The Battle of the Moy: Or How Ireland Gained Her Independence in 1892-1894

This is one of the small subgenre of Irish Home Rule future histories published towards the end of the 19th century, most of which forecast disaster for both Britain and Ireland as a Consequnce of Irish self-government; There are a couple of exceptions, including John Francis Maguire's The Next Generation and, as you may have deduced from the title, this anonymous 74-page pamphlet, published in Boston in 1883, thought that Irish independence, never mind Home Rule, would be a Good Thing. You can get it for free here.

It's an interesting scenario, especially for a story written before Parnell's electoral triumph of 1885. The context for the story is one of general European disintegration, as indeed was the case when push eventually did come to shove forty years after writing and thirty years after the story is set:

The year 1892 opened upon a gloomy prospect,—a period of impending strife and conflict in Europe. Eveiy-where discontent was manifest, and people grew more and more restless under the government of kings and princes. Nihilism, Socialism, and Democracy honeycombed and permeated every civilized community. The Russian government, as a last resort to escape destruction, had granted autonomy to long-suffering Poland ; the Turks had retired to the Asiatic side of the Bosphorus, whence they came ; and the Greeks, whose territory was now expanded to its ancient domain, occupied Constantinople as their original capital, Byzantium. Bosnia, Herzegovina, and Albania had been consolidated with Dalmatia as a Christian republic, called the Dalmatian League. Norway, separated from Sweden, had become a republic. The people of British North America had asked and had received autonomy, and were now the Republic of Canada. India, taking fire from the example of Christian lands, became restive, and consequently England had sent large bodies of troops thither ; but Ireland still occupied her old position, not as, according to the Act of Union, a component, sovereign part of the Empire, but as a vassal dependency.

The outbreak of a European conflict – Germany, allied with Austria, invades the Netherlands and Belgium – creates Ireland's opportunity; the Irish army, trained in America and with German support, lands near Ballina and fights a decisive battle with the British at the Moy River (I had slightly hoped that the title might refer to Moy in County Tyrone, but it was not to be). There is another battle at Grangegorman in Dublin, in which the Irish/German army unleashes the awesome destructive power of a super bomb, causing the surrender of the remnants of the British garrison, after which the victorious Irish army is welcomed with public celebration into every major city, including Belfast. King Edward's government must therefore sue for peace, and the newly independent Irish state becomes an earthly paradise.

I found it very interesting that the dispositions of the various Irish/German and British troops are given in considerable detail – it's as if the writer had been working out the scenarios with tabletop miniatures on maps of the territory, and I must say that in places it descends into a game report. What the writer misses, of course, is that when the war for Irish independence actually came it was irregular forces on both sides that shaped the outcome, including the police and auxiliary police. If you're writing in 1882 and reading about the Franco-Prussian War and the American Civil War, it's an understandable mistake to make – though the Balkan wars of 1877-79 clearly weren't scrutinised very closely except as news items (as is apparent from the opening paragraph above). One of Shaw's targets in Arms and the Man, written only a few years later and set in 1885, is the armchair war enthusiast who thinks it's all about glorious cavalry charges.

Another point that struck me was the political geography of Dublin, particularly as it relates to the 1916 Rising. Both military plans, from this book and real life, were fairly crazy. The Battle of the Moy has a victorious insurgent army coming in from the northwest and overwhelming the Brits after the Grangegorman kerfuffle. Pearse and Connolly seized the General Post Office, but failed to assert control of either Dublin Castle or indeed the actual phone exchange. But the wider point is that while we now think of the government quarter of Dublin as being in the block centred on Leinster House, in both 1882 and 1916 it was really Dublin Castle with an extension down to the Four Courts. I don't think there were any government buildings on Merrion Square until the Department of Agriculture arrived there in 1899. (The Battle of Moy is inconsistent as to whether the Irish Parliament returns to College Green before or after independence.)

Anyway, a short future history book of the past, well worth looking at if you are familiar with Irish geography and history, probably not otherwise. I wonder who wrote it?

