Monday, 29 September 2025

This Is For Everyone

This Is For Everyone

TimBerners-Lee

Macmillan hardback £25 

***** (5 stars) review by Tony Lee 

Not my usual choice of SF reading but, certainly, a genre-adjacent book, Tim Berners-Lee’s excellent memoir is most effective as a modern-history of how and why, the W.W.W. (world wide web, I’ll call it Web here) developed. From the 1980s’ home-computer boom, before the Internet (as we know it, today) arrived in the 1990s, an obvious-in-retrospect inspiration for ideas about the Web’s interconnectedness and vitally, interoperability, was Berners-Lee’s job at CERN, in Geneva. There, nationalism seemed to be absent if not pointless, and the multi-cultural concerns of that establishment’s scientific melting-pot, overcame language-barriers and scaled economic walls, in pursuit of a great prospect, that was, very simply - ‘for everyone’, as Tim claims, repeatedly. I would certainly agree that he’s done far more with technology, for humanity, than his famous contemporaries, multi-billionaire Bill Gates, and gadget-maker Steve Jobs, also born in 1955. 

You don’t need to have (like me), used a desktop PC for 25 years, published stuff, owned website domains, etc. because Tim fully explains his inventions, each, and every, step of the way, and if you already know basic stuff, about the Web, this book reads like a helpful refresher-course (I completely forgot ‘Yahoo’ was a backronym). How the Web grew, from its first ‘hobby’ server, to attracting over 5.5 billion users online in only three dozen years is such a fascinating autobiographical story, of truly International success, that THIS IS FOR EVERYONE is, undeniably, an important book. If you only buy one non-fiction text, this year, pick this one. It’s genuinely essential reading.


The book often mentions web ‘evangelists’, while comments from (or about) A.I. optimists versus dystopian-cult pessimism might prompt quasi-religious thinking, on right and wrong/good versus evil, whether (or not) any form of super-intelligence is likely or impossible... as tech ‘god’ or ‘devil’. It does all look, increasingly, as if we have a stark Wellsian choice of, only comic-book style, futures ahead (depressingly apocalyptic... or positively utopian?). But Tim argues against such polarised thinking. Global negotiations are still on-going, with many compromises to be expected.    

This inventor is not done yet. Sir Tim (aka: TimBL) also promotes an ‘intention’ economy, for the Web, over the current ‘attention economy’, that rules most toxic social-media platforms. His campaigns in favour of online-privacy have now resulted in practical stuff like a 'data wallet', offering ‘personal data sovereignty’ that has every individual “empowered by their own digital footprint”, with total control of details and strict sharing-limitations, like access for shopping, banking  transactions. It sounds far better than the Labour government’s ‘free’, and yet ‘compulsory’, digital ID (to be called ‘Brit-card’?), that was immediately criticised by civil-liberty groups.

Tuesday, 28 January 2025

Book Lovers

The Book Lovers

Steve Aylett

Snow paperback £9.99 

***** (5 stars) review by Tony Lee  

I have been a fan of Steve Aylett since the 1990s, and always loved re-reading his books, and comics. His writing combines wisdom and humour, but with a rare intelligence that never turns pretentious, as creativity in Aylett’s stories is a thought-provoking challenge. Aylett’s impact on genre literature appears wildly undervalued by most book critics, and the reading public. To me, Aylett is the post-modern equivalent of a Ray Bradbury, with practically unique merits in science fiction, fantasy, and mystery. Relevance to Bradbury is especially notable here as THE BOOK LOVERS plays like a thematic prequel to classic dystopia Fahrenheit 451 (1953), upgraded eloquently for the 21st century. Clearly, Aylett doesn’t have melancholy attitudes like the grandfatherly Bradbury, or nostalgic attachments to childhood dreams. Instead, with astonishingly witty approaches to narrative-framing conventions, and significantly economical character-building tropes, Aylett’s inspired by the likes of literary stylist Jorge Luis Borges. Playful channelling of tropes from Borges is particularly evident when Aylett’s deep-reading characters discuss entirely invented and yet influential books as if they’re reviewing novels or laudable stories from other writers. 

Despite frequently effervescent prose, the density of this work often feels like a far larger book “with pages like geological layers”. With Aylett’s humility here, an apparently ‘cult’ author in this fictional-English realm declares: “the world is not a golem for us to write a meaning upon” and later, he admits “you don’t want an idea burning a hole in the page.” The cream of concrete solidity with DNA scale info prompts absurd thoughts like tearing any page from this book to plant in the ground, and then expecting it to sprout instantly, as Jack’s magic beanstalk. THE BOOK LOVERS delivers metaphors with irony baked in, yet fearlessly deploys puns dusted for prints by forensic sarcasm. “A world that needs so many inspirational slogans to get through it is probably defective.” 

Charmingly, the quasi-steampunk subgenre explored in these pages offers far more than merely a convenient marketing label that this book wears much like a fashion statement. Dream-girl Sophie, an improbable heiress and, reportedly, a kidnapping victim, is also a heroine with fabulous “cherry sherbet chemistry”, seeming to possess an enviable charisma with enough personable appeal to easily win over full hearts and open minds. Top police officer on this increasingly weird case, D.I. Nightjar investigates and interviews suspects and holds “strangers to account in a land where precision is a liability and continuity an embarrassment”.

