I don’t read an awful lot of hard science fiction, but do occasionally get the urge. I love Iain M Banks’ work, but I wouldn’t classify that as especially hard or sciencey. It’s just awesome, and usually as hard as I like it (oo-er, Mrs). But now and then I like to read something by someone with real science chops, like Alistair Reynolds or Greg Egan. I’d never read anything by my namesake, Stephen Baxter (no relation), so when a friend was selling some books on the cheap recently, I grabbed his copy of Raft.
It was Baxter’s debut novel and all the blurbing is quite effusive. And fairly reasonably so. The story basically revolves around a few thousand humans, surviving after being cut off from the rest of humanity some five hundred years before. Back then a spaceship accidentally crossed into a paralell universe and the crew managed to survive in a gaseous nebula. They turned the ship into a kind of massive raft, surviving as best they could by mining the tiny short lived stars around them for iron and expanding their raft as their numbers increased.
These people live in utterly different conditions to anything we’d know, where even their own body mass exerts a gravitational pull that others around them can feel. There are strange lifeforms in this nebula, like flying trees that the humans have pressed into service, and so on. The trouble is, the nebula they’re in is dying and something needs to be done.
The story is incredibly well realised. The nebula these humans inhabit is tiny on a comparative scale to anything we’d consider a nebula. Baxter manages to make this environment quite believable and his toying with the gravitational struggles of daily life is fascinating. The trials of life against this totally weird universe are convincing and Baxter doesn’t shy away from the realities of life in such a harsh place. He does a great job of exploring the nature of humanity in adversity as well as crafting a truly mind bending universe for the story to take place in.
The writing bothered me sometimes, like often using “Now” at the start of sentences. As in, “Now the tree tipped towards the core” or something. Well, yes, of course it’s now. We’re reading it now. The tree tipped towards the core. That phrasing in particular cropped up a lot and started to really bug me, but otherwise Raft is an excellent adventure really well told. If you fancy some very hard SF wrapped around an adventurous yarn, you could do with giving this one a go.
Now I’m moving back into a big, fat fantasy read. I used to read BFFs all the time, but these days I tend to wade through one every year or two. Last time it was Brent Weeks’ The Night Angel Trilogy, which I enjoyed immensely. This time I’ve finally got around to George R R Martin’s Song Of Ice & Fire and last night started on the first book in the series, A Game Of Thrones. This is partly because people have been telling me for years that I should read these books, but also because I met Martin at the recent Worldcon and he’s a stellar guy. And HBO are making a TV series of the books, which I’ll be keen to watch, but wanted to read the books first. I’d been putting this series off because it was unfinished, and I like to know there’s an end in place when I start on these big reading endeavours. But Martin seemed in good health and good spirits when I met him, so I’m hoping he’ll be inclined to finish this thing off at some point.
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You may remember a few days ago
Regulars here at The Word will probably remember
So that’s what Dave does, styling himself as the superhero Kick-Ass. Of course, everything goes about as wrong as it possibly can. Fortunately, he ends up bumping into Big Daddy and Hit Girl. This father and daughter double act really are real life superheroes and they help Dave out of some sticky situations. They get entangled with the mob and Red Mist, a new kind of superhero, that’s actually the head mobster’s son using Kick-Ass’s sensibilities against him. From here things get brilliantly hectic and out of control.
When an uncensored preview clip of the film was shown before release, it was attacked by “family advocacy groups” for its violence and Hit-Girl’s line, “Okay you cunts, let’s see what you can do now!” delivered by Chloë Moretz, who was 11 at the time of filming. Australian Family Association spokesman John Morrissey claimed that “the language [was] offensive and the values inappropriate – without the saving grace of the bloodless victory of traditional superheroes”. Bloodless victory!? Has this fuckwit ever actually read a comic book? In response, Moretz said in an interview, “If I ever uttered one word that I said in Kick-Ass, I would be grounded for years! I’d be stuck in my room until I was 20! I would never in a million years say that. I’m an average, everyday girl.” What do you know – an eleven year old girl can seperate reality from the moving pictures. John Morrissey should grow the fuck up. Moretz couldn’t even say the name of the film outside of character, calling it “the film” in public and “Kick-Butt” at home. Brilliant acting skills and serious smarts. This kid will go far. (Incidentally, I wonder if there would have been so much controversy if the character had been a boy rather than a girl?)
I think I love Christopher Nolan a little bit. He’s made some of my favourite movies of all time – Memento, Insomnia, Batman Begins, The Prestige, The Dark Knight. I am constantly going on about the homogenous rubbish coming out of Hollywood and lamenting that there are no clever, interesting, new stories being made into film. That’s not just because I have two novels out that would make awesome films. Incidentally, I’d give a testicle if Christopher Nolan would make my books into films, but that’s digressing and probably letting go a little too much information. But I go on about how Hollywood needs to take chances with films, trust their audience’s intelligence and challenge us with quality storytelling, not just impressive visuals on the story equivalent of See Spot Run. All of Nolan’s films above are clever, challenging movies.
Inception was written, produced and directed by Nolan, a truly amazing achievement. He originally pitched the idea in 2001 or 2002 and the studio liked it, so he went away to write a final treatment. He kept working until he was happy with it – which took eight years. And it shows. The story is largely flawless. A few conveniences keep the plot moving, but nothing that took me out of the picture. It’s so bloody clever, and Nolan’s use of the device of dreaming is inspired. I know I’m gushing a bit, but this is finally a film worthy of our adoration.
Clive Barker is a horror legend, simple as that. This is the man that brought us movies like Hellraiser and graphic novels like Tapping The Vein (the comic versions of the Books Of Blood). He also wrote the massively imaginative novel Weaveworld. I don’t know anyone that’s read Weaveworld and didn’t like it. Comment below if you can change that stat. This weekend I finally got around to reading Cabal. It was written back in 1988 and is one of those things I’ve always meant to read but never got around to. I got a copy in a second hand bookstore recently, the original version you can see on the left, and finally sat down to read it this weekend.
I’ve been reading a lot of short stories over recent months and it’s been a while since I got stuck into a proper novel. On deciding that it was time to read long fiction again I turned to this brick of a book I picked up in a second hand book store some time ago. I’ve heard a lot of talk about China Mieville over the last couple of years and he’s clearly something of a flavour of the moment. I don’t know anyone that’s read his stuff and didn’t like it. So when I saw Perdido Street Station on the shelf for $4, I decided to give him a go myself.
I was sad when Tennant announced he was leaving the role and I was then concerned when I saw the first pictures of Matt Smith, touted to play the 11th incarnation of the good Doctor. Nothing against Smith himself, I didn’t know him as an actor, he just seemed a bit out of context. But still photos will always do that. And he seemed too young. But maybe I’m just getting older.
And I’m already a fan of Amy Pond, and not just because she’s a looker. I like that her character has a clear backstory that we want to know about. What happened in that 12 years? Why is she still in the same house? She’s already a character with mysticque and I trust Moffat to develop that well. I’m slightly concerned that she leaves with the Doctor the day before she’s supposed to get married, as is implied at the end of the episode. That could turn out to be a bit of a tacky and heavy idea to work around. We’re presumably left to believe that she’s settled for this dweeby guy, Rory, that we get a brief look at during the episode. He’s a helpful and friendly enought bloke, but he’s clearly a “bumbling fool” character. Why would a headstrong girl like Amy settle for anyone? Hopefully that will be well answered and not turn out to be a weak point in her character. I believe Rory is going to be a repeating character and there’s a danger of the Amy/Rory thing being a bit close to the Rose/Mickey thing from before. We’ll have to wait and see.



