{"id":2922,"date":"2005-06-12T11:19:59","date_gmt":"2005-06-12T15:19:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kith.org\/journals\/vardibidian\/2005\/06\/12\/2922.html"},"modified":"2018-03-12T16:50:06","modified_gmt":"2018-03-12T21:50:06","slug":"book-report-the-years-best-sci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/2005\/06\/12\/book-report-the-years-best-sci\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Report: The Year&#8217;s Best Science Fiction 2001"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I&#8217;m sure Gentle Readers all are in no need of more whinging from YHB about how I&#8217;ve just gone right off the short story format. So I&#8217;ll try to keep things as specific and positive as I can, when noting that I&#8217;ve finally finished slogging my way through <a href=\"http:\/\/www.holtzbrinckpublishers.com\/stmartins\/search\/SearchBookDisplay.asp?BookKey=491467\">The Year's Best Science Fiction 2001: Nineteenth Annual Collection<\/a>. I will, however, admit to wondering if these stories really do represent the year&#8217;s best, as they seem, well, pretty crappy on the whole. But enough of that.\n<p>There are twenty-six stories in the collection. I have no idea how many Hugo-eligible short-stories get published in a year, or whether Mr. Dozois, the editor of the series, extends his reach beyond what is Hugo- or Nebula-eligible. Anyway, my point is that I really don&#8217;t know if twenty-six is, say, a twentieth of the five hundred stories for that year, and therefore a pretty good idea of the range of things (allowing for editorial taste), or whether it&#8217;s more like a hundredth, or what. I&#8217;m mostly curious because although there was a pretty wide variety in quality, style, subject, the hard\/soft business, etc., the overall effect for me was a sort of sameness. I&#8217;m finding it hard to identify what the sameness is. Maybe it&#8217;s that the stories seem to reject cinematic action as a good narrative tool, leaning more towards a &#8216;literary&#8217; style, where the conflict is emotional, or ontological if you will, and people are groping, rather than questing. Also, of course, many of the stories are world-presenting, rather than story-telling; the core of the story is an image or two of alien-ness; not necessarily extra-terrestrial but aiming at what we might call the <I>unheimlich<\/I>. I&#8217;m a fiend for narrative, myself, of course, so a world-presenting story without a protagonist with an obvious goal has a pretty high bar for me, if I&#8217;m going to like it. Oh, and way too many of the stories appear to be attempting to evoke a bittersweet feeling, a feeling of sadness and loss combined with nostalgia or sentiment. I&#8217;m not against that altogether, but there are other feelings out there (wonder, fright, joy, and triumph, among others) that might make good stories, too.\n<p>OK, specifics. &#8220;On K2 with Kanakaredes&#8221;, by Dan Simmons, was frustrating, as it was a perfectly enjoyable mountain-climbing story with totally irrelevant specfic interludes. OK, not <I>totally<\/I> irrelevant, just mostly. Nancy Kress&#8217; &#8220;Computer Virus&#8221; was frustrating, as it set itself up as a perfectly good how-do-I-outwit-the-computer story, and not only clutters it up with irrelevancies but makes the main story too obvious and manipulative to be really exciting. &#8220;The Days Between&#8221; has a lovely set-up (due to a screw-up, the protagonist is revivified partway through a cold-sleep voyage instead of the villain), but settles for a quiet, supposedly disturbing, ending, rather than a big payoff of any kind.\n<p>&#8220;The Dog Said Bow-Wow&#8221;, by Michael Swanwick, was probably my favorite, although I found most of the rococo styling annoying, rather than entertaining. James Patrick Kelly&#8217;s &#8220;Undone&#8221; had some very nice bits, although in the end I didn&#8217;t really care very much. Simon Ings&#8217; &#8220;Russian Vine&#8221; had a nice line in evocative world-creation, and somehow I actually liked the sketched-out characters. Brenda Clough&#8217;s &#8220;May Be Some Time&#8221; seemed like a really fine first chapter to a novel, but doesn&#8217;t go anywhere in itself. &#8220;One-Horse Town&#8221;, by Howard Waldrop &amp; Leigh Kennedy has a few lovely Waldropian bits, but overall, eh. Maureen F. McHugh&#8217;s &#8220;Interview: On Any Given Day&#8221; was entertaining in places, and I enjoyed the form, but it didn&#8217;t strike very deep.\n<p>Ian R. Macleod has two stories here, and I&#8217;m not sure which is more tedious than the other, as I didn&#8217;t manage to finish either. &#8220;Have Not Have&#8221;, by Geoff Ryman, and &#8220;Raven Dream&#8221;, by Robert Reed, both struck me as offensive Noble Savage pieces with nothing to sell but their supposed sensitivity. Charles Stoss&#8217; &#8220;Lobsters&#8221; totally failed to grab me as a story and irritated me with the embedded futurism lecture, although it wasn&#8217;t anywhere near as bad in that respect as &#8220;The Real Thing&#8221;, by Carolyn Ives Gilman. Paul McAuley&#8217;s &#8220;The Two Dicks&#8221; is not so much a short story as an idea for a short story, and essentially I could get more pleasure out of reading the phrase &#8220;homage to Philip K. Dick&#8221;. Eleanor Arnason&#8217;s &#8220;Moby Quilt&#8221; seemed altogether pointless, and annoyingly so. There were others, too, which I either don&#8217;t remember or didn&#8217;t finish. \n<p>Well, that was crabby. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll pick up another one of these for a while. I can&#8217;t help wondering if it&#8217;s more than my own crankiness (and, you know, idiosyncratic taste). But how would I know?\n<p><I>chazak, chazak, v&#8217;nitchazek<\/I>,<br>-Vardibidian.\n<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m sure Gentle Readers all are in no need of more whinging from YHB about how I\u2019ve just gone right off the short story format. 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