Showing posts with label - Posts by Edwin Hesselthwite. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

In Praise of The Body Beautiful

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We at Little Man, What Now? have never been opposed to exercise and sports. It is true that in the 19th century the staff team was more of an explorative bent for exercise (Richard Burton and Captain Oates were both on the staff) than a competitive one, but Adam Hawks himself was regarded as the greatest curler of his age. In the more recent years of the early 21st century, LMWN became one of the leading lights in British Snooker blogging.

And yet The Olympic Games has always been treated as an object of suspicion by this publication, ever since it's inception in the aftermath of the Franco-Prussian war. The Olympics' modern themes: nationalised competition, the political impartiality of sport, the cultural supremacy of Ancient Greece, amateurism, drug-free bodily perfection, and the emphasis on grandiose theatrics all have their roots in the traditions of German Naturism and early fascism that was the focus of the 1936 Berlin Olympic games.

The events theatrics as established by Leni Riefenstahl and Joseph Goebbels are arguably the single greatest cultural hangover from the politics of the Third Reich. And following WWII when the Olympics became a proxy battle in the Cold War, these traditions served to lubricate the tensions between the two regimes, the apolitical aspect of the events allowed the daily politics of the era to be swept under the carpet for a festival of nationalism (which couldn't be more political). Not to over-egg the pudding, but when it's workaday (such as Athens or Syndey) these traditions are rather silly. When these issues become politically charged, as they are at present, they become altogether more menacing.

We are firm supporters of international sport, and believe there is a place for a major event showcasing athletics worldwide. It is simply that this event should not be a continuation of the discredited Olympic Games (and a tax rebate for The 2012 Games wouldn't hurt).

And so, today we begin a minor movement... Any blogger who chooses to place the banner presented above on their page will be linked to on the following list:

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Saturday, April 05, 2008

Two Baby Boomer Photographs, One Baby Boomer Quote

















"He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy."

Can the over 60s please take their historical narrative home with them? It's blocking aisle 2.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

The Greatest Olympics in 72 years

We at Little Man, What Now? would like to take this Easter Sunday occasion to celebrate The People's Republic Of China and their ongoing attempts to host the greatest Olympic Games in living memory. In praise of their ability (far more than Sydney or Atlanta) to go back to the original spirit of the competition we post this celebratory footage.



We now wait with interest for their forthcoming invasion of Czechoslovakia, as they really get into that Olympic zone.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Bakelite And Uranium Monday: X Minus One

BAUM will be a little on the slim side this week, I have another LMWN project on and it's sucked up most of my productivity. So we're swapping our usually scheduled SF reviews for an endorsement of a major old time radio podcast. X Minus One was a half hour radio show broadcast on NBC between 1955 and 1958, it followed on from their earlier and similar Dimension X project, and it was amazing.

The format was of short science fiction stories, typically pre-published in the pulps, released in dramatised form. There's a corn-fed 50's old time radio feel to them, that atmosphere of Mars by way of Kansas that I last encountered in the heyday of Quantum Leap. But one needs only look at the list of stories to see that they managed to pull in the rights to some of the greatest SF shorts ever written, period.

The Veldt by Ray Bradbury is one of the most widely read, and downright eerie stories in his collected works, and Bradbury is among the best stylists SF has ever had. Nightfall by Isaac Asimov is, well, it's NIGHTFALL for fucks sake, do you know nothing about SF? Clifford Simak's Junkyard is a charming dose of that old country SF he was the master of. And on top of that they have numerous Theodore Sturgeon stories including the classic A Saucer Of Loneliness.

These have now all been podcast and are available here. They have almost no misfires, and while your brain will begin to goo (how many aliens can there be with accents this side of Little Rock?) there is, on this site, just under 3 days of continuous Golden Age SF (63 hours) for your audio pleasure... The Twilight Zone emerged in 1958 with the same basic blueprint: pulp SF with an added coat of polish, and X Minus One should be viewed in this context. On our side of the Atlantic the BBC was giving us cockney chappies in space: Operation Luna of Journey Into Space by Charles Chilton. Same imagery, different continent, this was truly Bakelite and uranium (and was the last radio show ever to pull bigger figures than television).

