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Russian Spring


Russian Spring
by Norman Spinrad
October 1992; Bantam Spectra;
 review by John W. Herbert

It's not often that a book goes from "science fiction" to "alternate history" between hardcover and paperback editions, but Norman Spinrad's latest gets caught by the speed of the upheavals in Eastern Europe. In his story set not far in the future, two lovers, an American space engineer and a young Russian woman who has decided to party (pun intended) across Europe, play out their lives against the background of the decline of the American Empire and the rebirth of the former Soviet republics. This is Spinrad's best work in ages, at times moving and engrossing, and constantly entertaining. Read this.

Why Europe Will Run the 21st Century

by Mark Leonard

review by E.B.Klassen
Mark Leonard has written a decent little primer on the foundation and structure of the European Union, from the Amerikan efforts post—WW2 up to the present day. Next to the occasional Dick and Mary Francis mystery, this is certainly the lightest book I’ve read this year. Leonard writes as a man in love with an idea—in this case the idea of a better way of living with one’s neighbours than the doctrine of perpetual warfare.
Among the European facts that confounds popular belief is the acquis communitaire, the ‘acquired fortune’ or ‘accepted fact’ that regulates every facet of domestic policy in the EU—from human rights to consumer protection. This is 80,000 pages of regulation, regulations that are the bane of global capitalism. Laissez-faire capitalism is predicated on the destruction of the nation-state and the removal of barriers and restrictions on the movement and use of capital. Those who own the world’s economies have no interest in restrictions being placed on them. But it is these regulations and restrictions that actually allow international capital to flourish. When the Soviet Union was assaulted by the free-market neo-liberals after the collapse of the Stalinist state, everything should have been coming up roses for the Russian economy. After all, they did everything they were supposed to; privatized all state-owned assets, removed restrictions on wealth accumulation, let loose the dogs of market warfare. And yet the economy and the country fell into anarchy and gangsterism—not, as at least one person has suggested, because having been warned that capitalists are gangsters, Russians became gangsters when they became capitalists, but rather because there was no longer any legal structure under which a market economy could flourish. When a contract is worth less than the paper it is printed on, and can be negated by nothing more than a match, a market economy is reduced to its essence—a place where the strong-armed succeed and the rest are fleeced. Healthy markets require a strong legal system and extensive regulation in order to flourish, as it levels the playing field and reins in the psychopathic.
Europe has, according to Leonard’s book, recognized that a strong economy demands a strong state, and that the state needs to be involved in the market both as a regulator and as a player. But, Leonard argues, Europe took the unusual step of leading a race upwards. The consultations that lead to the creation of the acquis communitaire set high standards for members of the EU—but at the same time established that there would be direct and measurable economic advantages for anyone who chose to play in the same stadium; access to production capacity and markets inside a tariff-free zone.
But the central intellectual force behind the creation of the EU, Jean Monnet, started by constructing the stadium: first by starting negotiations to unite French and German steel and coal producers. He felt that by forging links between major producers, Europe could sidestep the potential for a return to armed conflict. After all, all wars are resource wars, but if the major producers were already on the same team, wars would become an "own goal", a goal that harms oneself instead of the other.
Once the stadium was built, it turned out that a lot of other teams wanted in to play. But in order to gain access to the stadium, the European Common Market, teams had to agree to play by the same set of rules; the acquis communitaire. And because the rules were quite stringent—neo-liberal markets inside the EU, coupled with progressive social policies—countries looking to get in have to bring themselves up to the minimum standards (as opposed to developed countries destroying their social and business environments to compete with more backward, anti-progressive countries).
Turkey is probably on of the biggest success stories of the European Union. At first, EU membership seemed completely out of the question. To quote Leonard:
"Turkey first applied to join the European Union in 1963, and for four decades it has had the prospect of membership dangled in front of it but then removed because of the failings of the Turkish government. Turkish human rights abuses, restrictions on press freedom, the persecution of minorities, and the backwardness of the Turkish economy have all provided European governments with reasons to withdraw the nectar of membership. However, in Turkey today the prospect of joining the European club has become a unifying national dream—uniting secularists and Islamists with Anatolians, Kurds, and Armenians—behind a project that promises all a better future.
"Over the last few years, the Turkish Parliament has passed six packages of constitutional amendments designed to bring Turkey in line with European standards. When the Prime Minister, Recep Tayip Erdogan, talks to his colleagues in Brussels, he boasts of abolishing the death penalty, the army-dominated security courts, and curbs on free speech. He can talk of how he has brought military budgets under civilian control for the first time ever, and of his ‘zero tolerance for torture’ in Turkish prisons. He has secured the release of Kurdish activists from prison, and allowed Turkish State Television, TRT, to begin broadcasting programmes in Kurdish and other minority languages such as Bosnian and Arabic. He has abandoned thirty years of intransigence on the Cyprus question, and erased centuries of mutual suspicion between Greece and Turkey with skilful diplomacy—so much so that Turkey’s fiercest rival in the past has been transformed into one of the leading supporters of Turkish membership in the EU. This revolution has come about for one reason alone: the Turkish desire to join the European Union." (page 50)
This soft-power approach does have its limits; Leonard suggests that the EU faced its greatest test in Srebrenica, where the Bosnian Serbs re-introduced genocide to Europe as they rounded up around seven thousand Muslims and butchered them. Since then, Europe has begun building a European army, in order to be able to add the threat of force to the continuum of responses they employ to achieve their goals. But the lessons of centuries of conflict are not lost on Europe; the Rapid Reaction force is intended to stay small, only able to respond to situations, not to conquer nations. The final word should go to Leonard:
"If ever there was a cause to listen to Monnet’s injunction to ‘enlarge the context by changing the basic facts’ it is in Europe’s new neighbourhood....For example, in Iran, American strategies of isolation and coercion are actually encouraging the suppression of democracy and the development of nuclear weapons. The lesson the Iranians drew from the Iraq war is that the only way to be safe from American invasion is to have a nuclear deterrent—and the challenge is to develop it quickly while American troops are still bogged down in Iraq. Equally, as Iran has already become a ‘pariah state’, it has nothing to lose by suppressing democracy. This is why a European policy, which starts with a recognition of Iran’s motivations and tries to change the calculus of risk for the government, could be more effective. By taking their security concerns seriously, and offering major economic benefits, it is trying to regain leverage over the Iranian regime that the American strategy of isolation has lost. But without American involvement the EU cannot succeed as it cannot offer the Iranians the security guarantees they need." (pp. 108-109)

