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Monday, April 28, 2008
new lows in race relations
Title: The Crack In Space
Author: Philip K. Dick
Bookmark: A card with the name of the last woman who cut my hair. She charged me less than she should, which was great, but she stuck some buzzing blades in my ears, which was weird.
I've only read one other Philip Dick novel, but I've seen a couple movies that were based on his stuff. Granted, most of those weren't huge successes, but his work apparently translates well to film.
This is not one of those books. This will never be a movie. I hope.
Often in sci-fi, the author introduces some new technology that we're ages away from developing. Usually, it's extremely obvious what that technology is by its name (faster-than-light or "FTL" drives, phaser rifles, light sabers, coffee mugs, etc.), but occasionally the author decides to not just create a new technology, but refer to it solely by a brand name or a slang colloquial to the book. You may read about these technologies and the opportunities and problems they present for several chapters before you have any idea what they are. Let me break it down for you: "bibs" are people (usually extremely poor people) who get placed in stasis chambers filling huge government warehouses, and "jiffi-scuttlers" are some sort of personal transporter device that you walk into like a tunnel in your living room, and come out in New York, or Chicago, or the donut shop.
Bibs usually volunteer for stasis because Earth has become extremely overcrowded, colonizing efforts on Mars and Venus are turning out to be colossally difficult and harsh, and there simply aren't enough jobs for everyone. There were at least two couples in the book who tried to volunteer because they had gotten pregnant, and that sort of thing is a really bad idea in a world where most people don't remember what grass looks like (by the way, people are now living close to 200 years, and working for most of that time, further complicating both the overcrowding AND employment situations). Instead, they are chased away to abort-consultants. I was amazed that brothel satellites, transporters, and laser pistols were commonplace, but nobody knew how to work a damn condom. In fact, many men went to the brothel satellite to get their rocks off without the risk of impregnating their wives, and the wives seemed to be ok with this.
After a series of short scenes introducing the various important characters, one of them is killed off just after discovering that a defective 'scuttler has a hidden portal into another world. This has apparently happened before, when someone found a rent that led back in time to pre-biblical days, and in communicating with the natives he saw there, accidentally wrote the bible. At first, everyone is convinced that this newly-discovered world is some other point in the past, or maybe the future, but they eventually decide that it's a parallel world (this term is never actually used, but it's what they mean).
Meanwhile, there's a presidential race going on between the incumbent and his challenger, Barack Obama Jim Briskin. Did I mention that the incumbent and most of the employed people are "whites" and Briskin and most of the bibs are "cols"? Did I mention how irritating it is when sci-fi writers who lived in a time of rampant racism and social injustice can see their way to fantastic new worlds and technologies, but apparently believe that we'll never never see racial harmony and equality? But wait, there may be a way!
Briskin immediately decides that we can colonize the parallel Earth with bibs and anyone else who wants to go. One population + two planets = no overcrowding! Easy! Until they meet the native population, an early species of human (Called "Pekes" for Peking man, or "dawn-men" by the characters), and all hell breaks loose. What perspective! What are the problems between whites and "cols" when compared to potential annihilation by low-browed grunting simians?
The story on its own was weak. I saw a shelf half-full of Dick's books at my library, and despite being a beautiful building, my library is not well-stocked. I took this to mean that he cranked the suckers out, and occasionally had some misses (Blade Runner was kind of goofy, but it had its own charm in that goofiness). Aside from that, there were really only two things that bugged me, and one of them wasn't even Dick's fault. First, I kept reading "Jim Briskin" and thinking "Barack Obama." Even when I wasn't actively reading, just mulling the book over in my head between flight connections, I always got Obama's name before Briskin's. They're both icons, in a way--the first viable African-American presidential candidate of their version of America--but Obama managed to do it a hundred years or so before Briskin. Which brings us to the second problem.
I'm a cracker. I have been for as long as I can remember. But I think that even as a cracker, I can say that racially, we're doing pretty well these days. It's not perfect, no, but let's consider some things:
- The current candidates for the top job in the country are a black man, a woman, and a old dude. No matter who we choose, we're showing that we've moved far enough past racial, sexual, and age discrimination to at least consider any of those people.
- Each of those types is currently represented in both congress and the supreme court.
- Everybody gets the same vote.
- Everybody is allowed anywhere.
If this were a site that more than a dozen people ever read, I'm sure we would soon get flooded by comments about racial violence, racial profiling, statistics of who's in prison and who's getting the chair, and all of the other standard arguments. Do those things happen? I'm sure they do, but I'm also sure it doesn't happen to the extent people like to believe. I think it's often used as an excuse. When Jeremiah Wright recently said that reports about some of the more offensive things he said were not attacks against him or Obama, but against black churches, it pissed me off. If you're going to say something stupid, at least own up to it when somebody calls you on it. Don't make everything a race issue. That's not a defense. That's an excuse.
