I continue my reading of this year's Hugo nominees with the novelettes. As with the short stories, all of these are available online, and I encourage you to read them.
Although I wouldn't call "Eight Miles" steampunk, it is definitely a cousin of that genre--perhaps we can call it "Victorian chic." McMullen embraces the sense of wonder and pure flights of fancy that recall the science fiction of the early 20th century--indeed, even going as far back as H.G. Wells and The Time Machine. This is a story that might have been written in that era, for it relies on ideas that run counter to our contemporary knowledge of the solar system--and that's fine.
I admit to being prejudiced in favour of flashy weapons, super-sleek spaceships, aliens, and robots. However, "Eight Miles" is still an appealing work because it's a fascinating story. The main character gets drawn into a story that has already begun and must make some tough decisions that rapidly take him outside of his comfort zone. Much like Wells' time traveller, McMullen's protagonist, Parkes, is an inventor, and this plays an important role, both in what he chooses to do and how he does it. But even this problem might not have a solution. Lord Cedric Gainsley hires Parkes, an innovative balloonist, to take him eight miles into the sky (hence the title). It is only at this altitude that Gainsley's "discovery", a hirsute woman he has named Alice, regains her full faculties. And soon Parkes discovers he is not the first balloonist Gainsley has hired….
"Eight Miles" is a nice little piece of short science fiction. Go read it.
I never went through a Martian phase as a child. The Red Planet holds no special fixation for me. I think it's awesome we are sending probes and rovers to it, and I understand its role in science fiction. For those who don't, however, perhaps Steele and "The Emperor of Mars" can help.
Told from the perspective of the base commander, this novelette follows the lapse of Jeff Halbert into insanity. When some people go insane, they think they are Napoleon. Jeff thinks he is the eponymous "Emperor of Mars". Distraught over the death of his fiancée and his parents, Jeff withdraws into the world of Edgar Rice Burroughs' Barsoom series. Counselled by the base psychiatrist to humour Jeff, who doesn't seem to be a danger to anyone, the base commander allows Jeff's fantasy of being the Emperor of Mars to continue. The story explores how Jeff's insanity affects the morale of the base in general, as well as giving us a look at how our previous explorations of the planet and our literature of Mars might be regarded one day by the people who live and work on the Red Planet.
"The Emperor of Mars" is touching and moving, and I love Steele's voice in it.
I read this as part of the 2011 Hugo Voters' Packet. Until I looked it up on Goodreads, I did not remember that I had previously heard of Aliette de Bodard from her Big Idea piece on John Scalzi's blog. Now that I've made the connection, I am slightly more favourably disposed to this novelette, but only just.
There is very little wrong with "The Jaguar House in Shadow", but it still failed to impress me, at least compared to its other contenders in the novelette category. It's not very accessible. Thanks to a friend's review, I'm aware now that this is set in a larger universe that de Bodard has created, an alternative Earth in which China's first contact with the Aztecs allowed them to survive the subsequent European "discovery" of the New World. I don't have a problem when an author decides to make such connections implicit. Unfortunately, there's very little about "The Jaguar House in Shadow" that tempted me to love it.
De Bodard tells the story in a non-linear order, jumping back and forth between time periods as we learn about why the main character is pursuing a vendetta against her former commander of the Jaguar House guards. There are implications and undercurrents of corruption, of a mad leader who must be deposed, of the possibilities of the Jaguar House being reborn as first among the houses—or event he last house left standing. And some of the action as Onalli stalks into the house and finds Tecipiani and Xochitl is really well done.
This novelette is well written, and I think I can see how it's brilliant in its own way, but it just didn't work for me. I look forward to reading some more of de Bodard's work, and I hope I like it more.
Mariska Volochkova is a clone of a famous woman, an astronaut in some sense, and Mariska wants to get out from under her mother's shadow. So she enlists on an "asteroid bucket", a tub that brings ice-rich asteroids back from the belt. But she doesn't fit in there, and like any teenager, she is still searching desperately for her identity.
So far, a great deal of the science fiction entries in this year's Hugo Awards focus on the practical, plausible side of science fiction (what some might call hard science fiction. Clones might or might not fall into this area, depending on how they are done, but "Plus or Minus" hinges on the realities of space travel: in space, you are alone. When Mariska's ship is damaged thanks to the incompetence of one of her crewmates, the crew calculates how long they can survive on their current oxygen--plus or minus--until they can rendezvous with a rescue ship. Here, Mariska's unique heritage becomes important: like her mother, she has the ability to put herself in a metabolic stasis that will, among other things, dramatically lower her consumption of oxygen. With this ability, Mariska hopes they can survive longer. What follows is a tale of a girl forced to mature very quickly and get over herself in the middle of disaster.
I like this story, probably more than I should, because it reminds me of Sundiver, by David Brin. Both invoke the idea that there might be life inside the Sun in electromagnetic or plasma form. It's an attractive idea, because it's not usually the type of alien life one sees in science fiction stories. (There are some others that raise the idea, of course, but Sundiver is what first came to mind.)
Stone's protagonist is the head of the Mormon chapter on the station in place near the Sun. Some of the lifeforms in the Sun--they are called swales--have converted to Mormonism, interestingly enough, and one of them consults Harry after another swale forcibly engaged in swale sex with it. Harry sees this as rape, of course, but in swale society it's different. So we have the interesting clash of cultures: some swales have embraced Mormonism, but how can Harry see that Mormon morals are applied to a society where morals are so different from anything present in human societies? To compound matters further, Harry approaches one of the oldest swales, Leviathan, to plead his case--only he discovers that Leviathan considers herself a god to the swales and is not pleased that he has been poaching from her congregation.
Weird and Wonderful, But No Clear Winner
I quite appreciate the diversity of this year's novelette nominees. There really isn't a straightforward and simple science-fiction story among them; each is crazy and unusual and wonderful in its own way. So I'm having a difficult time choosing among them. For now, I think it is a tie between "Eight Miles" and "The Emperor of Mars". I love the writing and the characterization in the former, whereas the latter communicates a love for an era of science fiction that has eluded me thus far, as well as a fascination with the Red Planet and space exploration in general.