The Secret Man: The Story of Watergate’s Deep Throat

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Petrodollar Warfare: Oil, Iraq, and the Future of the Dollar

by William R. Clark

review by E.B.Klassen
What drove Amerika into Iraq? William R. Clark, in his book Petrodollar Warfare: Oil, Iraq, and the future of the Dollar suggests (and makes a pretty solid case, too) that Amerikan criminality is based on the fear of losing its pre-eminent status as the world’s last remaining superpower. The problem is that the foundation of Amerika’s status is merely some awfully thin ice—ice made thinner by the fascists currently in office.
This is about more than oil—although oil is essential to Amerikan hegemony. Oil is bought and paid for in Amerikan dollars, and those Amerikan dollars are the world’s currency of last resort. If everything falls apart, the $US is supposed to remain standing, and the Federal Reserve said back in the early eighties that if all else fails, they will just keep printing dollars until everything is paid off—all Amerikan international debt, all debt denominated in Amerikan dollars.
Because right now Amerika is living in a massive debt bubble—China alone holds over $1.7 trillion in Federal debt instruments and could crash the whole system simply by converting the lot over to euros. The dollar has declined over the last four years—seen here in Canada as the rise in the Canadian dollar against the Amerikan, and the euro has strengthened. But worldwide we have far too much productive capability, and not enough ability to consume, and this overhang is starting to scare the crap out of the holders of real money.
The current system is (almost) holding together. Oil sales denominated in Amerikan dollars and held by Amerikan financial institutions have managed to support Amerikan consumption. But then Saddam Hussein gets snarly; under the oil for food program, he requests that payment no longer be made in the dollar of the Great Satan, but be denominated in euros. Turns out to be a great financial idea made for political reasons. By denominating in the euro, Iraq sees a couple of hundred million dollars extra—free money just for using the euro. And don’t think this isn’t noticed by the rest of the region; the Saudi’s know all about this, but have made their own separate peace with the Great Satan, and are funnelling their excess dollars back into the Amerikan economy (70% of Saudi Arabia’s petrodollar wealth is invested in the US). But for this and other crimes (like having Amerikan oil inconveniently under their country and making deals to sell it to Russia and European countries rather than the Amerikan ones), the Iranians pay a heavy price; they suffer the extension of Amerikan hegemony.
But Iran notices; they announce a new oil bourse (a stock exchange for securities trading) in 2002 to be up and running by 2005 that will offer an oil marker denominated in euros—just like the $US-denominated marker of West Texas crude. Funny how they are now in the crosshairs, isn’t it?
William Clark doesn’t claim that what currency petrodollars are denominated in is the sole reason behind the illegal invasion of Iraq; but he does make a strong case that this was a significant reason behind it. Some writers, most recently Gwynne Dyer, don’t buy it. A recent Dyer article basically says that this Amerikan administration is simply too stupid to pay attention to esoteric financial concerns, and makes a strong case for this view. But this administration’s partners, this cabal of the super-rich, this loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires that rely on the dominance of the Amerikan dollar, they notice. And they have both a confluence of desire and the world’s largest and best equipped mercenary force at their disposal. And what the hell, they’ve been using it for just this kind of bullshit since forever, so what’s one more country destroyed to serve their interests? The rest, we say, is history.

The Long Emergency: Surviving the Converging Catastrophes of the Twenty-First Century