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Links I found interesting for 25-05-2015

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My votes in the Hugo Artist categories

Best Fan Artist is the only category which was left un-piddled on by the slatemongers. As usual, it's a mixture of familiar names and new; also as usual, I find the new ones more interesting. And they managed to get on the ballot with no need for an organised campaign…

My ranking:

5) Steve Stiles
4) Brad Foster
3) Niini Aalto
2) Spring Schoenhuth
1) Elizabeth Leggett

My ranking is very similar to that of Joe Sherry. He is rather mercilessly wielding “No Award” after his top two. Certainly I too am being more merciless than usual in voting “No Award” this year, and not only on the slate candidates; I may also put it third, but I will also rank those finalists that I put below “No Award” in this category.

For Best Professional Artist, there is only one non-slate finalist, Julie Dillon. I'll be honest; I prefer at least one of the other artists to her, but I am voting for “No Award” against any finalist whose place on the ballot has been secured as part of a political campaign by a racist misogynist. This does not reflect on the artists themselves, whose interests and motives do not concern me here. But I'm taking the reflections of Matt Foster very seriously, and I think I will simply vote 1) No Award, 2) Julie Dillon this year. We have been denied a proper vote in this category, as in so many others.

2015 Hugos: Initial observations | Voting No Award above the slates | How the slate was(n’t) crowdsourced | Where the new voters are
Best Novel | Short fiction | Best Related Work | Best Graphic Story | Pro and Fan Artist | Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form), Best Fan Writer, John W. Campbell Award

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The Evolution Man, by Roy Lewis

I have on the shelf another of Lewis’s novels, The Extraordinary Reign of King Ludd, set in an alternate history where the 1848 revolutions succeeded and the crowns of the British and Mughal Empires were united in marriage. Eighty years on, King-Emperor George Akbar I is struggling with technology; I don’t remember a lot else except that I think there was another revolution at the end.

I got hold of The Evolution Man (aka What We Did to Father aka How I Ate My Father aka Once upon an Ice Age) after reading Terry Pratchett’s repeated recommendations in A Slip of the Keyboard. It really is hilarious, a novel of cavemen who talk to each other in mid-twentieth century schoolboy prose, with names like Oswald, Ernest and Wilbur – clearly aimed in part at William Golding’s The Inheritors, and perhaps also at any number of caveman films. Their father worries about which end of the Pleistocene era they are living at, but invents fire, thus causing a technological revolution. I’m sure that the young Douglas Adams must have read it too; there are strong echoes of the humour of Hitch-hiker here, if anything more so than of Pratchett (though there are shades of Lewis’s the treatment of technology in the early Rincewind/Twoflower relationship). It’s a very short book at 120 pages, and there really is only one joke, but it’s worked through in several different variations to a satisfactory and tasty conclusion.

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Write It Right A Little Blacklist of Literary Faults, by Ambrose Bierce

A style guide for American writers in 1909, some of which must have seemed absurdly pedantic at the time and much of which seems obsolete now (though in a few cases I can regret that the battle has been lost). Here are a few examples of usages to which Bierce objected:

Casualties for Losses in Battle. The essence of casualty is accident, absence of design. Death and wounds in battle are produced otherwise, are expectable and expected, and, by the enemy, intentional.

Conservative for Moderate. “A conservative estimate”; “a conservative forecast”; “a conservative statement,” and so on. These and many other abuses of the word are of recent growth in the newspapers and “halls of legislation.” Having been found to have several meanings, conservative seems to be thought to mean everything.

Demean for Debase or Degrade. “He demeaned himself by accepting charity.” The word relates, not to meanness, but to demeanor, conduct, behavior. One may demean oneself with dignity and credit.

Endorse for Approve. To endorse is to write upon the back of, or to sign the promissory note of another. It is a commercial word, having insufficient dignity for literary use. You may endorse a check, but you approve a policy, or statement.

Expectorate for Spit. The former word is frequently used, even in laws and ordinances, as a euphemism for the latter. It not only means something entirely different, but to one with a Latin ear is far more offensive.

Forebears for Ancestors. The word is sometimes spelled forbears, a worse spelling than the other, but not much. If used at all it should be spelled forebeers, for it means those who have been before. A forebe-er is one who fore-was. Considered in any way, it is a senseless word.

Gubernatorial. Eschew it; it is not English, is needless and bombastic. Leave it to those who call a political office a “chair.” “Gubernatorial chair” is good enough for them. So is hanging.

Imaginary Line. The adjective is needless. Geometrically, every line is imaginary; its graphic representation is a mark. True the text-books say, draw a line, but in a mathematical sense the line already exists; the drawing only makes its course visible.

