Loose Wires


Upon news that the faster than light neutrinos actually were maybe just a teeny bit slower, as in not actually faster than light, I was forced to scrap the epic science fiction novel I was totally writing that hinged upon these supposedly faster than light neutrinos and which was going to make me freaking rich (the novel, not the neutrinos, which I have not yet figured out to how monetize, even after building my own particle accelerator using empty cardboard toiler paper tubes and the light fixture from from my refrigerator).

Apparently, the new explanation hinges less on super awesome, faster than light particles and more on faulty wiring.

On the other hand, while I was unable to replicate the original experiment, I am pretty confident of my ability to replicate bad wiring.

Childhood’s End


Years ago, I read Arthur C. Clarke’s Rendezvous with Rama. It was very, very good. But I never got around to reading anything else by him nor felt much driven to do so. Wasn’t my style. When it comes to science fiction, I like my space opera and that’s just not Clarke’s thing.

But Childhood’s End kept coming up as being one of those books one really ought to read if one read much sci fi at all. So I picked it up for something like $1 at a library book sale around the corner from my home here in DC and finally got around to reading it the other week.

Clarke writes what one might call sociological science fiction. He’s not particular interested in individual characters and their relationships with each other, so far as I can tell, except as necessary to move the sociological (or anthropological, if you prefer) questions that really interest him.

Childhood’s End does present an interesting scenario. A highly advanced alien race shepherds the human race as we move towards our next stage of evolution, which is essentially a group mind, living, depending on how you look at it, either outside of space-time or within space-time but able to experience it as a whole. The aliens are actually unable to make that evolutionary leap themselves. They are rather like a people who have knowledge of heaven and who can show others the way, but will never be able to reach it themselves. So once one gets through all the stuff before the final 20% or so, a kind of melancholia permeates it all (increased by presenting to view of the last human, watching his former fellow humans become something else while he stays behind, so to speak).

Childhood’s End is not on my top ten or top twenty-five list for science fiction. It might be in my top hundred. I don’t know because I’m far too lazy to figure out a top one hundred list. But it’s good.

Weekend Reading – Lost Cities


The ‘Lost’ City of Cahokia (actually, it’s in East St. Louis).

Tuesday Morning Staff Meeting – Amazon Is Coming For Your Children


“We’re in Amazon’s sights and they’re going to kill us.”

Will the Kindle wreck book markets overseas?

Overseas bookstores try to adjust.

Indie bookstores should stop trying to compete with Amazon (but no one is saying they should quit).

Trying to physically measure the humors of love & sex and thinking one had succeeded (but actually being a little crazy).

Parking tickets are almost as bad in Los Angeles as they are in DC.

Do we want to be punished?

Weekend Reading – Creativity, Science


Why I am so eccentric.

Outside physicists.

Review: Trading In Danger


I just finished Elizabeth Moon’s Trading in Danger, which I bought mainly because I picked up Victory Conditions back when the Borders in Columbia, Maryland (where my better half used to drag me while she shopped at Jo-Ann Fabrics) was liquidating.

Victory Conditions didn’t necessarily seem, at first glance, like a sequel, much less the fifth in a series (which it is). After purchasing it, I settled down to make sure I wasn’t jumping ahead and found out that, yes, I would be, should I read it.

Eventually I got around to finding a copy of the first book in the Vatta’s War series, Trading in Danger.

Moon is known for writing ‘military sci fi,’ which, so far as I can tell, is just space opera, though with lots of space battles.

But space opera was exactly what I was looking for. Trading in Danger makes the necessary effort to be either scientifically accurate or at least somewhat realistic in its speculation, but unlike ‘hard’ science fiction, it, like most space opera, is not interested in exploring the scientific and cultural implications of a particular scientific speculation. Arthur C. Clarke tends to write ‘hard’ science fiction, taking a particular conceit and going from there, but with the story primarily focused on that conceit.

Space opera generally just wants to write a cowboys & Indians Saturday pre-movie serial (my parents told me about these), but in space and with laser guns.

I’m okay with this. After all, Star Wars was space opera (George Lucas really didn’t give a flying frog about the societal implications of the first hyperdrive, alien contact, or telekinetic powers, but he cared a lot about fights with laser swords) and Star Wars is one of the great achievements of humankind (for all you children out there, when a grown up says ‘Star Wars‘ he or she means what you call ‘Espisode IV‘ but that’s all wrong and don’t give me that garbage about it being in the credits, I was alive and going to movies in 1977 you were a gleam in the eye of someone too young to even know what sex was, so back off).

You don’t really get to know any of the characters except for the main character, Kylara ‘Ky’ Vatta, but she seems surprisingly well rounded. I couldn’t tell you what made her well rounded, but reading it, I always felt her to be a real, realistic person. That may not sound like much, but a lot of genre fiction features characters who are an unrealistic collection of traits and quirks. Even when she displays that certain hyper-competency endemic of heroes in thrillers, fantasy, sci fi, etc., it somehow manages not to feel strained, as it so often can.

The ‘world’ itself is reasonably interesting. No aliens, just humans. And no galaxy spanning governments either, just independent planets. The only ‘galaxy spanning’ entities are corporate, including banks and the monopoly that controls interstellar communication. Certainly, a set up with a good deal of potential in the follow ups, which I will be reading, though I don’t feel absolutely driven to read them right now.

The story itself is ‘complete,’ i.e., there are no cliffhangers. That said, it was clearly intended to be part of a series. The story of Trading in Danger is hardly epic enough for a standalone novel (though it would do for a short story – not to give the impression that the book feels like a short story drawn out to novelistic lengths, because that is not at all the case), so most readers would guess that the author intended to write a follow up.

So, interesting, well done genre fiction. Fast paced read. Want to read more, but necessarily right now (I mean, I would if the sequel were in front of me, but it’s not and there other books in the queue right now).

Weekend Reading – The Sunday Book Section


The Year in Reading Poetry, courtesy of the New Yorker.

The Nation reviews poets in the context of systems theory.

A review of The Fossil Chronicles.

Interview with conceptual poet Kenneth Goldsmith.

A book about a guy who wrote a book about Hitler who later screwed up on some Hitler stuff (but not in a pro-Nazi kind of way).

Acedia and the noon time demon.

God wanted. Must be atheist friendly.

Weekend Reading – Hume


Science, causation and David Hume.

David Hume, John Rawls and justice.

Time Travel


Freud The Artist?


Were Sigmund Freud and William James artists rather than scientists?