Jealous of Couch2Moon’s ability to participate in the
discussions surrounding 2014’s new releases and subsequent award ballots, I
vowed at the beginning of 2015 I would significantly up the number of new books
I read published in the year. I haggled with publishers (not
as easy as one might think), gleaned NetGalley (a poorer and poorer prospect
each month), and ultimately scraped the deep folds of my wallet more than a few
times staying ‘up to date.’ But I did it—at
least as much as can reasonably be done in this age of ubiquitous publishing. Perhaps in another post I’ll record my
thoughts on the experience (it is, after all, very different than the
relaxed, world-is-my-oyster view to the thousands of reading possibilities available
from the past century), but for the moment will suffice at briefly summarizing
the books of genre interest published in 2015 that I read.
If my rating system is any indication, there were no
masterpieces produced in 2015, but there were some near misses. A tie, I’m picking Anne Charnock’s Sleeping Embers of an Ordinary Mind and
Kim Stanley Robinson’s Aurora as
2015’s best. Polar opposites in many
ways, they nevertheless stood out, and certainly are worthy of representing
genre in the larger arena. Honorable
mentions include: Carolyn Ives Gilman’s Dark
Orbit, James Morrow’s Galapagos
Regained, Ken Liu’s The Grace of
Kings, Chris Beckett’s Mother of Eden,
Oliver Langmead’s Dark Star,
Elizabeth Hand’s Wylding Hall, and
Robert Charles Wilson’s The Affinities. Below find a breakdown of all twenty-eight 2015
releases I read, by rating.
But before going there, I should note there were several books
I didn’t read for one reason or another, but believe they have a very good
chance of making it high on the list.
This includes Ian Macleod’s Frost
on Glass, Ian McDonald’s Luna
(waiting for the other half of the duology to be published before reading),
Catherynne Valente’s Radiance (no
excuses for not reading), Martin Millar’s The
Goddess of Buttercups and Daisies (damn expensive Subterranean), James
Bradley’s Clade (damn books published
only in Australia), Tricia Sullivan’s Occupy
Me (no excuses), and the books Nina
Allan is recommending as year’s best (which I’d never heard of until her
post). Hopefully I’ll get a chance to
read these books, and as I do, add them to the list. Perhaps there is a masterpiece hiding among
them?
Novels
4.5 ****************************
Sleeping
Embers of an Ordinary Mind by Anne Charnock – As delicate as its
title, Charnock’s second novel explores internalized and externalized art from across
a temporal spectrum of gendered perspectives.
Where much of contemporary genre seems bent on slapping the reader in
the face with over-the-top gender assumptions and inversions, Charnock plays
her cards in literary (read: sublime) fashion.
Part historical fiction, part mimetic, and part near-future
extrapolation, this is a book that will probably not get much attention—shunned
by those looking for fast action and familiar plot lines—but definitely should
be looked at by people interested in the intelligent side of sf.
Aurora
by Kim Stanley Robinson – A novel that received a lot of attention in 2015,
the praise is deserved. Considered by
some his best ever (I think at least on par with Blue Mars), this story of a failed generation starship is, for all that
it’s set in space, a re-contextualization of science fiction’s tendency to
focus on the hope getting to the stars offers.
There are a number of points that stimulate the participant reader, and
a strong, increasingly pertinent agenda at its heart.
4.0 **************************
Galapagos
Regained by James Morrow – Something of a return for Morrow, he
shows the literary scalpel still glitters.
Galapagos Regained is a
superbly satirical examination of Darwin’s evolutionary theory that takes a
young woman around the world on a picaresque adventure to decide the value of
religion in the face of science.
Mother
of Eden by Chris Beckett – Sequel to the successful Dark Eden, Mother doesn’t quite meet the same standard but comes close. Wisely exploring new areas and themes available
on the Christmas tree planet Eden rather than rehashing old material, there can
be no denying the importance of its message, however.
Dark
Star by Oliver Langmead – Beautifully visualized cybernoir written
in epic verse (yes, epic verse), Langmead’s story does not plumb new depths
story-wise but explodes with color and vitality in presentation. A very different, wonderful read—Unsung Stories publishes extremely
few novels, but what they do publish is worthwhile.