by James Howard Kunstler

review by E.B.Klassen
The Long Emergency is James Kunstler’s hard-eyed view of the advent of the post-oil world—the world whose resource wars have finally come out in the open with the invasion of Iraq. Kunstler spends a lot of time on the history of oil in Amerika, and particularly the calculations of the Hubbard Peak. M. King Hubbert was the Amerikan geologist who devised the math used to calculate the life of oil fields. He later extended this to calculate the points of peak discovery and peak production in the US and later, the world. And, in case you hadn’t guessed, global oil production is due to peak right about...now. Actually, the best guess is between 2000 and 2008, so we’re likely past peak right now.
Kunstler then goes on to consider how much of modern global industrial society is fossil fuel based—and the answer,of course, is all of it. As peak production occurs quite late in the life of an oil field (followed by a precipitous decline in recovery), his thesis is that this is it, this is the nuclear weapon at the heart of the modern world that’s going to blow it all apart—and probably before the end of the century. Likely before the halfway point, in fact.
Even without factoring in global warming and emergent diseases, Kunstler figures we’re done. Once you add those two in to the mix, well, let’s just say that a massive die-back seems to be in the cards. And that 90 to 95 percent mortality rate may not be out of line.
The biggest problem is that all our possible replacements for oil are ultimately fossil fuel based; the alloys needed to build decent wind generators, for example, need a fossil fuel based economy to create them. And needs one to place the generators and use them. Ditto for solar cells, and pretty much everything else.
Kunstler sees the demise of the cities as being already underway—except in Europe, which has been unable to pursue suburbanization the way Amerika has. And Kunstler hates suburbia—having written two books already about it: The Geography of Nowhere and Home from Nowhere—he sees it as the worst idea to have ever come out of Amerika. And without cheap gas, suburbia is untenable.
Kunstler, being Amerikan, does occasionally collapse in to an unconscious Amerikan-centric and jingoistic world view. Understandable, but frustrating nonetheless. He wants to keep Amerika and Amerikans alive as much as possible—even though he doesn’t see just how that can possibly happen—and so he shies away from stating the clear conclusion of his book; that (as in Brunner’s The Sheep Look Up) the destruction of Amerika may not be the worst thing for the planet. The hellish thing is that so much of the rest of the planet is going to go with it.

It's the Crude, Dude

by Linda McQuaig

review by John W. Herbert
Linda McQuaig’s new book It’s the Crude, Dude highlights America preoccupation (no pun intended) with securing Middle East oil. It’s a well-written, shameful indictment of post-war American foreign policy.
But the real question is will anyone who reads it change their mind?
I call it the “Michael Moore syndrome.” I’ve read all of Moore’s books, and own all his movies (yes, even The Big One. And you’ve got to be a fan in order to sit through that one! But I digress.) So to me, Michael Moore is preaching to the choir. But what worries me is that Moore, and McQuaig with her book, is preaching only to the choir.
As much as I love them, did any right-winger come out of Bowling for Columbine or Fahrenheit 9/11 with their mind changed? I doubt it.
Mind you, it’s not like I’m going to read Ann Coulter and suddenly say, “My god, the leftist dogma dribble that I’ve been following my whole life is so utterly, utterly wrong!”

Imperial Ambitions-Conversations on the Post 9-11 World

by Noam Chomsky

review by E.B.Klassen
So I lay in bed this morning finishing the latest Noam Chomsky book: Imperial Ambitions-Conversations on the Post 9-11 World. This is another in the series of books based around Chomsky’s conversations with David Barsamian, where the conversation is transcribed, edited by Chomsky, footnotes are added, and the whole is then published. I’ve read a number of books by NC over the last couple of years (what, a dozen or more?) and this one has to be the most angry one I’ve read. Which, considering that NC persistently takes the most neutral-sounding tones when saying the most outrageous things about the Amerikan Empire, is really saying something.
"The United States is basically what’s called a "failed state." It has formal democratic institutions, but they barely function."(page 198). This is just one of the casual comments that NC tosses off that really is the result of an amazing rejection of the cultural conditioning and propaganda that an Amerikan citizen is subjected to. It is clear that Amerika is a failed democracy when you are not an Amerikan citizen—in fact, NC suggests that it might be nice if Amerika could achieve the democratic advancement of Brazil, or maybe Haiti, as both countries have managed to elect leaders who are clearly not members of the ruling elite (Aristide in Haiti, and Lula in Brazil). That outside/foreign observers where in place to monitor the last presidential elections speaks volumes for the sad state of Amerikan democracy.
That Amerikan democracy has failed so badly, even with the unprecedented commitment to free speech and right of assembly that Amerikans have, is astonishing. Chomsky attributes much of this failure to the development of propaganda under such people as Walter Lippmann (credited with the phrase "manufacturing consent") and Edward Bernays (who said that "the more intelligent members of the community can direct the population through "the engineering of consent," which he considered "the very essence of the democratic process").
"It’s interesting to look back at the 1920s, when the public relations industry really began. This was the period of Taylorism in industry, when workers were being trained to become robots and every single motion was controlled and regulated. Taylorism created highly efficient industry, with human beings being turned into automata. The Bolsheviks were very impressed with Taylorism, too, and tried to duplicate it, as did others throughout the world. But the thought-control experts soon realized that you could not only what was called "on-job control" but also "off-job control." It’s a fine phrase. Off-job control means turning people into robots in every part of their lives by inducing a "philosophy of futility," focusing people on "the superficial things of life, like fashionable consumption." Let the people who are supposed to run the show do so without any interference from the mass of the population, who have no business in the public arena. And from that idea grew enormous industries, ranging from advertising to universities, all very consciously committed to the belief that you must control attitudes and opinions, because the people are otherwise just too dangerous.
Actually, there are good constitutional sources for this view of the public. The founding of the country [Amerika] was based on the Madisonian principle that the people are just too dangerous: power has to be in the hands of what Madison called "the wealth of the nation," people who respect property and its rights and are willing to "protect the minority of the opulent against the majority," which has to be fragmented somehow." (pp. 21-22)
All of which lends support to my feeling that democracy is not only in deep trouble, but is an ongoing and unfinished revolution in world affairs. Thus my support for the right of Quebecois to decide on separation. Not that I support Quebec separatism (in fact I figure that the leaders of the BQ and PQ are evil and cynical opportunists using the above techniques for their own ends at the expense of the citizenry of Quebec). But I do support the right of people to decide on how they shall be ruled. Hell, Rome reserved the right to elect a tyrant for a set term of office(even though it usually went very badly when they did...).
This is one of the greatest crimes of the Bush II administration; not their disdain for democracy—that has been bog standard for Amerika for at least the last century. It’s that they’ve gone completely rogue, destroying the international structures that were actually working to reduce conflict worldwide, that were actually increasing self-determination in wildly diverse populations about the globe. Chile is slowly managing to bring sociopathic monster Augusto Pinochet to trial—hopefully before he dies and the point becomes moot. Hugo Chávez respects the reactionary courts in his country and does not prosecute the military officers who participated in the Amerikan-backed coup against his democratically elected government. Even South Africa, where the ANC managed to most amazing transition of power with a minimum of violence and recrimination.
One can’t even imagine such a shift of power in Amerika. Or respect for the law like in Chile and Venezuela. Amerika, and this is mentioned in Imperial Ambitions, is a nation that is extremely susceptible to fear. And pretty much every time it’s a fear of a group or population upon whose neck the Amerikan boot is pretty firmly placed. The destroyed, militarily insignificant Iraq, Panama, Nicaragua, Grenada. Each of these in turn has been seen (and sold) as a terrific threat to Amerika, a dagger pointed at its heart. And it has never been true, but the Amerikan public buys it—or at least enough to allow the jackboots of the Amerikan military to be planted on foreign soil.
So what to do, what to do. The answers are fairly simple—and fairly complex. But it all boils down to organize. Locally into small affinity groups, unions, discussion circles. Nationally into demanding our political parties begin respecting the democratic will of the people (a tricky balancing act, admittedly. Too nationalistic and the air raid sirens will be going off in Canada next). And internationally to continue organizing structures of law that will hold all imperial ambitions in check. So, you know, not really anything much has to be done....