Fictional options here are like opinions. Everyone’s got some, if not all of them. A thinly shrouded commentary on cancel culture and climate crisis? Check. The key text for this puzzler might be anarchist bible, Truth’s Flying Visit, a cult-book by the Rook, claiming “we strive to individuate a mistake so as not to acknowledge the universal error”. In our cultural dystopia since the millennium, the quality of Aylett’s best work has a few rivals (Jeff Noon, Rudy Rucker, OK... William Gibson, maybe?) but no equals. Aylett might be the most sublimely conceptual author in any SF blend. He’s certainly the most quotable writer of this century, so far. Almost endlessly repeatable, in fact, as it would be far too easy to fill up column-metres of reviews with favourite lines from THE BOOK LOVERS. I hope, with this latest adventure, Aylett will inspire other writers to follow his leading authorial role, upping the ante for the highest practising ambition in English literature.


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Friday, 21 June 2024

A Brief History Of The Future

‘Longpath’ futurist Ari Wallach’s TV show A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE FUTURE has great commentary, by the likes of Neil deGrasse Tyson and George Monbiot, but also unexpectedly interviews Emmanuel Macron and Ellen MacArthur. Questions without easy answers mean this century’s problems demand imaginative solutions. 

Influential speculative-fiction is clearly not working fast enough by educational standards. Could 3D-printed homes, cyber-thumbs, or coral-farming save the world? Wallach explores naive dead-ends and inspired thinking, asking how can we safely ensure that dazzling sophistication and baffling complexity of humanity develops with sustainable results? 



Monday, 27 May 2024

Dunes

Top surrealistic space-fantasy Dune (1984) is the magnificently cinematic cosmic fairy-tale that genre-thieving Lucas’ clearly wanted STAR WARS to be. Although other directors tried to film Frank Herbert’s novel before (see Ridley Scott’s attempt), and since, David Lynch’s great masterpiece; sadly, “they tried and failed” and their stains became a warning. DUNE’s operatic strange sci-fi eclipses nearly all previous space-opera movies, including Fred Wilcox’s classic FORBIDDEN PLANET (1956), as when the seemingly limitless hyper-science of alien tech on the Krells’ planet Altair 4 is compared with later desert-world Arrakis’ hidden powers. Yet both psychological and philosophical mysteries about invisible forces (see also Jedi check-lists) are revealed by romantic innocence; when Duke’s heir Paul (Kyle MacLachlan, perfectly cast) contrasts with that of (mad?) scientist Morbius’ daughter Altaira. Fathers die, sometimes violently, but offspring usually survive... and might evolve.

“The sleeper must awaken!”

After reading Max Evry’s book A MASTERPIECE IN DISARRAY - a very good compilation of interviews with behind-the-scenes commentary and a great treasury of anecdotes, new interpretations, and reminiscence - I found it an excellent, if repetitive tribute; although its binding proved rubbishy when the hardcover fell apart halfway through my first reading. 

Then I re-watched the studio’s extended TV edition of DUNE (1988), with its clunky comic-book styled intro, and sometimes annoying narration. But even this flawed DVD release, that Lynch himself disowned (“I did not say this. I am not here.”) looks and feels wonderfully superior to John Harrison’s TV remake mini-series (2000). Presented in 4:3 ratio, the 158m. DUNE edition includes a spitting scene inspired by Frank Herbert's eco-aware novel, that fully demonstrates the mythic and vital currency of water. While extra scenes of character development, or depth, are welcome, some of the effects are repeated, a few miniatures are misused in this longer storyline resulting from clumsily revised edits, and additional footage of the Fremen lacks their blue eyes. It remains the best indication that a proper Director’s Cut from Lynch would certainly improve DUNE, much like Zack Snyder’s 4-hour JUSTICE LEAGUE was better than Whedon’s truncated ‘Josstice League’ of 2017.

What never fails to impress me about DUNE, in any of the studio’s cuts, is the picture’s fabulously bizarre atmosphere, strengthened by excellent use of sound effects, and peculiar details like the stunningly animated personal force-fields that are uniquely designed visuals. Of the Harkonnen villains, the diseased, insanely ranting, and almost-campily perverse, floating fatso Baron (Ken McMillan’s edgy psycho performance remains quite definitive) strives to embody the ‘most horrible man in the known universe’, and suceeds where all manner of Darths failed. Although the film's special effects might be polished a bit too shiny if redone by today's standards, following 40 years of technical advancements, the sheer wealth of artistic oddities in Lynch’s extravagantly imaginative DUNE ensures its lasting appeal. As a visionary fusion of quirky SF and grandiose fantasy with such a timeless quality, it seems to me that no mega-budget remake can hope to match it.


I enjoyed both of Denis Villeneuve’s remake movies, but even if combined they never equal the genius level of creativity that benefits Lynch’s original. Yes, the two-part adaptation is undeniably spectacular and vividly stylised SF; including more words, dialogue lines, and Fremen culture references, lifted directly from books of this genre franchise; plus the most cleverly designed ornithopters (like dragonflies), so far. 

And yet, this director also commits obvious mistakes (like bagpipes, for starters). Worst of all though is that he glaringly omits all but a token presence for the Guild Navigators, whose ghastly mutant appearance, and their space-folding powers, so energised the mixed-genre content of Lynch’s movie. This lapse by Villeneuve is unforgiveable because the complete lack of any Guild creatures excludes a major part of DUNE’s pulp-SF themes, simply to focus upon the less fantastic characters’ emotional baggage, and sundry cultural aspects in the world-building scenario. 