Wylding
Hall by Elizabeth Hand – After a few years break, Hand is back with
an amazing story of a Robert Johnson deal with the devil done in rural England
that involves a folk band with an unnaturally talented guitarist. Hand’s crisp style effortlessly cycling
through the VH1 Storyteller’s
narrative structure, she proves she’s back in the groove after a couple year
absence from the novel scene.
The
Grace of Kings by Ken Liu – After more than a decade of only short
fiction, 2015 saw Ken Liu’s first novel.
The dam apparently was ready to burst; it’s a big one. Revisioning the canonical Chinese novel Romance
of the Three Kingdoms for the contemporary era, Liu creates a high
fantasy world and pits two brothers against one another in an attempt to
transcend the most absurd of male heroism.
The
Affinities by Robert Charles Wilson – Looking at human social
networks from an entirely new perspective, Wilson’s novel, like Robinson’s, may
be his best ever. Plot is a touch thin,
but the premise is so richly developed that it supersedes the story and forces
the reader to ask some very big questions about the connections between
relationships, and their inherent importance.
Dark Orbit by Carolyn Ives Gilman – No pun intended, Gilman’s
novel is something of a dark horse.
Released about the same time as Stephenson and Robinson’s highly
publicized novels, it seems to have gone overlooked. A brooding, introspective work with more than
one layer, it’s a novel whose import blossoms with time rather than immediatey after turning the last page. About two women, one who gets lost in an
alien culture and the other assigned to track her, Gilman tackles many gender
and cultural issues from the same perspective as Tiptree Jr., but with less anxiety - rounder edges, as it were.
3.5 ************************
Europe
at Midnight by Dave Hutchinson – Follow up to 2014’s Europe
in Autumn, Hutchinson is another perspective on his post-EU Europe. The setting remains the same, but new places
are explored as a pocket universe is discovered. Autumn
remaining the better novel, Hutchinson nevertheless takes his concept in an entertaining
direction.
3.0 **********************
The
Stars Seem So Far Away by Margret Helgadottir – While the author
questioned my labeling the book YA, I stick by the evidence. Low assumptions made of reader intelligence;
romance revolves around covert glances and stomach butterflies; story and its
contributing elements are presented in simple-simple terms; and the majority of
protags are teenagers with relative concerns.
Despite the maudlin approach, the braided story structure works well and
the prose is clean. I’m sure others find the story engaging even if I didn’t,
hence the middling rating.
The
Water Knife by Paolo Bacigalupi – This novel is for me the point at
which Bacigalupi’s formula for writing became monotonous. Create as dreary a scenario as possible and
put good people through its wringer in contrived fashion, all toward
elucidating some grand environmental message.
We’ve seen nearly this exact formula in every novel since The Windup Girl. In terms of delivering this formula, The Water Knife may be Bacigalupi’s most
accomplished attempt. Also, there is
some backhanded constructive criticism, and he does choose to close the novel
on a subtle note. Nevertheless, the
hammer of grimdark sci-fi falls so hard as to knock the novel out of reality—and reality is precisely what the
novel needed to be relevant.
Glow
by Ned Beauman – For lovers of exuberant prose (e.g. Paul Di Filippo, Michael
Chabon, Nick Harkaway, or David Mitchell), Beauman’s third novel is an attempt
at obtuse cyberpunk that is indeed linguistically fun, but plot-wise perhaps
tries to be too clever. About a young
man’s pursuit of the perfect drug, he’s taken high on a chain of corporate
conspiracies (and confuscations).
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson – Stephenson has taken full
advantage of his popularity to expand his oeuvre in directions he wants. This is to be commended. In Seveneves’
case, however, he expanded into masturbatory tech land, and as a result created
a narrative which assigns technical details significantly more weight than all
other aspects of the book. Undoubtedly
entertaining, but overdone.
2.5 ********************
Pelquin's
Comet by Ian Whates – Very standard space opera fair; Whates knows
exactly what he’s writing, and produces another specimen. For what it is, it’s fun, it’s just not an
ambitious work.
Signal
to Noise by Silvia Moreno-Garcia – Stereotype victim, Moreno-Garcia
attempted to write an adult story of real people dealing with real problems,
but due to her insistence on using stereotypical characters and scenes, failed
to fulfill its potential.