Insignificant for Trivial, or Small. Insignificant means not signifying anything, and should be used only in contrast, expressed or implied, with something that is important for what it implies. The bear’s tail may be insignificant to a naturalist tracing the animal’s descent from an earlier species, but to the rest of us, not concerned with the matter, it is merely small.

Last and Past. “Last week.” “The past week.” Neither is accurate: a week cannot be the last if another is already begun; and all weeks except this one are past. Here two wrongs seem to make a right: we can say the week last past. But will we? I trow not.

Literally for Figuratively. “The stream was literally alive with fish.” “His eloquence literally swept the audience from its feet.” It is bad enough to exaggerate, but to affirm the truth of the exaggeration is intolerable.

Moneyed for Wealthy. “The moneyed men of New York.” One might as sensibly say, “The cattled men of Texas,” or, “The lobstered men of the fish market.”

Novel for Romance. In a novel there is at least an apparent attention to considerations of probability; it is a narrative of what might occur. Romance flies with a free wing and owns no allegiance to likelihood. Both are fiction, both works of imagination, but should not be confounded. They are as distinct as beast and bird.

Pants for Trousers. Abbreviated from pantaloons, which are no longer worn. Vulgar exceedingly.

Practically for Virtually. This error is very common. “It is practically conceded.” “The decision was practically unanimous.” “The panther and the cougar are practically the same animal.” These and similar misapplications of the word are virtually without excuse.

Proven for Proved. Good Scotch, but bad English.

Responsible. “The bad weather is responsible for much sickness.” “His intemperance was responsible for his crime.” Responsibility is not an attribute of anything but human beings, and few of these can respond, in damages or otherwise. Responsible is nearly synonymous with accountable and answerable, which, also, are frequently misused.

Spend for Pass. “We shall spend the summer in Europe.” Spend denotes a voluntary relinquishment, but time goes from us against our will.

To. As part of an infinitive it should not be separated from the other part by an adverb, as, “to hastily think,” for hastily to think, or, to think hastily. Condemnation of the split infinitive is now pretty general, but it is only recently that any one seems to have thought of it. Our forefathers and we elder writers of this generation used it freely and without shame—perhaps because it had not a name, and our crime could not be pointed out without too much explanation.

United States as a Singular Noun. “The United States is for peace.” The fact that we are in some ways one nation has nothing to do with it; it is enough to know that the word States is plural—if not, what is State? It would be pretty hard on a foreigner skilled in the English tongue if he could not venture to use our national name without having made a study of the history of our Constitution and political institutions. Grammar has not a speaking acquaintance with politics, and patriotic pride is not schoolmaster to syntax.

Entertaining even where one doesn’t agree with him.

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Wages of Sin, by Andrew M. Greeley

This is the last of seven books by Greeley set in and around Irish Chicago in the late twentieth century; the only other one I had read was the first in the series, Virgin and Martyr, which I thoroughly enjoyed many years ago. This was also thoroughly enjoyable, the story of Lorcan Flynn, a mostly respectable businessman who becomes motivated to dig into mysterious events of his youth – how he lost his first love, and the death of her relatives in an unsolved explosion thirty-five years earlier -and starts to uncover answers that are difficult to live with. As was usually the case with Greeley, his protagonists are flawed but have their own kind of integrity (apart from a couple of cartoony villains), and underpinning a lot of is lies an optimistic view of an imperfect church. Not deep literature but a fun read.

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The Startup of You, by Reid Hoffmann and Ben Canocha

I do like to read the odd personal development book sometimes, but in general I like them more than this one, which summarises its approach thus:

How do you survive and thrive in this fiercely competitive economy? You need a whole new entrepreneurial mindset and skill set. Drawing on the best of Silicon Valley, The Start-Up of You helps you accelerate your career and take control of your future–no matter your profession.

The authors mock the What Color Is Your Parachute approach of establishing a clear desired vision, and urge instead an aggressively flexible approach of constantly rethinking your priorities, which to me sounds like an awful lot of work. It seemed to me full of assumptions about personal values and experiences which will apply only to a small subset of people, most of whom are either already very well off or are already well-placed to become so. There is no harm in encouraging people to think creatively, and some of the ideas about networking are actually rather good, but I don’t recommend this particularly strongly.

