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quinta-feira, abril 14, 2016

Simple-Minded SF: "The Three-Body Problem" by Liu Cixin, Ken Liu (translator)


"The thin curve [when Ye was watching a waveform on a screen supposedly from an alien civilization], rising and falling, seemed to possess a soul."

Metaphor only takes me so far...When I’m reading a supposedly hard SF book I must put into action my non-suspension-of-disbelief-hat. That’s the only way I can read this kind of SF. I’ve heard from some friends of mine, that some books are all metaphor when the physics part of them are utter crap…. Excuse me? It's like saying, "look here, this is my universe, but try not to concentrate too much on it, look at all the beautiful metaphors I wrote instead." Don’t tell me this is me being pedantic. One thing is getting the physics right from scratch, the other thing is to do the extrapolation stuff the “right” way. In this case, base physics is quite off base, i.e., dead wrong   in several key areas of the book. They’re so wrong that I only finished it because I wanted to pin-point the rest of the so-called errors. I know, I’m mean…The above-mentioned example is one of the most glaring examples. A wave form where one’s able to see something behind it just by looking at it! Even with poetical license in play, this is quite a bit of a stretch. I could mention another examples, but this one is one of the most obvious examples in showing that Cixin’s storytelling leaves a lot to be desired.

Show-not-tell is quite absent throughout the book as any good SF vintage book would. Unfortunately, this book was originally published in 2008. So we’re neither in the 30, 40 nor the 50s…It’s my firm believe that because this work was translated from “China's best SF author” by one of the well-read and writers of SF nowadays (Ken Liu) there may be a propensity to interpret poor form as some sort of interesting (aka exotic) nuance. If this book had been self-published on Amazon it wouldn't be getting any attention at all. Instead it’d be getting a lot of stick!

I'm usually not willing to roll with a lot of nonsense when it comes to a Hard SF book, and in this case, because getting the science right is at the core of it, I cannot read past the crappy science.

When I was actively reading SF as if there was no tomorrow, I’d be quite surprised to have been told that a book like this would’ve won an Hugo Award, but in this day and age this book did really win the 2015 Hugo Award! “Ancillary Justice” by Ann Leckie is another good example of crappy SF having won a Hugo Award the previous year, 2014. What’s happening to SF Fandom? Is everyone going bonkers??? A book with this kind of info-dumping to explain the key points of the plot and it wins a Hugo Award? It reads like tenth-rate Stephenson. On top of that, the characters were so incredibly flat that by the end of it I couldn’t remember any of them. Everything is so damn flat that at times I kept saying to myself: “My God, why do I keep on reading this kind of crap?” Alas, one is always on the look-out to be proven wrong. It didn’t happen once again unfortunately. I’m quite sure we won’t see the likes of Le Guin's “The Dispossessed”, Susanna Clarke's “Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell”, Frederik Pohl's “Gateway”, to name just a few, in the next few years on the Hugo ballot.

2 stars only for allowing me to understand certain popular school of thoughts in China. Null stars for the rest of the book. Average: 2 stars.

NB: The Hugos’ output in this day and age 100% suck. The books are so fucking simple-minded. Worse than that, they're all simple-minded in the same way, so I’m unable to distinguish those meant for grown-ups from those meant for 10-year-olds...

SF = Speculative Fiction.

domingo, agosto 09, 2015

How to Live Another Sol: “The Martian” by Andy Weir



Published 2014.

“Yes, of course duct tape works in a near-vacuum. Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped.”

“’Watney is our botanist and engineer. And don’t talk about him in the past tense.’
‘Engineer? Like Scotty?’
‘Kind of,’ Beck said. ‘He fixes stuff.’
‘I bet that’s coming in handy now.’
‘Yeah, no shit.’”


This book could have had another title: “How to Grow Potatoes on Mars”…

SF boasts a range of recurring images that are symbolical of the major concerns and underlying its angst. Are the most familiar and iconic of these images the alien, the futuristic world, the spaceship, the IA machine? I think not. The image that I most associate with SF is “being stranded on an alien planet”. That’s for me quintessential SF. Does “The Martian” belong to this category? Yes. Is it good SF? No. Why? Read on.

Top-notch SF gains power from their characteristic of both revealing knowledge and withholding it at the same time, i.e., they’re familiar, while at the same time they remain estranged (see links below) from us in some other important aspect. Take the “Being stranded on an alien planet” image. The “artifacts” of this image in terms of putting it on the page are numerous. It’s supposed to operate by understandable mechanical and electronic principles, as well as Biology, Physics, etc. This image derives from both mythological and technological themes, i.e., there’s room in the spaceship image for Icarus… As a long time SF devotee, I’ve come to regard SF as having odd-ball bifurcated ramifications, drawing at the same time on myth and modern technology.

Why did they make a movie out of it? Was it because of the above-average character development (The Mark Watney that emerged at the end of the story was not that much different than the character at the outset. No depression? No lethargy? He’s a 24/7 human dynamo!)? Was it because of the atrocious writing (at times I thought I was reading SF from the 30s…)? Was it the purely engineering aspects? Was the story improved by all the back-of-the-envelope calculations, the physics, orbital mechanics, or somesuch? I’m not sure. The whole shebang felt gimmicky to me. Incidentally. What’s with the “pirate-ninja” as a unit of measurement? As an engineer myself, I believe this is utter nonsense. Credibility-wise is plain stupid. The rate of energy used over time is power, and we already have units for that: watts. Duh!

If I were to be candid, I’d say this a pleasant and inoffensive entertainment, and in the traditional words, it kept me turning pages. Weir must improve on his ability at handling characters. There are moments of utter glibness. This an inferior coffee-table production, not that illuminating, but fun nonetheless. Buy it as a present, not as textbook on Physics and Chemistry.

Warning. Rant follows.

If I were to be mean, which I won’t, I’d say this book is probably one of the lamest, most mediocre SF books ever written. Competing with it is another famous example of bad SF: “Ancillary Justice” by Ann Leckie. If I were some sort of soap-opera brain damaged victim who microwaved plastic and drank diet soda, maybe this book would be for me. Someone should tell Weir that foisting such a horrible and puerile abortion on the public and call it SF is a disservice to that same SF.

NB: The movie HAS to be better than this (or maybe not). There’s still hope. Ridley Scott is directing it… I'm curious to know how he’ll will make the transition of what is mostly Watney's thoughts into some kind of narration.


Rating this novel was a pain in the neck. Let me see:

5 stars for everything that was behind the book’s conception: space travel, orbital dynamics, relativistic physics, astronomy, and software engineering (”they want me to launch ‘hexedit’ on the rover’s computer, then open the file /usr/lib/habcomm.so, scroll until the index reading on the left of the screen is 2AAE5, then replace the bytes there with a 141-byte sequence NASA will send in the next message. Fair enough.”) Working out all the math and physics for Mark’s problems and solutions must have been fun.

0 stars for execution (not to put too fine a point on it, terrible).

Average = 2.5 stars. And that’s that, folks.  


SF = Speculative Fiction.