I’m Voting For Winston Peters.

Personal opinions really in play – Last week I replied to a survey asking how and if I’d vote this year. I replied that I would certainly be voting, I always do. I regard it as a civic duty. However for whom I’d vote is trickier. National? I don’t like that smarmy, cold-eyed, gladhander. Labour? Please, they aren’t labour any more, they’re barely left of centre and their leader is a pompous self-righteous prat. Greens? Too unrealistic. So, in the end I guess I’m voting for Winston. Why? Because any time he’s got in he’s made the lives of the other parties a misery. And right now I see that as the best solution. If they’re coping with him, they may have less time to make the lives of ordinary people difficult, and that’ll do me!

THE KRAKEN WAKES by John Wyndam.

Hardcover, published Michael Joseph 1980, (original publication 1953.)

Frankly I have always liked this book more than The Day of the Triffids although I do really like that one as well. But with Kraken I like the main characters Mike and Phyllis better, and the story of their survival I find slightly more interesting as well. One of the things I like about the book too is that it doesn’t cater to the lowest denominator. In one place Mike doesn’t just quote a very appropriate Latin tag, Phyllis responds, also in Latin and in the correct singular. How many authors could get away with that these days? Poetry (again appropriately) is quoted several times too, and then on the other side, a clever and amusing original song appears. Nor, as were many of the books from the 1950s, is this a ‘slim volume’, it’s a good 100,000 words plus. Buy this book and get genuine value for money.

The story was written before much was known about Global Warming, nowadays if you write SF about that, you have all the scientific stuff. In the day when this was written if you wanted to drown the world you needed a McGuffin. Wyndam found it in a possible invasion from outer space by something that needed the world to have increased darkness and water pressure. (Around this time Murray Leinster produced a very similar book The Listeners.) In The Kraken wakes, Mike and Phyllis Watson are journalists for the English Broadcasting Corporation. (mildly amusingly, they keep having to explain that they work for the EBC not the BBC.) They work mostly as a team and have good jobs and two comfortable homes, one a flat in London, the other a cottage in Cornwall. And in case we get the impression they’re overpaid, the information is given that the latter was purchased with a legacy Phyllis received. The book is ‘written by Mike’ and begins with a couple of pages that take up the story towards the end of events, it then reverts to the very beginning, always a fine device for catching the reader’s attention.

Briefly the plot goes as follows, while on honeymoon Mike and Phyllis see five strange objects come down from the sky into the sea. They later discover that a number of sightings of this kind are being made but mostly brushed off as fitting into the area of UFOs and cranks. However events escalate and ships are being sunk until Governments realise that they are in a war. They retaliate, and in counter-retaliation from the deeps, warm currents begin to circulate that melt ice caps. The water rises, Mike and Phyllis, originally broadcasting from the London HQ of their organisation, finally decide to retreat to their cottage in Cornwall. They reach there safely and are startled some time later to receive a visit from a neighbour saying that the authorities are asking for them in radio messages. Having reorganised and gained better control again the Government wants them back to do their old job and the book ends with Mike and Phyllis deciding to return as requested and musing on events.

The characters of Mike and Phyllis were both believable and likeable and the whole plot hung together extremely well. They don’t live a life that’s unusual, they live and work in a major city, they have a tragedy (the loss of a child at 18 months) they have good jobs that they enjoy, and a rock-solid marriage that fuels much of the background. Both have strengths and weaknesses and they know this, so that they tend to step back and give either the best opportunity for whatever they’ll do best. The book’s time line is obscure. There is very little internal evidence of exactly how much time is passing but reading it most recently I realise that the events take place over quite a number of years, perhaps as much as a decade. It didn’t detract from my enjoyment, rather the reverse, as being told over and over again exactly how many weeks/months/years are passing and hammering on and on about it have on occasion slowed down a book’s plot and decreased my pleasure in reading it. There is just sufficient mention in throwaway phrases now and again to provide the knowledge that events are taking place over a span of years and that was all that I found necessary. In short, written in 1953 or not, this book still holds up as an excellent read and I recommend it.

