Repatriated SF Site Review: My Favorite Science Fiction Story, edited by Martin H. Greenberg

I was a bit surprised to realize that I haven't posted here in half a month -- but I have a good reason: my new grandson, Sylvester Took Whitman, was born, and my wife and I have been at Sylvester's home, babysitting his older siblings while my daughter was in the hospital, and welcoming Sylvester when he came home.

Here's another review that I wrote for the great but now sadly defunct website SF Site. This one is from 1999.

Review: My Favorite Science Fiction Story, edited by Martin H. Greenberg

In this new anthology, Martin H. Greenberg uses a gimmick that I've seen before, but one which still has legs. He has selected several prominent SF writers of the present day, and asked them to choose one favorite SF story. Their choices form this anthology.

Ideally, an anthology of this nature should have two aims: 1) simply to present a collection of outstanding stories, to participate, if you will, in the process of SF canon-forming; and 2) to throw light on the influences on the selecting writers. It might suggest what stories appeal to writers, as possibly opposed to readers (something in the way that the Nebula Awards do), and it might illustrate the development process of the field. It doesn't really appear that Greenberg had any special intent to reinforce this secondary aim, however.

For one thing, the authors chosen to select stories are not a particularly homogeneous group, either in age or in being members of any identifiable "school" or "movement." In addition, the stories chosen seem for the most part to be chosen as favorite reads, not so much as influences. This is not really a complaint, just an observation: what we are left with, thus, is mostly an anthology of the first type, a canon-building anthology.

The authors selecting stories are Arthur C. Clarke, Anne McCaffrey, Joe Haldeman, Frederik Pohl, Mike Resnick, Andre Norton, Alan Dean Foster, Poul Anderson, Harry Turtledove, Greg Bear, Connie Willis, Lois McMaster Bujold, L. Sprague de Camp, Robert Silverberg, Gregory Benford, Marion Zimmer Bradley, and David Drake. A varied lot, including writers who emerged during Campbell's "Golden Age," such as de Camp and Pohl, some who emerged slightly later, as with Clarke and Anderson, and continuing to such comparatively recent stars as Bear, Willis and Bujold.

I've been reading SF for quite some time now, and I've always liked short fiction, so the bulk of these stories are familiar to me. I was pleased to reread Theodore Sturgeon's "The Man Who Lost the Sea" for the umpteenth time: this story, Clarke's selection, may well have been mine if I were eligible to choose a story for a similar anthology. This is one of the most moving of all SF stories, and its theme lies at the heart of SF: the desire to keep exploring, the value of exploration for its own sake.

Other prominent selections include Frederik Pohl's brilliant story of what humans might become in the very far future, "Day Million" (chosen by Haldeman); C.M. Kornbluth's mordant SF Hall of Fame tale, "The Little Black Bag" (Pohl's choice), about a present day doctor discovering medical tools from the future, and the bitter misuse to which they are put; and Howard Waldrop's Nebula-winning tale of the fate of the last dodos, "The Ugly Chickens" (chosen by Turtledove). Also from the SF Hall of Fame are Lester del Rey's "Nerves," "A Martian Odyssey" by Stanley Weinbaum, and "The Ballad of Lost C'Mell" by Cordwainer Smith. Each of these stories is famous, thus familiar. But at the same time each is famous for good reason, and I was happy to reread them. Certainly there is no harm in reprinting them again.

But any anthology will hopefully also include some surprises. I had never before read Ward Moore's "Lot, " for example. This is a story of the first day of a Nuclear Holocaust, and as such it has a bit of a dated feel. But it's really a depiction of a character, the markedly unpleasant man who is, he believes, fully prepared for this disaster. We follow his actions, filtered through his self-satisfaction, as he brings his family towards "safety" in the back country. The protagonist bears a striking resemblance, in more than one way, to another unpleasant SF survivor of a Nuclear War, Hugh Farnham of Heinlein's Farnham's Freehold. "Lot" in itself is chilling enough, though no real plot resolution is reached. I don't think the story requires one, thought there was a sequel, and there was also a somewhat well-regarded movie based on the two stories: a Roger Corman production, directed by Ray Milland (who also played the lead):  Panic in Year Zero!, from 1962 . At any rate, thanks to Connie Willis for selecting it (and, I wonder, meditating upon influence, how much this story affected her "A Letter From the Clearys").

Another story that I hadn't encountered before, and which I really enjoyed, was Poul Anderson's choice, "Black Charlie" by Gordon R. Dickson. This is a story about the nature of art, a difficult but worthwhile subject. Dickson's protagonist is an experienced art buyer, and he is approached by a man on a backwoods planet, who has some sculptures by a member of that planet's indigenous alien race. The sculptures are worthless, in objective terms, but at long last the art buyer is pushed into understanding the history behind the sculptures, and the character of the alien who produced them. Does this knowledge in the viewer make them art? I don't know, but the story is indeed art.

