Alfvaen's Top & Bottom Books of 1996
It's time again for Alfvaen's Top & Bottom Books of The Year--the
year, in this case, being 1996. (Well, technically, the year is
now 1997, but the year whose books I'm judging, or, rather, the
year during which I read the books judged here, is 1996. I hope
this is clear, because I won't say it again.)
Continuing with last year's tradition, I'm not limiting myself to
a Top(or Bottom)Ten list, though the Bottom list happens to
contain ten books anyway, through sheer coincidence. So, to save
the worst for list, here are the Top Fourteen Books I read in
1996...
Top:
- Neal Stephenson: The Diamond Age. I didn't manage to find all the
Hugo nominees this year, but this one I did. And this time, my choice
happened to concur with that of the Academy--I mean, the Worldcon
voting membership. Stephenson's Snow Crash was pretty
damn good, but this book is absolutely stunning. I've heard it called
"post-cyberpunk", which is not too bad a name. The book has an
incredible epic sweep to it, and the best extrapolation of
nanotechnology I've seen yet. Furthermore, this book confirms what
I've been suspecting for a few years now: "Japan: Tired, China:
Wired". This book has to be read to be believed, so just go read it
now.
- Guy Gavriel Kay: The Lions of Al-Rassan. Better than his preceding
book, A Song For Arbonne, and while still not as good as
his phenomenal Tigana, it's still well worth reading. The
three books form a loose conceptual trilogy of "fantasy" books set in
alternate Europe; this one is entirely bereft of magic, though, so
"alternate history" or "alternate world history" might be a better
description. It takes place in an alternate Spain during the Moslem
conquest, and explores the relationships of a Spaniard, a Moslem and a
Jew(I won't confuse you with the names of this world's analogues, which
are clear enough), and the nature of loyalty, love and patriotism. Kay
seems to be the master of the scene, and this book is an engaging
succession of them.
- Elinor Lipman: Then She Found Me. It didn't sound like the
kind of book I'd want to read. A woman is reunited with her
mother, who gave her up for adoption long ago, and is now a
daytime talk show host. But the characters are engaging, even
the mother(someone you wouldn't think you'd like), and while the
plot isn't a thriller, it's warm and human. We may not be able
to choose our family, but they mean something to us nonetheless.
- Raphael Carter: The Fortunate Fall. The author's first novel, and
it could be said that it suffers from the usual first-novelist "kitchen
sink" syndrome, of tossing in all the ideas they've accumulated over
their unpublished years. But this novel goes far beyond that. There
are a lot of ideas in here, and it takes a while to catch up, but it
could be said that this book is one of the few that depicts a future of
comparable complexity to the one we're really going to have. It has
resonances with other "post-cyberpunk"(gosh, that's a useful label)like
Diamond Age and Mother of Storms, and takes
place mostly in Russia(which is, these days, also Wired). I predict
this guy will go places.
- Tanya Huff: Fifth Quarter. I was recently boggled to discover
that this book won some kind of "romantic fantasy" award, because
that's certainly not how I would have described it. A
brother-and-sister assassin team's assignment is complicated when
their target's soul leaps into the brother's body, and the
brother is displaced into his sister's...and they all have to
rethink the way they look at the world. This is the second of
Huff's "Quarter" series, and there are some plot threads left
unfinished for the third, No Quarter, but nonetheless this book
can stand alone.
- Stephen R. Donaldson: The Gap Into Ruin:This Day All Gods
Die. I've been raving about this series for a while now, and I'm
happy to say that Donaldson didn't choke on the ending. (Of
course, he had the Nibelungenlied as a plot framework, or so he
claims...) This book most emphatically does not stand alone,
but consider this my official authorization to those of you who
were waiting for the entire series to be out(and to hear whether
or not the ending sucked)to rush out and buy the thing, since
it's all now in print(and in paperback).
- Melissa Scott: Silence In Solitude. A title almost as good as its
prequel, Five-Twelfths of Heaven, and the book is at least
as good, too. (The third, The Empress of Earth, isn't
quite...) This book, set in a science-fantasy world where magic and
alchemy are used to power starships(as well as more conventional
usages), avoids the second-book lulls. Silence Leigh, pilot and
wizard-in-training, is forced to go undercover to rescue a noble's
daughter being held hostage, a straightforward adventure enlivened by
Scott's unique milieu.
