The Worst Book Cover I Have Ever Seen

I read an excellent book recently.

Unfortunately it also has the misfortune of what is pretty close to the worst cover I have ever seen. I’ve owned it for quite a few months now and I still can’t get past just how dreadful it is.

Trying to convince people this book is fucking fantastic is going to be a challenge. But it is.

Trying to convince people this book is fucking fantastic is going to be a challenge. But it is.

Fools is the most genuine examination of identity within the cyberpunk framework that I have ever read. Pat Cadigan has created a very rich world with enough allegories and metaphors that are painfully pointed or sometimes very beautiful. These are layered neatly with literal interpretations, an exploration of the physical consequences of the ability to create false personalities and memories within the brain, all loaded into an excellent action-adventure full of all sorts of fun. It’s not what you’d call dry.

I don’t feel like I’m doing this book justice in that description.

For context I read Fools directly after Slow River by Nicola Griffith and they make for an interesting comparison. I’m not going to go into detail, but these two books exemplify to me what this idea of bio-punk SHOULD be about rather than letting it be led by Paolo Bacigalupi and that fucking awful embarrassment of a book The Windup Girl.

However, moving back to Cadigan, the reason I picked up Fools was I’d just read Synners and this was the only other book of Cadigan’s that I could easily find. For some reason, only one of her books has been put into the Gollancz SF Masterworks, which is a shame, because I think both these books are worthy of it. Book depository tells me Cadigan has an SF gateway omnibus collection featuring Fools, Mindplayers and Tea From An Empty Cup coming out in about four months. It’s basically moved to the top of my ‘to buy’ list.

See a much prettier cover.

See a much prettier cover.

Synners is very much the product of that old-skool cyberpunk period when Cadigan was roped into being the token girl in the boys’ club. Of all the cyberpunk (not much) I have read it does something the other books never managed: it makes the drive for technological post-humanism that all the characters have seem human, humane and relatable. Suddenly, you find yourself able to understand this desire and force, as well as the fun of a tech-ridden world. It doesn’t make hacking into a cool but unintelligible and mysterious dark art – it treats it as a skill and a mindset. It makes them relatable and learnable.

Cadigan fills the book with powerful imagery and concepts, and while some of the repeating phrases are clumsy and a little corny, the themes are kept grounded enough. On top of that, there’s an awareness of the socio-economic consequences that isn’t glossed over, which I think makes it feel more honest. It really hit me writing this. Synners is the book that has made cyberpunk seem like a sub-genre of value to me for more than just it’s hilarious and fun aesthetic (which I love to bits).

Both books are excellent, but Synners is probably an easier book to love. That said, both of these books have aged well, especially in comparison to many of the other cyberpunk novels of that generation. Definitely worth reading.

It’s a shame most of her books don’t seem to be as easily available as Synners.

Thoughts on Strozza

It’s been several books and I still haven’t decided how I feel about Charles Stross’ work. This seems kind of important as well – I’m helping to run Swancon 2013* and Strozza** will be one of our headline guests. I figured I should probably have an opinion about him that isn’t just “He runs a pretty sweet blog”.

My introduction to Strozza was Glasshouse, via the university SF club’s bookclub. I mostly remember Glasshouse for the girl I have a massive ridiculous crush on ranting for hours about dualism and how the basic premise of the book is wrong. Ah, hot philosophy students, I love you guys.*** Even, it turns out, to the point of forgetting half a book I want to write about.

I enjoyed it well enough though. The idea of using gamification to criticize suburbia and 20th century gender roles was fun, and it was clever enough, if not exactly groundbreaking. I mean, wow, the role of suburban housewife is depressing and awful, even for a man (literally) stuck in a woman’s body! Who’d have thought?

Something something, men shouldn’t throw stones, something something. All wit here today guys.

Halting State was next. A friend loaned me a copy which had a recommendation from one of the creators of Doom and Quake on the cover.

If nothing else, I love the pixel art on the cover.

The first couple of pages had me hooked and I didn’t touch another book until I finished.

John Carmack

So you know, sold.

It’s mostly a fun and entertaining book, a murder mystery with a cyberpunk twist, with real and virtual worlds becoming integrated. There are reviews commenting, amongst other things, on the early 90s style in the idea of VR goggles. But really, sunnies that provided an online overlay over the real world seemed quite sensible to me, and the comments seemed to be missing the bigger picture. It did lack quite a lot though – it was overlong,  had an annoying tone and some fucking disgusting characters that put me right off.

Polyester Girl

On the other hand, Saturn’s Children and Accelerando were fucking amazing. Saturn’s Children in particular had me absolutely captivated. I am completely in love with its universe and still so smitten that I can’t even begin to try and organise my thoughts coherently enough to review, let alone analyse competently, the book. So I guess I’ll leave that as really fucking high praise here, and save an actual critique for some other post. The flaw was the strength of the ending though.

Really, the trouble with Strozza is just how fucking smug some of his writing is. This especially goes for Halting State, less so for Saturn’s Children and Accelerando. Don’t get me wrong: in some ways that smugness is well deserved. He does write a very good, intelligent story.  He also writes, when he wants to, very interesting, if not always likeable, human and nonhuman characters. And the ideas are clever. It’s just that sometimes, they’re not quite clever enough to justify the smugness. Part of this is probably my English student wanker coming in here, but I just don’t see a reason, if you are going to be show-off, to be so freaking obvious and unsubtle about it. Unless, maybe, you’re damn sure noone is going to be able to see what you did there, but then half the arrogance should be flying over our heads as well.

Originally, when trying to put this post together, the notes I had were over three pages long, so I’m going to stop here for now. I haven’t even gotten into any deep and meaningful substance from these books, and there is a lot of substance there, let alone the discussion on post-cyberpunk Strozza’s work seems to create. To give the vaguest overview, themes lean heavily towards post-humanism, transhumanism, postmodernism and explorations of gender and queer theories. The books are heavy on the intertextual references too, and use a huge amount of high-concept scientifics (that may or may not be bluffed) to push plots and characters foward. Strozza even mostly manages to avoid the books getting bogged down in this.

Right, I was going to stop. For a final thought, the fact I can’t stop spewing out a mess of thoughts in every direction about each book is a good sign. I’ve gained an understanding of why all the academics I know seem to be enamoured, yet I can also understand why people who just want fun SF-action love him as well.

I’d still rather not have been left so irritated though.

*  Yes, I still haven’t worked on that website. Shuddup, I’mma volunteer. A very tired,  nearly burned out one.
** It’s a long story. Basically for some reason I always want to hear Stross’s name in a rural Aussie accent. Hence Strozzzzzaaaahhh.
*** Hot student is in fact much smarter than me (and is currently doing her PhD in something sciencey). We are also good friends and the jokes about objectifying her go all sorts of ways.