So, a messianic Muad’Dib (Tim Chalamet) wins screen-time for a bigger speech, that’s passionately delivered, but also a theatrical exemplar of grandstanding, to unite tribal Fremen freedom-fighters under his banner for a war-of-the-worlds plot that’s rather too boringly dystopian. I would always prefer to see a spectacular new vision about folding space. Giving actors more stuff to do was, ultimately, the downfall of superhero movies in the last 20 years. Villeneuve’s version of DUNE weakens the future possibilities for most blockbuster sci-fi beyond STAR WARS and STAR TREK franchises. Double-DUNE could and should have been a lot better than it is. As it stands, in the latest batch of classic-SF adaptations, even Goyer and Friedman's TV series FOUNDATION - amusingly resembling an Asimovian DR WHO - proved superior as epic space adventure and planetary romance.   

Thursday, 6 October 2022

HyperThick

HyperThick

Steve Aylett

Floating World paperback $15.95

***** (5 stars) review by Christopher Geary 

“If you drink a glass of water while falling off a cliff it has the same effect as poison.” Another bundle of joys, brain-child of Steve Aylett, master-mind of indie comics, HYPERTHICK delivers madly inventive surrealism & frequently caustic satirical broadsides at peak levels of creativity for a stylised medium. Eccentricity of retro-flavoured comics art does style-critics no ersatz favours at all, while “horror expands to accommodate one’s endurance” with earnest defiance of 4-colours conventionality & rationalities taken away to extremes. “Sure, coincidence conducts electricity. But it’s not meant to.”  

Far from rectangular standards of sequential & fictional outlooks now, daze-trader Aylett plops dry wits into witnessing human worlds at bogus works & kilns of role-play. Creative cooking with gassy discharges, here’s gunpowder writing that modestly blasts even serviceable hyperbole with subconscious glee. Fresh icons: fractal-haunted rebel Su Pesto, haywire detective Biloxi Blake, pirate Fox Grave, wry blurter Benny the Hen compete for any attention-span using their tauntingly inspirational jazz, with keynote speech-balloons. “A ghost is the afterimage of someone not seen during their lifetime.” Aylett’s patented sarcastic mayhem looks increasingly likely, but you cannot guess the rest. Meanwhile this book's resident philosophical advertiser Harry McInch might denounce capitalism jokes while only his elusive figment 'Donna' knows why. 

“..hope we’re an elemental puzzle, but it’s all orphan symmetry I’m afraid.” All this, plus ‘Sedition Kitsch’, too. There’s clearly something apocalyptic for this multi-verse of twisty endings that emerge from dreamscape musings & medley (“zigzagging to please is exhausting”) of rambling themes, before...

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Sunday, 12 January 2020

21st Century SF Movies

Year’s Best SF Movies 2000-19

This is my listing of the 20 best SF movies of this century, one from each year, so far... selected with due consideration for a subgenre variety, while avoiding too many franchised sequels and remakes. No apology for celebrating Golden Age of Superhero Cinema. See the complete listing at -
http://pigasuspress.blogspot.com/2020/01/2020-visions.html

Friday, 12 April 2019

In The Time Of The Breaking

In The Time Of The Breaking
Andrew Darlington 

Alien Buddha paperback £12.49 

**** (4 stars) review by Steven Hampton 

Vaguely referencing Asimov’s classic Nightfall, as a planetary catastrophe becomes a personal apocalypse, In The Time Of The Breaking is about the seemingly colonial Qulan people that live inside huge mobile habitats, like Star Wars walkers, linked as a restless wagon-train. Young hero Culak Va-Saar is the viewpoint-character for first-person storytelling that injects the reader into a rush of narrative, while richly poetic descriptive flair gives many paragraphs and passages a vivid sense of place, with sensory intensity and immediacy, although some of the story’s events might be taking place only in the protagonist’s head-space. 

Profoundly affected in their wanderings by the hazardous orbital approach of a super-Moon, the Qulan prep for stormy weather prompted by lunar gravity, while Culak fears for his own sanity due to EM disturbances that confuse and muddle individual thoughts with the memories of ancestors, apparently leaks from Culak’s inheritance of cyber-implants - embedded archival personalities and knowledge store-keepers. These implants provide hoarded familial wisdom and social continuity beyond death, if not exactly an artificial afterlife that is, perhaps, in conflict with reason or any psychological unity. 

After pirates attack the Va-Saar vehicle, doomsday anxiety infects rationality and the survival plans of a wholly superstitious culture of guilds. Culak must confront his weird connections to all the voices in his mind, including his own shouldered angel and private demons, as the Qulan struggle to recover their questing spirit, harking back to the Wellsian era’s Things To Come, to endure and overcome crisis-management problems that recall When Worlds Collide

Into this arena of ‘New Directions In Scientifiction’ (as the novel’s subtitle so audaciously proclaims), author Andrew Darlington scatters the grand mythic aspects of lost civilisations and a Phantom City, and offbeat vibes concerned with a competitive creativity festival, a futuristic artistic Festos, where Culak performs his phonetobardics composition, wisely inferred by its flavoursome taste only, and not explained in great detail. An adventure crashing out from the inner mind’s ‘paradoxical imagination’ to the outer limits of astrophysics, on an endangered world where the Moon looms terrifyingly larger than any of three Suns in the sky. 