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Fiction Of Edwin Hesselthwite

Over the last year or two, I've begun to build a backlog of material over here on LMWN, and I've come to realise that most of it sits in the archive unread... It's particularly wrenching, because it is the nature of LMWN to post self-enclosed topics. Essays and stories as applicable (or not) now as the day they were written. Therefore I hope you, our faithful singular reader, don't begrudge the occasional vanity post... More along this theme will be coming.

The obvious place to start is with my short fictions, stories and poetry, which I admit to not taking desperately seriously. These stories are not for everyone, but they are for me.



Human Killing - A science fiction story composed of three paragraphs of three lines of three words

Bank - A Poem about a Tube Station

Mouse Dies Screaming - Edgar Allan Poe ate Jerry and Tom was nowhere to be seen.

An Oviposter Ripe With Poison - The sequel to Mouse Dies Screaming.

Filial Responsibilities - Jesus walks into a bar

Fractional Reserves: Rothbard's felines - A story about cat banking.

Jacob Whetstone - The best story I've posted, converted into audio.

The British Revolution - An unfunny joke about the North.


Monday, February 11, 2008

Bakelite And Uranium Monday: Thor Meets Captain America by David Brin

Gregory Benford's anthology Hitler Victorious (1987)
"You..." he exhaled.

Chris kept his face blank. In all honesty, there was no way this side of Heaven that he or Lewis could stop this creature from doing whatever it wanted. One way or the other, the Allies were about to lose their only Aesir friend in the long war against the Nazi plague.

If the word "friend" ever really described Loki, who had appeared one day on the tarmac of a Scottish airfield during the final evacuation of Britain, accompanied by eight small, bearded beings carrying boxes. He had led them up to the nearest amazed officer and imperiously commandeered the prime minister's personal plane to take him the rest of the way to America.
Another BAUM, another cross-genre boundary, this time a story that sits midway between SF and comic books. Thor Meets Captain America is also the first BAUM that is available free of charge, courtesy of the author. First written as a short story, Thor has since metamorphosed into a graphic novel called The Life Eaters. It's probably the commission on this story that has persuaded the avowedly libertarian David Brin to release the original novella, all rights reserved, on his homepage.

Brin is a bit of a legend in SF circles, and needs little introduction: major figure, early 80's SF, was nick-named one of The Killer Bees along with Greg Bear and Gregory Benford due to their joint role in a resurgence of a hard-sf style, his Uplift Trilogy is mindblowing, particularly volumes one and three. Thor Meets Captain America (32 pages) was written for Benford's alternate history anthology Hitler Victorious, and was later nominated for the Hugo award for best novella. It's very silly, it's utterly epic, and it crosses over into the territory of comic books. Thor is a memorable story.

As part of Hitler Victorious, this is a work of alternative history. It is a sub-genre that is not easily worked into short fiction, because the primary punch for the reader is more the timeline itself than the narrative. Writing it you therefore have the choice of either telling it straight as history (as in the case of Joe Steele by Harry Turtledove, which alternates between inspired and irritating) and risking a story that totally violates the show, don't tell(1) rule, or trying to interweave large volumes of exposition with a narrative that is likely to be only of secondary interest. In the case of Thor, Brin does an expert job of the second option.

The plot is one of those wonderfully preposterous ideas that just lets itself get carried away... What if the Nazis, as the close of war approached, somehow brought out a super-weapon if the gods of the Norse pantheon appeared and plucked Spitfires out of the sky like gnats? And from here we get a narrative of Thor and Odin bringing their crashing fists, hammers and spears down upon the wreckage of The Allies, as Africa and west-Asia are consumed in flames. Brin has gone past preposterous in this story and into the realm of a vision of hell.

The primary narrative concerns a potentially war-ending attack by the Allies on the Earthly centre of Valhalla, a suff
iciently apocalyptic idea for the narrative and the historical exposition to maintain a suitable tone between them. And, without giving too much away, the title of the story says it all... This secondary narrative has enough punch to it that it can honestly compete with the heavyweight exposition of the alternate history. Brin clearly has a fondness for comic books, this serves to strengthen the story. He takes the increasingly common view of equating the DC universe with the Norse and Greek pantheons, and I think there is much to be said for this. Science fiction has always had a complex relationship with superhero-mythology, they are both of similar vintage (coming of age in the late 1930's) and have shared numerous major writers (Bester, Harrison, Stephenson and Gaiman) but have different emphasis. Using the pantheon of gods has become quite a popular trick in modern fantastic fiction, and Brin pulls this off with much more flair than Gaiman brought to American Gods. Brin manages here to bring out the gristle and masculinity quality of the form (I really, really, hate it when authors play gods are people too pseudo-realism) to deliver the denouement here, and it is a terrific twist.

