Showing posts with label Jo Walton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jo Walton. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Maimed by the past, determined to save the future

Kindred

by Octavia Butler

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(This post is a reprint. The blogger declares independence from writing for the day!)

“The immediate effect of reading Octavia Butler’s Kindred is to make every other time travel book in the world look as if it’s wimping out,” Jo Walton writes in her science fiction critique, What Makes This Book So Great.

Because no writer of time travel stories, those most irrational of science fiction subgenres, ever sent her characters to a destination as excruciating as the nineteenth-century slave plantation pictured in Butler’s narrative, or did so with more serious motives.

On July 4, 1976, the 200th anniversary of the United States Declaration of Independence, a twenty-six year old African-American woman named Dana Franklin lands in a California hospital without her left arm. “I had lost about a year of my life and much of the comfort and security I had not valued until it was gone,” Dana tells readers in her first person narrative. “‘How did you hurt your arm?’ (police) asked. ‘Who hurt you?’ . . . ‘Accident’, I heard myself whisper. There was no honest explanation I could give them¾ none they would believe.”

Because the truth is so fantastic neither Dana nor the people she met, not even the white husband who shared part of her adventure could at first accept that she had traveled through space and time, from twentieth century Los Angeles to a nineteenth century Maryland plantation. A plantation on which she is the slave of her own remote ancestor.

Dana Franklin feared telling her story would consign her to a psychiatric hospital. In the hands of Octavia Butler, Kindred’s genre-bending cross between time travel and slave narrative becomes a masterful tale about the intertwined history of relationships between race and gender.

In her twenties like her character, Butler was barely starting to make her name as a black woman writer of science fiction when the novel that would make her famous was published in 1979. (The 1981 date quoted in Walton’s book is for the trade paperback publication.) Is it science fiction, slave narrative, or as Butler herself termed it, “grim fantasy?”


(As far as I know, there has never been a truly logical reason for time travel. Butler has Dana time travel from twentieth-century California to nineteenth-century Maryland at crucial instances when the genetic chain between her and her ancestor is threatened. She returns to her native time when her life is gravely endangered in Maryland. Both incidences of travel preserve the integrity of the “historical” time line.)

Butler would later state she had to sanitize the reality of slavery to make it palatable for modern readers. Even so, the nineteenth-century portions of the narrative are brutal and harrowing, but complex. Black characters distrust time traveling Dana for being able to read and write, for talking “more like white folks than some white folks,” and for the strangely protected status she receives from her remote ancestor, slave owner Rufus Weylin, once he begins to grasp that Dana’s mission is to save his life (at least until he can beget his slave-born daughter Hagar, Dana’s great-great-grandmother).

And if the Los Angeles of 1976 sometimes get overly idealistic treatment (aspirin! TV! electric lights!) it also provides fodder for some sanity-saving humor. “The (19th century) cook came over and looked at me, at my pants,” Dana reports. “She pinched up a little of the material, feeling it. ‘What cloth is this?’ she asked. Polyester double knit,” Dana thinks, but doesn’t dare say.


Throughout the story, Dana will make harrowing choices, morally-compromising choices to stay alive and keep her family alive. And she will leave a part of herself, her left arm, behind in that Maryland plantation house as a reminder of how the injustices of the past mar the shared future of us all.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Adventure classics -- Saving the future, maimed by the past

Kindred

by Octavia Butler

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“The immediate effect of reading Octavia Butler’s Kindred is to make every other time travel book in the world look as if it’s wimping out,” Jo Walton writes in her science fiction critique, What Makes This Book So Great.

Because no writer of time travel stories, those most irrational of science fiction subgenres, ever sent her characters to a destination as excruciating as the nineteenth-century slave plantation pictured in Butler’s narrative, or did so with more serious motives.

On July 4, 1976, the 200th anniversary of the United States Declaration of Independence, a twenty-six year old African-American woman named Dana Franklin lands in a California hospital without her left arm. “I had lost about a year of my life and much of the comfort and security I had not valued until it was gone,” Dana tells readers in her first person narrative. “‘How did you hurt your arm?’ (police) asked. ‘Who hurt you?’ . . . ‘Accident’, I heard myself whisper. There was no honest explanation I could give them¾ none they would believe.”

Because the truth is so fantastic neither Dana nor the people she met, not even the white husband who shared part of her adventure could at first accept that she had traveled through space and time, from twentieth century Los Angeles to a nineteenth century Maryland plantation. A plantation on which she is the slave of her own remote ancestor.

Dana Franklin feared telling her story would consign her to a psychiatric hospital. In the hands of Octavia Butler, Kindred’s genre-bending cross between time travel and slave narrative becomes a masterful tale about the intertwined history of relationships between race and gender.

In her twenties like her character, Butler was barely starting to make her name as a black woman writer of science fiction when the novel that would make her famous was published in 1979. (The 1981 date quoted in Walton’s book is for the trade paperback publication.) Is it science fiction, slave narrative, or as Butler herself termed it because she didn’t provide a science fictional method for the time travel, as “grim fantasy?”