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Bételgeuse, Tome 2 : Les survivants, by Leo

Something of a middle book in this five-part series: our heroine Kim continues to lead her expedition of a group comprising different human factions deep into the interior of the planetary jungle of Bételgeuse, to try and find the secret of the alien iums. There is a fun swimming scene, and also a vivid sequence of alien creatures wandering through a human settlement causing mayhem. And there is a welcome reappearance at the end. But I’ll hope for a bit more plot in the next volume.

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Thursday reading

Current
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy (a chapter a day; getting very near the end now)
Watership Down, by Richard Adams (a chapter a week)
The Egyptian, by Mika Waltari

Last books finished
The Evolution Man, by Roy Lewis
Mating, by Norman Rush
The Battle of the Moy: Or How Ireland Gained Her Independence in 1892-1894, by Anonymous
Wisdom from My Internet, by Michael Z. Williamson (not finished)
The Deaths of Tao, by Wesley Chu (not finished)
The Dark Between the Stars, by Kevin J. Anderson (not finished)

Next books
The Painted Man/The Warded Man, by Peter V. Brett
The Complete Robot, by Isaac Asimov

Books acquired in last week
Amoras v2: Jerusalem, by “Willy Vandersteen” [Marc Legendre]
Apostata Bundel 2 [Argentoratum + Paulus Catena], by Ken Broeders
Suske en Wiske v 150: Het Spaanse spook, by Willy Vandersteen
Austerity Britain, 1945-1951, by David Kynaston
Sally Heathcote: Suffragette, by Mary Talbot, Kate Charlesworth, and Bryan Talbot
The Battle of the Moy: Or How Ireland Gained Her Independence in 1892-1894, by Anonymous
The Dark Between the Stars, by Kevin J. Anderson 
Big Boys Don’t Cry, by Tom Kratman 
One Bright Star to Guide Them by John C. Wright
Transhuman and Subhuman: Essays on Science Fiction and Awful Truth, by John C. Wright
Wisdom from My Internet, by Michael Z. Williamson 
The Deaths of Tao, by Wesley Chu

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The Jonah Kit, by Ian Watson

I’m sorry to say that I bounced off this 1977 BSFA Award winner pretty thoroughly. The basic scientific hook, imprinting a dead cosmonaut’s mind onto the brain of a child, is interesting enough, but the general setting of decaying contemporary civilisation is depressing without being completely convincing; whereas the characters are convincingly nasty unpleasant people who it is difficult to get interested in. I bounced off The Miracle Visitors too; Adam Roberts took me to task for that, but has since deleted his post. Well, I have two more Watsons on the shelf, so we’ll see if they can pull me round.

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Links I found interesting for 20-05-2015

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Wisdom from my Internet, by Michael Z. Williamson

Thanks to the Hugo Voter package, we can now read most of the finalists. This one is a collection of thoughts, mostly Tweets and comments to other people’s blog posts I think, on the ballot for Best Related Work, where the slates managed to fill all five available slots.

Wisdom from my Internet is a really bad book. I will admit that I disagree with about 90% of Williamson’s political statements; but even in the few cases where I don’t, his style is just not very funny. More objectively, I’ve got a quarter of the way through and if there has been any actual reference to SF I have missed it. I prefer my Best Related Works to actually be, well, related. I don’t think I will bother with the rest.

How interesting that the author is a mate of the slatemongers, and that it was not recommended by a single contributor to the crowdsourcing exercise (which we are repeatedly told was “100% open” and “democratic”), yet ended up on both slates anyway! It has reinforced my intention to vote “No Award” for this entire category.

This nomination really shows up the bad faith of those behind the slates. For all their complaints about cliques, political messages and works getting nominated which are of poor quality and are’t sfnal enough, here they have done exactly what they accuse the imaginary cabal of doing. It is simply shameful.

2015 Hugos: Initial observations | Voting No Award above the slates | How the slate was(n’t) crowdsourced | Where the new voters are
Best Novel | Short fiction | Best Related Work | Best Graphic Story | Pro and Fan Artist | Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form), Best Fan Writer, John W. Campbell Award

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A Slip of the Keyboard: Collected Non-Fiction, by Terry Pratchett

A collection of pterry’s non-fiction articles (all of them? most? some?) between a single set of covers. There are some very interesting pieces. His reflections on the writing process, and how writing became his career despite academic discouragement, are very interesting. He refers several times to the influence on the young Pratchett of Roy Lewis’s The Evolution Man, which I duly got hold of from Brian. His introduction to the latest edition included here, as is his introduction to the reprint of Dave Langford’s hilarious The Leaky Establishment.

