Lucifer 2, 3, 4
Since my post on the first collection, I managed to find the next three collections of Mike Carey's Lucifer comic (Children and Monsters, A Dalliance with the Damned, and The Divine Comedy) in Borders' interestingly organized graphic novel section.
These are very good, indeed, though I don't think I'd agree with Emmet's claim that they're better than Sandman (Lucifer is just a hair too amoral for my tastes). And really, I don't have much to say other than that.
I'll be ordering the next volumes from Amazon Real Soon Now, because they don't appear to be re-stocking these at the local Borders, let alone ordering the next couple.
Posted at 8:02 PM | link |
I mentioned a little while back that I have a lousy track record as far as predicting or voting for the winners of the Hugo Award. Twice in the last few years, this has involved preferring a Robert Charles Wilson novel to the actual Best Novel winner, and while he's not on the ballot this year, I fully expect to be talking up Spin for next year's award. Whether the rest of SF fandom will come to their senses and agree with me remains an open question, but this is really an excellent book.
Spin is SF on a grand scale, covering several decades in the life of the narrator, and several billion years of the history of the Solar System. Tyler Dupree is twelve years old when he watches the stars go out in the company of Jason and Diane Lawton. The Earth has been wrapped in a semi-permeable membrane of some sort, that blocks out the stars and the Moon, but lets heavily filtered sunlight shine through. And soon after the appearance of the Spin membrane, put in place by powers unknown (those responsible are referred to as the Hypotheticals throughout), the disturbing truth becomes clear: time is passing faster outside the Spin than in-- for every year that passes on Earth, a hundred million years go by outside.
It's high-concept stuff. But this is, after all, a Robert Charles Wilson novel, and the plot that follows is as concerned with the personal lives of Tyler, Jason, and Diane as it is with the grand questions of who put the Spin in place and why. It's written as Tyler's memoir, with two separate plot threads describing events in the years after the Spin, and events taking place far in the future (the two plots eventualy converge), and Tyler is writing about his own life, and his own concerns.
The basic issue here is summed up nicely in an early passge (a lengthy, but necessary quote):
People younger than me have asked me: Why didn't you panic? Why didn't anyone panic? Why was there no looting, no rioting? Why did your generation acquiesce, why did you all slide into the Spin without even a murmur of protest?
Sometimes I say, But terrible things did happen.
Sometimes I say, But we didn't understand. And what could we have done about it?
And sometimes I cite the parable of the frog. Drop a frog into boiling watter, he'll jump out. Drop a frog into a pot of pleasantly warm water, stoke the heat slowly, and the frog will be dead before he knows there's a problem.
The obliteration of the stars wasn't slow or subtle, but neither, for most of us, was it immediately disatrous. If you were an astronomer or a defense strategist, if you worked in telecommunications or aerospace, you probably spent the first few days of the Spin in a state of abject terror. But if you drove a bus or flipped burgers, it was all more or less warm water.
That passage is really a capsule description of Wilson's work (at least, those books of his that I've read): Gigantic, cosmic, world-changing events happen, and people more or less try to get on with their lives. Over the course of Spin, the Earth moves billions of years into the future, Mars is terraformed and then enclosed within its own Spin membrance, and our knowledge of the Solar System is fundamentally transformed. Meanwhile, Tyler writes about failed romantic relationships, Diane's slide into a religious cult, and political jockeying between Jason and his domineering father. The world-changing events get their due, but the personal comes first.
I suspect this sort of approach hurts him with many Hugo voters, but I find it brilliant. And Spin succeeds on both levels (it's better than The Chronoliths and Blind Lake at balancing the cosmic stuff with the personal relationships): the characters are well-drawn and their relationships are believable, and the gosh-wow central conceit is very impressive in its own right.
This book is pretty much exactly what I think literary SF ought to be. The everyday details and personal relationships are handled as well or better than in most mainstream literary novels, and the SF concept has as much "sense of wonder" kick and careful future extrapolation as anything else you'll find on bookstore shelves. It ought to win every prize the field can throw at it.
Posted at 11:06 AM | link |
I can't remember where I read it, but apparently someone tested out the 'parable of the frog'. Turns out the thing gets out of dodge when things get too hot.
Aaron, 04.04.2005, 11:03am | permalink