Pseudo-Hugo: Memory

Memory by Lois McMaster Bujold, published 1997
(In-Universe #10 chronologically in the Miles Vorkosigan Saga)

I’ve discovered that I have this strange sympathetic, semi-symbiotic relationship with Miles Vorkosigan. Lack of Miles gives me anxiety attacks. When Miles screws up and falls into his major depressions, my depression gets even worse. The people that Miles cares for, I adore. The people he doesn’t like, I hate. The only places that I seem to disagree with him, I’ve already mentioned (and they generally have to do with the theoretical ethics of sci-fi universes). On to the actual review of this book. By the by, this one was truly nominated for a Hugo. Also, it’s probably my favorite since The Vor Game.

Miles screws up big time and gets fired. Illyan becomes mysteriously ill and his brain goes crazy. Miles, Gregor, and Ivan are all still the most exceedingly lovable Vor boys ever. Gregor gets engaged. And Miles actually does an awesome job at his makeshift position, and gets a new job. Tada. There really isn’t anything else to say about this except it is a fantastic exploration of what happens to you emotionally when you screw up so bad that you lose all of your dreams.

I’ve got three more out of the library right now, there are two more I can get from State, and the newest one I will just have to hunt down. Then I will have read them all. I’m not sure I’ll keep writing up these reviews. I just sort of wanted to say that, while I was highly upset by the beginning of this novel, I think it settled back down into an acceptable continuance by the end.

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Pseudo-Hugo: Borders of Infinity

Borders of Infinity by Lois McMaster Bujold, published 1989
(In-Universe #8 chronologically in the Miles Vorkosigan Saga)

This was a compilation of the three novellas in the Vorkosigan universe, with a little bit of a frame narrative to string them coherently together. These three novellas (“The Mountains of Mourning,” “Labyrinth,” and “Borders of Infinity”) have also all been collected in the various omnibus editions, but placed in the proper in-universe chronological order between the novels.

The Mountains of Mourning. You know, I was reading up on historical methods of birth control for one of my stories. Turns out the most common, socially acceptable, and widely practiced method of birth control was infanticide. Miles, honey, I love you, but I can’t decide if the human rights stance in these books is extremely liberal or the most horrifically conservative thing I’ve ever seen. It seems to be some terrifying mixture. Basically, a kid born with a harelip is offed and Miles is sent to figure out who did it. Ladeeda.

Labyrinth. Further proof that Miles will screw anything female that shows interest. Also further proof of Miles’ bordering-on-unbelievable human rights stances. It occurs to me that, long long ago, before I was made aware of intense overpopulation issues and zealots dedicated to the human meat puppet, I would have more-or-less agreed with all of these positions. But now they just make me fairly uneasy. And I want to say “Miles, get your ass back out into space and play soldier.” Jackson’s Hole, by the by, seems exceedingly interesting. Also, it’s very much a shame that Miles won’t screw Bel Thorne as he/she (I cannot say it, like the text) is a Betan hermaphrodite—but aside from that is one of the coolest characters in this series. See, Beta colony screws my mind up because you have people who are violently against abortion but are exceedingly sexually free. The way you get around that, as an author, is that you give Beta Colony default sterility treatments until people actually want to reproduce. This does not make things better, in my opinion. Also, I just wish Miles could practice what he preaches. It’s not like Bel isn’t female.

Borders of Infinity. This is the story that gets the whole little compilation an A+. It has war, intrigue, tactics, crazy people, Miles-being-Miles, and no strange sexual situations of a dubiously political nature. This is also the “Dagoola incident” that I heard so much about in Brothers in Arms and was like “um, hello, I want to read that.”

I know that I’m way over-thinking these books by this point. I also know that most books aren’t written to be in-your-face socio-political at every turn. But I certainly tend to read things that way. Plus, trying to apply my socio-political position to books from the ’80s and ’90s is not the wisest thing to do, but I don’t usually have such deep-seated problems with books that I whole-heartedly adore. That’s just the power of Bujold, I suppose! I can overcome even my personal issues with the books while I’m reading them. They are that awesome.