Given that it’s a series of reprints, it’s not very surprising that various points and anecdotes get made more than once, and the effect is sometimes a bit repetitive. I had already seen a lot of the best bits, including Neil Gaiman’s introduction. Having said that, completists will want to have this, and I too am a completist.

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Scales of Gold, by Dorothy Dunnett

Fourth in the series of the adventures of Niccolò, the smart young Flemish merchant who travels fifteenth century in search of wealth and its inevitable political entanglements. This time, a cunning plan to penetrate deep into Africa becomes complicated by a new wrinkle in a long-standing family feud, and extraordinary dynastic and legal manœuvres from Venice to Madeira to Timbuktu. The ground has been well laid, as one of the supporting cast from the first three books was an African ex-slave who turns out to be extremely well-connected back in his homeland.

It's a good book, as they all are, but the portrayal of Timbuktu as a center of culture, learning, commerce and communication is particularly vivid, and directly challenges any perception of pre-colonisation Africa as somehow backward and savage. On the other hand the violence and illness endured by the protagonist and his friends are pretty graphically portrayed as well, so there is a certain squick factor. Still, very much recommended.

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With The Light… Vol 8, by Keiko Tobe

Sadly the last of the series of manga about bringing up an autistic son in today’s Japan, curtailed by the untimely death of the writer Keiko Tobe in 2010. At this stage, the setting of wrestling with Hikaru’s special education needs was sometimes becoming background scenery for other dramas to play out in the foreground – a younger work colleague’s crush on Hikaru’s father, for instance, or an abusive relationship between two of his classmates. But the tricky family dynamics are still there, particularly between Hikaru’s mother and her mother-in-law, cooped up in a rather small house together and trying to find a modus vivendi. And the book ends, or would have ended, on a note of reconciliation between the generations which is rather sweet.

We also get as a bonus two of Keiko Tobe’s earlier stories for the monthly For Mrs. magazine where With the Light was published, one fairly slight piece about a teacher and a difficult class, the other more accomplished about an elderly man who befriends a young neighbouring child. It’s good to have all of the stories together, though it’s a shame that there won’t be any more.

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Links I found interesting for 18-05-2015

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For my Irish friends and relatives: Friday’s referendums

I'd been thinking about what to write about Friday's important vote on marriage equality in Ireland, but my old friend and one-time co-author Noel Whelan has done a lot of it for me.

Remember that those impacted by this referendum are real people whose real lives cannot be dismissed by false slogans. They are our brothers, sisters, daughters and sons, our family, our friends. They include some of our teachers, our shopkeepers, our nurses and our tradesmen. We meet them every day on our streets, in our work place, and everywhere we gather in our communities.

Remember they are the people with whom we share this country. They are of us. They and their families have a real and very human need to be recognised as equal.

I will add to this that we have had marriage equality in Belgium since 2003, and the world has failed to end. My son, who is 15, cannot remember a time when his teachers and his friends' parents and our neighbours were not free to marry whoever they loved. I think of the loving families I know – Eileen and Jo, Michelle and Elke, Patricia and Evie, Nikki and Kim, Julie and Marie, Patrick and Ramy, Charles and Hervé, Luke and Chris, and all of their children; and I wonder why people are frightened of love? (And why those who claim that they have concerns about the children don’t seem as worried about protecting children from bad heterosexual parenting as they are about protecting them from good same-sex parenting.)

Less than twenty years ago, divorce was still illegal in Ireland. (The referendum passed in November 1995 but it took another year to implement.) Until the state recognised the reality of how many of its people lived, those families were told by the constitution that their family life was flawed and fake. Ireland has the same choice now, whether to acknowledge the aspirations of thousands of its own citizens to get no more than the rest already have, or to tell them that their love is worth less than other people’s. It seems a pretty clear choice to me.

Oh yeah, there's a second referendum on Friday to change another part of the constitution from "Every citizen who has reached his thirty-fifth year of age is eligible for election to the office of President" to "Every citizen who has reached the age of twenty-one years is eligible for election to the office of President." That makes the age of eligibility the same as for all other elections, and also eliminates the sexist pronoun and the ambiguity of the original – does your thirty-fifth year of age start on your 35th birthday, or the day after your 34th? In terms of equal treatment for citizens it is also an improvement.

