Review: Clarkesworld #151, April 2019

Clarkesworld #151, April 2019

Original Fiction:

  • “The Last Eagle” by Natalia Theodoridou (science fictional short story)
  • “Ripen” by Yukimi Ogawa (fantasy novelette)
  • “Gaze of Robot, Gaze of Bird” by Eric Schwitzgebel (science fiction short story)
  • “Social Darwinism” by Priya Chand (science fiction short story)
  • “Skyscrapers in the Sand” by Y.M. Pang (science fictional short story)

The original stories in this issue of Clarkesworld include something I can’t see as SF, two pieces which provide only indifferent tokens of SF, and two more vigorously science fictional tales.

Ripen” feels like a strange hybrid of science fiction and fantasy involving an island of colorful people interacting with mainland tourists while menial colorless people try to get by. When a tourist and a colorful person with skin problems get involved with some colorless people on the illegal edge of the makeup industry, someone may get hurt. Akin to last issue’s “Smile,” the story is rife with uncorrected solecisms though they generally weren’t as bad as last month’s story, aside from things like someone demanding to see Madam’s crack. The story wasn’t especially interesting but I did appreciate the positively shifting appearance (beyond the skin-deep) of one of the characters.

Skyscrapers” is an unsatisfying elliptical short tale about an ill and/or older woman memorializing an old flame via a time capsule. The speculative element is that she’s doing so in an ecologically ruined Shanghai.

A female becoming a male and someone who may be male are searching for a third who, in turn, has gone looking for “The Last Eagle” and the pair find something. There’s very little story in these 6000 words and less science fiction with only the symbols of a future post-war period in which the third they’re searching for is an “Artificial.”

The protagonist of “Social Darwinism” is woman who has been modified to be an attention-whore. She’s offered advertising minutes if she’ll participate in the agenda of a shadowy group of differently modified people to sway public opinion to do away with her kind. It’s good that this story has integral SF elements (however thematically/symbolically deployed) but they are confusingly presented and the actual core of the story is repellently akin to a daytime TV show.

Finally, “Gaze of Robot, Gaze of Bird” is about a “complicated toaster” and a “knot of fuzz.” The former takes the latter to an alien world and begins to modify that world, along with its prokaryotic life. Along the way, we learn that the robot has been sent out by a species that has been wiped out long before our tale starts with a stuffed monkey as a sort of ideal of beauty and teleological goal for recreating the dead species. This is one of those stories where words fail me, but it’s certainly one of my favorite stories of the year, joining Auston Habershaw’s “Applied Linguistics” (Jan./Feb. 2019 Analog) and Tom Greene’s “Better” (Mar./Apr. 2019 Analog) in a triptych of recent rare examples of Real Science Fiction™. There is one overt didactic paragraph I wish could have been more dramatically integrated with the main story and one can certainly argue about the odd morphological rather than, say, genetic approach to the task and there is certainly an interesting moral conundrum for the reader to play with which can put a sinister interpretation on the events but the latter two are as much virtues as vices, being among the things which give the reader much to think about. This is a short story which operates on gargantuan scales of time and space, has an intriguing combination of hard-edged objective narration and earned, unashamed sentimentality, and has a protagonist in J11-L that is worthy of joining the pantheon of Asimovian robots. I vigorously recommend this tale.

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Review: Clarkesworld #150, March 2019

Clarkesworld #150, March 2019

Original Fiction:

  • “But, Still, I Smile” by D.A. Xiaolin Spires (science fiction? novelette)
  • “When Home, No Need to Cry” by Erin K. Wagner (science fiction short story)
  • “Death of an Air Salesman” by Rich Larson (science fiction short story)
  • “Dreams Strung Like Pearls Between War and Peace” by Nin Harris (fantasy short story)
  • “Treasure Diving” by Kai Hudson (science fiction short story)
  • “The Thing with the Helmets” by Emily C. Skaftun (science fantasy short story)

(I would ordinarily have had this review done awhile ago but I’ve been under the weather.)