(It may have also inspired Thunder my Ocicat. I was reading clever one-liners to him from the book when I reread it recently when he suddenly leapt off the bed and charged several times around the house, leaving odd items crashing in his wake. An attempt to emulate the book title as a charade perhaps…?)

Another Sale

My story, The Steam-Powered Camera has just been contracted for David Riley’s annual Steampunk Trails anthology. I’ve been selling to Dave for around 12 years, and it’s nice to make another sale to him and his editor (Julie Campbell) for these Steampunk anthologies.

Lambs

Yes, the ewes lambed and now the babies have all been brought in and the stuff done for them that happens at that time of the year. Rubber rings on the tails, and vaccinations. It wasn’t well received – it never is – but better that than flystrike or tetanus. So they’re back out in the paddock muttering to themselves but safe from the nasty things that can afflict small lambs. And I can feel free to get on with my writing.

Story Appeared

It’s been a year for story sales and appearances to date. The other week I got two ‘author copies’ of a very well presented and attractive hardcover. These are of an anthology from Guideposts in the USA – Best Angel Stories of 2014, and contain my story, A Still Small Voice. (I note that they also have an excellent story by my friend Laraine Barker. ) I was pleased to see this, it’s a nice job, and graces my bookshelves.

CASINO INFERNALE by Simon Green.

Hardcover, ROC, June 2013.

Also a Christmas present and received with cries of joy. I like much of what this author produces, (he lost me partway through his Deathstalker series) and while I don’t like the Drood series (of which this is the 7th ) quite as much as other series like the Nightside, Haven, the loose ‘Blue Moon’ grouping, and Ghost Finders, I do enjoy it sufficiently to have the series shelved in my ‘permanent’ section. Interestingly in this book there is substantial bleedover from others of Green’s series too, with Nightside and Ghost Finders characters popping up in a number of places. In Casino Infernale too I think that a reader would have had to have read at least the last couple of books in the series to know the background. If you haven’t you could have trouble picking up a number of the plot threads because this is an intensification of previous action.

Eddie and his beloved Molly Metcalf, have been given a mission by the Department of the Uncanny. They are to attend Casino Infernale and break the bank that backs the casino, The Shadow Bank. Many have tried, to date none have succeeded, but Eddie and Molly had better not fail because those behind the Shadow Bank have plans and not good ones. Entangled with all this there’s a return of the car (with a personality all of its own,) J.C. From Ghost Hunters, an appearance of the Nazi version of Valkyries, several million sort-of-clones, an equine God, two great characters from Shadows Fall, and a resounding ending in which the bad guys become the good guys…sort-of.

The ongoing mystery of just how Molly’s parents did die and who was really responsible moves on slightly, with hints that the person they know to have committed the actual killings may have been justified in some way, under duress, or even not quite as guilty as claimed. IF you have already read at least the book before this one, Casino Infernale is recommended. If not, start at the beginning and get to it. The journey? Fun.

Public Speaking and Panic

After an email recently it occurred to me just how lucky I am. I’m one of the Guests of Honour at Conclave 2, the National SF Convention in Auckland over Anzac weekend. And as such I’ll be doing a seminar or two, the odd talk, and I could be grabbed for a panel if someone’s needed in a hurry. And that’s where the luck comes in. That doing this sort of thing doesn’t bother me at all. I know writers for whom this produces panic at the very idea, let alone actually standing up before anywhere from 20-200 people and talking. They go hot, cold, feel faint, they sweat, go clammy, and feel nauseous. I have none of that and I’m deeply grateful for it. But the odd thing is that apparently this fear of public speaking is based on a ‘prey response.’ I had that mentioned to me only recently and was surprised so I looked it up and while studies are interesting, I’m not entirely sure that this fear has much to do with prey response.

I note that in some of the studies/articles on this, it is said that public speaking is something that must be learned, and that a speaker needs to learn not to react with a prey response. Nonsense. I’ve been able to speak in and to the public since I was as young as 6-7 when I performed at church socials. I think that the ability to do this may be inborn in some, but may need to be learned for others, but that you cannot truthfully say it must be learned by everyone, only by some. Apparently the sight of all those faces looking back, for some people triggers the prey feeling that a predator is fixing on them, and that, or even the memory of it having happened on a previous occasion, can now produce prey-response. Myself I think that it is more likely that it takes a previous unpleasant or unhappy experience of public speaking to produce that, and if such an event never occurs, you’ll have always spoken happily in public. I also believe that if that negative memory is replaced by one that IS pleasant, then the person will continue happily with public speaking thereafter.

