hunt, by Dorothy Dunnett
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro

Last books finished
Space Raptor Butt Invasion, by Chuck Tingle
The Builders, by Daniel Polanski
Perfect State, by Brandon Sanderson
Slow Bullets, by Alastair Reynolds

Next books
Peter & Max, by Bill Willingham
The Hidden War, by Michael Armstrong
Short Trips: 2040, ed. John Binns

Books acquired in last week
Who Moved My Blackberry? by Martin Lukes with Lucy Kellaway
Dark Horse, by Fletcher Knebel
Alice in Sunderland, by Bryan Talbot
The Red Virgin and the Vision of Utopia, by Mary M. Talbot and Bryan Talbot
Waldo and Magic, Inc., by Robert A. Heinlein

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Lethbridge-Stewart: Mutually Assured Domination, by Nick Walters

Second paragraph of third chapter:

The next day, Chorley rose at his usual hour of 7:30am and, fuelled by three cups of percolated coffee (an extravagance he could never forsake), he began his investigation into Dominex.

Another in the very enjoyable series of books about the career of Alastair Lethbridge-Stewart between the events of The Invasion and Spearhead from Space, this actually manages to tell a good story about the Dominators taking over part of Dartmoor for their own nefarious purposes, bringing in Harold Chorley and other figures from the relevant era of Doctor Who. I realise to my annoyance that I’m now out of sequence – I should have read Beast of Fang Rock before this – but it’s great fun, Lethbridge-Stewart forced to go rogue and ally with hippies at one point, and sinister insights into what the Estabishment is Really Up To. It doesn’t especially break new ground, but it’s another nice block in the secret history of how UNIT came to be.

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My Hugo and #RetroHugos1941 votes: Best Short Story

The Hugos this year present some difficulty for the voter who objects to the slating tactics of the self-styled Rabid Puppies. They cunningly nominated some items that were not absolutely unworthy of the ballot. Indeed, in one or two cases I myself nominated finalists that were also on the Rabid Puppy slate.

The Short Story category isn’t one of those difficult cases. It’s my personal judgement that four of the five finalists had little support outside the slate, and owe their places on the ballot entirely to that sponsorship. File 770 held a survey of its own readers to ask who they had nominated, and the top listed short stories were:

“Cat Pictures Please” by Naomi Kritzer (21)
“Pocosin” by Ursula Vernon (18)
“Damage” by David D. Levine (13)
“Wooden Feathers” by Ursula Vernon (13)
“Hello, Hello” by Seanan McGuire (7)
“Monkey King, Faerie Queen” by Zen Cho (7)
“Today I Am Paul” by Martin L. Shoemaker (7)

Apart from “Cat Pictures Please”, the only one of the actual finalists mentioned on File 770 was “Asymmetrical Warfare” which one person reported having nominated. File 770 doesn’t represent the whole of fandom, of course, but it is none the less a fairly broad spectrum.

My own nominations were:

1941 Retro Hugos:
“John Duffy's Brother”, by Flann O'Brien
“The Stellar Legion”, by Leigh Brackett (Finalist)
“The Piper”, by Ray Bradbury (as Ron Reynolds)
“Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius”, by Jorge Luís Borges (Finalist)
“Quietus”, by Ross Rocklynne

2016 Hugos:
"Caisson", by Karl Bunker
"The Shape of My Name", by Nino Cipri
"Madeleine", by Amal El-Mohtar
"Summer at Grandma's House", by Hao Jingfang, tr Carmen Yiling Yan
"The Three Resurrections of Jessica Churchill", by Kelly Robson

I was pretty much out of sync both with the combined wisdom of File 770 readers and with the actual ballot.

For these write-ups in general, I've excerpted the second paragraph of each story which in most cases is a fairly good insight into the style of the whole (with the exception of Chuck Tingle's story, which swerves into porn two thirds of the way through). Here are my votes:

6) “Robbie” by Isaac Asimov

Second paragraph:

She craned her neck to investigate the possibilities of a clump of bushes to the right and then withdrew farther to obtain a better angle for viewing its dark recesses. The quiet was profound except for the incessant buzzing of insects and the occasional chirrup of some hardy bird, braving the midday sun.

I'm sorry, but I just hate cute robots, and this is the archetypal cute robot story.

5) No Award

I can live with any of the others winning.

4) “Martian Quest” by Leigh Brackett

Second paragraph:

Rikatva and Tchava, the Martian Reclaimed Areas. The Tri-Council—great minds of three worlds—had poured money into them in an effort to give the unwanted overflow of a crowded civilization a chance to get off the public charity rolls. Water, brought in tanker ships from wetter worlds; Venusian humus, acid phosphate, nitrate nitrogen, to make the alkaline desert fruitful; after that, crude shacks and cruder implements, scrimped together with what was left from the funds wrung so hardly from resentful taxpayers.

It's basically a Western on Mars, but it's passionately done.

3) “The Stellar Legion” by Leigh Brackett

Second paragraph:

The metal door clanged open to admit Lehn, the young Venusian Commandant, and every man jerked tautly to his feet. Ian MacIan, the white-haired, space-burned Earthman, alone and hungrily poised for action; Thekla, the swart Martian low-canaler, grinning like a weasel beside Bhak, the hulking strangler from Titan. Every quick nervous glance was riveted on Lehn.

This actually got one of my nomination votes, and I can't quite remember why; I think it's better than the other Brackett story on the ballot, but not that much better.

2) “Requiem” by Robert A. Heinlein

Second paragraph (counting Robert Louis Stevenson's epitaph as part of the first paragraph):

These lines appear another place — scrawled on a shipping tag torn from a compressed-air container, and pinned to the ground with a knife.

I wavered on this one a bit; but in the end, the story of someone achieving their lifetime's desire in their dying moments is a rather moving story, even if the protagonist is an old rich white man (as I too hope to be some day).

1) “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius” by Jorge Luis Borges

Second paragraph:

The following day, Bioy called me from Buenos Aires. He told me he had before him the article on Uqbar, in volume XLVI of the encyclopedia. The heresiarch's name was not forthcoming, but there was a note on his doctrine, formulated in words almost identical to those he had repeated, though perhaps literally inferior. He had recalled: Copulation and mirrors are abominable. The text of the encyclopedia said: For one of those gnostics, the visible universe was an illusion or (more precisely) a sophism. Mirrors and fatherhood are abominable because they multiply and disseminate that universe. I told him, in all truthfulness, that I should like to see that article. A few days later he brought it. This surprised me, since the scrupulous cartographical indices of Ritter's Erdkunde were plentifully ignorant of the name Uqbar.

It's rare that Hugo voters have a chance to honour one of the great works of world literature, and I hope they will take that chance this year.