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

Scratchman

DOCTOR WHO: SCRATCHMAN
Tom Baker 

BBC hardcover £16.99

**** (4 stars) review by Christopher Geary 

An irresistible novelty book, this delivers on the promise of genre-franchise fiction in a manner rarely seen but always welcome. An actor famous for a beloved incarnation of a favourite character turns his hand, somewhat belatedly in his professional career, to an original novel based on his own performance of British SF-fantasy & horror superhero, the Doctor. The book attempts, quite boldly, to distil everything admirable, fascinating, and quirkily eccentric about Tom Baker’s tenure on the TV show into a chaptered story that flits effortlessly thorough Whovian lore, and Gallifreyan mythology, complete with much space-time gallivanting, with engagingly distressed, and endangered, companions. It never challenges readers' loyalty to the on-going show, and mostly fulfils expectations. OK, so there are no Daleks, but a Cyberman guest-stars, and both Sarah Jane Smith and Harry Sullivan are very well represented in a devil-bracing narrative dotted with mortal perils. All things considered, Doctor Who: Scratchman is great fun, and nearly a new kind of retro-Who masterpiece. 

It starts with a small island, besieged by animated scarecrows. Not just any old farming-related traditional menace, but zombified creatures, seemingly the ‘possessed’ bodies of local folks, victims of an inter-dimensional invasion. It’s a fairly typical Doctor Who foe, at first, but shocks accumulate, horrors increase, and stakes are raised as eldritch forces behind the evil goings-on makes a claim upon planet Earth, and the mystery of ‘Scratch’ unfolds. In-between all of the present-tense developments, on the morbidly conquered island and later, in a surrealistic version of ‘Hell’ that Terry Gilliam might have once imagined, the Doctor confronts antagonism outside of his familiar adventures in an episodic court-room drama that requires him to educate the immortal Time Lords about fear itself and its philosophical consequences for a multiplicity of intelligent life in a wholly indifferent universe.   

Yes, Scratchman is often a genuinely subtle story concerning the mortal dreads found at the heart of horror as a distinctive genre. Its varied menaces, drawn by Scratch from ‘the dreams of ghosts’ depend upon widescreen cinematic mayhem but, in this ever-relatable incarnation of the Doctor (all of our hero’s dialogue is carefully worded so as to facilitate the tones of Baker’s distinctive voice in the reader’s imagination), even troubles of death-games on a fantastical, enchanted battlefield that rudely mixes pinball and chess, can be overcome by a charming ideological perseverance, sincere brand loyalty, and honestly heroic self-sacrifice to honour human friendships.

The inclusion of jelly-babies and neutron-flows are wittily integrated into this SF/ fantasy adventure and will surprise no fans of Doctor Who in the 1970s, but the Doctor’s knowing humour extends far beyond a merely jokey approach, and exploitation of such familiar check-list items. Appearances by previous Doctors are handled with levity but also respect for the other actors potent contributions to the franchise. Scratchman delivers an expansive narrative in less than 300 pages, and it’s a publication that offers the hugely satisfying appeal of a ‘last chance to see’ event.

Sunday, 23 December 2018

Cunk On Everything

Cunk On Everything: 
The Encyclopaedia Philomena
Philomena Cunk

Two Roads hardcover £12.99 

**** (4 stars) review by Steven Hampton  

At last, here is a populist educator, or at least a cult-worthy explainer of the esoteric and the mundane, to rival Carl Sagan, Isaac Asimov, Noah Chomsky and Richard Dawkins, but she’s also a person who closely resembles TV star Philomena Cunk. In fact, this is a (reportedly non-fiction) book composed by Cunk actual (alias, Diane Morgan), the great BBC presenter herself. 

This practically definitive, if not quite definitively practical, volume is a guide to learning. An encyclopaedia that’s just like the so-handy kind of condensed package of sundry items and supremely fascinating information that we used to have at home when I was a kid. It is an all-purpose repository of superior knowledge, not unlike that single-volume reference Enquire Within. That was a weighty book, but this is a rather lighter text. You see, it’s so fashionably lite, it might leave you feeling light-headed with glee... the glee of eccentric absurdism that is. 

From ‘Adam & Eve’ to ‘zombies’, Cunk On Everything covers the sum total of vital human knowledge to date. It has all you could want to know, but are too witless to ask. Perhaps innocence, not ignorance, is the New Bliss. If you have heard of Occam’s razor, here is a scalpel of stupidity, dissecting human reality. It charges forward with a head full of steam and there’s just no point in arguing or feeling any sense of exasperation at the book’s various spelling errors, because they’re all clearly intentional.   

Sincerely, going on about historical Britain, Cunk tells it like it never was: The ‘BayWatch Tapestry’ is “one of the few photographs made of string”, and (of course!) “if the Anglo-Saxons had been on Twitter today, it would be exactly like it already is.” On the subject of ‘animals’, Cunk declares that only ducks, insects, snails, and tigers are important, while the Art world is defined by the likes of Michael Angelo and Tony Hart. Meanwhile: “Ballet is like dancing, but you don’t do it yourself, someone else does it.”