The other selections are by and large fine stories as well. I felt that the second Kornbluth story ("The Only Thing We Learn," chosen by David Drake) was a bit obvious, and nowhere near the quality of his best work, and the pieces by Eric Frank Russell ("Diabologic") and Robert Sheckley ("Untouched by Human Hands") were also somewhat slight, to my taste. Again, both writers have certainly produced stories that belong in anthologies like this. And Norman Kagan's "The Mathenauts" (Greg Bear's choice), while full of fascinating ideas, doesn't really work as a story. But four merely minor stories out of a collection like this is no great weakness, especially as I'm sure the next reader will feel differently than I do.

One other quibble concerns the book's production values, in particular the copyediting. The book is riddled with typographical errors, most of the sort where the correct word is replaced by another word, such that a simple spellcheck won't catch the error. This is becoming sadly common these days, but even so there were far too many in this book.

These quibbles aside, any collection that includes the stories I've mentioned -- as well as "Common Time" by James Blish, Keith Laumer's early Bolo story "The Last Command," Barry Malzberg's meta-fictional "A Galaxy Called Rome," and Roger Zelazny's moving "The Engine at Heartspring's Center" -- is well worth the price.

SF Site Resurrection: The Desert of Souls, by Howard Andrew Jones

Howard Andrew Jones died a year ago, on January 16, 2025. He was only 56 (and could have passed for 36!) He was one of the undersung stars of the modern day sword and sorcery field -- a fantastic writer, a first-rate editor, an exceptional critic with tremendous knowledge of the fantasy field in general as well as key related genres -- adventure fiction and historical fiction in particular. He was also, hands down, one of the purely nicest people you could ever hope to meet, and I was honored by his friendship for the past couple of decades.

He wrote three primary series of sword and sorcery novels and stories -- the tales of Dabir and Asim, the Ring Sword Trilogy, and his series, ongoing at the time of his death, about Hanuvar, a fantasy analog to Hannibal. All of these are very entertaining, and his career, a bit of a slow burn commercially (he deserved much better) seemed to be taking off when he was taken from us. I haven't written enough about his work yet, but I did review his first novel for SF Site, and so it is my latest SF Site resurrection. (If only we could resurrect Howard!)

(As ever, I print the review essentially unchanged, so the comments about Howard date to 2011.)

SF Site Review: The Desert of Souls, by Howard Andrew Jones

a review by Rich Horton

Howard Andrew Jones has been publishing stories about the scholar Dabir and the soldier Asim -- sort of an 8th Century Arabian version of Holmes and Watson -- for several years now, in places like Black Gate and Jim Baen's Universe. These have been consistently very enjoyable. Jones is an expert on Sword and Sorcery and Adventure fiction -- he has edited books of Harold Lamb's stories, he was the founding editor of Flashing Swords magazine, and the longtime Managing Editor at Black Gate. And he proved early on that he could translate his knowledge of fantasy adventure stories into the real thing. The Desert of Souls is his first published novel. (I should add, in the interest of full disclosure, that Howard is an associate of mine, and a friend, because of our shared experience at Black Gate.)

As with all the Dabir and Asim stories, The Desert of Souls is told by Asim. It is not really an "origin story" for the duo, though it comes early in their career, before they truly became close associates. (The actual origin story, previously published in Black Gate as "Whispers from the Stone" is incorporated in the book as a tale told by Asim to a traveling company.) This story also serves as something of an explanation for Asim's later career as a chronicler -- as the book opens he is shown being rather dismissive of a poet in his Master's service, but for a variety of reasons, including a prophesy that he will take up the pen, he changes his attitude.

But what of the story, you say, the story! It's quite as good as any of us fans of Dabir and Asim might have hoped. The two are both members of the household of Jaffar, a prominent judge in Baghdad and an associate of the caliph. Asim is the Captain of Jaffar's guards, and Asim is the tutor to Jaffar's beautiful -- and very intelligent -- young niece, Sabirah. Attempting to raise Jaffar's spirits after the death of his beloved parrot, Dabir and Asim happen upon an escaping thief, and recover a valuable ancient door pull. Dabir soon realizes that the door pull is connected with the disappeared ancient city of Ubar, and that it might be put to terrible uses. And when it is stolen by a Greek visitor associated with Firouz, a fire wizard from a group with a (rather justified) grudge against the caliph, Dabir and Asim are sent on a journey to recover the door pull before Firouz can get to Ubar and put it to whatever fell purpose he has in mind.

Things are complicated when they find that Sabirah has stowed away on the ship in which they follow Firouz. Not only is this bad because Sabirah will be in harm's way, but because her student/teacher relationship with Dabir has already set tongues wagging, and this will only increase suspicions of impropriety. (Which in this culture means one is risking one's head.) But the mission to stop Firouz seems more urgent. Their journey is full of mundane problems like seasickness, traditional adventure problems like sea battles and sword fights, and imaginative magical concerns. (I particularly liked the worm they encounter in the title Desert of Souls.) Jones manages two climaxes without making the second seem an anticlimax, as there is first an encounter in Ubar, and then a final resolution in Baghdad.