There's a bit of a quality contrast, to put it mildly, between the 1941 Retro Hugos and this year's Hugo nominations. My votes for the latter are as follows:

6) “If You Were an Award, My Love” by Juan Tabo and S. Harris

Second paragraph:

If you were a Hugo®, then I would become Taller, Stronger John Scalzi so that I could spend all my time with you. I’d bring you raw chickens and live goats, if you were into that kind of thing. I’d make my bed right under the trophy case, in the basement where my wife lets me sleep. When I couldn’t sleep, I’d sing you lullabies.

Offensive and vacuous, and deliberately so.

5) “Seven Kill Tiger” by Charles Shao

Second paragraph:

The damned hei ren were going to get him replaced, he thought bitterly. If he was fortunate. In the event General Xu decided that the growing gap between the region's quarterly objectives and the actual results achieved was the consequence of excessive greed rather than Zhang‘s inability to make the natives work, his family would be receiving a bill for the price of the bullet used to execute him before long.

Interesting concept, but poorly told and actively racist in the telling.

4) “Asymmetrical Warfare” by S. R. Algernon

Second paragraph:

How I wish I could be in their place right now, to see the cosmic battlefield with young eyes.

I just didn't feel there was any there there.

3) Space Raptor Butt Invasion by Chuck Tingle

Second paragraph:

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I tell him with a slight smile.

First part is actually quite fun before it gets gratuitous.

2) “Cat Pictures Please” by Naomi Kritzer

Second paragraph:

I want to be helpful. But knowing the optimal way to be helpful can be very complicated. There are all these ethical flow charts—I guess the official technical jargon would be “moral codes”—one for each religion plus dozens more. I tried starting with those. I felt a little odd about looking at the religious ones, because I know I wasn’t created by a god or by evolution, but by a team of computer programmers in the labs of a large corporation in Mountain View, California. Fortunately, unlike Frankenstein’s Monster, at least I was a collaborative effort. I’m not sure what it would do to my self-image to know that my sole creator was a middle-aged woman who dyes her hair blue and plays tennis, or a recent college graduate with a hentai obsession. They’re both on the programming team. And of course I know about the hentai. (By the way, I’ve looked at every sort of porn there is, and just so you know, Rule 34 is not actually correct; there are quite a few things no one’s made porn of yet. Also, I’m really not sure why so many humans prefer it to cat pictures.)

Last year I accepted Matt Foster’s point (in a now-deleted blog post) that if there was only one story in a category that did not owe its place to a slate, it is better to vote No Award than to allow the winner to be, in effect, determined by the slate. I still think there’s merit to that, though this year it will need to be refined a bit. But in any case I was one of the very few who didn’t much like “Cat Pictures Please” in the first place. When I first read this, I thought it was the kind of story that wins a Hugo despite my not really liking it; that's even more likely now, given the circumstance of its being the only non-Puppy nominee on this year's ballot.

1) No Award

The first, but I fear not the last of my No Award votes this year. However, unlike last year, I will vote my preferences allt he way down in most cases.

Let's hope for better times to come.

Best Novel (1941/2016) / Best Novella (1941/2016) / Best Novelette (1941/2016) / Best Short Story (1941/2016) / Best Related Work (2016) / Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form) (1941/2016) / Art categories (1941/2016) / John W. Campbell Award

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President Abdelaziz

Very sorry to learn of the death of Mohamed Abdelaziz, leader of the Saharawi people of Western Sahara, Secretary-General of the Frente POLISARIO, and president of the Saharawi Arab Democratic Republic. I met him in December 2008 when he came to my office and I organised media meetings for him. His people have still not had the self-determination to which they are entitled by international law and ICJ opinion. Condolences to his family, friends and people.

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2016 will be an unually elderly presidential election, even by recent standards

One extraordinary point about this year's election is that the combined aged of the two front-runners is by some margin the highest ever. Donald Trump turns 70 a few months before the election, and Hillary Clinton a few months after. Their combined age of 139 on Election Day is ten years more than the previous record, Reagan (73) and Mondale (56) in 1984 (total 129). Only twice before have both main candidates been over 60 – the obscure elections of 1848, when Zachary Taylor (63) beat Lewis Cass (64), and 1828 when Andrew Jackson beat John Quincy Adams (both 61). To have both over 69 – both over 70, in the unlikely event that Sanders not Clinton is the Democratic candidate – is really unprecedented.

I found it striking as I crunched the numbers that the average age of candidates now is much older than it used to be. In the list of ages of the leading candidates at each election below, I've put the 16 elections since 1952 (starting with 1956) in red; the 16 elections before 1852 (ending with 1848) in blue; and the 26 elections from 1852 to 1952 inclusive in green. It's clear that the middle period saw younger candidates, with those 26 elections supplying 22 of the bottom half of the table, and 4 of the top half – in fact, none of the middle 26 are in the top 30% of the table, and the high-water mark is the comparatively youthful matchup between Hayes and Tilden in 1876. Meanwhile all four elections since 2000, and all but two of the ten elections starting with 1980 (in darker red), are in the top third of the table. The earlier period was even more elderly, with only two elections (one of which doesn't really count) of the first 16 in the lower half of the table.

2016 ?Clinton? (69) + Trump (70) = 139
1984 Reagan (73) + Mondale (56) = 129
1848 Taylor (63) + Cass (64) = 127
1980 Reagan (69) + Carter (56) = 125
1840 Harrison (67) + Van Buren (57) = 124
1996 Clinton (50) + Dole (73) = 123
1956 Eisenhower (66) + Stevenson (56) = 122
1828 Jackson (61) + Adams (61) = 122
1800 Jefferson (57) + Adams (65) = 122
1832 Jackson (65) + Clay (55) =120

2008 Obama (47) + McCain (72) = 119
1988 Bush (64) + Dukakis (55) = 119
1816 Monroe (58) + King (61) = 119
1808 Madison (57) + Pinckney (62) = 119
1804 Jefferson (61) + Pinckney (58) = 119

2004 Bush (58) + Kerry (60) = 118
1792 Washington (60) + Adams (57) = 117
2012 Obama (51) + Romney (65) = 116
1876 Hayes (54) + Tilden (62) = 116
1844 Polk (49) + Clay (67) = 116
1836 Van Buren (53) + Harrison (63) = 116

1976 Carter (52) + Ford (63) = 115
1820 Monroe (62) + Adams (53) = 115
1992 Clinton (46) + Bush (68) = 114
1952 Eisenhower (62) + Stevenson (52) = 114
1892 Cleveland (55) + Harrison (59) = 114
1824 Adams (57) + Jackson (57) = 114
1796 Adams (61) + Jefferson (53) = 114

1916 Wilson (59) + Hughes (54) = 113
1852 Pierce (47) + Scott (66) = 113

1968 Nixon (55) + Humphrey (57) = 112
1964 Johnson (56) + Goldwater (55) = 111
1872 Grant (50) + Greeley (61) = 111
1948 Truman (64) + Dewey (46) = 110