Monty Python, in all of the comedy troupe’s media guises from TV or movies, to stage, recordings, and picture books, have long since defined the best of British humour, with a subtle combination of intellectualism and the infantile, or the profound in contrast with the puerile. Cunk’s article on ‘books’ notes how the reading social media on our smart phones is better, probably, and The Phone Book offers the best of both worlds. Confused? You will be, when the copious non sequiturs kick in, and they boggle your mind as practical inventions are written off as discoveries. ‘Police’ were discovered, but ‘Legs’ were invented. ‘Evolutionary psychology’ is capable of explaining “why people have children” - and it’s “to become so tired that death isn’t such a big surprise”.

Why do Buddhists make such a fuss about ‘knowing yourself’ when you can find out by simply filling in a questionnaire? History is defined by references to ‘black and white photo times’ when many media-related things were “the Internet of their day”, as if an exciting modernity was crushed by a wave of humdrum stuff. There’s also frequent recourse to stream-of-unconsciousness narratives disguised as irreverent humour, with nothing worthy to say about important subjects and far too much comment about trivia. Thankfully, Cunk wisely devotes more pages to ‘the human mind’ than to ‘hiccups’.

During the 1980s, ice cream was by revolutionised Viennetta, which is “what ice cream would look like on its wedding day”, or perhaps it’s what the Taj Mahal is made of? It’s unfortunate that Jesus can’t even be mentioned here without off-beat and scattershot allusions to Danny Dyer, but they probably deserve each other, just as nightmares follows newspapers. Shakespeare gets a whopping whole nine pages, explaining how he invented theatre and perfected English, just in time to save many poor people from boredom in those olden days of yore and forsooth.

While writing about television, Cunk opines that phones “used to be a thing for communicating with people.” Now, as new phones get bigger (to match the size of TV sets?), they are “for looking at and ignoring people.” Radical criticism and wild interpretations of unaccountably popular TV continues with an assertive assertion that Top Gear was actually Last Of The Summer Wine rebooted. When considering ‘truth’, Cunk confesses that “I might have been made up by someone for a laugh.” Like many meta-fictional conclusions “it’s a comforting thought.”

Friday, 27 July 2018

Raft

Raft
Stephen Baxter

Gollancz paperback £9.99

**** (4 stars) review by Christopher Geary

An SF Masterworks reprint of Stephen Baxter’s debut novel, Raft puts its space colonists in a weird universe where the force of gravity is a billion times stronger than Earth. It’s a fabulous realm where nebula gases are condensed into a breathable atmosphere so that people can live unsheltered in space, where the short-lived stars are only scant miles across, and the rains that fall like a hail of bullets are merely a distraction from the even greater environmental dangers of a dying galactic suburb.

Rees is a young miner, part of a ramshackle outfit working an asteroid-sized, burnt-out star for iron ore, whose intense curiosity leads him to the Raft, humanity’s base-camp in this strange shrunken cosmos. The Raft is a platform built upon the shell of a crashed starship, now hovering near an eternally hungry black hole. There, the ambitious hero learns of the fate that awaits the whole struggling community of survivors is the class-riddled military, scientific, and labour factions cannot settle their differences soon, and work out how to escape from the doomed island nebula.

Although it’s a rather episodic adventure, Raft maintains interest and a steady pace towards a gripping open-ended climax that may, unfortunately, be all too predictable if you are familiar with the 1950s SF classic movie When Worlds Collide. The great strengths of this story are Baxter’s startling ideas. For despite the seemingly outrageous premise the scenario is credibly and engagingly worked out with admirable attention to detail. The book has several moments when Baxter demonstrates a sharp authorial affinity with and genuine feel for a sense of wonder that’s all too rare in the genre of 1990s SF.

Raft remains is a minor miracle of human plotting and extreme cosmological speculative science.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Blade Runner 2049

Blade Runner 2049 (2017)
Director: Denis Villeneuve

**** (4 stars) review by J.C. Hartley
As Danny Kaye and Frank Loesser would have it ‘The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether’, and so on. I’m not actually saying that Blade Runner 2049 is a case of the Emperor’s new clothes, but despite the display of five stars from various publications adorning the DVD box, I’m not convinced that it’s the seamless masterpiece those ratings might suggest. In the LA of Blade Runner’s dystopian future, it’s a case of plus ça change.  Following an uprising by the Nexus replicants bio-engineered by the Tyrell corporation, culminating in an EMP attack resulting in the ‘Blackout’, replicant production was banned. Enter Niander Wallace (Jared Leto) whose visionary technology has restored food production and arguably saved the world, as well as continuing to advance off-world colonisation. Planet Earth, and particularly the L.A. of the film, is still an ecological disaster area. Wallace’s new generation of replicants are subservient slaves, constrained by protocols similar to Asimov’s Laws of Robotics, but Tyrell-era Nexus replicants are still at large, hidden in plain sight due to the data-loss brought about by the Blackout. Ryan Gosling’s ‘K’, an obvious reference to Kafka’s troubled hero from The Trial (1925), is a replicant blade runner tasked with hunting down and ‘retiring’ his own kind.

During a confrontation with the replicant ex-soldier Sapper Morton (played by go-to heavy-with-a-heart Dave Bautista), at the latter’s protein farm, K is told he has ‘never seen a miracle’. K discovers a grave which is revealed to contain the skeleton of a female replicant who died giving birth by caesarean section.  To prevent exposure of the discovery that replicants can sexually reproduce, K’s superior officer Lieutenant Joshi (Wright) orders K to find and ‘retire’ the child.  At the Wallace corporation HQ, K is able to access pre-Blackout records belonging to the former Tyrell Corporation. His investigations reveal that the dead female’s remains are those of an advanced replicant named Rachael, who absconded with blade runner Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford). However, Niander Wallace is also determined to find the child, in order to unlock the secret of replicant reproduction, and orders his replicant assistant Luv (Sylvia Hoeks) to track her down. 


