Friday, November 29, 2013

I, Robot by Isaac Asimov (2 stars)

Like a number of other Sci-Fi classics I've read recently, it's an impressive piece of history and a testament to Asimov's imagination and foresight, but it isn't a fantastic read compared with modern Sci-Fi. I, Robot, is a series of meditations on the now famous 3 laws of robotics that are well-known to all Sci-Fi fans.

In each short story Asimov probes the edges of the rules, looks for cases of ambiguity, and establishes test cases where the laws are pushed to their limit. It's more thought-experiment and test suite for a set of rules to make robots safe than thrilling fiction. Those who enjoy critical thinking and attempting to poke holes in a hypothesis will probably enjoy the stories, those looking for something along the lines of the hollywood blockbuster should not bother.

I appreciated its place in history, and respect the imaginative talent, but it just isn't a particularly good read.

2 stars.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester (3 stars)

Explosion! Concussion! The vault doors burst open. And deep inside, the money is racked for pillage, rapine, loot. Who's that? Who's inside the vault? Oh God! The Man With No Face!
This opening made me cringe. It might be the first Hugo winner ever but the opening reads like a story written by a high-school kid, or the script for an old cheesy Batman episode: it's just missing a POW! and a SOCK! But it gets better, and the concept of a highly sophisticated pre-meditated murder in a society where crime doesn't exist because the police can read your mind is a great one. The telepathy, and the ESPers guild are interesting ideas, but I was most impressed with the mind-to-mind conversations between the espers that were written as a woven mesh of words with custom typography. Great stuff.

The novel builds to a fairly early mini-climax where the murder takes place, after which the rest of the novel is spent in a cat and mouse game. Powell, a 1st-class esper police detective, works to build physical evidence to prove the guilt of Reich that he already knows via ESP, but which is not admissible in court. While I initially enjoyed this thrust and parry between Reich and Powell, I got tired of waiting for Powell to prove something that everyone involved, including the reader, already knows to be true.

A couple of confusing things I noticed that didn't get explained: how does Barbara, stumbling around after the struggle with Reich make such an effective escape and how does she end up in a bizarre place like Chooka's? Why become part of a public 'psychic' show when the whole world is pursuing her? Why didn't she go to the police? Was she aware of who Reich was? Why did Reich's goon go to Chooka's with his wife and choose to get a lap dance from Barbara instead of killing her?

The ear-worm jingle that Reich uses as a simple defence against mind-reading is actually really catchy, despite not even knowing the tune:
Tenser, said the Tensor. Tension, apprehension, and dissension have begun.
Similar to The Stars My Destination I can see why this was an amazing novel for its time, and a deserving winner for the first Hugo.

3 stars.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester (3.5 stars)

An absolutely astounding novel for 1956, for 2013 it's appeal is mainly as a piece of Sci-Fi history, although definitely enjoyable. This book laid a foundation for cyberpunk and features an anti-hero, something that was probably quite ground-breaking at the time. I liked the description of teleporting (jaunting) and using mazes to defend against jaunting intruders, and the idea of Gouffre Martel: a jaunte-proof prison. The opening sequence of Gully living breath-to-breath in a 'coffin' in space is absolutely brilliant.

I found a few flaws particularly grating. The escape from Gouffre Martel was particularly silly, where deus-ex-sledgehammer happens to open an entrance to convenient caverns, where stumbling around on an underground glacier and swimming underwater in the glacier-melt river doesn't give you hypothermia, capped off with a sex scene outside immediately after getting out of the freezing water. Right.

Inside the prison, with a few lessons via the contrived 'whisper-line', Gully is transformed from gutter-speaking idiot to evil genius, going on to construct an elaborate highly-successful circus team purely for the purpose of providing some cover for traveling around on his revenge quest. And a minor niggle: his facial tattoo re-appears when his blood gets pumping, but never the whopping great "NOMAD" that was plastered across his forehead by the same needle.

But, I still enjoyed it, and felt some echoes of ideas in other Sci-Fi novels that probably originated in this one. Kudos to Bester for being so radical.

3.5 stars

PS. For reasons unknown to me, the Canberra region features in the novel on at least two occasions. Fourmyle appears at a ball in Government House and later, in a series of teleports as the burning man, one of them is to "Jervis beach on the Australian coast", by which I think he means Jervis Bay.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Use of Weapons by Iain M. Banks (4 stars)

A book with a huge twist that makes you re-think the whole novel after the reveal. Stop reading now if you don't want to be spoiled.

The novel has two plot lines, one moving forward in time, and one moving backwards. The reveal comes when we find out that Zakalwe as we know him is actually Elethiomel, and that the fear of chairs that 'Zakalwe' has is due to the huge weight of guilt he has for making Zakalwe's sister into a chair. Literally a chair, he made a chair out of her bones covered with her skin and sent it to Zakalwe. The ploy was to send the command of the opposing army (the real Zakalwe) into disarray and confusion due to the horror of the act just as Elethiomel's forces mounted a breakout attempt from the Staberinde.

The problem with the twist was that I couldn't reconcile the ability to perform this horrendous act with E's later guilt and multi-century attempt at atonement by doing the bidding of the Culture, who he hopes are the good guys. This twist, while an interesting idea and a fairly spectacular reveal, didn't gel with me at all. In the following quote, during his 'retirement', he doesn't sound like the sort of person willing to win at all costs, even if it requires turning his girlfriend into furniture to distract his childhood friend:
He told her about a man, a warrior, who'd worked for the wizards doing things they could or would not bring themselves to do, and who eventually could work for them no more, because in the course of some driven, personal campaign to rid himself of a burden he would not admit to - and even the wizards had not discovered - he found, in the end, that he had only added to that weight, and his ability to bear was not without limit after all.
This also begs the question, could the Culture really not have known who they were dealing with? Zakalwe seems to think they didn't, and certainly Sma and the drone didn't seem to know until the reveal, but it would be such a trivial thing for a Culture Mind to find out that it strikes me as unbelievable they wouldn't have such basic background on someone they place in critical roles on many occasions. So, if they did know, it feels more ruthless than I expected from the Culture, but perhaps someone that will try to win at all costs and who can be manipulated by his past is exactly the weapon they need. That's certainly Zakalwe's impression:
You used those weapons, whatever they might happen to be. Given a goal, or having thought up a goal, you had to aim for it, no matter what stood in your way. Even the Culture recognized that.
There's some great stuff about the nature, necessity, and futility of war throughout the novel. Here's a few choice quotes to end with:
...in all the human societies we have ever reviewed, in every age and every state, there has seldom if ever been a shortage of eager young males prepared to kill and die to preserve the security, comfort and prejudices of their elders, and what you call heroism is just an expression of this simple fact; there is never a scarcity of idiots.


"I strongly suspect the things people believe in are usually just what they instinctively feel is right; the excuses, the justifications, the things you're supposed to argue about, come later. They're the least important part of the belief. That's why you can destroy them, win an argument, prove the other person wrong, and still they believe what they did in the first place." He looked at Erens. "You've attacked the wrong thing."

"So what do you suggest one does, Professor, if one is not to indulge in this futile...arguing stuff?"

"Agree to disagree," he said. "Or fight."
4 stars.

PS. My favourite ship names from this one: "What Are the Civilian Applications?" and "Very Little Gravitas Indeed".