- Sean Stewart: Resurrection Man. From the opening scene of a
man performing his own autopsy, this book is highly different.
"Magic works in the modern world" is an old and timeworn idea,
but you'll hardly recognize it once Stewart is through with it.
Worth reading for the sheer audacity of his vision.
- Charles Sheffield: Summertide. This is an author I've obviously
been neglecting. Summertide(the first book of a series,
which doesn't daunt me)is an intriguing tale of a universe littered
with bizarre alien artifacts of planetary size, and the unusual group
who converge to a double-planet pair at its time of greatest
instability. Combines the best adrenaline-charged excitement with the
highest sensawunda. I'm looking forward to the rest of the series...
- Iain Banks: The Wasp Factory. Now this guy is twisted.
(I had heard that already, of course...) Don't you
dare flip to the last page!
- Talbot Mundy: The Devil's Guard. A bit old-fashioned, but
this is more than what it seems at first. It starts out as a
more or less straightforward British-chaps-in-Asia adventure,
with two fellows going off to rescue an erstwhile companion, but
it turns into a spiritual adventure into deepest Tibet. (And
anyone who watched second-season "Twin Peaks"--this is where
the "White Lodge" really comes from...)
- Terry Pratchett: Reaper Man. Terry Pratchett's Discworld
series is sometimes uneven, but Pratchett can usually be relied
upon for several guffaws and a few thoughtful moments. This one
is a bit more thoughtful than some, which I found rather
pleasant. Death has always been one of Pratchett's best
characters, and his attempt to turn his back on his
responsibilities(which causes all sorts of chaos, of course)forms
the framework for this book. Resonates(pleasantly)with Piers
Anthony's On A Pale Horse, as Death come to terms with what his
job is really about...
- Gregory Maguire: Wicked:The Life & Times of The Wicked Witch
of The West. This book is flawed in many ways, but it's still
audacious enough to be worth a look. Maguire makes Oz into a
real world, with real politics, real racism, and real
characters. Where the book fails, perhaps, is when it tries to
adhere too closely to L. Frank Baum's original framework, because
there are just a few too many inconsistencies. But if you've
ever wondered if the Wicked Witch was more than a caricature of
evil, this is the book for you.
- Patricia Anthony: Conscience of The Beagle. This one makes
it onto the list mostly because of the audacity of its ending,
which I wouldn't dream of spoiling for you here. On the whole,
it's about the enforcers of Earth colonialism and, as the title
implies, the conscience they suffer from. Anthony is definitely
an author to watch, and don't get her confused with the other P.
Anthony who takes up so much more shelf space...
In my nonfiction category, the only book I can recall which
really struck me this year was The Spin Magazine Alternative
Record Guide. It's a very nice guide to that very nebulous
category of music(and, after looking through it, you might get a
bit of an inkling as to the real meaning of "alternative"). I
didn't agree with all of their opinions by any means, but it gave
me lots to think about, and lots to look for.
Bottom:
- John Barth: The Tidewater Tales. This book prompted me to
codify a new rule for myself: If I'm not halfway through a book
after a week, I give up on it. With this one, I wasn't even
close. It seemed needlessly bloated, and self-referential to the
point where I already felt like I'd read the plot of the book
twice over. One story from the book(written by one of the main
characters), called "The Olive", was nothing more than its title,
based on the old recipe for chicken: "Wrap a piece of bacon
around an olive. Stuff it in a chicken; stuff that inside a pig;
stuff that inside a cow. Cook until done. Discard the cow;
discard the pig; discard the chicken; discard the bacon; eat the
olive." This book felt like the cow, and there may have been a
delicious little olive inside it trying to get out. (Read the
Table of Contents instead, but beware of going further, no matter
how much it intrigues you. It's not worth it.)
- Robert Frezza: A Small Colonial War. I don't read much
military SF, and this book only confirms me in that resolution.
Leaden characters(I kept having to refer to the little listing by
rank at the beginning to remember who was who), a who-cares plot
(probably analogous to the Boer War or something, but, as I said,
who cares)...this book almost fell under that one-week rule
mentioned above, but I managed to slog through to the end. I'm
here to save you from doing the same.