Dabir's approach is unrelentingly rational -- which is not to say he denies the reality of magic. Asim's is plainer, reflecting his soldierly background, which can get him in trouble when he fails to perceive Dabir's intentions. Both characters are excellently realized. The story is primarily about the adventure plot: the need to catch Firouz and stop him. But there is also an effective ongoing thread about the personal lives of the two protagonists. Jones also manages to interweave triumph and failure -- the characters do not succeed completely, and there are real costs to their falling short. This is a very satisfying first novel, and I will certainly be looking for the promised sequel. In the meantime, I suggest that any readers who haven't yet encountered this duo by all means buy The Desert of Souls, and also seek out their appearances at shorter lengths.

Resuscitated Review: The Wooden Sea, by Jonathan Carroll

Here's another review I'm reposting after the demise of the outstanding old SF/F review site, SF Site. Note that for the most part I'm leaving these reviews unchanged. This was first published in 2001, when The Wooden Sea came out. My comments are from back then, and I've read more of Carroll's work since then, and the writer comparisons I make might seem out of date. So be it!

Review: The Wooden Sea, by Jonathan Carroll

by Rich Horton

The Wooden Sea is a fine new novel from a very interesting writer. I'm only slightly acquainted with the work of Jonathan Carroll: I've read one early novel (Bones of the Moon) and several short stories that have appeared in genre sources, such as "Uh-Oh City." Still, I had an idea what to expect: a contemporary setting, veering off into very strange territory at some time; an ordinary person, deeply in love, faced with an unexpected and unexplainable threat to those he loves; and fine writing with a mixture of almost goofy humour and wrenching tragedy. And that's what we get here. (Writers who come to mind as comparison points are William Browning Spencer, Jonathan Lethem, and Bradley Denton.)

The Wooden Sea is narrated by Frannie McCabe, the 47-year old police chief of a small town, Crane's View, New York. Frannie is on his second marriage, and he has a teenage stepdaughter. He is sometimes plagued by the town's collective memory: he was rather a juvenile delinquent as a youth, and, in high school, he dated the girl who is now the mayor; but by and large he seems respected and happy. One day he adopts, almost perforce, a sickly three-legged dog named Old Vertue -- within a few days the dog is dead, and Frannie's attempts to bury the dog seem to set in motion a series of increasingly surrealistic events.

The strangeness starts out small, as it were: the buried dog disappears, and needs to be reburied. The dog turns up again, sort of, in an Old Master painting. And a high school girl dies of an overdose, leaving behind a notebook with tantalizing hints that she too was involved in these strange events.

From this point things become very odd indeed. The novel involves trips both forward and backward in time. Frannie's 17-year old self becomes a major character, as does a sinister businessman from decades in the future. Frannie finds himself presented with an ultimatum -- figure out what he needs to do in a week, or else -- with almost no idea of what he is to figure out, or what the "else" is. And this is to say nothing of the gods and/or aliens.

In a way, this book might be called "Science Fiction Magical Realism": it uses Science Fictional imagery in ways reminiscent of how more usual "Magical Realism" uses Fantastical imagery. (This is a term I've also been tempted to apply to Bruce Sterling's Zeitgeist and M. John Harrison's Signs of Life, though I ought to emphasize that in most ways, these three novels are very different from each other.) On first reading, I had some difficulty with this: there's a temptation to make the book be about the Science Fictional events, and it really doesn't work that way. They don't end up making outward sense, and they aren't really properly resolved. But reading the book more as a mainstream (or, dare I say, slipstream) novel -- that is, as a story about the life of Francis McCabe -- works much better. We get a portrait of a believable man, a good man, and a happy man, facing a crisis from out of nowhere. The characters are very nicely done: Frannie, his younger self, his wife Magda and stepdaughter Pauline, his strange neighbour George Dalemwood. The action, for all its weirdness, is always interesting, though at times I felt a bit disconnected from things: at times things simply got too weird. The resolution is moving and bittersweet.

2025 Reading Summary

Here is a quick and dirty look at the books I read in 2025, and how they fit into various categories. To some extent, these categories simply track some of my personal interest: how many "classic" novels did I read, for example, or how many SF/Fantasy novels, or how many in the category of "Midcentury UK women writers", a group that interests me greatly. Some of these categories are more obvious: how many by women versus how many by men, how many translated novels did I read. I freely confess that I slotted these books into categories rather arbitrarily at times.

Here's the breakdowns first.

I read 91 books total. Magazine and invidudal short stories aren't counted, except for novellas published as separate books (including Dickens' five "holiday" novellas, though I counted that as only one book.) 37 books were by women -- about 40%, a bit of a comedown from last years' dead even split. (I blame that in part on reading 6 books by Anthony Trollope and 3 each by Charles Dickens and J. R. R. Tolkien -- if I just count authors the share of women goes up to 46%.) I've reviewed almost all of these book, either here at this blog, at my substack, or at Black Gate.

