E-book, 12 stories.
Wow, that’s all I can say. Wow. I’m a sentimentalist for media. I cry in sad movies and reading sad books and stories. And the first one of these got me right where I live. (I have Grown Old In Service To My Country by Cary G. Osborne.) For two reasons. One was that a couple of years ago I volunteered to go to Mars. Yes, a five year round trip, but on my own and I would have gone if selected too. But the project folded. Reading this story I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad about that. But the story itself has real power, and the ending rang like a bell. Doc and the Crash Landing by J. A. Campbell is a great tale, aliens looking for auto parts, and a guy and his dog. A dog that hunts vampires and werewolves and chats to squirrels, with a horde of squirrels that, after consultation, save the day. Yes! David Lee Summers’ Arachne’s Stepchildren was a carry-me-along story, the end is open but that way is right this time. There are so many possibilities inherent in the plot that to have shut the story down using only one wouldn’t have worked. And I can’t help wondering, what could he do with this as a book?
Then there is Kanti’s BlacK Box by Nicole Givens Kurtz, a story that reminds readers that under an alien skin there may still beat a heart-analogue that has similar emotions to ours.., and Red Ashes by Sam Knight had a surprising finale to an absorbing story. Altogether this was a solid, well’chosen anthology. While I liked the stories I have mentioned better than others, there was no story I disliked. And there aren’t many anthologies about which I can say that. It’s excellent that this is the second of the editor’s anthologies I or a reader friend could say this about and I look forward to more. Recommended.
The Martian Anthology ed. David B. Riley.
STRANGE CHANGES anthology Ed. Jean Goldstrom
softcover, anthology, 22 short stories on title theme.
Reviewed by Steve Johnson.
Another nice offering from Whortleberry Press. Some great stories in this one with one of my favourites only three in. Blue Grass Dreams Aren’t For Free by Gerri Leen is a very good tale of human/horse reversal, although not perhaps as you’d expect. Lyn McConchie’s Sisters too wasn’t what I’d expected, but I really liked it, and The Food Chain by Edward Ahern sent shivers down my spine. I also really enjoyed Tom Howard’s The Last Man, (a creepy little piece) Survival of the Fittest by Jack Hillman, (also creepy) and The Man Who Was Only History by J.J. Steinfeld which acts rather like a punch in the guts. (I don’t like that version of the future, but boy is it powerful.)
I found that the two stories I didn’t enjoy as much were both set very solidly in American backgrounds, (so much so that I doubt someone not that conversant with such backgrounds may, as I did, not quite understand or appreciate them. This is not the author’s fault, it’s merely a fact. Nor is it a mistake for an editor to use the works, since she is American and the anhtology would primarily be sold there. But as someone on the other side of the world, I didn’t get a lot of the nuances and was aware of it. That said, with 22 stories, and only two that didn’t do it for me, that’s an excellent result. Chuck’s tag lines put a nice cap on the anthology too. How to sum up a story in a phrase – and he’s good at it. Recommended.
New Articles out
It’s the time of the year when my consumer/recycling articles start appearing in our Saturday Supplement for local paper Dannevirke News. Less going on, available space needing to be filled, so THINGS TO DO WITH LEMON BALM appeared Jan.16th, COMMON BUT DEADLY HOUSE PLANTS appeared Jan 23rd. And WHAT’S NOT GOOD FOR YOUR PET (Plants) appeared on Jan.30th.
One day when I have sufficient of these written I’ll take the time to edit, sort, rearrange, and do them as a small non-fiction book for consumers. Until them it’s fun doing them anyhow.
Overproduction
The hens seem to have gone into overdrive since the start of the year. Last evening I went out to collect eggs and came back with 16, that’s for the past two days. I eat maybe 2-6 a week, and I’m getting around 4 dozen, so, yes. I’ve been gifting friends with eggs. They’re happy about that, so am I. But I know that sooner or later the hens will all moult simultaneously, and there’ll be no eggs for some time. Life is very poorly adjusted.
My Musings on Old Age 13
When I was 20 ‘security’ meant very little to me
When I was 40, it meant walking home after dark with a friend.
When I was sixty it meant living next door to a pitbull that loves me, and would arrive in one flying leap if I screamed.
If I make it to 80, I suspect it will mean very little again if I’m still living far out in the country. Or far too much if I’ve moved into town. Conclusion, urban living makes you nervous.
THUNDERBIRD by Jack McDevitt.
Hardcover, published by ACE, December 2015.
Many of Jack’s books have been a mad romp through space, but this one has a thread of seriousness running under the surface right throughout the book. The romp is there, but the book made me think hard about a few things too.