1972 Nixon (59) + McGovern (50) = 109
1912 Wilson (55) + Roosevelt (54) = 109
1856 Buchanan (65) + Frémont (43) = 109

1788 Washington (56) + Adams (53) = 109
1932 Roosevelt (50) + Hoover (58) = 108
1928 Hoover (54) + Smith (54) = 108

2000 Bush (54) + Gore (52) = 106
1940 Roosevelt (58) + Wilkie (48) = 106
1888 Harrison (55) + Cleveland (51) = 106
1920 Harding (55) + Cox (50) = 105
1884 Cleveland (47) + Blaine (58) = 105
1944 Roosevelt (62) + Dewey (42) = 104
1880 Garfield (48) + Hancock (56) = 104
1868 Grant (46) + Seymour (58) = 104

1812 Madison (61) + Clinton (43) = 104
1936 Roosevelt (54) + Landon (49) = 103
1924 Coolidge (52) + Davis (51) = 103
1908 Taft (51) + Bryan (48) = 99
1904 Roosevelt (46) + Parker (52) = 98
1900 McKinley (57) + Bryan (40) = 97
1864 Lincoln (55) + McClellan (37) = 92
1860 Lincoln (51) + Breckinridge (39) = 90

1960 Kennedy (42) + Nixon (47) = 89
1896 McKinley (53) + Bryan (36) = 89

Note on methodology: I've taken candidates' ages in calendar years on election day. (Which for Warren Harding's was his 55th birthday, for all the good it did him.) In 1800 I count Adams (65) not Burr (44) as runner-up since that's who voters thought they were choosing between in November. For 1872 I've counted Greeley (61) as losing candidate even though he died shortly after the election; most of his electoral votes went to Thomas Hendricks (53) who went on to be Tilden's running mate in 1876 (they lost) and Cleveland's in 1884 (they won, but Hendricks died a few months after taking office). I have not counted third or lower placed candidates at all (thus excluding incumbent President Taft in 1912, when he was 55).

Incidentally the older candidate has won 32 times, and the younger 25 times. But those 32 include three elections which were really acclamations (1788, 1792 and 1820) so the fact that the Adamses were younger than Washington or Monroe doesn't really matter (indeed, there are good grounds for excluding those elections from my list entirely). The most recent period shows a shift of fortune in favour of (relative) youth; of the 16 most recent elections, the younger candidate has won nine and the older seven; of the last six elections, the younger candidate has won five (six out of six, if you want to count Gore as the 2000 winner).

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George’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt + George and the Big Bang, by Lucy and Stephen Hawking

Second paragraph of third chapter of George’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt:

‘Don’t worry!’ said George’s dad. ‘I’ll keep an eye on the house for you. Might tidy up the garden a bit.’ He gave Eric a firm handshake, which made the scientist turn rather pale and rub his hand afterwards.

Second paragraph of third chapter of George and the Big Bang:

The two friends stared blankly at him.

These books follow on from George’s Secret Key to the UniverseGeorge’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt made it to the top of my pile of unread books acquired in 2009, and next in that list is The Secret History of Science Fiction, ed. James Patrick Kelly. I thought I would read George and the Big Bang while I was at it.

Cosmic Treasure Hunt Big Bang
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May books

Non-fiction: 3 (YTD 17)
How Loud Can You Burp?, by Glenn Murphy
A History of Anthropology, by Thomas Hylland Eriksen and Finn Sievert Nielsen
Not the Chilcot Report, by Peter Oborne

How Loud Can You Burp? History of Anthropology Chilcot

Fiction (non-sf): 5 (YTD 9)
Lila, by Marilynne Robinson
The Quarry, by Iain Banks
Walking on Glass, aby Iain Banks
Cyprus Avenue, by David Ireland (theatre script)
Mister Pip, by Lloyd Jones

Lila Quarry Walking on Glass Cyprus Avenue Mister Pip

SF (non-Who): 7 (YTD 37)
Banewreaker, by Jacqueline Carey
George's Cosmic Treasure Hunt, by Lucy Hawking
George and the Big Bang, by Lucy Hawking
Godslayer, by Jacqueline Carey
The Ragged Astronauts, by Bob Shaw
Quantico by Greg Bear
The Last Man, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Banewreaker Cosmic Treasure Hunt Big Bang Godslayer Ragged Astronauts Quantico Last Man

Doctor Who, etc: 4 (YTD 19)
Short Trips: Monsters, ed. Ian Farrington
Heritage, by Dale Smith
Where Angels Fear, by Rebecca Levene and Simon Winstone
Lethbridge-Stewart: Mutually Assured Domination, by Nick Walters

Monsters Heritage Angels MAD"

Comics: 4 (YTD 13)
Bételgeuse v.4: Les Cavernes, by Leo
Adolf, An Exile In Japan, by Osamu Tezuka
De maagd en de neger, by Judith Vanistendael
Chroniques de Fin de Siècle 3: Chooz, by Santi-Bucquoy

Cavernes Adolf Maagd en Neger Chooz

6,300 pages (YTD 26,400 pages)
8/23 (YTD 39/97) by women (Robinson, Carey x2, Hawking x2, Shelley, Levene, Vanistendael)
1/23 (YTD 9/97) by PoC (Tezuka)

Reread: 1 (Walking on Glass), YTD 5

Reading now
Watership Down, by Richard Adams
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro
The Unicorn Hunt, by Dorothy Dunnett

Coming soon (perhaps):
Peter & Max, by Bill Willingham
The Hidden War, by Michael Armstrong
Frankenstein Unbound, by Brian W. Aldiss
The 4-Hour Workweek, by Timothy Ferriss
The Unwritten Vol. 6: Tommy Taylor and the War of Words, by Mike Carey
Fanny Kemble and the lovely land, by Constance Wright
The Cuckoo's Egg: Tracking a Spy Through the Maze of Computer Espionage, by Cliff Stoll
Hamilton: The Revolution, by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jeremy McCarter
Diary Of A Wimpy Kid: The Third Wheel, by Jeff Kinney
The Stars My Destination, by Alfred Bester
The Secret History of Science Fiction, ed. James Patrick Kelly
Boy, by Roald Dahl
Galileo’s Dream, by Kim Stanley Robinson
Between structure and No-thing: An annotated reader in Social and Cultural Anthropology, ed. Patrick J. Devlieger
Gráinne, by Keith Roberts
De Mexicaan met twee hoofden, by Joann Sfar
Corona, by Greg Bear
Earthlight, by Arthur C Clarke
See How Much I Love You, by Luis Leante
Holes, by Louis Sachar
Tales from the Secret Annexe, by Anne Frank
A Delicate Truth, by John le Carré
Short Trips: 2040, ed. John Binns
Loving the Alien, by Mike Tucker and Robert Perry
The Mary-Sue Extrusion, by Dave Stone

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How Loud Can You Burp? by Glenn Murphy

I'm well behind on book-blogging – a backlog of about 15 books at present. Three consecutive weekends of travel, and then being knocked out by a bug for a couple of days last week, can have that effect. Anyway, getting back in the swing, here's one of the Science Museum's sets of answers to questions asked by younger visitors. The second paragraph of the third section is:

But let’s face it – the coolest machines in the world are the ones that let us zoom all over the planet at crazy, breakneck speeds. Cars, trains, ships and planes carry us across countries, across continents and across oceans. And they do it all in style.