I see that there's also a by-election in Carlow-Kilkenny on Friday, Fine Gael defending the seat won in 2010 by Phil Hogan (who resigned last year to become a European Commissioner). This is the seventh by-election of this Dáil term; Fianna Fáil, as the official Opposition, have not won a single one of them. In fact the last time that Fianna Fáil won a by-election was in April 1996, before some of Friday's voters were born and when divorce was still illegal. Could this be the turning point? We shall see.

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The Public Art of Borgloon

We were inspired on Ascension Thursday by Gerry Lynch, who posted this clickbait article about a peculiar Belgian church on Facebook. It didn't take much research to track it down to the town of Borgloon, about an hour's drive from us, at 50°47'41.4"N 5°21'06.1"E if you want to be precise. And it turns out not to be a church per se, buta public sculpture called "Reading Between The Lines", cunningly constructed by the architectural team Gijs Van Vaerenbergh (Pieterjan Gijs and Arnout Van Vaerenbergh) to look very different from different angles.

Here are A and F looking out at me through the lines:

And from the other side, you can see how the sculpture neatly frames the real church in the town:

In fact, "Reading Between The Lines" is just one of a number of public art installations around the town of Borgloon organised by the Z33 museum in the nearby town of Hasselt. As you wander through the nearby fields you will come acrossa peculiar twisted cylindrical wooden structure (at 50°47'41.4"N 5°21'06.1"E):

But from the right vantage point, the twists and turns resolve into the Dutch word "twijfelgrens", Border of Doubt – or is it Doubtful Border? The meaning conveyed by artist Fred Eerdekens is ambiguous.

And down at the bottom of the hill, you will find the small 12th-century church of St Servatius (at 50°47'37.3"N 5°21'43.4"E) in Groot-Loon, which you could generously describe as a suburb of Borgloon, where Paul Devens has installeda work of audio art called "Proximity Effect", with ambient sounds played from loudspeakers which descend from the ceiling and then ascend again, creating a peculiar intimate effect which I think I have failed to capture here:

There are another seven works of public art in Borgloon, and if you had most of a day you could easily look at them all; it's not a big place. But we had decided to go only at lunchtime, and the rain was closing in. The installations will be there until June 2016.

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Links I found interesting for 16-05-2015

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Two Hemingway Novels: Across the River and into the Trees, Islands in the Stream

I'd meant to read only one of these and save the other for a few months' time. But I brought the wrong one on a business trip, read it, and then decided that I might as well read the other as well to maximise my Hemingway intake for the month.

Across the River and into the Trees, published in 1950, is about death – a dying American colonel visits the scene of his first world war battles three decades earlier, and also remembers his recent love affair with a teenage Italian girl. It's been overshadowed by The Old Man and the Sea, which came out two years later and was the last novel Hemingway published in his lifetime, but I found it a moving elegiac (and fairly short) piece – I was a little surprised that it did not date from closer to Hemingway's own death. The two things Hemingway does well are the sparse prose depicting his male characters' interactions with each other and with women, and his descriptions of the story's settings, and those are very much in evidence here. Apparently it crashed and burned with the critics when first published, though it has regained favour since.

Islands in the Stream was written at about the same time, though not published until 1970, nine years after Hemingway's death. It's a longer and actually less successful book, in three parts, of which the best is the first, set in the Bahamas where the central character, an exiled American painter, takes pleasure in the visit of his three sons. There is a particularly vivid passage where one of the boys is locked in battle with a swordfish, apart from the age of the fisherman very reminiscent of The Old Man and the Sea (published 1952 and possibly reworking some of this material). The two other parts are set in and around Cuba during the second world war, the second section mainly in a bar, dealing with Cuban politics and women; I thought at first that the third section, in which the protagonist hunts the crews of wrecked German U-boats, was a bit far-fetched, but was surprised to learn that Hemingway actually did this for real. Altogether, it didn't seem to me to have the same oomph as the works I have read published in his lifetime.