(As far as I know, there has never been a truly logical reason for time travel. Butler has Dana time travel from twentieth-century California to nineteenth-century Maryland at crucial instances when the genetic chain between her and her ancestor is threatened. She returns to her native time when her life is gravely endangered in Maryland. Both incidences of travel preserve the integrity of the “historical” time line.)

Butler would later state she had to sanitize the reality of slavery to make it palatable for modern readers. Even so, the nineteenth-century portions of the narrative are brutal and harrowing, but complex. Black characters distrust time traveling Dana for being able to read and write, for talking “more like white folks than some white folks,” and for the strangely protected status she receives from her remote ancestor, slave owner Rufus Weylin, once he begins to grasp that Dana’s mission is to save his life (at least he can beget his slave-born daughter Hagar, Dana’s great-great-grandmother).

And if the Los Angeles of 1976 sometimes get overly idealistic treatment (aspirin! TV! electric lights!) it also provides fodder for some sanity-saving humor. “The cook came over and looked at me, at my pants,” Dana reports. “She pinched up a little of the material, feeling it. ‘What cloth is this?’ she asked. Polyester double knit,” Dana thinks, but doesn’t dare say.

Throughout the story, Dana will make harrowing choices, morally-compromising choices to stay alive and keep her family alive. And she will leave a part of herself, her left arm, behind in that Maryland plantation house as a reminder of how the injustices of the past mar the shared future of us all.

(Next Wednesday, Adventure classics will begin an August of adventures at sea with another story of the clash of race, Joseph Conrad’s The Nigger of the Narcissus.)

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Adventure classics -- War, outer space and true love



Shards of Honor

by Lois McMaster Bujold

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Science fiction often gets defined as a literature of ideas. As usual, Isaac Asimov said it best, calling the genre back in 1953 “that branch of literature which is concerned with the impact of scientific advance upon human beings.” This July of science fiction adventures has had ideas by the starship load, from Michael Crichton’s reconstruction of extinct species, to Aldous Huxley’s vision of social evolution, to Asimov’s own thousand-year plan for the galaxy. Ideas in plenty. Emotions, though, have mostly been missing in action¾ a dab of greed here, of grief there, of lust for political power¾ is there even a word for that? And if we’re going to talk about human beings, how can we do that without emotions¾ the messier and more urgent the better?

Enter Lois McMaster Bujold with 1986’s Shards of Honor, the opening volume of her ongoing Vorkosigan saga. Seriously, can you imagine any other master of the science fiction genre using as emotionally-laden a word as “honor” in a title? And then there’s love (in myriad forms), lust (ditto), rage, treachery, sorrow, compassion, pride, duplicity. Holy faster than light¾ it’s a cornucopia of emotions.

What threw me, reading Shards for the first time to prepare for this post, is that it doesn’t contain any mention of the person who will be the main character of the entire series, Miles Vorkosigan. Not to worry. Miles is the child of the highly unlikely relationship between the main character of Shards of Honor, Captain Cordelia Naismith of Beta Colony, and her planet’s archenemy, Aral Vorkosigan.

Cordelia is on an exploration trip to a newly-discovered planet when her crew is attacked by a ship from Vorkosigan’s aggressively militaristic world of Barrayar. Aral is left for dead by his expedition but takes Cordelia and a wounded crewmember prisoner.

It hardly sounds like a recipe for true love, but as science fiction author Jo Walton writes in What Makes This Book So Great, her anthology of genre classics, Bujold is amazing for “the emotional depth she manages to get into this space opera plot. It’s not so much the romance (though the romance is actually very sweet) as the genuine ethical dilemmas.”

Actually, I thought the romance, though admittedly sweet and rather chaste, happened way too fast. Cordelia’s people have nicknamed Vorkosigan “the butcher of Komarr” for a planetary bloodbath under his command, but Cordelia decides, on his unsupported word, that he wasn’t really to blame. Why, except so that Bujold can get her and Aral on to the job of making the baby who will grow up to be a major character?

On the way to that goal, Cordelia will imperil a rescue attempt by her own crew in order to save Aral from the treachery of his own crew, waterboard the therapist using illicit drugs to figure out how much brainwashing the Barrayarans have done to Cordelia, and defect to Barrayar in order to take Aral up on his previous offer of marriage to her. As a reader making her first foray into the Vorkosigan chronicles, I’ll have to admit wondering whether Cordelia really had been brainwashed, and whether Aral’s nobility was a figment of her imagination.

Fortunately for the remainder of the saga, Cordelia is right and I’m just being paranoid, although more evil will fall to the lot of their son, Miles, stricken with multiple birth defects as the result of a mutagenic chemical attack on his parents. But that’s a shadow for the future.

See Bujold's site, www.dendarii.com/, for the complete Vorkosigan chronology.  

I’ve totally fallen for Walton’s book, What Makes This Book So Great, based on a series of blogs she wrote for www.tor.com/. Many of her posts are still available at Tor’s site. Or of course, you can read the book itself, which is widely available.

(Next Wednesday, Adventure classics continues a July of science fiction adventures with Octavia Butler’s time travel story, Kindred.)