I read 8 novels in translation, 4 from the French, and one each from the Japanese, the Spanish, the Danish, and the Swedish.

27 books were Science Fiction, and 23 Fantasy. Eight of the SF books were from writers outside the genre, and three of the Fantasies. I read five crime or thriller novels, 14 that I would call "contemporary fiction" (essentially, books written after about 1925). There were 3 nonfiction books, and a rather low (for me) 3 in the category of "Old Popular Fiction" -- books from the late 19th century through the first couple or so decades of the 20th Century. Of the "contemporary" novels, seven were by midcentury UK women writers.

A lot of my reading was novellas -- the five Dickens stories, and quite a few SF/Fantasy stories, a total of at least 14, though a couple books I categorized differently were very short, such as André Breton's Nadja and Clara Reeve's The Old English Baron. 80 of the books were long fiction, novellas or novels, and there were 7 story collections plus one anthology. 10 of the novels I read were very long -- say 500 pages or maybe 175,000 words plus.

Following is the list of books I read, ordered alphabetically by author. More detailed comments on the best of them can be found here: My Best Books of 2025.

The Case of the Late Pig, by Margery Allingham

Hidden Folk, by Eleanor Arnason

Spring List, by Ralph Arnold 

Northanger Abbey, by Jane Austen

On the Calculation of Volume I, by Solvej Balle

The Early Worm, by Robert Benchley

The Tainted Cup, by Robert Jackson Bennett

A Drop of Corruption, by Robert Jackson Bennett

The Horse Without a Head, by Paul Berna

Tanner's Twelve Swingers, by Lawrence Block

The Death of the Heart, by Elizabeth Bowen

A Royal Pain, by Rhys Bowen

Rowany de Vere and a Fair Degree of Frost, by Chaz Brenchley

Nadja, by André Breton

Belinda, by Rhoda Broughton 

Evelina, by Frances Burney

Rakesfall, by Vajra Chandrasekera

Saint Death's Herald, by C. S. E. Cooney

Starhiker, by Jack Dann

The Artistry of Magic, by Helen De Cruz

The Tents of Wickedness, by Peter De Vries 

Some Trick, by Helen DeWitt

Martin Chuzzlewit, by Charles Dickens 

A Christmas Carol and Other Holiday Treasures, by Charles Dickens

Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens

The Three Musketeers, by Alexandre Dumas

The River Has Roots, by Amal El-Mohtar

Euphoria Days, by Pilar Fraile 

Treacle Walker, by Alan Garner

The Love of Monsieur, by George Gibbs

The River, by Rumer Godden

In This House of Brede, by Rumer Godden

Annie Bot, by Sierra Greer

The Forever War, by Joe Haldeman

I Who Have Never Known Men, by Jacqueline Harpman

Den of Thieves, by Daniel Hatch

A Mourning Coat, by Alex Jeffers

A Sorceress Comes to Call, by T. Kingfisher

Space Trucker Jess, by Matthew Kressel

Lies and Weddings, by Kevin Kwan 

The Book of the Night, by Rhoda Lerman

Radiomen, by Eleanor Lerman

In Memoriam: A Novel of the Terran Diaspora, by Fred Lerner

This Shape We're In, by Jonathan Lethem

The Brothers Lionheart, by Astrid Lindgren

Changing Places, by David Lodge

Dragonflight, by Anne McCaffrey

Metallic Realms, by Lincoln Michel

Black Swan Green, by David Mitchell

The Adventures of Mary Darling, by Pat Murphy

Where the Axe is Buried, by Ray Nayler

Collisions, by Alec Nevala-Lee

The Ante-Room, by Kate O'Brien

The Blighted Stars, by Megan O'Keefe

Miss Marjoribanks, by Margaret Oliphant

A Ladder of Swords, by Gilbert Parker

Haunt Sweet Home, by Sarah Pinsker

Major Arcana, by John Pistelli

Bewilderment, by Richard Powers

Inverted World, by Christopher Priest

The Old English Baron, by Clara Reeve

On Strike Against God, by Joanna Russ

The Female Man, by Joanna Russ

The Gipsy in the Parlour, by Margery Sharp

Up the Line, by Robert Silverberg 

The New Atlantis, edited by Robert Silverberg

Cahokia Jazz, by Francis Spufford 

The English Air, by D. E. Stevenson

The Sleep of Reason, by Michael Swanwick

Naomi, by Junichiro Tanizaki

Angel, by Elizabeth Taylor

Alien Clay, by Adrian Tchaikovsky

Service Model, by Adrian Tchaikovsky

The Fellowship of the Ring, by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Two Towers, by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Perilous Realm, by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Wings of the Morning, by Louis Tracy