In the Sioux Reservation of Spirit Lake an ancient teleportation facility has been excavated. It leads directly to three worlds to which modern human explorers have travelled at least once. There is the world they call Riverwalk, the world of the Maze, and Eden, a beautiful world that appears unspoiled and uninhabited. But two of these worlds are going to provide surprises, as is the Space Station which, initially not completely accessible, will open up a very large can of worms once the closed portion is opened.
And that is where the underlying thread comes in. Eden is temptation, to behave as badly as humans can or do, to take advantage, and seize unlawfully, and to assume that might is right. But there is a greater danger, which put simply is that each world or destination has new places for which they provide a jumping-off place. And what happens if the place that is found is deadly? If an explorer brings back something they can’t prevent or control? Something already has come back from the world of the Maze, it was returned, but did it stay returned? And it appeared to be benign, but will it remain so, and even if of goodwill, how much can alien goodwill be guaranteed to align with our definition of that?
The space station views have shown something that is alarming, entities have come from the Maze, and with Eden under threat, is this facility too dangerous to allow people continued access? I found that I was asking myself that as I read. What would I do? What would my decision be if it were up to me? I believe in progress, but I acknowledge that any form of progress brings a downside. Cars speed up our lives while continuing to kill and maim large numbers of us. The internet is useful, but trolling has caused the suicides of too many of those bullied.
And there is my own bugbear. The Large Hadron Collider. Yes, it is bringing new scientific knowledge, but how much use will that be to us all if the outcome at some stage is a doomsday scenario. A number of scientists have denied this possibility, and no doubt they were telling the truth as they saw it. They said that the chances of this happening were one in 50 million. Ah guys, the chances for someone to win the recent one and a half billion dollar lottery were a lot higher, and guess what, three people won. The law of chance is merciless. Sooner or later, the coin lands wrong side up and you lose. All of which makes me wonder just how safe we are from the Large Hadron Collider and a doomsday event. Which is the reason behind the main character’s decision in Thunderbird. In many ways I would protest it in real life however in real life too I would also understand and even agree.
And that’s what makes this book such a good read. There’s the excitement of looking at new worlds, the discoveries, the explorations, and the chance of something really wonderful. Then there’s the other side, in which you see the motivations of many involved and the dangers of pushing ahead too fast, and you wonder if that happened here which side would you come down on? In the end I couldn’t be certain, but I know about the Collider, If asked I wouldn’t have agreed to it, and that’s makes it possible I’d have done as Thunderbird’s character did in the end.
Still the decision was so finely balanced throughout the book that you don’t know what it will be until the final pages, and I still can’t be sure I’d agree, not quite. So I guess I’ll be reading this book every few years for the next thirty trying to decide. In the other words, yup, it’s twenty-second great Jack McDevitt. Go and buy it, see if you’d make the same decision, and remember, one chance in fifty million, still means there’s a chance!
Busy Busy Books
No, I didn’t have much of a break over year’s end. If it wasn’t one thing it was another, the farm, visitors, writing small stuff and – then there were books. I celebrated my ‘break’ by completing revision on the Holmes book (Poisonous People) due to appear shortly, while at the same time writing the next (Familiar Crimes) which went to be considered at the publisher shortly after the start of the year. And the truth is that I like being busy. I like knowing that there’s a list of things to do over the next six months or so. I can move those around, speed up, slow down, but every so often I can cross off something on the list, and move on to the next item. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. Currently on the list for this year are writing three novellas, three books (plus more short stories and articles) – and lambing – A nice spread of activities. And no, I’m never bored either.
A New Year Cometh – 2016 and all that.
Christmas was pleasant, New year was fun, and I arrived in 2016 with a hiss and a roar. There was the shearing to do, all my Christmas cards and letters to get posted, followed by hay-making, weaning lambs, and talking on the phone or on the sofa to a number of friends and visitors. Thunder adored the latter, that cat considers the entire human race exists solely to ‘love the cat’ NOW! So we had a very nice time. I got books, DVDs and chocolate for Christmas, how well my friends know me. Saw the New year in and congratulated myself on surviving another year. Ah, yes, as Andre used to say to me, “cats, books, life is good.”
My Musings on Old Age 12
years ago I was told that the good part of ageing was that temptation quits showing up on the doorstep. So does that nean I haven’t gotten old yet, because I’m still getting that knock at the door. (It’s just from different temptations, that’s all.)
And OverHot too
16 February 2016
The weather here began overheating at the start of the year. Usually we don’t get it so hot until February, but most of January was 30 degrees plus and I loathe it. Of course, it’s my own fault, I should buy an air conditioner. Instead I swelter. Why? Well, I look at the cost of an air conditioner, work out how many new books I could buy for that amount and – I buy books. And unless I get an unexpected and very good deal on a cheap used air conditioner, I suspect I never will own one. There’s an upside to this however. I don’t notice the heat when I’m writing. So far this summer I’ve written a LOT, and I expect to write a lot more. Swings and roundabouts.