Smile” would seem to be matching a woman’s personal efforts to produce human life and her professional efforts to find alien life but I quit reading it a quarter of the way through. Since the author and editor are paid to produce English and failed, the review is that it doesn’t meet the minimum standards for a review.*Cry” would seem to take place in the same hospital as the prior story with associates similarly breaking rules for the protagonist. In this, it’s not a woman’s child, but the woman herself who is dying. She’s gone into space and had an Experience, developed cancer, and is now on Earth, waiting to die, but wants to go back to space. Many readers may expect one of a couple of interesting things to happen but will be disappointed. “Death” portrays a woman meeting a great guy and having a great relationship with him. Since this takes place in a dystopia of plague, unbreathable air, and wage slavery broken only by brief rentals of tiny cubicles in which people can watch gore and porn while not sleeping, it’s clear things aren’t as they seem. “Dreams” is not SF but is a steampunk fantasy/revenge fantasy in which a plethora of ethnic-like groups revolt against oppression. “Diving” has a familiar setting and involves a critter nearly getting eaten by a giant mutant anglerfish while diving for radioactive “treasure” and somehow surviving a breach of her pressure suit. The atypically hopeful elements which arise from all this might be welcome but aren’t convincing. “Helmets” is the real outlier of the issue. It doesn’t quite work but is better than the rest, unless “Death.” It’s reminiscent of “A Fine Night for Tea and Bludgeoning” by Beth Cato (Little Green Men–Attack!, 2017) with its bizarre juxtaposition of aliens and roller derby and other incongruities. The latter include eldritch helmets which elevate the roller derby girls to worthy adversaries of the invading aliens – but at a cost. This is the sort of thing that might be just silly enough to work for some readers but I guess I wanted it to be even sillier.


* The first two thousand words contained at least:

It was like those old nursery rhymes where one thing compiled on the next compiled on the next and became a monstrous sentence with qualifiers abound.

It was while thinking this… that the strange anomaly caught my breath.

An anomalous pattern of radio signals. It wasn’t like anything I’ve seen before.

pocketed the stickers fast like they were contraband [no “like” – they were contraband]

The nurse must have watching over me, rooting for me. She didn’t mention to anyone else about the miscarriage… She had simply logged in the necessary checkups…

“If only FTL drives were invented,” I said. “Then we course through to the outskirts of the universe and seek out more lives.”

“Just be lucky we have even enough power to get to Proxima Centauri. So much of our energy put into keeping the seas at bay and the skies barely breathable enough to live. We’re really hanging on a thread…”

While the most extreme example, it was not the only story with special English. For instance, “Dreams” has someone “wrought with fear” (barely possible but more likely “wracked”) and has a “heart beating like a caged bird” in which the figure is so dead no real effort is made to say it properly. (The usual simile is more along the lines of “my heart struggled within my ribs like a caged bird.”) And “Treasure” has “radiation that turned poison over prolonged exposure.”

Review: Clarkesworld #149, February 2019

Clarkesworld #149, February 2019

Original Fiction:

  • “East of the Sun, West of the Stars” by Brit E. B. Hvide (science fiction short story)
  • “Painwise” by Robert Reed (science fiction short story)
  • “The Final Ascent” by Ian Creasey (science fantasy novelette)
  • “Give the Family My Love” by A. T. Greenblatt (science fiction short story)
  • “The Face of God” by Bo Balder (fantasy short story)

Clarkesworld #149 is a science fantasy issue, with stories which are not, or do not feel like, science fiction.

In “Family,” Hazel is recording messages to her brother, describing her efforts to reach an alien “library” to recover some lost human research to help us with our climatic (and perhaps climactic) apocalypse. It turns out even the largest, most social issues have personal motivations. This is actually something which impairs the story, for me, and the whole library/journey/dilemma seems contrived but the narrative is crisp and the surreal, fantastic, hyper-VR library is a lot of fun.