The Small House at Allington, by Anthony Trollope 

The Last Chronicle of Barset, by Anthony Trollope

Phineas Finn, by Anthony Trollope

The Eustace Diamonds, by Anthony Trollope

Miss Mackenzie, by Anthony Trollope

The Fixed Period, by Anthony Trollope

The Curious Case of the Somnambulist and the Psychic Thief, by Lisa Tuttle 

The Feathered Serpent, by Edgar Wallace

The Children of Llyr, by Evangeline Walton

The Elfland Prepositions, by Henry Wessells

A Philosophy of Thieves, by Fran Wilde

Someone You Can Build a Nest In, by John Wiswell

Endangered Species, by Gene Wolfe

Space Ships! Ray Guns! Martian Octopods!, edited by Richard Wolinsky

Reclaimed SF Site Review: Deep Secret, by Diana Wynne Jones

Here's another review I did for the late great science fiction site SF Site, which gave me a huge leg up in my book reviewing career. This was one of my earlier reviews for them, from 1999, when Tor published the first US edition of Deep Secret, which first appeared in the UK in 1997. The review is as it appeared then, reflecting my relative newness back then to her work, and failing to note that she died in 2011 after a remarkable career.

Seldom recently have I simply enjoyed reading a book as much as I enjoyed Diana Wynne Jones' Deep Secret. Jones employs a mixture of engaging characters, interesting fantasy concepts, and a light touch with serious undertones, to create a novel that is infectious and absorbing. This is not new with her: I just discovered her work last year, and the YA novels Howl's Moving Castle and Charmed Life (which has certain similarities to Deep Secret) affected me in similar ways. Deep Secret, I should say, was marketed in the US as an adult novel, although I would imagine it would be appreciated by younger readers. (And to be sure, Jones' YA novels are certainly good fare for adults, and I have seen Deep Secret called YA anyway.)

Right from the beginning we know something is up, as narrator Rupert Venables is called away to the Koryfonic Empire, to give his stamp of approval as a Magid to a legal proceeding there. Koryfonic Empire? Magid? We are told that the Multiverse consists of worlds arranged in a sort of infinity figure, with one half (including Earth), negative magically (this is the Naywards half). These worlds tend not to believe in magic, and magic is harder to do there. The other (Ayewards) half are positive magically: for instance, creatures such as centaurs can exist there. The Koryfonic Empire is very important, as it occupies the exact middle of the infinity sign. And Magids are a variety of wizard, with the duty to subtly influence events on whatever worlds they are responsible for in the appropriate direction. Rupert is Earth's junior Magid, and he is fresh from helping out in Yugoslavia and Northern Ireland, when he gets sent to the Empire.

Rupert is soon engaged in two succession problems. His mentor has died, and he must select a new Magid from among several human candidates. In addition, the Koryfonic Emperor is assassinated, and Rupert has to try to track down the proper heir -- a process complicated by the previous Emperor's paranoia, which caused him to hide away his heirs so they wouldn't try to take over before their time. Even so, Rupert has an unexpectedly hard time tracking down the various Magid candidates. Even the young Englishwoman, Maree Mallory, who should be easy to find, is surprisingly difficult to get in touch with. And when Rupert finally does meet her, he doesn't like her at all, and crosses her off his list.

An alternate narrative path starts to follow Maree, which ought to be a clue to any reader that Rupert may have a harder time avoiding her in the long run than he thinks. Maree's father has cancer, and she's gone to live with her Uncle, a fantasy writer. But her Aunt and she don't get along at all. Plus her boyfriend has dumped her, which complicates her veterinary studies. (He's another student.) And then she gets these annoying letters from Rupert...

Rupert finally decides to weave a spell (a working) to bring the various candidates (except Maree, whom he thinks he's already rejected) together, where he can find and interview them. The real world result of this is that they are all brought to a Science Fiction convention. (It seems to be an Eastercon, actually.) A convention at which (you guessed it), Maree's uncle is to be Guest-of-Honour.

As we should expect, the convention, the interviewing of the Magid candidates, and the question of the Koryfonic succession are all intertwined. Much of the action is superficially light in tone, including some funny bits involving the difficulty of navigating the hotel's corridors. But at the same time the concerns are deadly serious, and Jones doesn't cheat us there: real mistakes are made, people are really hurt and killed. So it's not just a light-hearted romp, and though it's often funny, Deep Secret is not a comedy.

What it is, is a thoroughly involving book. Jones is one of those natural storytellers: her books compel reading. The characters are real, and very likable. The plot is exciting, and resolved logically. The magical system is lightly sketched, but what we see is interesting and well drawn. The resolution is largely what we expect, but it also involves satisfying surprises. This book kept me up late at night, and made me eager for each chance to read another chapter.