Alongside the police procedural of Blade Runner 2049 we see something of K’s home life. K lives with Joi (Ana de Armas) a holographic female interactive A.I. who fulfils the role of wife and companion. In a frankly baffling scene, K gives her the gift of an emanator which expands her sensory range and allows her to move beyond the limits of K’s apartment. Although de Armas performs her role with commendable sincerity, the sheer silliness of the concept acted like a dead weight on the film for me, dragging it back like the anchor on Dick Dastardly’s Mean Machine. 

For the expanded edition of the late Brian Aldiss’ Supertoys Last All Summer Long (2001), the author revealed his parting-of-the-ways with film director Stanley Kubrick, over their different visions for a film of the original eponymous short story, which imagined a future where childless couples could ‘raise’ artificial surrogates. Aldiss claimed that Kubrick became obsessed with adapting the story as a re-telling of the tale of Pinocchio. K’s relationship with Joi brought this back to mind. Is Joi K’s Jiminy Cricket, or his Blue Fairy? The parallel is made even more striking when Lieutenant Joshi suggests that K might become ‘a real boy’. 

A further point of reference, this time to The Matrix trilogy, suggests itself when K starts to believe that he might be Rachael’s replicant child, a sort of messiah for replicants everywhere. This plot-line arises out of his implanted memories which tantalisingly summon up incidents from a ‘remembered’ childhood. As one assumes that replicants are brought into the world fully-formed as adults, like the Uruk-hai Orcs in Lord of the Rings, a fact confirmed by Wallace’s overseeing of a replicant ‘birth’ early in the picture, clearly K’s ‘memory’ of his childhood must be an implant, a situation he accepts. K then uncovers evidence that suggests his implanted memories might be genuine, something confirmed when he visits Dr Ana Stelline (Carla Juri) a memory designer, who works for Wallace from the confines of a sterile ‘bubble’ due to a deficient immune system. K’s belief is later unpicked when he encounters the replicant freedom movement, and it is revealed that all replicants believe themselves to be Rachael’s child. 

The film suffers somewhat by the weight of history behind it.  While it will be perfectly possible for a newcomer to the world of Blade Runner 2049 to enjoy the film without ever seeing its influential precursor, familiarity with the earlier film obviously allows for the minimum of exposition, its themes already apparent to that audience. The great drawback of this is that long-term fans of the ‘franchise’ are impatiently waiting for the introduction of Deckard. The fact that Gosling perambulates through the action like a morose cocktail-sausage only emphasises Ford’s portrayal of Deckard’s vulnerable damaged humanity.  But that was intentional, right? Ford and original director Ridley Scott famously disagreed over whether Deckard was a replicant, Ford saying no, his director saying yes. A ridiculous question, and one suggesting that Scott misunderstood his own material, Deckard clearly has to be human. It would be nice to think that Denis Villeneuve has deliberately directed Gosling as replicant K to downplay any hints of human empathy, in the way that Kubrick presented the people of the world of 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) as practically de-humanised automatons, however I’m not convinced this is the case. 

In this the bi-centenary of the first publication of the three-volume edition of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (1818), it seems appropriate to consider source material and themes. In his history of science fiction, Billion Year Spree (1973), Aldiss not only declares Frankenstein to be ‘the first real novel of science fiction’ but saw in it ‘the seeds of all later diseased creation myths’. If James Joyce’s Ulysses (1922) is famously a novel no one has read, Frankenstein, like its post-Gothic counterpart Dracula (1897), is a novel people haven’t read but think they know. Familiar through its creative afterlives, Frankenstein, is much more than the ‘diseased creation myth’ Aldiss acknowledges, but is ‘accompanied by a psychological depth’. After Frankenstein’s creature is rejected by his creator, and realising that his appearance militates against his acceptance by humanity, he acquires language and culture but finds himself still facing rejection. He urges his creator to make him a mate, but Frankenstein, wary that a pair of creatures will engender a race of monsters, aborts his female creation. 

Having already murdered Frankenstein’s younger brother, the creature then goes on to murder his friend Clerval and his fiancée Elizabeth. The creature as the instrument of monstrous acts is the character that has survived through the original novel’s creative afterlives, but Shelley was careful to show that it was the human Frankenstein who lacked the very qualities of emotional attachment that his creature was desperate to find fulfilled. In Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? (1968), another novel that people have probably never read but might think they know, Phillip K. Dick mixed cultural and economic satire, with his trademark philosophical musings. The androids of Dick’s novel are concerned not only with their own survival but in exposing the religious cult of Mercerism as a sham. Mercerism is based on the ability of humans to share empathy, the thing that sets them apart from the androids, if the androids can debunk the humans’ belief system, the distinction between human and machine-human becomes blurred. 