Ascent” is nearly as much fun, but essentially a fantasy. A dying man on an alien world is given an alien organ to ingest by his semi-estranged ex-lover which turns him into a ghost. Most of the natives are kept in a sort of sociological stasis by their hierarchy of ghostly elders and none of those living or dead approve of humans. They also don’t approve of the few natives who reject the afterlife and live a hedonistic life. This community becomes the wedge for the human ghost to occupy himself with as he attempts to improve their lot. A lot of this struck me as pretty silly but the “bored god” vantage point and many related bits of food for thought were interesting.

In the other stories, “West of the Stars” is a sort of “Amish in space” story in which a woman discovers that her society’s foundations are just creation myths and that she’s been taken advantage of as well. Neither the interleaved fantasy sections nor the obfuscated SF sections worked well for me. “Painwise” borrows a title from James Tiptree, Jr. (1972) to talk about a plague of pain afflicting humanity because, while vaccinations are good, drugs are bayud, m’kay? The narrator is an unappealing broken man and every silver lining in this story, including the big fantasy twist, comes with a honking big black cloud. I couldn’t make “Face” the least bit science fictional no matter how I tried and, while it may be some kind of response or riff, it reads like a clone of Ballard’s “The Drowned Giant” (1964). A tiny little person tries to harvest godflesh from a fallen giant and gains a different perspective. It could mean anything or nothing, and may specifically focus on compassion but initially made me think of more cli-fi as well as the Doors song, “When the Music’s Over” (1967).

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered
and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives
in the side of the dawn
and tied her with fences
and dragged her down.

I recommend the Doors song.

Review: Clarkesworld #148, January 2019

Clarkesworld #148, January 2019

Original Fiction:

  • “Eater of Worlds” by Jamie Wahls (science fiction short story)
  • “One’s Burden, Again” by Natalia Theodoridou (science fictional short story)
  • “Fire in the Bone” by Ray Nayler (science fiction short story)
  • “The Ghosts of Ganymede” by Derek Kunsken (science fictional novelette)
  • “Venus in Bloom” by Lavie Tidhar (science fiction short story)

None of the original stories in this meaty issue of Clarkesworld entirely worked for me but most had merits which some may appreciate. (The reprints are quite good, though. I honorably mentioned Marissa Lingen’s 2018 Analog story “Left to Take the Lead” and recommended Karl Bunker’s 2016 Asimov’s story “They Have All One Breath.” It’s also worth noting that there is no translation this time.)

The depressed and depressing “Burden” of dealing with death would have fit nicely into this month’s Lightspeed as it conflates a “crash landing on an asteroid” story with the myth of Sisyphus rather than, say, cleverly transposing Philoctetes into The Man in the Maze as Robert Silverberg did. Similarly, “Ghosts” may not be a quantum magician story but certainly has ruinous quantum magic along with the inexplicable premise of putting the survivors of a nuclear war between Eritrea and Ethiopia together on Ganymede to mine helium-3 from Jupiter. If readers could swallow both these things and appreciate the message, they might be able to enjoy the story. Similarly, “Eater” is a story about not being able to put the toothpaste back in the tube but possibly being able to brush your teeth. After a far-future interstellar war, a missile/ship blows up the moon on its way to try to eat the Earth, with a mission complicated by its own sentiences and Earth’s now-primitive resistance. The serious SF (even horror) elements are constantly undercut by the facetious tone which serves to give the story some energy and may work for some but hurt the fairly interesting story for me. (It’s also quite the ship which isn’t dented by a relativistic collision with a moon.)

Fire” flips the script on the theme of “Ghosts” and “Eater” but is also one of two stories in this issue to feature robots. If readers aren’t sick beyond words of the “robot as slave” metaphor, have never experienced anything like a Twilight Zone reversal episode, and can accept implausible economics, then they might enjoy this otherwise powerfully written tale. “Bloom” is similar to “Burden” in having a granddaughter dealing with the death of a grandfather (who loved growing flowers in a Venusian cloud city) but it’s also the other robot story. It makes me think of Longfellow’s “The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls,” somehow, though in this story it has individuals being backlit by Society rather than Nature.