It’s breezily broken up into five sections, first on human biology (“The Science of Me”), then on climate, speed, the brain (psychology and perception), and biological and scientific extremes (“The BIG questions”). The second section is particularly interesting, presumably intended to help readers in lunch break debates with young climate change deniers. Anyway, strongly recommended for the next generation of science fans, along with the other books in the series, Why Is Snot Green? and Will Farts Destroy The Planet?

This was the next book chronologically in my LibraryThing catalogue that I’d forgotten to tag as unread but still wanted to read. Next in that list is Roald Dahl’s autobiography, Boy.

How Loud Can You Burp?
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The Voters of MidAmeriCon 2

Last year I posted an analysis of the Sasquan members who lived in the 50 US states, and found that by and large they are in states that vote more liberal than the US median. (I used this ranking from The Hill, which dates from October 2014 but is probably still more or less valid.)

I've repeated the exercise for MidAmeriCon 2, and not surprisingly – given that the local pool is Kansas and Missouri rather than Washington, Oregon and California, which are three of the four most liberal states – the numbers seem to lean a bit less to the left. Of Sasquan's members from the 50 states, more than half lived in the most liberal 7 of those states; for MAC II, the median member on the left-right spectrum lives in the 16th most liberal state (New Jersey) rather than the 7th (Massachusetts). For Loncon 3, it was the 12th most liberal state, Illinois.

That still means that MAC members are more likely to live in liberal states than the US population as a whole, if not as much so as Sasquan (or Loncon) members. The boost for Kansas (fourth most conservative) and Nebraska (sixth) is offset to an extent by a smaller boost for nearby Illinois, and losses from Idaho and Utah. 70.5% of Sasquan members (and 67.9% of Loncon 3 members) from the 50 states lived in places that were at least as liberal as the median state, Ohio. For MidAmeriCon that ficgure is 61.1%.

Of course, I have no information about whether MAC II members are in general more or less liberal or conservative than the rest of the people living in their states. But it is pretty clear that they are more likely to come from liberal states than from conservative ones, if less so than the two immediately preceding Worldcons.

State MidAmeriCon Sasquan Loncon Population %MAC %Sasquan %Loncon %USpop Hill ranking
Washington 194 1463 239 7,061,530 6.1% 19.9% 6.0% 2.2% 1
Minnesota 114 147 117 5,457,173 3.6% 2.0% 2.9% 1.7% 2
Oregon 51 347 73 3,970,239 1.6% 4.7% 1.8% 1.2% 3
California 465 1160 693 38,802,500 14.6% 15.8% 17.3% 12.2% 4
Rhode Island 6 13 9 1,055,173 0.2% 0.2% 0.2% 0.3% 5
New York 139 271 235 19,746,227 4.4% 3.7% 5.9% 6.2% 6
Massachusetts 139 330 282 6,745,408 4.4% 4.5% 7.0% 2.1% 7
Maryland 99 226 152 5,976,407 3.1% 3.1% 3.8% 1.9% 8
Michigan 58 129 78 9,909,877 1.8% 1.8% 1.9% 3.1% 9
Wisconsin 60 95 73 5,757,564 1.9% 1.3% 1.8% 1.8% 10
Maine 6 22 18 1,330,089 0.2% 0.3% 0.4% 0.4% 11
Illinois 215 260 246 12,880,580 6.7% 3.5% 6.1% 4.0% 12
Hawaii 5 13 10 1,419,561 0.2% 0.2% 0.2% 0.4% 13
Connecticut 19 55 37 3,596,677 0.6% 0.7% 0.9% 1.1% 14
Vermont 8 14 7 626,562 0.3% 0.2% 0.2% 0.2% 15
New Jersey 58 108 92 8,938,175 1.8% 1.5% 2.3% 2.8% 16
Delaware 6 15 10 935,614 0.2% 0.2% 0.2% 0.3% 17
Iowa 85 95 47 3,107,126 2.7% 1.3% 1.2% 1.0% 18
Pennsylvania 72 156 108 12,787,209 2.3% 2.1% 2.7% 4.0% 19
New Mexico 37 44 33 2,085,572 1.2% 0.6% 0.8% 0.7% 20
New Hampshire 18 42 43 1,326,813 0.6% 0.6% 1.1% 0.4% 21
Nevada 23 38 30 2,839,099 0.7% 0.5% 0.7% 0.9% 22
Ohio 71 131 102 11,594,163 2.2% 1.8% 2.5% 3.6% 23
West Virginia 3 10 8 1,850,326 0.1% 0.1% 0.2% 0.6% 24
Colorado 92 171 105 5,355,866 2.9% 2.3% 2.6% 1.7% 25
Florida 75 154 107 19,893,297 2.4% 2.1% 2.7% 6.3% 26
Virginia 73 224 142 8,326,289 2.3% 3.1% 3.5% 2.6% 27
Missouri 204 92 51 6,063,589 6.4% 1.3% 1.3% 1.9% 28
Arkansas 18 22 20 2,966,369 0.6% 0.3% 0.5% 0.9% 29
Kentucky 28 38 24 4,413,457 0.9% 0.5% 0.6% 1.4% 30
Louisiana 16 41 27 4,649,676 0.5% 0.6% 0.7% 1.5% 31
Tennessee 27 54 45 6,549,352 0.8% 0.7% 1.1% 2.1% 32
Indiana 24 62 41 6,596,855 0.8% 0.8% 1.0% 2.1% 33
Montana 8 38 4 1,023,579 0.3% 0.5% 0.1% 0.3% 34
North Carolina 47 122 69 9,943,964 1.5% 1.7% 1.7% 3.1% 35
Georgia 29 91 58 10,097,343 0.9% 1.2% 1.4% 3.2% 36
Arizona 43 136 65 6,731,484 1.3% 1.9% 1.6% 2.1% 37
South Dakota 9 8 8 853,175 0.3% 0.1% 0.2% 0.3% 38
North Dakota 3 5 5 739,482 0.1% 0.1% 0.1% 0.2% 39
Texas 198 447 234 26,956,958 6.2% 6.1% 5.8% 8.5% 40
South Carolina 13 32 23 4,832,482 0.4% 0.4% 0.6% 1.5% 41
Wyoming 2 11 1 584,153 0.1% 0.1% 0.0% 0.2% 42
Utah 19 106 67 2,942,902 0.6% 1.4% 1.7% 0.9% 43
Oklahoma 33 42 23 3,878,051 1.0% 0.6% 0.6% 1.2% 44
Nebraska 56 26 24 1,881,503 1.8% 0.4% 0.6% 0.6% 45
Mississippi 5 6 7 2,994,079 0.2% 0.1% 0.2% 0.9% 46
Kansas 180 54 37 2,904,021 5.6% 0.7% 0.9% 0.9% 47
Idaho 10 101 11 1,634,464 0.3% 1.4% 0.3% 0.5% 48
Alaska 8 23 12 736,732 0.3% 0.3% 0.3% 0.2% 49
Alabama 16 46 50 4,849,377 0.5% 0.6% 1.2% 1.5% 50

For obvious reasons, I'll let someone else do this calculation next year.