originally published in Under the Ozone Hole #18

Illium

by Dan Simmons

review by John W. Herbert
Suffice it to say, Dan Simmons does not write small science fiction books. His Hyperion Cantos surely rank as one of the best examples of galaxy building (as well as galaxy destruction and reconstruction) in the genre. Now he begins a new series as big and complex as his earlier masterwork.
As in Hyperion, in his new novel Ilium Simmons once again draws inspiration from classical literature, this time drawing on the works of Homer instead of Keats. Ilium opens with four storylines; the battle of Troy is being observed by human historians, plucked out of time by the Greek gods who have given them amazing technology to observe the battle undetected (Zeus, it seems, has read Homer, and wants to make sure the battle goes by the book); then there’s the all the political intrigue going on at the god’s home on Olympos (it seems not all of them are happy with Zeus’s rule); on Earth in the future, a small group of the last humans, living in luxury in a technological utopia after the departure, find someone who knows the secrets of the world they live in; and in the outer reaches of the solar system, machine intelligences are detecting strange quantum energy readings on the supposedly dead planets of Earth and Mars, and send an expedition to investigate, and if necessary eliminate the source of these strange readings.
Ilium is a joy. Simmons confidently weaves together his seemingly disparate storylines in unexpected ways, yet never losing focus or getting sidetracked. The story moves briskly, from the exciting action in the ancient city of Troy to comical byplay between Orphu and Mahnmut, two machine intelligences whose expedition to the inner planets is disrupted by a golden god in a flying chariot, as they discuss the relative merits of Shakespeare and Proust.
Simmons is a writer of exceptional talent , and Ilium is an exceptional work. Be warned that this is only the first half of the story; the story will be concluded in the forthcoming Olympos.

Demon Night

by J.Michael Straczynski

review by John W. Herbert
Recently re-issued by iBooks, the first novel by Babylon 5 creator J. Michael Straczynski, originally publish in 1988, might be described as "Stephen King Lite." And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
The story takes place firmly in King country, a small town in Maine called Dredmouth Point where an ancient evil has been waiting, gathering its strength, while prodigal son Eric Matthews, whose family was killed in the town when he was a child, has returned to unlock the secret of his family’s death, and the strange and mysterious black outs he suffers.
Straczynski tells his story in solid, non-flashy prose. He gets straight into the story and drives it ahead quickly. Whereas King might have used 200 pages of back story and small town life to slowly develop the mood, Straczynski sets the creepy mood from the outset as Matthews slowly discovers what killed his family, what is slowly destroying the town, and his destiny.
No one will mistake Demon Night for a great work of art, but as a solid and capable first novel, it is another example of the excellent story-telling we’ve come to expect for the ubiquitous "jms."

Originally published in Neo-opsis magazine and reprinted in Under the Ozone Hole #18.