2.0 ******************
The Galaxy Game by Karen Lord – This is a novel which has words
printed on the page but which fail to penetrate the mind. Dry as a desert (an appropriately dull simile),
The Galaxy Game does little to entice
the reader to continue reading, and as a result is a flat, uninspiring read—so
uninspiring I couldn’t conjure a review.
Lena’s
Nest by Rosalie Warren – A very naïve book, this story of a woman
awaking in the future and forced to come to terms with the fact she is a
virtual existence living inside a computer had a lot of potential. First time author Warren, however, couldn’t
capitalize, and as a result the reader is left with a fairly melodramatic story
that indicates the cyberpunks—Pat Cadigan, for example—did this sort of thing
better.
1.5 ****************
The Builders by Daniel
Polansky – Juvenile fiction in the negative sense, this tale of
anthropomorphized forest animals attempting Godfather-esque
revenge is bare bones material at best.
Twelve
Kings of Sharakhai by Bradley Beaulieu – Perfunctorily enough
written, Beaulieu’s novel is nevertheless more commercial product than
art. Clinging to the coattails of more
original writers, the story is formulaic sex/violence in an epic fantasy world
that one can almost feel being written to appease the market gods.
Collections/Anthologies
4.0 **************************
The
Feminine Future ed. by Mike Ashley – Perhaps my biggest and most
pleasant reading surprise of the year, this anthology of stories by women
culled from late 19th and early 20th century magazines and journals succeeds
in so many ways I thought it wouldn’t.
My negative expectation not gender related, it was the time period which
had me dreading the prospect (oh no, more
pulp…). This is what made the
political awareness of the stories, several with gender-bending twists waaaaaay
ahead of their time, such a pleasant surprise.
3.5 ************************
Sleeps
with Angels by Dave Hutchinson - Essentially Hutchinson’s collected
fiction and best-of all in one, this collection brings together almost all the
author’s short fiction to date. Each story
subtle, singular, and polished, Hutchinson’s is a quiet name, but one worth
more than the attention it receives.
Meeting
Infinity ed. by Jonathan Strahan – The best of the Strahan’s
Infinity series to date, he set the theme as ‘future shock’ and lets some
well-known and some lesser-known names have their take on the subject. I wouldn't be surprised if any number of these stories receive wider recognition in 2016.
3.0 **********************
The
Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year: Volume 9 ed. by Jonathan
Strahan – Where Strahan expounds upon the multi-cultural state of sf&f
short fiction in the introduction, the stories he actually anthologizes are
anything but. Three-quarters of the
authors making repeat appearances from previous of his best-ofs, only a tiny
amount hold the international/multi-cultural label. But looking at the actual stories, even they
were sometimes lackluster. Certainly Ken
Liu’s “The Long Haul,” Rachel Swirsky’s “Grand Jete,” Caitlin Kiernan’s
“Interstate Love Song (Murder Ballad No.8)”, Kai Ashante Wilson’s “The Devil in
America,” and Usman T. Malik’s “The Vaporization Enthalpy of a Peculiar
Pakistani Family” are praise worthy, but overall 2014 was not as good a year as
2006 or 2008 were, for example.
Hannu
Rajaniemi: Collected Fiction – Despite containing some fresh, visually
impacting stories, Tachyon rushed this one out to soon, and with a poor
title. Rajaniemi’s oeuvre simply not
ready to be ‘collected,’ waiting a few more years for a solid selection of
ten-twelve stories to appear would have produced higher quality fiction, not to
mention offered the chance to reconsider the title. As it stands, we get everything, from a
couple really good to a few unpublished (i.e. back drawer) shorts from an
author who has yet to fully establish himself.
Saint
Rebor by Adam Roberts – Roberts’ third collection brings together eleven
stories: five previously published in magazines and elsewhere, and seven
original to the collection. From
Liberace to SETI, robots to gene control, Roberts pushes a lot of interesting
genre buttons, all from his unique perspective.
Adam Robots the superior
Roberts’ collection, Saint Rebor
contains a couple of gems, and likewise a couple one-offs that may not have
found the light of day elsewhere.
2.5 ********************
Old Venus ed. by Gardner Dozois & George R.R. Martin – More
lets-dredge-the-retro-pits-for-modern-pulp, Old
Venus conscripts modern mainstream writers to produce imitation pulp in
honor of the Golden Age’s fascination with the green planet. A monotonous anthology (here we go, more steamy jungles, more froggy aliens, more
revolutions/slave uprisings, more…) is no more engaging than the stories
they are attempting to pay homage to.