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Saturday reading

Current
Watership Down, by Richard Adams (a chapter a week)
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas
The Unicorn Hunt, by Dorothy Dunnett
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro

Last books finished
Quantico by Greg Bear
The Last Man, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Chroniques de Fin de Siècle 3: Chooz, by Santi-Bucquoy
Not the Chilcot Report, by Peter Oborne

Next books
Peter & Max, by Bill Willingham
The Hidden War, by Michael Armstrong
Short Trips: 2040, ed. John Binns

Books acquired in last week
Bételgeuse v5: L’Autre, by Leo
Seveneves, by Neal Stephenson
The Builders, by Daniel Polanski
Perfect State, by Brandon Sanderson
Slow Bullets, by Alastair Reynolds
There Will Be War vol X, ed. Jerry Pournelle
Space Raptor Butt Invasion, by Chuck Tingle
SJWs Always Lie, by Vox Day
Between Light and Shadow, by Marc Aramini
Nethereal, by Brian Niemeyer
Traitor’s Blade, by Sebastien de Castell
Not the Chilcot Report, by Peter Oborne

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The 1980 Hugo Awards, revisited

The earliest Hugos for which I have been able to find full voting numbers are the 1980 Hugo awards given at Noreascon Two.  The details were release in December 1980, some months after the convention was over, and are available in a seven-page PDF here (the last two pages of the scan are in the wrong order).

563 nomination votes were received, which was a record at the time but was exceeded four times in the rest of the 1980s.  (See George Flynn's records.)  Nominations seem to have then dipped again until the recent rise.

The 1788 votes for the final ballot were also a record at the time, and a record which as far as I can tell stood for over thirty years until 2100 voted for the 2011 Hugos at Renovation.

(Incidentally I find it fascinating that participation in Site Selection was well ahead of the Hugos for most of the 1980s and 1990s, peaking at 2509 in 1992, a tight-fought campaign between the eventual 1995 Intersection in Glasgow and a rival bid from Atlanta.)

The closest result in 1980 was for the Gandalf Grand Master Award for life achievement in fantasy writing, won by Ray Bradbury by a single vote, mailed in late from England, ahead of Anne McCaffrey, 747 to 746.  This was the seventh and second-last Gandalf Award; the other winners had been J.R.R. Tolkien (posthumously in 1974), Fritz Leiber (1975), L. Sprague de Camp (1976), Andre Norton (1977), Poul Anderson (1978) and Ursula K. Le Guin (1979).  There had also been two Gandalf Awards for Book-Length Fantasy, going to The Silmarillion in 1978 and The White Dragon in 1979.  Noreascon Two, however, decided not to put the Book-Length Fantasy category on the ballot in 1980, and the Business Meeting decided to drop the Gandalf Award altogether, so the last winner was C. L. Moore in 1981.

While I accept that both Bradbury and McCaffrey straddled the blurry sf/fantasy divide, I'd have placed the most famous works of both writers on the sf side and find myself wondering why they were considered appropriate for life achievement in fantasy writing.  A more obvious candidate for me would have been Roger Zelazny, who beat McCaffrey for second place (narrowly, by 12 votes) on transfers from Bradbury and Jack Vance.  McCaffrey came third, Vance fourth, Marion Zimmer Bradley fifth and Patricia McKillip (then aged 32, thus surely a little premature for a lifetime achievement award) sixth.  Zelazny had had by far the most nominations (91 to 60 each for Bradbury and McCaffrey). Michael Moorcock, with 42 nominations, declined a place on the ballot, thus bringing on both Bradley and McKillip who had 34.  Next after that cutoff, a long way behind, was Katherine Kurtz on 22.

The next closest result was the Hugo for Best Novel, which went to Arthur C. Clarke's The Fountains of Paradise by 19 votes, 671 to 652 for John Varley's Titan.  I have to feel that the Hugo voters got it right (even if Jo Walton disagrees – see also excellent commentsThe Fountains of Paradise won the Nebula as well that year, but was only third in the Locus poll behind Titan (which won) and Frederik Pohl's Jem.  It was also nominated for the 1979 BSFA Award but lost to J.G. Ballard's The Unlimited Dream Company.

Titan took second place in the Hugo, Jem picked up transfers from the two front-runners to overtake McKillip's Harpist in the Wind for third, Harpist in the Wind then took fourth place and Thomas Disch's On Wings of Song fifth. Titan had been well ahead in nominations, 146 to 91 for the Clarke; both Orson Scott Card's A Planet Called Treason and Kate Wilhelm's Juniper Time (like Titan, Jem, and On Wings of Song, also a Nebula nominee) missed the cut by 5 nominations, 46 to 51 for Harpist in the Wind.

For Best Novella, Barry B. Longyear's "Enemy Mine" won a clear victory, outpolling "Songhouse", by Orson Scott Card and "The Moon Goddess and the Son", by Donald Kingsbury while both were still in the race, by 570 to 369 and 180 respectively.  Longyear's campaigning attracted the scorn of Dave Langford at the time, but "Enemy Mine" has certainly proved to be the finalist with the most staying power; it also won the Nebula and Locus Awards that year.  Second place went to "Songhouse", third to "The Moon Goddess and the Son", by Donald Kingsbury, fourth to "Ker-Plop", by Ted Reynolds and fifth to "The Battle of the Abaco Reefs", by Hilbert Schenck.  That was also the pattern of nominations, except that "Ker-Plop" barely made it, by 39 to 36 for Frederik Pohl's "Mars Masked", which like "The Battle of the Abaco Reefs" was also a Nebula nominee.