...maybe Dick was right.Labels: anthropology, race, sci-fi
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Monday, April 21, 2008
the book-reviewing backlog is a bit out of hand
I actually did try to keep track of all the books I've read in the past few months and haven't gotten around to reviewing. In the interest of getting back on track, we'll cover them ALL in a single post. Arbitrary "rating" system of webdings may or may not accurately reflect the quality of these books, but at least it makes the post more interesting...
In no particular order:
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (J. K. Rowling) PPP (except for the epilogue, which I wasn't a huge fan of - that gets maybe P)
On the Loose (Tara Janzen) bbbb
Shadow Music (Julie Garwood) O
Hello, Doggy! (Elaine Fox) CCC
Cutting Loose (Tara Janzen) JJ
Hot (Julia Harper) zz
Bones to Ashes (Kathy Reichs) pp
Simply Sexy (Linda Francis Lee) EEE
Delicious (Susan Mallery) A
I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You (Ally Carter) YYYY (Seriously. This one was fun.)
Tempting (Susan Mallery) SS
Puss 'n Cahoots (Rita Mae Brown) ll
Blame it on Chocolate (Jennifer Greene) Q Death Match (Lincoln Child) VV Simply Scandalous (Carly Phillips) jjjj Lost in Austen (Emma Campbell Webster) XX With This Puzzle I Thee Kill (Parnell Hall) LLL The Cat's Meow (Emily Carmichael) D An Assembly Such As This: A Novel of Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman (Pamela Aidan) mmmm Duty and Desire : A Novel of Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman (Pamela Aidan) qq These Three Remain: A Novel of Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman (Pamela Aidan) www Between You and Me (Jane Blackwood) G Kisses to Go (Irene Peterson) ee Creation in Death (J.D. Robb) NNNN The Dead Room (Heather Graham) BBB Night Swimming (Laura Moore) R I Do (But I Don't) (Cara Lockwood) jj An Ordinary Spy (Joseph Weisberg) - I remember something about this one! I didn't get past page 4 because every other freaking word was redacted, and it was just incredibly annoying. Not worthy of webdings. ...that might be all of them. Labels: anthropology, crap, decomposing bodies, historical fiction, hunky armed forces or government operatives, martial arts, murder, mystery/detective, princesses, romantic "suspense", trashy romance
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
How to prevent your displaced species' genocide in thirty-eight easy steps
Title: Toad Rage
Author: Morris Gleitzman
Bookmark: a scrap of paper I found in the book with two drawings of people's faces which, despite being identical, had different names. Stupid anime!!
I recently picked up The Wind in the Willows at the library, hoping to see how close it was to Frog and Toad are Friends, something I remember from my childhood. Turns out they're not even by the same guy, but what do you want from me? I was six!
Luckily, I also saw Toad Rage on the shelf above--apparently I was in the Amphibious Fiction section of the library--and picked it up because I liked the cover. Oh, and I carry a frog in my pocket, so the jacket's description of a toad's struggle to overcome the defamation of his people (toaple?) appealed to me.
Limpy is a cane toad who worries constantly about his family getting squished by cars on the road. In fact, the book opens with his uncle Bart laughing off Limpy's worries and then getting squished by a car that swerves to aim for him. Limpy picks up the dried disk of another nearby uncle and promises to come back for Bart in a couple days, when he has dried out. He has stacks of flattened relatives in his room ("He looked around at the neat piles of rellies. Uncles by the bed. Aunts in the corner. Cousins next to the mud patch."), and got his name from a near-miss in his early days. Seeing the cars swerve towards his relatives rather than away leads him to the conclusion that humans hate cane toads, and sets out on a trek to learn why, and put an end to it.
Luckily, the Olympics were in Australia that year, and he meets a friendly young pole-vaulter who takes a shine to him despite him accidentally scratching her and the fact that neither of them speaks the other's language. He also meets a variety of other animals, mostly in sewers. I have trouble figuring out why the sewer pipe has a grating inside a pub, or how a kangaroo, koala, and crocodile got down there, but it's a kids' book, and funny enough that I didn't mind much.Labels: children's literature, finding oneself, talking animals
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The Wind in the ... whatever
Title: The Wind in the Willows
Author: Kenneth Grahame
Bookmark: grocery store card
I decided it was time to read one of those classic books everyone has read and knows well, and I only know by circumstance, association, and rumor.
I made it almost three pages in before getting bored with it.Labels: Brit lit, children's literature
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