Pseudo-Hugo: Brothers in Arms

Brothers in Arms by Lois McMaster Bujold, published 1989
(In-Universe #7 chronologically in the Miles Vorkosigan Saga)

I skipped Ethan of Athos 1.) because it’s not in my library and 2.) because it doesn’t have Miles. I’m fairly sure I’ll go back later and read it at some point.

This was a really nice suspenseful novel and it made me laugh frequently, wig out frequently, and essentially keep turning the pages. I liked Elli Quinn’s character here and how we actually get to meet her now instead of her just being an injured soldier in the infirmary like she was in The Warrior’s Apprentice. I am pretty much hopelessly in love with Ivan Vorpatril. In fact, Miles went a little weird in this one and started to rub me the wrong way like Barrayar and Shards of Honors did and I’m getting to like Ivan more.

I liked the story Miles made up about being/having a clone. I loved how Miles was frazzled and pretty much had his multiple personalities splitting and converging and going absolutely wild. What I did not love was the actual appearance of a clone and Miles going wiggy over the really odd human rights status of said clone in various cultures and then to his own mind. I just don’t find it believable that someone finds out they have a clone and is instantly accepting of that. That’s fairly unrealistic. “Hey you have a clone!” “Awesome!!” No. By the end of the novel I was pretty fed up with Miles and his “free-thinking.” I’m inclined to agree that clones have human rights (like androids!), but seriously I just don’t think someone who was unwittingly copied is going to be that thrilled about it. That’s probably why I was far more sympathetic to Ivan by the end who basically ends up on the bad end of all of Miles’ plots. I love Miles being a spastic hyper genius, when he went off into unthinking Betan human rights lala-land he rubbed me wrong enough that his spastic hyper geniusness ended up being quite annoying. So, let’s get back to Awesome Miles instead of Annoying Miles, ok?

I liked this novel. Yet again. Bujold and Miles continue to amaze (and continue to eat my brain). So far, I think my favorite is definitely The Vor Game. That certainly stands out as the high point at this point.

Pseudo-Hugo: Cetaganda

Cetaganda by Lois McMaster Bujold, published 1996
(In-Universe #5 chronologically in the Miles Vorkosigan Saga)

This one was fairly weird and utterly not like the others in the least. Miles and his cousin Ivan are sent to Cetaganda (remember evil Cetaganda? They’re really just a weird eugenics culture that’s pretty nuts) as a diplomatic courtesy to attend the funeral of the Dowager Empress. They end up embroiled in some internal Cetagandan political turmoil.

There aren’t really space battles, or tactics or anything beyond explorations of the Cetagandan culture and a pretty transparent “mystery” story of court intrigue here. It was fun and I was interested in the Cetaganda social structure (which was pretty nifty) but this one definitely leans away from the amount of substance you get in the other books. It was fairly strait forward and suspenseful enough to keep the pages turning, but it lacked the really urgent suspense and anticipation that I’ve seen in the other books in this series.

Bear with me as I ramble off into theoretical land. BUT! I keep thinking about how much I hate Dune (see evidence here) and why. Essentially, it’s written by a male member of a patriarchy about a male character who is also a member of a patriarchy and who is doing nothing but reaffirming said patriarchy by proving the uselessness and redundancy of women. The Vorkosigan saga is written by a female member of a patriarchy about a male character who is also a member of a patriarchy but who sees the structure in which he operates and—being himself handicapped—is essentially demoted down that ladder of dominant hegemonic respect to the level of women who are deemed useless, frivolous, and who garner less-worth in the social structure. It’s essentially Miles’ mission in life (and the point of his existence) to expose the patriarchy to those who are so wrapped up in it that they cannot see it. Rock on Miles. For some reason, every other minority group—racial, geographic, religious, etc—are currently getting some level of respect as far as acknowledgment of their status as legitimate human beings within the power structure. Even those of non-traditional sexual orientations are gaining visibility and respect. But when it comes to the subject of women, society is still pretty full of scorn and skepticism. Bujold: I love you.