It's not perfect: the overall setup, although interesting, is a bit strained, and a bit too lightly sketched, which reduced the immediacy of some of the events. And structurally there is a slight burp: the book ends, more or less, followed by an odd sort of coda, which fills us in on an earlier event that was missed in the main narrative. But Jones finds a way to round up that coda nicely, without causing too muffled an end to things. And I came away from this book a satisfied customer. Highly recommended. And hopefully, the publication of this novel in the United States is a harbinger of more Diana Wynne Jones to come, since her earlier works are not so easy to find in the New World.

Rescued Review: Uncle Bones, by Damien Broderick

Here is another review I first wrote for SF Site, back in 2010. With the demise of SF Site, I am slowly reprinting some of those reviews at this blog.

Uncle Bones, by Damien Broderick

a review by Rich Horton

Damien Broderick died this past April, three days shy of his 81st birthday. He was born in Melbourne, and late in his life lived for some time in Texas and for a couple of years in Portugal. He had an impressive career, as novelist, short story writer, editor, anthologist, and writer of popular science, that lasted over 50 years. I corresponded with him extensively for about a quarter century, and though we only met once in person I considered him a friend.

Broderick gained admiring attention for novels like The Dreaming Dragons (revised as The Dreaming), The Judas Mandala, and The White Abacus; and for nonfiction like The Spike. But to my mind he never received quite the notice, at least in the US, that he deserved. In 2009 he made a rather dramatic return to short fiction with a series of outstanding stories, mostly in Asimov's. In that year he published this book, Uncle Bones, which collected four novellas, one from both the beginning of his career but newly revised, another from 2009, and two from the early 80s, a particularly productive period for Broderick.

The title story was the first to appear in his late flood of new work. "Uncle Bones" is arguably a Young Adult story, and also a zombie story as well as pure Science Fiction: not at all the tiresome cliché zombie stuff we see altogether too much of these days. Jim lives with his mother and his uncle, but his uncle is dead. However, he has been reanimated by nanotechnology: he was lucky enough -- for certain values of "lucky" -- to get an experimental and not wholly successful treatment. Side effects include a terrible smell and flaky skin and worse. Jim knows another "Stinky," the sister of one of his friends. He's not sure what to think about the whole thing, but when it seems his Uncle might be involved in something shady, he tries to find out what's going on, with unfortunate results. It's an enjoyable story, if just a bit predictable and perhaps too convenient in its resolution.

The other new story is actually a very old one, though it appears in this book for the first time in this form. "A Game of Stars and Souls" is an expanded version of his first story, which appeared as "The Sea's Furthest End" in the first of John Carnell's famous UK original anthology series New Writings in SF, way back in 1964. (Broderick was just a kid at the time.) It was much expanded, with a contemporary subplot added, as a YA novel in 1993, also called The Sea's Furthest End. "A Game of Stars and Souls" extracts from the novel the expanded version of the original story, with some revisions: a 40,000 word novella, pure wild space opera, reminiscent (to me) of Charles Harness. (Though Broderick, in his afterword, cites Friedrich Schiller's Don Carlos as his inspiration.) The story deals with the evil Galactic Emperor Jagannatha, in what seems to be the very far future. He has arranged for his weak son Chakravalin to marry Adriel Corydon, the beautiful daughter of the leader of an independent planet. Adriel has been genetically altered to be very beautiful, very smart, and to be able to control the emotions of others. She and Chakravalin fall in love, which is the plan, in order to motivate Jagannatha to spare Adriel's planet. But Jagannatha lusts after Adriel, and steals her from his son. Which sets in motion his son's rebellion... Tied in with this is a mysterious alien race, resident in the Singularity at the heart of the Galaxy, which has its own mystical motivations. It's not Broderick's best work, but it's fun and highly imaginative.

The best two stories are those from the 1980s. "The Ballad of Bowsprit Bear's Stead" appeared in 1980 in Ursula K. Le Guin and Virginia Kidd's original anthology Edges. (Le Guin is not thought of as an anthologist, but she and Kidd edited two impressive books around that time: Edges and Interfaces.) This is a bravura performance, spectacularly written and stuffed with SFnal ideas. The title character is an historian from the future, and an Ainu, sent back in time to observe the fall of the "Old Galactics," an empire of Neanderthals. It's often provocative -- incest is a major theme, for instance, and so is personal hygiene, and so is genocide. (Neither the Ainu depicted here nor the Neanderthals have attitudes much in sympathy with 21st Century Western attitudes.) As I mentioned, the writing is arresting, often quite funny (as with the depiction of the Emperor's robots, modelled on Karl Marx and Adam Smith), sometimes punny, sometimes bawdy. I think it rather a discovery.

The other piece may be somewhat better known, but even so I don't think it has got quite the recognition it deserves. This is "The Magi," from Alan Ryan's 1982 anthology of religious SF, Perpetual Light. Broderick has said of this story: "Arguably the best story I ever wrote, and maybe the one I'll be remembered for, if I'm remembered for anything." Here Father Raphael Silverman, born a Jew, now a Jesuit, discovers a mysteriously beautiful but empty city on a distant planet. Meanwhile he is wracked by guilt, some of it survival guilt -- his family are all dead, mostly as a result of Greater Islam invading Israel, and some of it related to a shocking discovery he made on a rescue mission to the first human starship. The story is in dialogue with a much more famous SF story about a Jesuit, Arthur C. Clarke's "The Star," and the closing revelation about the aliens who abandoned the city Silverman discovers is lovely.