It's a crackingly good story, but I am most impressed by the way he manages to set up the atmosphere and interweave the history and narrative. The expanded graphic novel has been less well received
personally I am not sure what there is to add to this short. So please, go read the short on his webpage.. And if you need more of the same, try Jeffrey DeRego's Union Dues stories on Escape Pod, or Power of Two by my friend Sam Hughes (which Brin himself described as "Told in a very skilled manner by someone who writes action well"), or even a TV series called Heroes or something. The super-powered is fertile ground for the fantastic.



(1)On the other hand, I have a pet hatred for the show, don't tell rule, what would Borges or Kafka be like if they followed show, don't tell? "Peter walked into the Library of Babylon, where every room linked into the next to infinity".

Monday, January 28, 2008

Spoilers in BAUMs - An Open Thread

Bakelite And Uranium Mondays is proving something of a success - in that each story chosen so far has proved easy enough to review, but substantial enough to justify a BAUM a week. There have also been some nice unexpected side effects: each article has rocketed to the front or second page of Google, suggesting that these are adding something of value to the interweb's body of knowledge. We at Little Man, What Now? are therefore likely to persevere with this project for a while yet.

However, we are open to the accusation of spoiling, and have heard in some back chatter that we've killed a few stories dead. The science fiction short (although we will try to do other genres too) tends to depend on the build up and the reveal, meaning that by having any sort of in depth discussion of story structure, plot and themes we weaken the story for the audience, and this is pretty unavoidable if we want to engage in any analysis. We've tried in each case to reveal as much as possible about the story without shedding any light on the primary twist, but we realise that one person's primary twist is another's minor feature. So, we hand you an open thread in which to give us some feedback. Would you prefer less information about the plot, or are you happy with the tone of BAUM?

I have to admit, my personal tendency has been to give more, rather than less, information. Classic short stories are not easily acquired separately, and I'm not particularly expecting this series to sell anthologies to people, and therefore I am mostly interested in discussing their place in the history of the genre, and ranking them on Google for the casual reader, rather than selling these stories to you: The Regulars. Still, we value your input, so please... Open thread:

All other BAUM issues gladly taken, I (Edwin) realise that BAUM is eating up a lot of my productivity at the moment, and normal service will attempt to be resumed shortly. When I am suitably inspired by other topics.

So, to our faithful, singular, reader... We thank you for your thoughts.

Bakelite and Uranium Monday: Not Long Before The End by Larry Niven

The Magazine Of Fantasy & Science Fiction, April 1969
“Not that that would help the Warlock. He who carried Glirendree was invulnerable to any power save Glirendree itself. Or so it was said.

"Let's test that," said the Warlock to himself.”
Today's BAUM sits in the borderland of SF's great divide, and manages to raise two major issues about the genre. Not Long Before The End (1969) is the first in Larry Niven's Warlock/Mana series, and is an example of the science fiction series as composed of unitary short stories. At the same time, it is written in that barren desert between science fiction and fantasy; there is no topic more likely to result in a fistfight among science fiction fans than the relationship between the twinned genres (all-right, one other topic — George Lucas), and this story manages to stand with a foot evenly in each camp.

Niven is probably most famous for the creation of coherent imaginary universes. Between 1964 and 1974 Niven published 26 novels and short stories set within a common thousand year timeline, a universe he called Known Space. Known Space is a fully realised world, populated by the most nuts-and-bolts physics based flights of imagination — most famously his sun-encompassing Ringworld and spaceship-destroying Neutron Star — of any writer of the '60's era. It was written during a period when Moorcock, Dick, Aldiss and Ellison were actively moving SF into the counter-culture world of drugs, stylistic innovation, psychedelia and sex, and it was at least partly as a reaction to this culture that Niven wrote unashamedly Heinleinian fiction. Known Space was staggeringly successful, and there was a period when almost every year he walked away with one or even several of SF's major awards.