Review: Clarkesworld #147

Clarkesworld #147, December 2018

Original Fiction:

  • “Marshmallows” by D.A. Xiaolin Spires (science fiction short story)
  • “Bringing Down the Sky” by Alan Bao (science fiction novelette)
  • “When We Find Our Voices” by Eleanna Castroianni (science fictional novelette)
  • “The Names and Motions” by Sheldon J. Pacotti (science fiction short story)

Things do have a way of evening out. Last month’s Clarkesworld was remarkably good with two recommended tales. This month—not so much.

Marshmallows” is a Yuletide edition of “Land of the (Virtual) Lotus Eaters” in which the advertising of the military-industrial complex has run amok. Chunfei walks through virtually-candy-coated filth and almost breaks through into reality when she runs out of credits. People unfamiliar with the motifs will likely find it readable.

In “Motions,” a brain-damaged girl born of a drug-addled mother has part of her brain replaced with tech which initially turns her into a seeker of social (media) validation but, when her mockery of her rural roots backfires and her friend is beaten unto death, she gets some more magic tech so she can fuse with teh intarwebz and become a supermind and then attempts to exact her form of justice which triggers a reaction. This occasionally threatened to break into something interesting but was largely held back by the ironic narrative choice of trying to convey the impression of a supermind by using an odd style when you’d think a supermind would know how to communicate effectively and would use a normal style. Also, if this tech has just been lying around, it’s odd that she would be the one to discover all this. Finally, the ending could be seen as raising the stakes or just as inflating implausibly.

While “Motions” is odd, “Voices” is odder. I can’t help but think this 10,000 word tale of non-binary hybrid radioactive exploding birdpeople having a revolution against their all-male all-human overlords must be some sort of parody but the delivery is completely serious, even morose. Perhaps I should elaborate but I feel like I’d be giving it undeserved attention. It may be enough to say that, other than being three times as long, this is very similar to the same author’s “The Athuran Interpreter’s Flight” (reviewed from the July 2, 2018 Strange Horizons).

Sky” is not especially notable but is the best story in the issue by far. A group of people, including a “Boy,” are trying to fetch “a pail of air” but, unlike the Leiber story, this air is relatively clean mountain air vs. the filthy mess of most of late 21st century China. In multiple first-person narrations, we follow them, a couple of American businessmen, a Chinese medical doctor, and an American spin doctor through their connections of money and self-interest. It’s a deeply cynical and hopeless tale without many characters to like and with little action until the very end but, allowing for a wrong word or two, it captures a variety of narrative voices well and makes some interesting, if all-too familiar, observations.

Edit (2018-12-04): Fixed URLs. Sorry about that.

Review: Clarkesworld #146

Clarkesworld #146, November 2018

Original Fiction:

  • “Octo-Heist in Progress” by Rich Larson (short story)
  • “What the South Wind Whispers” by H. Pueyo (short story)
  • “Ghost Island” by E.E. King (short story)
  • “The Gift of Angels: an introduction” by Nina Allan (novelette)

This issue of Clarkesworld is very good because, despite a weak middle, it has a very strong open and close.

In “Wind,” the Earth is inexplicably subject to an assault of space rocks, so shields are built which inexplicably need to be run by humans even though they’re also staffed by AIs (and those can be inexplicably crazy). Both members of a shield’s human staff are autistic and the transsexual one is ready to turn off the shields and kill innumerable people because one of the other two is untrustworthy and not validating the potential mass murderer. Aside from its obvious problems with plot, character, and science fiction, it also shows many unedited signs of ESL. “Island” is more overtly a science fantasy and artsy piece which also features a devastated planet with pieces covered in protective bubbles but, in this, a soldier is assigned to a haunted island where people tend to lose their minds and few readers will be surprised by what follows.