In Blade Runner, Deckard and Rachael’s love affair, and the replicants’ emotional attachment to each other, acknowledged a post-human evolution.  Roy Batty’s emotional monologue at the end of the picture, ruined for me by a lady’s stifled snort of derision behind me in the cinema (actually I thought the doves were pretty corny too), confirmed the replicants’ very human aspirations.  Does Blade Runner 2049 move the story on by having a replicant as the central character, displaying the same 21st century angst as the humans around him, seeking to assuage his loneliness with ever-more advanced technological companions and casual sex? It’s a bleak portrait if one looks beyond the shoot ‘em up police story. Personally, I’d have preferred a tighter and considerably shorter story, Blade Runner got its themes over in less time, and I don’t believe the intervening 35 years has made for any more depth or sophistication in the argument. The new film does look fantastic, and credit must go to Roger Deakins’ superb cinematography. 

An interesting set of extras with a rather repetitive set of links. There are three filmed prologues filling in the intervening years between the original Blade Runner and the new film. 2022: Blackout is an anime by Shinichirō Watanabe depicting the triggering of the EMP device by Nexus replicants. 2036: Nexus Dawn by Luke Scott shows Wallace attempting to get the authorities to lift the ban on replicant production, and 2048: Nowhere to Run, also by Scott, shows Morton’s flight from L.A., and the tip-off that leads to K tracking him down. A mixture of talking-heads and footage, Blade Runner 101: Replicant Evolution, Blade Runners, The Rise Of Wallace Corp, Welcome To 2049, Jois, Within The Skies: Spinners, Pilotfish, & Barracudas, introduces some of the background, and technology, in the film.

Thursday, 1 February 2018

Altered Carbon

Altered Carbon
Richard Morgan

Gollancz paperback £8.99

**** (4 stars) review by Christopher Geary   

Reprinted as a tie-in book for its adaptation as a Netflix TV series, Richard Morgan’s debut SF novel, Altered Carbon (2001), is a genre-busting, hardboiled noir murder mystery, with body-swap identity crises, and plenty of ingenious gadgetry that’s used, and abused, in the service of mass slaughter and cyberpunk adventure.

Takeshi Kovacs was an agent for the UN Protectorate on Harlan’s World. After being killed in action, his mind is transmitted to Earth and he’s reborn in a rented body and hired by a wealthy private citizen to investigate a suspicious death. If that sounds bizarre, his employer is also formerly deceased, resurrected with no recent memory, and wants to know whether he actually committed suicide or not. Kovacs has never been on Earth before. So, in addition to hostility from local cops and the unnerving experience of waking up with a new face, he has culture shock, old religion, and some variant social mores to contend with.

The practicalities of immortality are a common SF theme. Here, the process is such an everyday occurrence that cloned or rental bodies are called ‘sleeves’ and police detectives are more concerned with sorting out ‘organic damage’ than increasingly rare homicide. Kovacs finds himself caught up in political machinations with ethical and moral implications for the ‘re-sleeve’ trade on both sides of the law, and is forced to resort to extremely violent means to make progress with his inquiries. Blade Runner is an obvious inspiration for some of the plot mechanics here, and Morgan does an excellent job of mixing Philip K. Dick’s mind-expanding ideas with the literary attitude and relentless cyber narratives popularised in the late 1980s by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling.

Remarkably detailed and convincingly matter-of-fact, Altered Carbon sets out to amuse and thrill readers with its darkly savage humour and pulverising shoot ’em up fire-fights. If that’s not enough for you, there’s also deeply intriguing crime drama, sharply defined characters with quirky idiosyncrasies, a worthy hero facing down staggering odds, and a satisfying conclusion that manages to defy spy-fi conventions. You want frissons? Genre glee? Paranoid paroxysms? Altered Carbon surpasses all expectations! 

Sunday, 28 January 2018

SF: A Literary History

Science Fiction: A Literary History
Edited by Roger Luckhurst

British Library hardcover £20

***** (5 stars) review by Christopher Geary    

A splendidly concise historical narrative emerges from this collection of new essays, exploring conceptual sources, miscellaneous influences, unpredictable developments, and - nowadays, especially - the vast scope of genre SF, roughly defined as speculative storytelling balancing utopian and dystopian streams, alongside many alternaties and writing styles. 

With incisive commentaries on proto-SF and the effervescent pulps, the book ploughs through assorted definitions and revisions, noting the murky origins of a genre which poetically agrees with the uncertainty of quantum theories rather than the cosmology of a Big Bang. The ‘new stranger’ of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein might be a favourite, but the journeys of H.G. Wells and the voyages of Jules Verne form a foundation with greater variety that consolidates ideas from romanticism into a mono-mythic quality. Each chapter concludes with a listing of ‘what to read next’ that any genre newcomers might find an extremely useful guide to essential classics and other canonical texts.

The book’s editor Roger Luckhurst contributes much contextual evidence in chapter two: From Scientific Romance To Science Fiction, explaining how framed discussions about ‘creative destruction’ shouldered aside challenges to a marvellous authenticity from occultism and colonialism, to embrace a ‘global modernity’. Caroline Edwards’ chapter, Utopian Prospects, charts the rise of racial tensions and feminism in dreams of decadence, and the menace of increasingly apocalyptic visions, where all optimistic viewpoints fail because of human imperfections and hard truths fuel harder SF where only maths might reign supreme.  