Review: A Christmas Carol and Other Holiday Treasures, by Charles Dickens

Review: A Christmas Carol and Other Holiday Treasures, by Charles Dickens

by Rich Horton

Charles Dickens wrote five novellas, of almost equal length (about 30,000 words) in the 1840s. The most famous of these by far is of course A Christmas Carol (1843). It was followed, one a year except 1847, by The Chimes, The Cricket on the Hearth, The Battle of Life, and The Haunted Man. Each novella was published as a slim illustrated book, the first two by Chapman and Hall, the latter three by Bradbury and Evans. The illustrators were a varied lot, often several to a given volume. (The most famous of them might be John Tenniel and Edwin Landseer.) 

I read A Christmas Carol first in my teens, and have reread it since plus seen many film and TV adaptations. (My personal favorite is The Muppet Christmas Carol, with Michael Caine as Scrooge, though many of the others are very good too, perhaps especially the Alastair Sim movie from 1951.) I had never read any of the other novellas, however, and so I went looking for them. But I found that most of the collections I saw were confusingly assembled. Some included only a couple of the novellas besides A Christmas Carol; others included some of Dickens' other Christmas writings, such as extracts from The Pickwick Papers, or other shorter stories Dickens wrote about the season -- "The Holly-Tree" and "A Christmas Tree" seem the most famous of those. I was feeling stubborn: I felt like there ought to be a collection of the main five holiday novellas! (Though, mind you, I do plan eventually to read some of these other stories!) So I gave up for a while and then by happenstance ran across a book called A Christmas Carol and Other Holiday Treasures, in a Half-Price Books. It was very reasonably priced, and attractive enough, so I bought it.

This book is published by Canterbury Classics, located in San Diego, though the book itself was
produced in China. It is part of a series of reprints called "Word Cloud Classics". As I said above, it's not bad looking -- bound in green faux leather, with the title embossed in red on the cover, and a number of quotes in smaller print (presumably the "Word Cloud"). It is barely edited at all -- there are a number of minor typographical errors throughout, and the introduction consists of a single page very briefly recounting the publishing history of these stories. But it does reproduce exactly the five "holiday" novellas I was looking for, in the order they were first published.

I read the book on purpose just as Christmas was approaching. It turns out, however, that the only story truly "about" Christmas is A Christmas Carol. The Chimes is about the New Year, quite explicitly. The Cricket on the Hearth is not really a holiday story at all, and neither is The Battle of Life, though one scene is set at Christmas. And The Haunted Man is indeed set at Christmas, but the story doesn't really concern that holiday, except that the winter setting and the proximity of the new year are important.

Thomas Parker told me that the Christmas novellas, while all worth reading, are each worse than their predecessor, and I'd agree that that's roughly true, though I think I'd rank The Cricket on the Hearth ahead of The Chimes, and The Haunted Man ahead of The Battle of Life. One thing the stories do have in common, save The Battle of Life, is the central importance of ghosts, fairies, or goblins to the plot, and a theme of regret for mistakes made in one's past, tied to a deep concern for the plight of poor people.

I'll very briefly discuss each story. I don't actually think I need say much about A Christmas Carol. It is subtitled "In Prose, being a Ghost Story of Christmas". It obviously deserves its enduring popularity. I won't bother to summarize the plot -- everyone knows it, I trust -- I'll only say that it's written with Dickens' customary exuberance, and his customary (but generally earned) sentimentality. It's a delight to read, its message is powerful, and its effects are affecting. It survives very well its adaptations, even those that make twists on the story, such as the Bill Murray vehicle Scrooged! I'd recommend anyone who hasn't read the original story to be sure to do so -- but don't be ashamed to have enjoyed the films!

The Chimes, subtitled "A Goblin Story of Some Bells that Rang an Old Year Out and a New Year In", centers on a very poor man name "Trotty" Veck, who works near an old church with great chimes that ring out periodically. Trotty's daughter Meg is ready to marry her similarly poor fiancé Richard. Trotty meets Will Fern, a man from the country charged with vagrancy, even as he cares for his young niece.. And despite his sympathy for his daughter's poverty, and for Will Fern's even more desperate straits (and political fervor), he begins to be affected by the lectures he gets from the sanctimonious Alderman Cute, who is certain that poor people are responsible for their misfortunes, and the hypocritical MP Joseph Bowley, who eagerly dispenses charity, but with conditions. Trotty climbs into the belltower and falls, and as the chimes ring out, he is transported to the future, and as a ghost sees the fate of Meg, convinced by arguments that she should not marry Richard because they are poor, and the fates of Will and his niece. The resolution -- as the New Year arrives heralded by the chimes -- is hopeful, much as with A Christmas Carol, as Trotty's vision of the future allows him to help.