Obscure books that Hemingway owned which I also have read:
William Heinemann, a memoir by Frederic Whyte
Starling of the White House by Edmund Starling and Thomas Sugrue
The Master by T H White
Esprit De Corps by Lawrence Durrell
The World of Washington Irving by Van Wyck Brooks
The real Charlotte by Somerville and Ross
A narrative of the life of David Crockett, Of the state of Tennessee by Davy Crockett
The Flowering of New England, 1815-1865 by Van Wyck Brooks
Elizabeth and Essex: A Tragic History by Lytton Strachey
Eastern Approaches by Fitzroy MacLean

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My vote for Best Novel

I thought I might start by looking back at the last 15 years, which is the period in which I have really paying attention to the Hugo process year on year. My strike rate at choosing winners has been rather poor.

2000: Best Novel award won by A Deepness in the Sky. I preferred A Civil Campaign.
2001: Best Novel award won by Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I preferred A Storm of Swords.
2002: Best Novel award won by American Gods. I preferred The Curse of Chalion.
2003: Best Novel award won by Hominids. I preferred The Years of Rice and Salt.
2004: Best Novel award won by Paladin of Souls. I preferred Ilium.
2005: Best Novel award won by Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. I voted for River of Gods.
2006: Best Novel award won by Spin, which I actually voted for.
2007: Best Novel award won by Rainbow’s End, which again I voted for.
2008: Best Novel award won by The Yiddish Policemen’s Union. I voted for Brasyl.
2009: Best Novel award won by The Graveyard Book. I voted for Anathem.
2010: Best Novel award won jointly by The Windup Girl and The City & the City. I voted for Palimpsest.
2011: Best Novel award won by Blackout/All Clear. I voted for The Dervish House.
2012: Best Novel award won by Among Others, which I voted for.
2013: Best Novel award won by Redshirts. I voted for Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance.
2014: Best Novel award won by Ancillary Justice, which I voted for.
(And Retro-Hugo for Best Novel won by The Sword in the Stone, which I voted for.)

That’s four out of fifteen years that the Best Novel Hugo went my way, though I’ve been doing better recently because I did support the winner two years out of the last three (and last year’s Retro Hugo winner). I suspect everyone will agree that there are some poor choices in there – for me, those would be Hominids, Blackout/All Clear and Redshirts in particular, though at least the last of these is entertaining – and the fannish politics of every year’s ballot can reasonably be queried and examined. The Hugos are not perfect, and I don’t believe that anyone ever said that they were.

However, there are good ways and bad ways of addressing this, and we have seen bad as well as good recently. One of the good things that has come out of the nasty mess of the last few weeks is that a lot more people will be nominating next year, and I suspect that they will behave more like normal fans rather than following the lead of the slate organisers, both in voting this year and in nominating next year.

Matt Foster has made a good argument in favour of not only voting No Award above all slate nominees, but also voting No Award top in all categories where there are only one or two non-slate contenders, on the basis that the slate organisers have denied us a proper choice in those categories too. I find myself sympathetic to this line of thought. I was already planning to put No Award top in Best Novelette (because I was not impressed by the one non-slate finalist) and Best Fan Writer (because the one non-slate finalist has been nominated for a single piece of work rather than for a body of work over the last year), though in both cases I will rank the non-slate finalist second to minimise the chance of a slate win. 

I had been going to vote for Julie Dillon as the one non-slate finalist in Best Professional Artist, but I shall consider Matt Foster’s’s arguments carefully; if the choice is Julie Dillon or nobody, is that really a choice? I like her work in general, but I don’t actually like the category anyway (which is a different argument for a different time), and this year’s ballot is deeply flawed due to the intervention of the slatemongers. Again, she will get at least a second preference from me, to reduce the chance of a slate nominee winning. 

Anyway, for Best Novel these arguments no longer apply, since the honourable withdrawal of one of the (unwitting) slate nominees has given us three excellent books to choose from, each of which would be an acceptable winner in a normal year. Ranking them is difficult, but it’s got to be done. My vote is as follows.

4) No Award. Two of the finalists in this category are on the ballot because of an organised campaign by a racist misogynist whose declared aim is to destroy the Hugos, rather than because of their ostensible literary merit. No blame attaches to the two authors in question for this situation, but I am not giving either work a preference Vote. I would add that one of the nominated works is the 18th novel in an ongoing series which I’m unfamiliar with, and I have to say that even if it had reached the final ballot legitimately I suspect I’d be unlikely to vote for it for that reason alone, though I did give a previous book in the series a decent ranking in the 2009 Best Graphic Story category (and also happily vote Vorkosigan). 