The New Wave Revolution by Rob Latham notes “R.A. Lafferty... sometimes labelled a New Waver because his fiction is weird and delirious, but a careful reading of his work makes clear that the only faction he belonged to was extraterrestrial in origin.” It’s an amusing jest that further characterises the typically off-beat nature of SF when examined in light of the genre’s formative apprehension from speculative rationalism. Chapter six also offers, among other astute comments, a corrective to wild tales of pro and fandom woe about ‘holy wars’ between pulp-inspired empires of trad SF and canny rebels of a New Wave alliance. This book notes that 1960s’ cultural aspirations changed ‘golden age’ SF, not by revolutionary upheaval against existing social mores but by enlightenment and mutation of an already stable form.

There are considerable overlaps in the informative coverage between the chapters on eras, generations, and specific genre movements, but it’s all to be expected because everything is connected - whether by common themes, technological advances of the publishing industry and systems of book distribution, or new thinking about future possibilities heralded by political and social changes at global scales. Great minds of various writers might simply imagine the same things, of course, without any actual copycat books being the result.       

“We live in an era of obsolete futures and junked dreams,” suggests Gerry Canavan’s New Paradigms chapter, where dodged bullets and post-millennial anticipation runs the gamut of prediction from SF in today’s cultural dystopia and climate change when the post-normalism of the inadequate Singularity becomes our Anthropocene period. Can a space opera renaissance and escapism into virtual gaming provide sufficient SF thrust to lift human spirits beyond a one-world horizon?

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Art Of Horror Movies

The Art Of Horror Movies: An Illustrated History
Edited by Stephen Jones

Applause hardcover $40

***** (5 stars) review by Christopher Geary   

Since the beginnings of cinema, horror on screen has been troubled and distinguished by the difference between the explicit and the merely suggestive. Whether purveyors of generic imagery intended to scare audiences with atmospheric settings and lurking menace, or shock them with raw terror and gory displays of special effects, the results might be just as impressive and quite artistically valid. Perhaps even strong enough... provocative enough in its vicarity to promote catharsis. Celebrating the contributions of painters, illustrators, and creature designers, to a century of delicious frissons and ghastly disgust, this companion to The Art Of Horror (2015), that was also edited by Stephen Jones, delivers the very goodies and nasty baddies in a beautifully presented hardback packed with a stunning range of colour and B&W pictures. 

Writers, directors, and actors made a considerable impact upon horror movies, but it must be acknowledged that genre cinema would not exist without the essential works of visionary artists. After the foreword by John Landis on the iconography of horror, standout chapters are Christopher Frayling’s exhumation of sinister expressionism in the silent era noting the diversity of influences, including romantic literature, theatre, and crazy carnival traditions, upon a veritable onslaught of surreal gothic portrayals.    

Noir of the 1940s is revisited by Barry Forshaw, who notes the decade’s filmmakers’ imagination and ingenuity overcoming the strict limitations imposed by Hays code censorship, by “subverting the permissible” in pursuit of the macabre. Even as horror is almost crippled by parody, the rise of lurid colour cinema as a new standard saved the genre.   

Studios with style in the 1960s, championed by psychedelic pop culture remixed with fetishistic gore, are charted by Kim Newman. Shifting from period settings into more contemporary scenarios distinguished urban horror from traditional source material, and the gruelling spectacle of warfare on TV prompted an escalation of shock as new zombies arrived, straight from hell, in George A. Romero’s groundbreaking Night Of The Living Dead (1968).  
   
After the creators of major special effects became iconic stars in their own right in the 1980s, when a video nasty scandal and genre revisionism dominated works by horror auteurs, Anne Billson considers the 1990s' offerings that were often driven by pre-millennial anxieties leading a transition from B-movie fun to a fearsome mainstream. But that was before the dismal end-of-century trend for ‘found footage’ threatened to turn genre cinema and no-budget media into a cultural dystopia. As usual with this type of art book, texts and captions provide the chronicle’s broad sweep, while images deliver the depth. And, really, this is worth buying as an Xmas gift for any fans you know if only for its gallery of eye-catching portraits... Dorian Gray, included. 

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Ironclads

Ironclads
Adrian Tchaikovsky

Solaris hardcover £25 / $30

*** (3 stars) review by Donald Morefield   

New war in Europe rages between US corporate forces and plucky Nordics. While the steadfast Russians invest in formidable reputations and giant ‘Jodorowsky’ helicopter gunships, the mega-wealthy Americans depend on their privileged heirs and favoured brats as armoured ‘Scions’ - protected by the very best battle-kit accessories that dark money can buy. The more progressive states, like Finland, develop meta-were-human combatants with abilities so far beyond the customised but familiar wraparound suits of a captain iron-man and his ilk.

Basically, this standalone novella starts off as a sci-fi version of Saving Private Ryan (1998), with super-soldiers. Sergeant Ted Regan is ordered to lead a small team on a rescue mission behind enemy lines only to find that he’s completely expendable in the on-going conflicts between vast global commerce and seething political idealism. Can the Sarge’s band of wholly underestimated heroes rebel against their elitist superiors, and fight on to save the world from the masters of mankind?

This type of genre storytelling is probably best presented as a graphic novel. Indeed, it’s war-punk themes and hi-tech notions are very similar to a few recent adventures in the world of independent comics. Warren Ellis has tackled such ideas before and he remains the subgenre’s finest practitioner of neo-military SF and political intrigue. Adrian Tchaikovsky sketches in his characters well enough but, ultimately, the merry little band of heroes fail to fully engage this reader’s sympathy and make me care very much about any of their fates or successes, whether they are exploited humans or the underdog superheroes.