Beauty Tips From Moose Jaw

by Will Ferguson

review by John W. Herbert
Will Ferguson is a very funny guy.
Wait, scratch that. I assume he’s a funny guy — I really don’t know Will Ferguson from Adam.
Okay, scratch that, too. I know Adam and he is a funny guy. And so is Will Ferguson (I assume).
But they aren’t the same guy.
Or are they?
Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen them both in the same place. In fact, I’ve never seen Will Ferguson anywhere. Could it be that they really are the same guy? Have I inadvertantly stumbled on the biggest conspiracy since Stephen Harper’s brain was stolen by aliens?
Sorry. Let me start again.
Will Ferguson may be a very funny guy. But without question, he is a very funny writer. It’s not by accident that he’s won the Leacock Medal for Humour. (Then again, it might well have been an accident. But no one’s admitting anything.)
Which brings me in a surprisingly roundabout way to his recent book Beauty Tips From Moose Jaw, a time-jumbled travelogue across Canada. He starts at a poetry slam here in Victoria, and meanders from West to East, ending in L’anse Aux Meadows, the home of the first Norse settlement in North America. On the way, he retraces his youth in the high North, looks for polar bears near Churchill, tries to find the meaning of Canada with his brother, tries to find the meaning of Quebec with another brother, and even attempts to find the meanings in that strange variation of english that is spoken in Newfoundland.
Ferguson is always funny. (Anyone who rates a book about Canadian Prime Ministers called Bastards and Boneheads gets an ‘A’ in my book.) And this book is warm and witty embrace of Canadiana, a wonderfully written journey exploring the backwaters and backstreets.
A great read.

originally published in Under the Ozone Hole #18

Downsize This! Random Threats From an Unarmed American


by Michael Moore; Crown; $28.95
review by John W. Herbert

He’s at it again. Everyone’s favourite gadfly Michael Moore, the genius behind TV Nation and Roger & Me, continues the battle against untruths, injustice and the American Way in his new book, Downsize This! Moore takes no prisoners, brooks no favours and turns his savage gonzo humour on nearly everyone and everything. He slam politicians and big business remorselessly. Chapter titles include: “Would Pat Buchanan Take a Check From Satan?” (he did, by the way); “If Clinton Had Balls…”; “My Forbidden Love for Hillary”; “A Sperm’s Right to Life”; “Let’s Pick a New Enemy”; and “Why Doesn’t GM Sell Crack?” There’s also a hilarious fake newspaper article entitled “Everyone Fired… Wall Street Reacts Favorably.” Plus a complete set of Corporate Crook Trading Cards. Now how much would you pay? Read it. You’ll laugh ’til you stop.
-- J.W.H.
Originally published by Under the Ozone Hole Number Fifteen – September, 1996

Winter Rose



by Patricia McKillip
Ace Books; ISBN 0-441-00438-5; 262 pp.;
reviewed by Paula Johanson

The author of The Forgotten Beasts of Eld has a new magical story to tell, once again as deep as any of the old fairy tales. Patricia McKillip wrote Winter Rose with the intensity of Tam Lin or Rose Red. But this is no mere re-telling of old stories.“The well was one of the wood’s secrets: a deep spring as clear as light, hidden under an overhang of dark stones down which the briar roses fall, white as snow, red as blood, all summer long. The vines hide the water unless you know to look. I found it one hot afternoon when I stopped to smell the roses. Beneath their sweet scent lay something shadowy, mysterious: the smell of earth, water, wet stone. I moved the cascading briars and looked down at my own reflection.”The characters and the sense of place are sharply realized. “Don’t fret. Everyone runs from such things now and then; it’s only human. People gather, and drink, and dance, feelings begin to fly like trapped birds, things get spoken without words, music suggests things that simply can’t be... Lovers suddenly wear too-familiar faces, and other faces promise other worlds...”McKillip is clearly a master storyteller working at her full strength.

Virtual Girl

by Amy Thomson
Ace Books; $5.99
reviewed by Paula Johanson

This first novel by Seattle writer Amy Thomson is a fast read. Much more “user-friendly” than is currently fashionable for cyberpunk, Virtual Girl tells of an innocent adrift in a dystopian future.
Maggie is an artificial intelligence program in a robot body. Her creator is Arnold, the prodigal son of a rich New York executive. Arnold fled to Seattle to build Maggie’s A.I. program and robot body without interference from the law or his father. More than a faithful robot companion, Maggie is self-aware and delighted to be active in the world. A Body was a wonderful peripheral! She quickly realises.
But not everything in the world is wonderful. Arnold has little access to his trust fund, and without money they move among the homeless and desperate people. Maggie learns dumpster-diving, and how to keep people from stealing her shoes when Arnold is asleep. But it is she who teaches Arnold to make time for people who are even worse off, people who don’t have Maggie’s strengths or Arnold’s knowledge and access to wealth.
Alone after a crisis, Maggie has to survive on her own. What is she worth without Arnold? Who is she really, by any definition of reality or Virtual Reality?
As she rides around most of the continental US, Maggie meets people who are described vividly by the writer. Amy Thomson’s particular gift would appear to be the ability to flesh out a character in few words. Thomson makes the brief chapters not only advance the action but put the characters in context with their world and their past.
The future Maggie moves in is no technological Utopia, but a country where licensed prostitutes compete for a scanty living, and Mardi Gras krewes run a drowned New Orleans. When Maggie finds hope and caring in herself and others, it brings her confidence. Like William Gibson’s Neuromancer, Virtual Girl does not make the reader feel like a PhD in Computer Sciences is needed to understand the morality of individual survival in a technological society. Can we always depend upon the kindness of strangers?