3) The Goblin Emperor, by Katherine Addison [Sarah Monette]. This is an excellent Bildungsroman of a youth who unexpectedly becomes Emperor of a fantasy kingdom (though with more airships than magic) and has to deal not only with court intrigue and messy dynastic politics, but also with racism and homophobia, a neat revisiting of sword and sorcery tropes, well told. I don’t think I had read much of Monette/Addison’s work before but I will look out for it in future.

2) The Three-Body Problem, by Cixin Liu, translated by Ken Liu. China is of course the coming nation in the global economy, and I think we’ll be seeing a lot more Chinese SF in the years to come. (I also strongly recommend The Fat Years, by Chan Koonchung.) This is a novel about contemporary Chinese scientists dealing with alien contact, video games and the legacy of the Cultural Revolution. It’s very neatly constructed and convincing. Ken Liu’s footnotes on Chinese politics and history inform without intruding. It slightly lost me when the aliens actually appeared, but I still really enjoyed it.

1) Ancillary Sword, by Ann Leckie. This is the sequel to last year’s multiple award winner, Ancillary Justice; I voted for it for the BSFA Award, which it won, and I’ll vote for it for the Hugo as well. I actually liked it more than the first book in the series; it’s self-contained and fuelled by righteous anger, forensically directed at planetary and sexual politics. It’s several months since I read it as one of the Clarke submissions, but I think I still like it best of the three.

(Apologies for the length of this post. Since LJ has gone so quiet these days, I feel under less obligation to deploy cut-tags.)

2015 Hugos: Initial observations | Voting No Award above the slates | How the slate was(n’t) crowdsourced | Where the new voters are
Best Novel | Short fiction | Best Related Work | Best Graphic Story | Pro and Fan Artist | Best Dramatic Presentation (Short Form), Best Fan Writer, John W. Campbell Award

Links I found interesting for 15-05-2015

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Thursday Reading

Current
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy (a chapter a day)
Watership Down, by Richard Adams (a chapter a week)
Mating, by Norman Rush

Last books finished
Down, by Lawrence Miles
The Affirmation, by Christopher Priest
Doctor Who and the Communist, by Michael Herbert
Islands In The Stream, by Ernest Hemingway
The Goblin Emperor, by Katherine Addison

Last week’s audios
Gallifrey: Intervention Earth, by Scott Handcock & David Llewellyn

Next books
The Egyptian, by Mika Waltari
The Painted Man/The Warded Man, by Peter V. Brett

Books acquired in last week
The Goblin Emperor, by Katherine Addison
Neither Unionist nor Nationalist: The 10th (Irish) Division in the Great War, by Stephen Sandford

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Doctor Who and the Communist, by Michael Herbert

This is a very short pamphlet on the career of Malcolm Hulke, who wrote several Doctor Who TV stories and novelisations in the late 1960s and 1970s before his death in 1979 at the age of 54. I named him at an Eastercon panel last year as one of the first political science fiction writers who I can remember reading; certainly Doctor Who and the Cave Monsters still packs a punch. I was aware that he had been a Communist Party member, though in fact Herbert finds little documentary evidence for this and speculates that Hulke joined in idealism during the war and left over the invasion of Hungary in 1956. More important, he was very much involved with the left-wing Unity Theatre project, along with other big names such as Bob Hoskins, Lionel Bart, Warren Mitchell and Michael Gambon. 

Hulke’s main writing partnership was with Eric Paice; their first TV play was a 1958 piece about an IRA man on the run starring Patrick McGoohan. They then wrote four TV SF series, Target Luna, Pathfinders in Space, Pathfinders to Mars and Pathfinders to Venus in 1960-61; I haven’t checked to see if any of that survives. Hulke then wrote nine episodes of The Avengers, four of them with his lodger, one Terrance Dicks, who then brought him into Doctor Who. He later wrote seven episodes of Crossroads and several spinoff novels for that series. In non-fiction, he wrote most of the first edition of The Making of Doctor Who and a very good book on Writing for Television which I read many years ago.

Herbert makes the obvious point about the general compassionate approach and specifically anti-authoritarian streak of Hulke’s Doctor Who work, but it’s a shame that he didn’t also look for this theme in, say, his Avengers scripts or indeed the earlier Pathfinders work. (I suspect that the Crossroads material may be less promising in that regard.) I’m also still intrigued by his apparent obsession with reptiles. Still, I am very grateful to Andrew M. Butler for getting this for me from the publisher.