And therein lies the difference between scientific studies and the layperson’s experiences. They have studied the response and come to a conclusion that the response is instinctual and must be trained out of everyone. I know that it never applied to me, I was never trained out of something that didn’t exist for me, and I know that on a number of occasions over my life I have convinced friends with that problem to speak in public under circumstances that have provided a pleasant and amusing outcome. They are now fine with public speaking. Why weren’t they before? Because they had an earlier specific unpleasant experience and were afraid of it occurring again. This isn’t an instinctual prey-response, it’s one that was learned and can be unlearned. It’s this sort of thing that now and again makes me wonder about scientific studies. Or is it just that I and those others who have never minded public speaking – lack a prey-response? Any scientists out there with a good answer?

How Dry It Is.

Looking at the TV news on the recent floods in Christchurch I’m very grateful that we don’t flood up here. We do get ferocious gales however so I suppose it’s always something. And currently the last three months have been too dry as well. I guess with a farmer the weather is rarely perfect. However I’ll settle for not-perfect. It’s better than floods. Also just past has been the 10th anniversary of the 2004 floods when a whole bunch of bridges were washed out, a number of small vaillages were completely cut off, a main gasline was wrecked, and many farms were under water. I remember it vividly because the low-lying areas in the neighbouring Wairarapa and Manawatu were flooded. Farside being where it was, yet again stayed dry. And before someone says that I’m ‘lucky.’ No, actually that’s why I purchased here, because it’s well away from possible floods or tsunamis. Of course, I’m also a mere 20k from a major mountain range. I’ll just have to hope that no dormant volcanos reactivate…

MODESTY BLAISE-The Green-Eyed Monster, by Peter O’Donnell, (art by Enric Romero.)

large-size soft cover, Titan Books, September 2005.

The author produced only 13 volumes of the Modesty Blaise full-length books and short stories collections that weren’t comic strip, I loved all of them, (see the entry – Modesty Blaise in my Have You Overlooked – ? section. So I finally decided to buy one of the comic strip books just to see if theyw ere readable. It was as I feared, for someone who prefers actual words, and who reads naturally at a very high speed, a book of three ‘strip’ stories isn’t nearly as good, but it’s still a long way past better than nothing. The artwork is very well reproduced, the stories are good with the authentic feel, and other familiar characters such as Sir Gerald Tarrant are involved. And, I could also pick out events/characters here and there in the three tales, that had also popped up in the books. Not exactly the same, no, but just sufficiently similar that I could see perhaps their genesis in the strip before their far more fully fleshed-out appearance in the books.

Titan list another nine in this large-size softcover comic strip reprint series, each so far as I know, with three stories. One or two of those may be too close to the books, so if you have the books you may not want to buy the Titan strips that cover those stories, but if you don’t have the books and like comic strip, then these are probably the way to go. If you’d prefer the books but don’t have them, I see that The Book Depositary UK seems to have at least some of the original books in currently reprinted editons at very reasonable prices. I recommend the books/story collections wholeheartedly, and the comic strip books reservedly. However I should add that I plan to buy others of them myself so the reservation is more personal, and isn’t too stringent.

 

More Articles out

In addition to stories, in case no one has guessed, I also write articles for a number of venues. Last couple of weeks there’s been a spate of them appearing. From Freelance Writers has come, ABUSING HISTORY, FACTS AND COMMONSENSE. The SPCA quarterly, Animals’ Voice published, BEWARE OF HEAT, and PROPERTY OF A YELLOWHAMMER, while the Australian Writers’ Website put up my article, REMAINDERS: A Little Advice. To top that off, CADS (which does factual items on mystery fiction and its authors) published my article, MODERN THEMES IN JOSEPHINE TEY. You can’t say my work doesn’t get around.