His primary form, the serial as fully developed universe, had been around since the dawn of SF. By basing multiple stories in the same universe, the serial form allows you to simplify your writing process (the work of establishing your style and setting has already been done) while allowing you to market your story to the magazines as the latest in a successful run. Once the universe's internal rules and history have developed you have a serial that can be greater than the sum of its parts. Some successful examples are Cordwainer Smith's Instrumentality Of Mankind, Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles or Asimov's Foundation series. It's a form that can only exist in Science Fiction (although Salinger's Glass family stories come from a similar stock) and is a corner of some of the more ambitious work in the genre. As an aside, some of the most hideous crimes against the genre have been committed by an author trying to kludge already written and successful stories retrospectively into the same universe (see, also, Asimov's Foundation series, or King's Dark Tower). There are also serious risks to working with this form as you write yourself into a smaller and smaller imaginative corner while your fans become evermore rabid: see Terry Pratchett's progressively less imaginative Discworld series. With ambition comes risk.

Not Long Before The End was written by Niven in a setting that could not be further from Known Space: heroic fantasy. He is flamboyant about this, starting with the sentence "A swordsman battled a sorcerer once upon a time", and he goes on to use many of the clichés of the genre, from the sinking of Atlantis (with explicit mention of plate tectonics) to dinosaurs being the remains of dragons. Nonetheless, NLBTE is pure Niven, and it is clear that before writing this story, he had long been living in this setting inside his head. In a 15 page story Niven managed to introduce The Warlock, a major character who would re-appear in much of his fiction, he also set out the rules and tone of a consistent imaginary universe, subverted the traditions of heroic fantasy, and wrote an entertaining adventure story. Small wonder that NLBTE was nominated for The Hugo award.

The story opens with The Warlock, supposedly a great sorcerer but really one of Niven's stock adventurer/scientist heroes, realising that he is about to be attacked by a swordsman with an enchanted weapon. This is the '60's, and Niven writes the swordsman into that great '60's caricature: the square too un-hip to understand what's going on. In the course of the story, the wizard and the swordsman do battle, the wizard (of course) wins, gets the girl and walks off into the sunset. But, obviously, there is more to it than that.

Fantasy and SF have always been strange bedfellows. Twinned together since birth they are often co-categorised as Speculative Fiction, but the need for intellectual content and concept in much of science fiction is often at odds with the escapism and whimsy integral to much of fantasy. The common requirement for a highly developed imaginative world means they draw similar writers and readers, but the trappings and underlying priorities of story structure are at odds and many dedicated fans of one violently reject the other. High fantasy, a world of heroes and elves, is also ripe for subversion. The most famous example of such is probably Ursula Le Guin's Earthsea series (1968), where she tried to subvert the gender and race elements of the genre in her usual stellar fashion. In the Warlock series, Niven attempts the similar trick of forcing heroic fantasy to fit the intellectual consistency typical of his Heinleinian fiction.

The world he creates in this story is one where the source of magic, mana, is a finite resource. Without giving too much away, he sets it on Earth somewhere in the region of 10 000 years ago, and he manages in this story to reveal enough information about this world that we are able to get a firm handle on it's society, history and an understanding that despite the dramatic transformational power of magic it is subservient to the basic principles of physics (there is a lovely joke in here about the enchanted sword coming up against the conservation of momentum). The idea of writing hard fantasy, with the basic idea of entropy (one of science fiction's biggest ideas) as applied to magic, had legs. So, despite the relatively few publications in this series (9 further stories and novels), other prominent writers chose to write within the world Niven created, in an anthology called The Magic May Return.

Of the further stories set in the Warlock's world the best is probably What Good Is A Glass Dagger? (1972), but the definitive novel that would hook these stories into a wider audience never materialised. Niven has always been limited in that while he is a superb short story writer (there is nothing primitive about his prose, and his twists are masterful), he clearly struggles with the structural complexities of a larger novel. I suspect this is what has often led him to collaborate with other authors, with variable degree of success. Over the last thirty years his collaborations with Jerry Pournelle (an unapologetic polemicist) have become increasingly politically charged and his own works have shown less care and craftsmanship. There have recently been two novels by these two, set in The Warlock's world, that I am very wary of reading.

Back in '69, the early Warlock stories were a wonderful breath of the best elements of science fiction, lashing their intelligence across the lazier landscape of heroic fantasy. Not Long Before The End was a battle hymn for the brainier side of science fiction in the New Wave/Hard SF wars of the late sixties, and it contained within it the seed of all that would follow, and much that failed to arrive.