There are a couple of exceptions (aren’t there always), but all in all
an anthology too homogenous for its own well being (but sure to be snapped up
by Hugo lovers world-wide). I have a
feeling Catherynne Valente’s Radiance
revisits Venus in more stimulating fashion.
1.5 ****************
The Best of Kate Elliot by Kate Elliot– To be open, I read only
about a third of the stories in this collection before the poorness of the
writing disengaged me from the ideas it was attempting to communicate. I
wrote a review detailing the poorness of the writing in one of the stories,
here.
Now I'm jealous. Wow, you hit 2015 hard! Having only read one, two, three, THREE 2015 novels, mwahahaha... (and two novellas), I'm with you on Aurora. You and Nina Allan have already convinced me of Charnock, so she's officially on the list, as is Oliver Langmead, which I had to fight myself to put down after just skimming the first page. Your positive recommendation of Morrow from earlier last year (and because I enjoyed Towing Jehovah) has also convinced me to check out Galapagos Regained. And Gilman popped up on my radar because of Ian Sales.
ReplyDeleteEven though I've read only a few 2015s, I have much to say about them. Lots of thoughts. I've halfway convinced myself to post full reviews, but we'll see...
I rated Europe at Midnight higher than you did, although I know exactly the reasoning for your lower rating and it almost disappointed me, too. Autumn is more beautifully written; the narrative distance for those rich metaphors and that incisive characterization is missing in Midnight. Being primarily a first-person double-agent novel with a Dickian reality-twist, though, I don't know if Midnight could bear the weight of Autumn's prose. (Also, it was probably written more quickly than the first one.) However, I was ultimately more entertained and provoked by the ideas in Midnight and ended up viewing it as the more important of the two novels... in fact, I partly think Midnight should be read before Autumn, though it would ruin Autumn's ending (sort of, maybe, who cares?). I am also tempted to mail copies to all of my old professors, just because they would get a kick out of the Campus.
I love this rundown of the 2015s you've read! It's always fun to compare thoughts!
I think I now understand why you read so many 2014 releases (in 2014) but fewer 2015 releases. Keeping up with the cult of the new, it's interesting, but also something of a rat race, not to mention limiting. I suspect my 2016 will be more like your 2015 in terms of new releases...
DeleteYou write you were "more entertained and provoked" by Europe at Midnight compared to Autumn, and therefore ended up seeing it as the "more important" of the two novels. I'm curious why, particularly the important bit. :) For me, "important" implies the novel expresses, exposes, or questions some significant aspect of existence - a representation of the human condition, as it were. But for as well-written and interesting the premise is for Hutchinson's novels, I don't think they are at heart political (in the broad sense of the word). But my definition of "important" is but one of many, many in sf.
Gilman's Dark Orbit is worth looking into. It's a very dense, thought-provoking read that I'm still mulling over. If there's any justice, it should appear on an award ballot or two. The Tiptree suits it best, and as such, would be better for everyone were it on the Hugo, which, of course, it has very little chance at in this day and age...
It is hard to keep up with new fiction, and that seems to be the theme on a lot of blogs lately. I also think I managed to scratch the "have an opinion on all the shortlists" itch and now I'm just not as itchy to read new SF anymore. It was a good experience to test out my BS-detector when it comes to overblown claims and I was mostly accurate about what I would enjoy and what I assumed was being oversold. I can see this being part of a cycle for every few years, a good exercise to test the waters, but now my interest is drawn back to the "classics" and other things. Of course, that could change tomorrow by the next BEST SF BOOK EVER PUBLISHED award-bait.
ReplyDeleteThe Europe series is all about borders, and because he withholds the reasoning for the Campus border for most of the 2nd novel, it invokes all kinds of readerly speculations that feel incredibly relevant to today's geopolitical landscape. I can see it being an era-defining event akin to Stand on Zanzibar, not in style, but in the extremes it goes to demonstrate the lunacy of the era. Is there anything else that's as precise and hyperbolic in post-2000 SF? I also think Midnight has the potential to attract the more general genre reader, whereas Autumn might feel too heavy to some, so opening that kind of style and extrapolation to a wider audience is a pretty big deal.
Now you've really sold me on Dark Orbit.