- Sara Jeannette Duncan: The Imperialist. This is what I get
for venturing into Canadian Literature again. The main plot had
something to do with a young fellow's promising career in
politics turning out badly because of his pro-British(i.e.
Imperialist)tendencies. Some of the subplots were a bit more
interesting, but they couldn't support the whole book,
unfortunately.
- Stephen King: Pet Sematary. I don't have a real grasp on this
"horror" thing. Very few books I've read, even those that have
the word on their cover, fit into that category. I've tended to
enjoy the other King books I've read, but this one was a bit too
bleak for me, and my sympathy with the main character dwindled
progressively until, by the end, I didn't care in the slightest
about his fate. If this is "horror", I don't see the need to
subject myself to it... I'll stick to dark fantasy, thank you
very much.
- Arthur C. Clarke: The Fountains of Paradise. This book
doesn't really have a plot; it showed some promising signs of
developing one at a few points, but the author cleverly solved
the complications before they could amount to anything exciting.
So what's left is just a story about people doing an engineering
project, mostly, and while I'd doubtless find it quite
interesting if it were a true story(heck, I'd settle for some
two-dimensional characters), as it is it left me cold. I've seen
the same topic("beanstalks", or whatever you want to call them)
dealt with better in later books, so this might have been a
groundbreaking idea at the time, but now it's just a postscript
to more interesting books.
- C.J. Cherryh: Hestia. There just wasn't a lot new in this
book. Offworld engineer comes to colony, and finds himself
sympathizing more with the native inhabitants than the colonists
(who, of course, persecute the natives); the natives, of course,
eventually win out. Cherryh's style was still developing at this
point; the book lacks the character and plot skills of her later
work. Read it for completeness if you must(as I did), but don't
expect much of it. Read her newer work first.
- Harlan Ellison: Stalking The Nightmare. I know that Harlan
can write fabulous stuff. I've read a lot of it. But this
anthology seems an almost purposeful attempt to take all his
mediocre stuff and put it in one place so it won't contaminate
the other anthologies. From the opening introduction(which,
instead of the more-or-less straightforward soul- and gut-baring
personal prose that I much prefer, is a pretentious piece of crap
about the writer's duty to "stalk the nightmare", or something),
I kept waiting to find the good stuff, but it never really came.
The best is almost certainly the nonfiction(especially the story
of how "The Starlost" got screwed up by the TV industry), but
Harlan's best work is elsewhere.
- John Irving: The 158-Pound Marriage. Two couples decide to
have affairs with each other's spouses. There you have it, the
main premise of this book. There are signs of Irving's more
usual quirkiness, but they are mostly in the past of the main
characters, and the "present" storyline is never a reservoir of
excitement. Okay, maybe I'm reading this book at the wrong
level, but I didn't enjoy it as much as the other Irving work
that I've read.
- Philip K. Dick: The Penultimate Truth. Dick may be brilliant,
but he is certainly uneven. A few interesting ideas here, but a
few silly ones, and a few plot implausibilities, and the
resulting mishmash is ultimately unsatisfying.
- R.U. Sirius & St. Jude: How To Mutate And Take Over The
World. Actually, I was considering coming up with a "Most
Ambivalent" category, mostly because of this one book. I knew
that it would be nearly impossible for it to live up to its
title, but it was doing pretty good at the beginning, until it
decided to try to have a plot. It's got some interesting
ideas--it's rife with self-referentiality tricks, and large
portions of it are sort of like a "novel of email"(the Victorian
"novel of letters" for the 1990's, I guess), but it doesn't go
anywhere interesting, just into a world of stereotyped "Decency"
types(where the Communications Decency Act, admittedly predicted
by the authors before its actual appearance, was passed)who take
over the Net and their beleaguered net- and media-guerrilla
opponents. Someone should have taken these folks aside and
explained the dangers of straight-line extrapolation. Very
seriously flawed, but with some bright spots nonetheless. Maybe,
since it's supposed to be an "exploded post-novel", I was just
reading it wrong. Maybe I should have run it through a travesty
generator first.
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