Angels” is also an artsy story (what with allusions to Proust and a long, detailed, fully spoiling discussion of La Jetee being central to it) and also has virtually nothing science fictional about it but is set later (around 2091) in the same milieu as “The Art of Space Travel” (Tor.com, July 27, 2016). The two stories are very similar in terms of the protagonist being deeply affected by an off-stage Mars expedition and otherwise being entirely mainstream tales set on Earth. Indeed, a problem with this tale is that there are references to tobacconists, meccano (Erector sets), stamps, and current things like You Tube, which do not produce a feeling of SF or 2091. The narrator is a science fiction author whose mother went to Mars but her expedition was never heard from again and he’s made it a point never to talk in public about her. However, with the death of his father and the discovery of some of her journals, he’s gone in search of his lost mother and is in Paris (where his parents met) to see what he can learn and if he can write a book about her. This story is perhaps the introduction to that book. I can easily imagine readers being bored silly by it but I can also imagine readers being fascinated by the insights and beauties of some of the passages and the way the rambling nature of the narrator’s thoughts conceals a reasonably tight structure of the events of life which have no “car chase” drama but just the drama of human reflections and connections.

Octo-Heist” is very different (and makes me laugh just typing the title after talking about “Angels”). In the near future, a younger sister has “borrowed” her older sister’s super-shoes and left them behind at a party in which she mightily embarrassed herself. Rather than face humiliation in front of the party’s host or her sister’s wrath, she’s hired a criminal to help her break into the house and get the shoes back. That criminal does his deeds by remote-operating a specially suited octopus which does the actual breaking and entering. Naturally, the heist caper goes awry and the girl’s instant bonding to the octopus plays a major role in subsequent events. This is obviously a pretty contrived story and an oddly sentimental one. Also, the “kidspeak” may work for or against some readers’ enjoyment of the generally crisp, fast style. Those things aside, this was a very fresh, exciting, entertaining tale with a motley crew of colorful characters (including the octopus) who aren’t simply good or bad but just have some learning to do.

Review: Clarkesworld #145

Clarkesworld #145, October 2018

Original Fiction:

  • “The Miracle Lambs of Minane” by Finbarr O’Reilly (science fiction short story)
  • “Sparrow” by Yilin Wang (science fiction? short story)
  • “When We Were Starless” by Simone Heller (science fiction novelette)
  • “Thirty-Three Percent Joe” by Suzanne Palmer (science fiction novelette)

The 145th issue of Clarkesworld brings us a short short and short novelette of independent tales and a long short and long novelette of what seem to be sequels of sorts.

Sparrow” is another second-person tale and another tale of “replacement by automation” which deals with a Chinese window washer and doesn’t seem to have any particular speculative element. “Thirty-Three Percent Joe” (who’s actually 67% Joe and 33% AI replacement parts) deals with a terrible soldier who has a worse mother and whose parts try to keep him alive despite her and the enemy’s best efforts. In alternating sections, we listen to the AI parts discuss how to save Joe during battles in Ohio and see Joe participate in them and in the kitchen, which last is the one place he’s actually successful thanks to the codes to the cooking machinery his central unit keeps giving him. This is all made funny, amazingly enough, but Joe isn’t much of a character and the story’s way too long for what it is.

Like the “Ultra Twist,” “Minane” makes tomorrow look like yesterday, only more so and not in a fun way. After a famine caused by sea-critters (likely the same as those in “The Last Boat-Builder in Ballyvoloon”), Ireland’s population is much reduced and there is a struggle between the imperatives of more food vs. more people. This tale is full of local color and a more general rusticity with much minutiae on farming, animal husbandry, and illicit doctoring, enlivened only towards the end with a moment of action. Even though “Starless” seems to be a sequel to “How Bees Fly,” I’m still not sure exactly what’s going on. Presumably it’s set on Earth and presumably the people with tails and carapaces are modified humans but they could be biomechanical or something else. Perhaps I missed something or perhaps it really is vague exposition but, if the latter, this rendition of the “post-apocalypse” tale combined with the “Promethean misfit aids conservative tribe” tale is a case of two wrongs almost making a right, as the weirdness of the exposition provides a gloss of dissonant freshness to the otherwise familiar tale.