A Cricket on the Hearth seems to be the best-known of these novellas besides A Christmas Carol. It is subtitled "A Fairytale of Home". (Vladimir Lenin reportedly hated it, which I'll take as a recommendation.) The title comes from John Milton's poem "Il Penseroso", and reflects a legend that to a cricket chirping on your hearth was good luck. (It is somewhat annoying to try to search for the source of Dickens' title and have AI and such confidently tell you it's from a Charles Dickens novella!)

The story is about John Peerybingle, a steady and hardworking carrier, but not learned, who has a very pretty but much younger wife, Dot. They have a child, and employ a rather silly nurse, Tilly. They are poor but not desperately so, and seem quite happy. One of their friends is Caleb Plummer, a talented but very poor toymaker, whose daughter Bertha is blind. Caleb's son Edward had been going to marry Dot's school friend May, but Edmund had gone to South America and not return, presumed dead. The miserly owner of the toy company where Caleb works now wishes to marry May, and her mother insists she do so. Meanwhile a strange elderly man comes and asks to stay with the Peerybingles. Dot eagerly allows him to stay, somewhat to John's surprise, and later distress, when he notices a young man (the elderly man out of his diguise) spending time with Dot. John gets very angry, but, influenced by the cricket on their hearth, refrains from violence and vows to set Dot free to be with a younger man if she so wishes. There is a secret here, of course, and one soon resolved to most everyone's satisfaction. It's a fine story, enlivened by the comic antics of Tilly, and the moving care Caleb Plummer gives to his Bertha, including describing their poor dwelling as a place of luxury.

The Battle of Life is simply subtitled "A Love Story". It's set in a small village built upon the site of a centuries past battle -- a ground once thought haunted, though now that old battle has passed out of memory. Grace and Marion are the daughters of Doctor Jeddler, who thinks the whole of life a joke. The older sister, Grace, is very solicitous of her pretty younger sister, regarding her as almost a daughter (their mother is dead.) And Grace believes that Marion loves a young man named Alfred, and she has determined that they will marry. But the reader perceives immediately that Marion is not so enthusiastic. Alfred does feel for Marion, but first he will spend a couple of years studying in France, hoping to marry her upon his return. But when he does return, Marion suddenly vanishes, at the same time as Michael Warden, a dissolute young man who has run through his inheritance and must flee England. The mystery of Marion's actions is explained several years later, when Michael Warden returns, his debts have been worked off, but without Marion. I'll leave the revelation for the reader to find, but I will say that I found the conclusion, though the general outline of it was easy to see in advance, a bit disappointingly handled in detail.

The best parts of The Battle of Life involve a few secondary characters: Doctor Jeddler's servants Mr. Britain and Clemency Newcome; and the local lawyers, Snitchey and Craggs, along with their wives. All are generally good people*, and very amusingly depicted, in the best Dickensian fashion. Unfortunately the plot of the story is a bit too routinely worked out. (*Of course the lawyers are Dickensian lawyers, so they have their shortcomings, but they are overall pretty honest.)

The Haunted Man's full title is The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain. (Some sources give "A Fancy for Christmas-Time" as the subtitle, and that does appear to have been the case in the 1849 Harper Brothers edition. It's not clear to me that that subtitle was included in the English first edition.) The title character is Mr. Redlaw, a highly-respected Chemist and a sort of professor of his science. But he's an old and rather bitter man, due to having lost the woman he loved to a fellow student back in their college days. A ghost shows up -- apparently a spirit formed somehow from the Chemist's bitterness -- and offers him a bargain -- he can have the memory of all the ills done him removed, which should make him less bitter. But if he does so, anyone he touches will also have those memories removed. The Chemist accepts, and begins wandering the town, soon accompanied by an almost savage young child. He encounters his servant William Swidger, Mr. Swidger's father Philip, and William's wife Millie ("Mrs. William"), plus William's brother George, who is about to die after a life of ruin. One of Mr. Redwall's students, Mr. Denham, has abandoned his studies, and has taken ill. He's staying at the house of Mr. Tetterby, a not very successful newspaper seller who has several children. Millie is nursing Mr. Denham. But on each of these people (except Millie) meeting Mr. Redwall, they lose their memory of past troubles -- and somehow this makes their present situation seem worse, and they treat their fellows harshly. Mr. Redwall realizes what a plague he has become, and begs for a cure ... The moral is simple -- that our memory of ills as well as joys is important to deal with. As with so much Dickens, including other stories in this collection, the plight of the poorest people, especially children, is also highlighted.

I'm glad to have read this collection -- it's Dickens, so it can hardly be a waste of time. As noted, none of this stories besides A Christmas Carol is truly Dickens at his best, but all have their good points.