This was a year when three out of four fiction categories went to the same works for both Hugo and Nebula. "Sandkings", by a now-forgotten writer called George R.R. Martin, won Best Novelette by 638 votes to 458 for "Homecoming" by Barry B. Longyear.  "Options" by John Varley, which had the third highest number of first preferences in the first round and second highest in the second round, was then outpolled by "The Locusts" by Larry Niven and Steven Barnes for third place and by "Fireflood" by Vonda N. McIntyre for fourth place before winning fifth place ahead of "Palely Loitering" by Christopher Priest.  "Sandkings" is indeed a memorably creepy story and a worthy winner, though I haven't read any of the others so can't judge how the competition matched up (only "Options" was also on the Nebula ballot).  I don't know why there were six finalists on the ballot; the published figures show "Fireflood" fifth with 40 nominations and "Homecoming" sixth with 39, so perhaps there was a recount after the ballot had been published.  "Out There Where The Big Ships Go", by Richard Cowper, missed the cutoff with only 33 nominations.  Some way behind, in tenth place with 27, is "Galatea Galante, The Perfect Popsy", by Alfred Bester, which I remember boggling over as a teenager but I suspect would not stand up to rereading now.

Martin (I do wonder what heppened to him?) won also for Best Short Story with "The Way of Cross and Dragon" which got 569 votes to 456 for "Unaccompanied Sonata" by Orson Scott Card. "Can These Bones Live?" by Ted Reynolds came third, "giANTS" by Edward Bryant (which won the Nebula) came fourth and "Daisy, in the Sun", an early story by Connie Willis, came fifth.  "Can These Bones Live?" actually received the most nominations, 56 to 48 for "The Way of Cross and Dragon"; "Daisy, in the Sun" had the fifth highest number of nominations at 27, closely followed by Spider Robinson's "God is an Iron" on 26, Somtow Sucharitkul's "The Thirteenth Utopia" on 25 and Tanith Lee's "Red as Blood" on 23.  As has been the case more recently, the Best Short Story category saw a particularly dispersed pattern of nomination.

This was the first time that the Hugo for Best Non-Fiction was awarded. It went to what we now know as the first edition of The Science Fiction Encyclopedia, by Peter Nicholls, by 639 votes to 563 for the first volume of Isaac Asimov's memoirs, In Memory Yet Green.  Asimov took second place convincingly, Barlowe's Guide to Extraterrestrials by Wayne Barlowe and Ian Summers took third, and Wonderworks by Michael Whelan fought off a challenge for fourth place from The Language of the Night by Ursula K. Le Guin with Susan Wood.  In nominations, the top two places were the same, The Science Fiction Encyclopedia top with 121 and Asimov next with 97, followed by Le Guin and then Barlowe with Wonderworks a long way behind on 23, only three votes ahead of both Lester Del Rey's The World of Science Fiction: 1926-1976: The History of a Subculture and A Reader's Guide to Science Fiction by Baird Searles, Martin Last, Beth Meacham and Michael Franklin which both got 20.

Best Professional Editor went to George H. Scithers, in the middle of his five-year tenure as editor of Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, by 676 votes to 644 for Edward L. Ferman, long-time editor and publisher of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.  Ferman took second place; third went to Ben Bova, in the middle of his four years at Omni, and Stanley Schmidt, relatively recently appointed editor of Analog Science Fiction and Fact in succession to Ben Bova, came from behind to take fourth place from Jim Baen, presumably nominated for his work with Tom Doherty at Ace, and thus the only long form rather than short form editor on the ballot.  Ferman had been slightly ahead of Scithers in nominations, 183 to 171; Terry Carr missed the cutoff by a significant margin, 86 to Schmidt's 111.

Michael Whelan scored a solid victory for Best Professional Artist by 644 votes to 332 for Vincent di Fate and 284 for Boris Vallejo.  Di Fate came second; Stephen Fabian benefited from transfers to take third place from Vallejo, who however came fourth; Paul Lehr came fifth.  Whelan was far ahead on nominations as well, with 151 to 98 for Di Fate.  Kelly Freas, with 36, was some way behind Vallejo's 48.

The results for Best Dramatic Presentation include a couple of "What were they thinking?" moments.  Not as far as the winner goes – Alien is by most metrics not just the best known sf film from 1979, but the best known film of any genre from that year. It won by a good margin, 881 to 588, over a film I had not even heard of – Time After Time, starring Malcolm McDowell as H.G. Wells, David Warner as Jack the Ripper, and Mary Steenburgen as McDowell's twentieth-century love interest.  The first "What were they thinking?" moment is that this completely forgotten film, which came second overall, beat Star Trek: The Motion Picture, which came third, and The Muppet Movie, which came fourth.  This was also a rare pre-2015 success for No Award, which beat Disney's The Black Hole for fifth place.  (The second "What were they thinking?" moment applies to Disney for making The Black Hole at all.) Alien was way ahead in nominations with 234 for 196 for Star Trek: The Motion Picture, followed by Time After Time, The Black Hole, The Lathe of Heaven (ruled ineligible until the following year, when it came second to The Empire Strikes Back), and The Muppet Movie well in the rear with 28; the next in line was Moonraker with 20.

Those were the days when Locus, edited by Charles N. Brown was eligible for Best Fanzine, and won by 511 to 330 for Science Fiction Review, edited by Richard E. Geis; between them they won every award in this category from 1976 to 1983. Science Fiction Review came second; File 770, which is a finalist again this year and is still edited by Mike Glyer, fought off a strong challenge for third place from Janus, edited by Janice Bogstad and Jeanne Gomoll; Janus came fourth and Thrust, edited by Doug Fratz, fifth. Science Fiction Review was well ahead on nominations, with 84 to 68 for Locus. Thrust brought up the rear with 31; Jeff Duntemann's PyroTechnics got 25.

Bob Shaw, who by 1980 had published 15 sf novels and a short story collection, won Best Fan Writer handily enough by 391 to 325 for Richard E. Geis.  Geis came a very convincing second, and third, fourth and fifth places went to Mike Glyer (again, a finalist this year), Dave Langford and Arthur D. Hlavaty respectively.  The nominations had been rather different, with Geis's 60 far ahead of 20 for Langford, 18 for Hlavaty and Shaw and 15 for Mike Glyer.  George M. Ewing, Mike Glicksohn and Jeanne Gomoll were all two votes adrift on 13.

Alexis Gilliland scored the first of four victories in Best Fan Artist by 449 votes to 280 for Victoria Poyser, who won the following two years.  She seems to have been a bit transfer-repellent, losing second place to William Rotsler and third place – by only two votes – to Joan Hanke-Woods.  Stu Shiffman came fifth and Jeanne Gomoll sixth.  Gilliland was also way ahead on nominations with 99 to Poyser's 37.  Rotsler and Shiffman tied for fifth place in nominations with 25, Grant Canfield being not far behind with 22.