Originally published by Under the Ozone Hole Number Seven – March, 1994

The Ugly Little Boy



by Isaac Asimov and Robert Silverberg
Bantam; $6.99
reviewed by Paula Johanson

The Ugly Little Boy is a novel adapted from the classic short story by the late Isaac Asimov. This is the second such collaboration by Asimov and Silverberg -- the first was Nightfall, adapted from the most popular science fiction story ever written. The third "expanded" story, The Positronic Man, is available in hardcover from Bantam.
It's easy to see why Bantam Books expects these stories to be popular. "The Ugly Little Boy" as a short story was a brief, sensitive look at how science and time travel might affect living people. The novel-length version makes it clear that people who are not scientists might be affected very differently.
Asimov's original short story remains the same. A nurse, Miss Fellowes, is hired by Stasis Technologies, Inc. to care for a child from the past. She calms the frantic boy when he is plucked away from everything he knew, helps him cope with doctors' examinations, and teaches him the things a modern child of three or four would already know. Miss Fellowes has less trouble helping the child she names Timmie learn to dress, keep clean and speak a modern language instead of his own, than the trouble she has getting the Stasis scientists and executive Gerald Hoskins to treat Timmie as they would an ordinary child.
Timmie is a Neanderthal, brought forward from forty thousand years ago.
New to the story is the life of Timmie’s people in Ice Age Europe. This is probably Robert Silverberg’s contribution, and it evokes a hard nomadic life as the People, who have humour and religion and songs, are crowded from their usual range by the Other Ones, who are tall, skinny and flat-faced. Timmie’s Neanderthal people do not really expect the other, ugly people to act like humans. Neither do the Stasis scientists expect Timmie to behave like a real boy. “The child now in our custody has been dead for 40,000 years.”
But Timmie’s nurse sees him as a person; different in looks and abilities perhaps, but human.
Miss Fellowes made sure that everything the boy said was being recorded. It was vital evidence of his intelligence. Let anyone who imagined that the Neanderthals had been mere bestial shaggy half-men listen to Timmie retelling the story of Theseus in the Labyrinth! Even if he did seem to think the Minotaur was the hero of the story.
What really happened when our human ancestors met, Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal, is still being debated by anthropologists and popular writers. It has been suggested that Cro-Magnons were inventive enough to kill off most Neanderthals, and this novel hints at such conflicts. But both Asimov and Silverberg can imagine other possibilities for their engaging story.

Originally published by Under the Ozone Hole Number Seven – March, 1994

Starfish



by Peter Watts
Tor Books; February 2000; ISBN 0-812-57585-7; 374 pp.;
reviewed by John W. Herbert

I’m going to go out on a big limb here and predict that Starfish is going to win the Aurora this year. If it doesn’t, I’ll demand a recount.An ambitious and impressive first novel, it concerns the genetically and mechanically altered humans who man underwater geo-thermal power stations along the Juan de Fuca ridge just off the BC coast. It is not a place for any sane person, and the only people who can tolerate the working conditions are people that the surface society is best rid of anyway. Watts manages to make you want to keep reading, even though all his characters are thoroughly unlikable. The oppressive atmosphere seeps through the pages as Watts draws you deeper into the underwater intrigue.This book is going to make a big splash. Catch the wave

Silicon Snake Oil



by Clifford Stoll
Anchor Books; April 1996
reviewed by John W. Herbert

Clifford Stoll, whose excellent first book The Cuckoo’s Egg recounts his accidental discovery of an international hacker spy ring, turns his attention in his second book to the Internet itself. Subtitled Second Thoughts on the Information Highway, Stoll questions the generally accepted notion that the Internet will change our lives, our businesses and the world. Stoll recounts many examples where schools and businesses have invested millions of dollars to access the Internet with questionable results. Instead of investing millions in computers for schools, Stoll asks why not invest millions in teachers? (Stoll even uses a local example. School districts on Vancouver Island are considering hooking up elementary schools to the Internet where, one consultant says, students “can learn about preserving our island’s rain forests by linking electronically with a class in Louisiana studying wetlands. Each learns form the other’s land use issues. This is technology happening now.” Stoll instead suggests renting a bus and driving the students up the island to Clayoquot Sound.) Stoll’s main concern is that the virtual world will supplant the real world, despite the fact the real world is more colourful, vibrant and, well, real. Sure, I can call up a van Gogh panting on my computer screen, but is it as satisfactory as looking at the real thing or even a high quality art book? He is saddened at the lack of courtesy and intelligence in many newsgroups and is concerned that students will become more interested in facts, and not the pursuit of the facts. Even though often amusing and droll, it is a downhearted and sobering commentary on what perhaps should be called the Misinformation Highway.

