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Year's Best SF:
Eighth Annual Collection
Reviewed by Robert J. Sawyer
This review was first published in The Globe and
Mail, Canada's National Newspaper in 1991.
Copyright © 1991 by
Robert J. Sawyer
All Rights Reserved
The Year's Best Science Fiction, Eighth Annual Collection.
Gardner Dozois, editor. St. Martin's Press, 624 pages.
CDN$37.95, hardcover; $21.95 paperbound.
Gardner Dozois offers up 250,000 words, representing his
picks for the best short science fiction of 1990.
Ten of the stories collected here originally appeared in Isaac
Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, which is also edited by
Dozois. That's not completely vanity on his part. A goodly hunk
of what appears in the other SF magazines are things Dozois
himself has already rejected.
Still, it seems begrudging tokenism that Dozois found room
for exactly one story apiece from the other genre mainstays,
Amazing, Analog, and The Magazine of Fantasy and
Science Fiction. To his credit, though, he does also dip
into some obscure sources, including the anthology Alien
Sex and the British magazine Interzone.
Dozois leads off with the novella "Mr. Boy," by James
Patrick Kelly, the story of a 25-year-old anarchist who takes
"stunting" treatments to keep his body that of a child. It's a
gutsy choice for first-to-bat, typical of the kind of SF that
those unfamiliar with the genre find unreadable, full of made-up
vocabulary and fantastic devices that are hinted at rather than
explained in detail. On the other hand, it's also arguably the
best piece in the book.
At the other end, both on the SF spectrum and in physical
placement, is the final offering, "The Hemingway Hoax," by Joe
Haldeman, about a man whose attempt to forge a lost Hemingway
novel attracts the attention of a cosmic time-police force.
Taking his cue from Papa himself, Haldeman has spun a
straightforward yarn, accessible to all.
Between the Kelly and the Haldeman are 23 other stories.
Unfortunately, many aren't really SF in the traditional sense of
being about the future, technological change, spaceflight, or
non-human intelligences. Connie Willis's "Cibola" has no
speculative element at all it's a mainstream story about
remembering to notice the beauty around us. Charles Sheffield's
"A Braver Thing" likewise is a contemporary tale, unencumbered by
SF elements, about a Nobel Prize winner's guilt.
Ted Chiang's "Tower of Babylon" is pure fantasy, about
building a tower to reach up and touch the vault of heaven. Kate
Wilhelm's offering, "And the Angels Sing," is also a fantasy,
about an angel who drops into the life of a small-town newspaper
editor.
Terry Bisson's "Bears Discover Fire" about just what the
title says is more an American tall-tale than anything else.
Lewis Shiner's "White City" is also a tall-tale, but with a
technological rather than rustic bent, telling of an inventor's
final wild project.
And Bruce Sterling's "We See Things Differently" didn't have
to be SF; it's just a portrait of North American decadence as
seen through Muslim eyes.
What about real SF? Well, there's Pat Murphy's haunting
"Love and Sex Among the Invertebrates" (great title, eh?).
Ironically, it begins with the line, "This has nothing to do with
science," but it goes on to tell the startling story of robots
learning to reproduce.
Ian R. MacLeod's "Past Magic" is strong medicine about
cloning a dead daughter. Robert Silverberg's "Hot Sky" deals
with iceberg finders in a world devastated by global warming.
John Kessel's clever "Invaders" parallels an alien invasion of
Earth with the Spanish conquest of Mexico. It's one of the best
pieces here.
The gem of the collection, though, is "Learning to Be Me,"
by new Australian writer Greg Egan, a surprisingly poignant and
terrifying story of jewels that replace human brains so that the
owners can live forever. Egan is the only writer to have two
stories in the collection. His other offering, "The Caress,"
deals with decadent crimes of the future.
Other writers present include John Brunner, Nancy Kress,
Ursula K. Le Guin, and Michael Moorcock. The anthology is
rounded out with Dozois's usual year-end summary.
It's interesting to note that Dozois's tastes are not a
close match for those either of SF readers or SF writers. Of the
16 short-fiction works nominated for this year's Hugo, which is
the SF people's choice award, Dozois has only six. And of the 19
short-fiction works nominated for the Nebula Award, given by SF
writers, Dozois has just seven.
In one sense, it's great to see so many powerful stories
gathered together. In another, though, it's sad that with so
much room, Dozois was able to find so little that the traditional
SF reader the kind who grew up on
Isaac Asimov,
Arthur C. Clarke, and Robert Heinlein
would recognize as part of the genre.
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