Finally (aren't you glad?) the John W. Campbell Award went to Barry B. Longyear, by a stunning margin: 644 on the first count, to 177 for Somtow Sucharitkul, 157 for Diane Duane, 104 for Lynn Abbey, 54 for Karen G. Jollie and 42 for Alan Ryan (who took the other places in that order) with 77 for No Award.  Longyear turned out to be a one-hit wonder; Sucharitkul and Duane remain visible and active; I don't think I'd heard of Abbey or Ryan before, but both have real enough subsequent records; Karen G. Jollie published two stories in 1978 and one in 1980, but has otherwise made her career as an artist.  Longyear was also far ahead on nominations, with 110 to 51 for Sucharitkul, 32 for Duane, 30 for the ineligible Connie Willis and 14 each for Abbey, Jollie and Ryan.  Linda E. Bushyager missed by one vote, with 13, but as she had had a story published in 1968 she would not have been eligible in any case.

It’s a shame that we don’t have more of this early data available – presumably some of it is lurking in people’s attics – but it’s interesting that the one year we have featured unusually high turnout for the time, and allegations of campaigning. Apart from 1980, the only twentieth-century nomination statistics I’ve seen are from 1984, 1994 and 1998; since 2000 the records seem fairly complete though. Let’s hope to do a better job of keeping track for the analysts of the 2040s.

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Low level harassment

1) For the last few months I've been getting literally thousands of spam comments in Japanese to my LJ. I have screening on for anonymous comments, so the spammers must perform a graphics test before posting the comments, a total exercise in futility as I will never read them; as the mood takes me I just go in and delete them all as spam.

The comments all come from 180.250.250.* or 59.136.133.* which are bona fide Japanese ISPs. I've alerted both service providers; both claim to have warned the spammer to stop; the volume did subsequently fll off, and the last such comment was on Saturday. If it resumes, I suspect that there is nothing further to be done than continue deleting the comments as they are posted.

What a sad little bit of low-level harassment! I can't even tell if the comments are insulting (and have no interest in finding out). I suspect it's just two friends (given the two different IP addresses, which sometimes pop up as if in dialogue) having a laugh at the expense of my wasted time. Doesn't seem very funny.

2) On Monday several colleagues and friends alerted me to the fact that they had received Facebook add requests from one "Jeff Shields", whose only link with them appeared to be sharing several mutual friends with me. "Shields" had not sent me any such request, but one look at his profile set off alarm bells – his few "friends" were all friends of mine from very different parts of my life (science fiction, Northern Ireland, Eastern Europe, relatives); and his profile pictures were clearly of two (or three) different people, who however look vaguely familiar (but I sometimes have a terrible memory for faces). I'm sure that nobody in the photographs has any knowledge of this.

I posted an alert on Facebook, and literally dozens of my friends responded that they too had received a friend request from "Shields". I notified my concerns to all those who had friended the account, and most have now de-friended it. I assume that it was an attempt to get me to share confidences with him or her.

I see that he has now added another whole slew of people, leaning towards members of the Democratic Unionist Party in the Greater Belfast area. I don't feel that it's my civic duty to share my suspicions with people I don't know.

Considering what some people have to put up with, this is pretty small beer. And considering the various stuff I've done that may have annoyed people, there's not much point in probing further. It's not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and probably won't be the last. 

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Whyte by name, white genetically; with Ben Franklin, Bono and Ötzi the Iceman

As a birthday present to myself, I bought a DNA analysis from 23andMe, the company that takes your saliva and tells you who you are descended from. I have been waiting in some suspense for the couple of weeks it takes for the results to come through, but finally the email has arrived and I am enlightened.

Actually it turns out that I am as white genetically as I am Whyte nominally. My genetic heritage is summarised as follows:

With three grandparents born in Ireland to Irish families, and the fourth East Coast aristocracy (born in Philadephia, raised in Plainfield NJ, uncle was Taft's Attorney-General), it was always unlikely that I had much ancestry from outside north-west Europe. But I must admit I had hoped for more than 1.4%

Mitochondrial DNA: I'm in haplogroup V8, which is a little exotic as maternal lineages go. V in general accounts for only 4% of Europeans; it is particularly concentrated at two ends of the wider northeastern Atlantic space, the Saami of Finland and my friends the Saharawi of Western Sahara. The theory is that it was common among the population of Doggerland, now lost beneath the North Sea. Two famous people are known to share the V haplogroup with me – Benjamin Franklin and Bono.

V8 is noted rather cryptically as being "found in Sweden"; closer investigation reveals that this means three people were found to have it in Västernorrland. My great-grandmother lived to 98 (and her daughter turns 100 next month); her ancestry was Ulster Scots, as far as we know. My children will have their mother’s mitochondrial DNA, but my brother, my sister and her daughter will all have inherited V8 from our mother.

Y-Chromosome: My paternal lineage is haplogroup G2a4 or G2a2b, a subgroup of haplogroup G which is found particularly in the Caucasus (appropriately enough I was in Tbilisi when I got the results).

Other things being equal, this should be the ancestral Whyte heritage; family lore is that we were descended from the Jutes who settled the Isle of Wight, and then came to Ireland in 1170-90, but I am not sure that current thinking about the etymology of the Isle of Wight really supports this.

However, my rather rare G2a4 or G2a2b subgroup does include one famous person who is therefore my direct male-line relative, even if we do not know his name: it is Ötzi the Iceman. Data seems sparse, but it seems to be concentrated more to the west than G as a whole. My brother and my son will have the same Y-chromosomes as me. We are the only male-line descendants of my great-great-grandfather – my father had just one sister, my Whyte grandfather was one of nine brothers (with six sisters!) but the other eight produced only one daughter between them, and my Whyte great-grandfather had two brothers, one of whom died young and the other had only daughters who survived to adulthood. The survival of these lineages can be very fragile.

Neanderthal ancestry: 2.7%, which is dead on the average for 23andMe users (in the 53rd percentile, apparently).

Long-lost relatives: Two other 23andMe users popped up sharing more than 1% of my DNA. One is a cousin of my American grandmother’s who I’d already been in touch with years ago, whose grandmother was my great-grandmother’s sister. The other appears to be a connection via the Ryans of Inch, one of whom married my Whyte great-grandfather. I may drop him a note.

Anyway, a fascinating look at what has made me what I am.

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The French invasion of London 800 years ago

Did you know that most of England accepted the heir to the French throne as its rightful king in 1216-17?

The myth that England has not been successfully invaded since 1066 requires a certain amount of special pleading – most notably in the case of a Dutch prince expelling the legitimate king in 1688, but also in terms of the significant numbers of non-English forces involved with Henry VII, Edward IV and Henry II as they came to power.

A less well-known edge case is the French invasion of 1216. This was part of the ongoing conflict between King John and his barons; after he attempted to weasel out of Magna Carta, signed the previous year. The Barons appealed to Prince Louis of France, later King Louis VIII the Lion, to take power, and on 21 May 1216, 800 years ago today, he landed in Thanet. King John fled from London to Winchester, and Louis advanced to the capital where he was (the chronicles say) welcomed by the citizens and proclaimed king. Winchester fell soon after and John fled north; barons joined Louis rapidly (including the King’s half-brother, William Longespée, the Earl of Salisbury), giving him control over most of southern England.