Originally published by Under the Ozone Hole Number Fourteen – June, 1996

Project Maldon


by Chris Atack
Baen, 1997; 375pp.; ISBN 0-671-87786-0
reviewed by Robert Runté

Chris Atack’s Project Maldon, is a surprisingly good read. Indeed, I was so surprised that I decided to go to the trouble of actually writing a review. I hope to convince you to rush out and buy a copy of this debut novel, in spite of the apparently good reasons not to.I admit that I had originally bought the book only out of a sense of completion: I try to keep my Canadian SF library up to date. (That, and because Mr. Atack turned out to be standing next to me when I asked the clerk about new Canadian SF, and I was too embarrassed to reject his book with him actually standing there, watching.)I admit I really wanted to put the book back. The cover art — two poorly drawn stealth bombers apparently attacking a space station, complete with fiery explosions — is not what you would call promising. The artwork is also, as it turns out, completely irrelevant: there AREN’T any space battles in the book. (Okay; there is a rather tense board meeting in Earth orbit, but I don’t think that counts.) Worse even than the artwork is the typography: “Project Maldon” juts out of the cover like some cheesy movie marquee. Even the author’s name works against him, summoning up visions of glorified violence and hackneyed mayhem. This is not, I am sorry to say, a cover that would draw a second glance from even the most fanatical devotee of militaristic space opera.But never one to judge a book by its cover, I turned to the blurb. Where it appears that Project Maldon is yet another redundant entry in the seemingly endless procession of cyberpunk cash-ins: the dystopian future; the god-like AI, the slow slide towards Armageddon. Gibson’s once-original vision has been rehashed by so many talentless hacks, that I swear I’ll give up SF if I have to read one more of these annoyingly predictable, formulaic, mass market, processed cheese substitutes. Cyberpunk is an idea whose time has past, okay folks? I mean I teach in a town where half the population still thinks that giving women the vote was a bad idea, and yet even my most isolated rural students routinely debate the finer details of artificial intelligence on their web pages. I’m telling you, this isn’t SF any longer, it now belongs to the genre of “bad mainstream bestsellers”. I fully expect the next cyberpunk offering to be by Danielle Steele.Front cover art and back cover blurb notwithstanding, however, this first novel is well worth your attention. Atack’s strong narrative skills and engaging style elevate Project Maldon above the run of the cyber-mill, and the familiarity of the Canadian locales and future history added to my enjoyment. (That the story is told from the perspective of a dashing sociologist didn’t exactly hurt either. I haven’t enjoyed a sociologist as protagonist this much since Chad C. Mulligan in Brunner’s Stand on Zanzibar.) Drawn into the action, I found myself reluctant to put the book down again, even though much of it is Canadianly-depressing.Atack is clearly carrying on a long tradition of Canadian SF. There is no happy ending, for example, no American-style saved-by-the-cavalry rescue. Almost everybody we care about gets killed, the good guys lose, and our protagonists fails to achieve his major goals. In the end, this turns out not to matter terribly, because most of the battles he has been fighting were the wrong ones anyway. The ending is typically Canadian in its ambiguity: our side didn’t win, but neither did the bad guys. Are things better or worse than when the book started? We can’t tell, and won’t know until history passes judgment years later, though it is already clear that almost no one got what they thought they wanted.Atack’s future is depressingly familiar and believable, though the strong narrative carries us past the bleak cityscapes at a sufficiently page-turning pace that you’ll be hooked anyway. Unlike many books set in the near future, Atack resists the temptation of spelling out the details of that future history. None of Atack’s characters can really understand how the country came to be in such a terrible mess, which is both more believable and more emotionally satisfying for the reader than any pat explanation would be. As a sociologist, I almost always find authors’ predictions to be annoyingly naive, but Atack simply avoids the whole issue by sticking to nicely vague allusions, and the occasional clichéd encyclopedia entry.I also really appreciated that Atack left much of the old world quietly in place, untouched by the developments around them. The protagonist’s office is next door to a soap factory, for example, which continues to pump out detergent pretty much as it always has, even while everything else around it is going to hell.There are a lot of such nice touches in this book. Although admittedly a novel in the cyberpunk tradition, it is sufficiently original to warrant attention, particularly given that it is Atack’s first time out. Project Maldon is easily comparable to Robert Sawyer’s first novel, Golden Fleece, and might even be the best first since Sean Stewart’s Passion Play. Atack is, therefore, clearly worth watching.

The Books of Stephen Jay Gould

reviewed by Karl Johanson




Collections of science essays have long been among my favourite books. While discussing such collections at Noncon 15 Cath Jackel recommended Gould so I grabbed a few of his essay collections. One advantage of short essay collections is that you can leave one in the bathroom and get through an essay per trip if you speed read or are mildly constipated.
Gould is one of those writers with that amazing talent of making learning not just fun but fascinating. His use of analogies in teaching evolution science extend to a essay on whether baseball evolved or was created spontaneously (Bully for Brontosaurus). Gould also manages to provide intricate detail necessary to accurately describe complicated topics without losing the reader in a sea of trivia.
For me the aspect of Gould's writing I am most appreciative is his respect for others with opinions which are different from his or now know to be wrong. Rather than attack someone who say believed that stratified rock formed during the Biblical flood and not over millions of years, he tends to show their reasons for believing as well as the reasons they are wrong. Often firmly believed hypothesis which are now known to be wrong were based on sensible analysis of what was know at the time (for example, I know that the Earth orbits the sun (or rather the both orbit a common centre of gravity very near the core of the sun) and not the other way around because someone told me, not because I figured it out. With no evidence other than my eyes I would likely conclude the latter.) Gould's respect for other opinions only seams to falter when he refutes pseudoscientific justification for racism. He quite eloquently points out that the notions such as "Caucasians have larger brains than negros" are not only unproven but irrelevant.
Scientists are often accused of using the scientific method as a religion. No doubt there are those who believe in scientific knowledge without understanding. There are those for whom white lab coats and science journals are as crosses and scriptures to a Christian. Gould doesn't seam to take this true believer attitude to science. In the essay "Adam's Navel" in the collection The Flamingo's Smile Gould talks about the work Omphalos by Philip Henry Gosse (1857). Put simply Gosse believed that the Earth was only a few thousand years old and that fossil and geological evidence to the contrary was put on Earth by god to grant the Earth a sensible past. In discussing and replying to this idea Gould manages to sums up science rather eloquently. "Science is a procedure for testing and rejecting hypothesis, not a compendium of of certain knowledge. Claims that can be proved incorrect lie within its domain (as false statements to be sure, but as proposals that meet the primary methodological criterion of testability). But theories that cannot be tested in principle are not part of science. Science is doing, not clever cogitation; we reject Omphalos as useless, not wrong."

Originally published by Under the Ozone Hole Number Six – November, 1993

Heisenberg Probably Slept Here: The Lives, Times and Ideas of the Great Physicists of the 20th Century



by Richard P. BrennanJohn Wiley & Sons, Inc.; ISBN 0-471-15709-0; 274 pp. $32.50
reviewed by Paula Johanson

There isn’t a country & western song that warbles, “Mommas, don’t let your babies grow up to be physicists.” And after this book, there probably never will be.With a light enough tone to make the title appropriate, Heisenberg Probably Slept Here races through eight quick profiles of great modern physicists. If you had to write a short paper on Newton, Einstein, Planck, Rutherford, Bohr, Heisenberg, Feynman or Gell-Mann, you could probably do it after reading one chapter. But if you wondered “who is Gell-Mann?” or why Louis de Broglie isn’t on the table of contents, you’ll enjoy the cross-references as some of the other great men of science are described as they interact with these giants.The expression “men of science” is, alas, appropriate for this book. The only woman of science named is Marie Sklodowska Curie. All other women mentioned are mothers, wives, sisters and cousins of the scientists, and usually given full credit as their caregivers. Brennan makes it easy to believe that the myth of the absent-minded physicist leaving his pants behind was first told by the women who kept house for physicists. Some of these women relatives were educated scholars in the shadows of giants. Not all of them were happy to come second to physics in their man’s affections.In one anecdote, Richard Feynman’s second wife tells him as they sit down to dinner: “‘I forgot to tell you, but you had a telephone call this afternoon. Some old bore is in town and wanted you to join him for dinner.’ The ‘old bore’ she referred to was Niels Bohr, who was visiting, and Feynman missed a chance to talk to him, which he was not at all happy about... The marriage was clearly not working.”The author would have done well to credit his own soror mystica, Carolyn F. Brennan, on the cover of the book for her excellent illustrations and critical review.With an introduction that gives a short background in the history of physics, and a chronology, glossary, bibliography and index, this is a very practical and enjoyable text. Keep it on the coffee table to impress your friends. You can always hope that the kids will read it and grow up to be physicists.

Glory Season

by David Brin
Bantam Spectra; $27.95
reviewed by Paula Johanson




Maia is an individual in a world where variety is not prized. Most people are natural clones of their mothers, winter-conceived, as the founding colonists of Stratos had planned. The few men and variant women, natural conceived in summer, are second-class citizens, not valued because they are atypical, with no proven niche for their work.
Maia and Leie, her twin, leave their clone family’s home in adolescence and go out to make their way in the world. They have something to rely on which few “vars” (variant women) have: each other. As a child, Leie said: “We had the same father. We’ll go on the same boat, someday. We’ll sail, an’ see a whale, an’ ride its tail. That’s what summer kids do when they grow up.”
The hard work that lies ahead for them on men’s boats and doing rough labour in port cities does not stop them from their journey. When they must separate, and when a storm takes Leie’s ship, Maia has to learn how to go on, alone. It had been comforting knowing another person in this sea of strangers was an ally, she realises.
She is not the only lonely traveller. The newscasts speak of another, come from far off-world. There is worry about invaders and heresy, but the traveller is quiet-spoken and alone. He has also come during the mid-summer auroras, when “rutting men” are at their most lustful and cannot be trusted to keep sober company. As the seasons turn on Stratos, the season of glory frost and women’s desires will come, changing everyone’s needs and motivation. Who can be trusted now?
Maia sees more of her world, Stratos, than she had ever hoped and learns more about the people, men and vars and clones, than perhaps she wished. No one is to be trusted or suspected at the first meeting; it takes much experience before Maia learns what she must expect from herself, let alone others.
“What you see around you is the result of deliberate planning,” the traveller tells Maia. “Lysos and Founders carefully considered costs and alternatives. As the products of a scientific era, they were determined to prevent another happening here.... Lysos grew convinced that stable societies are happier ones. Deep down, most humans prefer living out their lives surrounded by comfortable certainties, guided by warm myths and metaphors, knowing that they’ll understand their children, and their children will understand them.”
Some of the clone families David Brin writes about love their variant sons and daughters dearly, though most prize their clone daughters and maintain ties with men’s sailing guilds so their var children may be sent away to make their own way in the world. In Glory Season, Brin is not writing about men and women as we know them, with our year-round lusts and our gender expectations. Nor is he writing pro- or anti-feminist rhetoric. What would change in people if natural cloning were possible? Brin asked himself, and this book is one answer.
He also explores the difference between a scientific age and a pastoral age for people who live during these era, particularly where the lives of multitudes are concerned. But Maia is an individual with her own life and ideas, in spite of being born both a twin and a lowly var without status.

Originally published by Under the Ozone Hole Number Seven – March, 1994