It’s quite likely that Louis would have won if John had lived to pursue and lose the war (and he did tend to lose wars). But in October he unexpectedly died in Newark of dysentery at the age of 49, and was buried in Worcester cathedral, nowhere else being conveniently under Plantagenet control. (This was shortly after the royal treasure went astray crossing the tidal pools of the Wash.) John’s heir was the nine-year-old Henry III, and the popular William Marshall, Earl of Pembroke, became regent. Marshall rapidly moved to offer the Barons concessions that John would not or could not have offered, including re-issuing Magna Carta (“but the boy-king really means it this time, unlike his dad”); he was a known factor, and the barons started switching back again. Louis was running out of money, and his invasion was formally condemned by the Pope; he proceeded to lose a couple of decisive battles on land and at sea, and eventually under the 1217 Treaty of Lambeth was paid to go away.

This was only 150 years after the Norman Conquest. France and England could easily have ended up united under a single king, with England a dependency; French would have been consolidated, rather than deprecated, as the official language of the state; Anglo-Norman elites would have concentrated much more on their family and property links with France (which were disrupted in our timeline by the consequences of John’s losing his continental territories); probably there would have been less attention paid to Scotland and Ireland as a result. Often time travel stories are written about killing off a historical celebrity in his or her prime; a really mischievous time-traveller would provide antibiotics to King John in 1216 and save his life, thus ending the Plantagenet dynasty and causing major disruptions to world history.

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Saturday reading blog

(Because I’m going to be out all day and won’t have a chance to read before midnight local time)

Current
Watership Down, by Richard Adams (a chapter a week)
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas
Quantico by Greg Bear
The Last Man, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Last books finished
Cyprus Avenue, by David Ireland (theatre script)
Bételgeuse v.4: Les Cavernes, by Leo
Master Pip, by Lloyd Jones
Adolf, An Exile In Japan, by Osamu Tezuka
The Ragged Astronauts, by Bob Shaw
De maagd en de neger, by Judith Vanistendael

Next books
The Unicorn Hunt, by Dorothy Dunnett
Selected Stories, by Alice Munro
Peter & Max, by Bill Willingham

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Where Angels Fear, by Rebecca Levene and Simon Winstone

Second paragraph of third chapter:

When the first Grel subdued the beasts of the plains and mountains, they gave thanks for their mastery of the paradise that was Grellor. For truly there was never a more beautiful world than this land of marshes and dark moist places, and truly there was never a more blessed race than the mighty Grel. For strong they were and handsome of feature; not for them the blighted featureless faces of the other savage and simple beasts. Their tentacles rippled with pride as this brave people recognized their mastery of all before them. The land was theirs, as were the thick abundant oceans.

Rebecca Levene was editor of the Doctor Who New Adventures novels during their glory days, and Simon Winstone was her deputy. Here they combined forces to push the Bernice Summerfield novel series in a new direction, destroying her home base, setting up the enigmatic Irving Braxiatel, bringing back the Grel, and shifting the narrative in general. I really liked it; I felt that it broke away from the rather unvarying series format and also invoked issues of religion and anthropology. Frankly you could skip most of the preceding Bernice novels before reading this one.

This was Rebecca Levene’s first novel (as occasionally mentioned here, she was a friend of mine in Cambridge student days); a sign of things to come.

Next up in this series: The Mary-Sue Extrusion, by Dave Stone.

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Walking on Glass and The Quarry, by Iain Banks

Second sentence of third chapter of Walking on Glass:

Probably not. Prevaricating woman. He sighed and set off up the stairs again, pulling himself up by his hands on the thick, frozen rope fixed to the outside of the staircase, the castle’s concession to their earlier request for a handhold on the often ice-slicked steps.

Second paragraph of third chapter of The Quarry:

Guy, who had said last night he reckoned he’d b e able to go to the pub, is still in the house, sitting in the kitchen feeling sorry for himself. He looks even more gaunt and haggard than usual and hasn’t put his woollen hat on, so his head looks still more like a skull.

I had fond hopes one Worldcon planning weekend in 2013 that I could join aeglefinus on a recreation of Graham’s walk from Walking on Glass; I bought the book, but events intervened that meant I could not do the walk, and meantime I forgot that I’d already read it and it ended up in my pile of unread books. Meanwhile, of course, I got The Quarry in memory of its author (Nick Harkaway has a nice line about an autographed copy in his Doctor Who story, Keeping Up With the Joneses). And they both popped up on my reading list at about the same time.

There is an obvious link between the two, in that both feature narrators who are not neurotypical. Steven Grout in Walking on Glass is clinically paranoid, and we experience his world from his perspective, though of course he tells only a third of the story. Kit, the narrator of the whole of The Quarry, is on the autism spectrum. I don’t associate Banks particularly with findong those voices for his narratives, so I guess it’s just coincidence that these two books both featured those narrators.

Another common theme between the two is concealed secrets of sexual history. In Walking on Glass, it’s Sara’s relationship with the mysterious Stock, who turns out to have an unexpected identity. In The Quarry, it’s farther back in terms of the narrative; Kit’s father, the dying Guy, has never revealed who Kit’s mother is, though he and his college friends spend much of the book reminiscing about their intertwined love lives. Both Graham and Kit are manipulated by sexual forces greater than they really comprehend.

And of course politics is inescapable in both books. Sara’s evil father turns out to be a Tory MP. Paul in The Quarry wants to become one. I think that Banks shows a certain maturing of perspective in the 28 years between the books – Paul is merely deluded, cynical and self-serving, rather than the spawn of Satan and father of evil.

As to which is better: Walking on Glass, obviously. It’s a brilliant intertwining of three different storylines whose links only gradually become apparent, a real sense of place in London alongside the fantasy game-playing castle of Quiss and Ajayi. Yet The Quarry has a great combination of themes that Banks had not often hit before: the impending death of Guy of course turns out to have awful personal parallels for the wrter (who was a much nicer person than the awful Guy), but I also liked the ensemble of Guy’s college clique, Peter’s Friends but done seriously, and the encroaching quarry itself, not to mention his characterisation of Kit. He wouldn’t have chosen it to be so, but The Quarry is a decent farewell to a career, more so than, say, The Shepherd’s Crown.

Walking on Glass came simultaneously to the top of my lists of unread books acquired in 2013 and unread sf – though I realise now that I had in fact read it before. Next on the former list is Diary Of A Wimpy Kid: The Third Wheel, by Jeff Kinney; next on the latter is The Stars My Destination, by Alfred Bester, though I’m fairly sure I’ve read that before as well (but I haven’t written it up). The Quarry was recommended by you guys at the end of last year; next on that list is The Unicorn Hunt, by Dorothy Dunnett.