Now that I have all of those run-on sentences out of my system…

As ever—ONWARD! The next novels have earlier publication dates. Lookin’ forward to ’em.

Pseudo-Hugo: The Warrior’s Apprentice

The Warrior’s Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold, published 1986
(In-Universe #3 chronologically in the Miles Vorkosigan Saga)

Basically, stunted “mutant” Miles Vorkosigan (who you may remember from last time), fails to get into Military Academy, goes to see his grandma on the liberal planet, ends up accidentally getting into a war, and is (as he has been so perfectly described to me by a friend) “such a spaz.” But a genius, hilarious, endearing, and brilliant spaz.

I don’t have much to say about this. My sheer glee and adoration of it is beyond my powers of in-depth description at the moment (and frankly, I’d rather go to sleep, given the hour). What I do know is that I adore Miles Vorkosigan. My love for him is surpassed only by my love for Aral Vorkosigan. Curse these feudal class systems of honor and female oppression! They are far too tantalizing. Thousands of years of cultural evolution is hard to combat with only a few decades of feminism. That’s probably why all the female characters in these novels are such intense badasses. The Counts and Lords and all their barbaric ways speak so deeply to the human psyche, even as we know that the enjoyment of such things are a dirty secret to indulge in. I shall say that I am slightly willing to overlook the utter-oddness of some of the stuff in the first two books, just because it gets me Miles (and since they were written completely out of order, I guess maybe it took some retconning to get it to work right.)

Onward! I have checked out this entire series from the library in one fell (and, I am told, “aggressive”) swoop to prevent anyone else from checking them out while I’m trying to blast through them. Bwahaha. The next one is an actual Hugo winner.

Pseudo-Hugo: Shards of Honor

Shards of Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold, published 1986
(In-universe #1 chronologically in the Miles Vorkosigan Saga)

This is just a sort of informal write-up. Three books in this series have won Hugo awards so I decided it was necessary to read the entire series. I’m in for a long haul with it and I’d been avoiding it as I was laboring under the misapprehension that it was a huge fantasy series. It is not—it is resolutely science fiction. There are far-flung planets, wormholes, space battles, weird alien lifeforms, etc. Yes, it’s science fiction, albeit a bit off somehow.

To begin with, this book starts off on a raging torrent of awesome that runs off the charts of awesomeness. There’s a fairly moody legendary military butcher and a fairly moody initially awesome and ultimately wishy-washy redhead (held up as a paragon, naturally) who are mashed together out of necessity when left behind after a botched joint-assassination+ambush attempt. Please don’t ask. It makes sense in context. At any rate, it’s this redhead Cordelia’s apparent wobblyness and the sudden violent inthrusting of pro-life, rape-is-ok mentality that makes me a little reluctant to like this book (rape is apparently ok if people take care of the babies later). The rating swung from a resolute five stars to a two and a half mark within about two chapters. However, it took a mild upswing when psychologists were portrayed as emotional criminals who harass their victims into taking drastic action. That maybe ups it back to three hypothetical stars. This was enjoyable, and I don’t expect a book’s views to jive with mine, but I’m tetchy about things like rape and overpopulation (meaning people having far too many children). So hopefully the rest of the five million novels I have to read in this series to get to the Hugos won’t veer off into moral preaching land like some of the other Hugos I’ve read. And then I will be able to ignore the improper logic and misplaced humanitarianism and enjoy the sci-fi.

Something I was thinking about, however, while reading was the fact that fantasy novels tend to be set in medieval European worlds with distinct species in place of races where there is justifiable racism and odd treatment of women by modern Western standards. So far, the existence of a patriarchal politically volatile militaristic planet like Barrayar is just that same sort of excuse to have women be the strong sturdy (silent) backbone for men. We shall see. I am probably very wrong in this assumption, but it’s what was at the forefront of my mind at some points.

At any rate, don’t get me wrong. I’m looking forward to the rest of the series. This will simply serve as a reminder to myself should things begin to rub me the wrong way.

Pseudo-Hugo: Red Mars (1993)

Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson
Read March 9, 2010 – March 26, 2010

Premise: An international group of scientists is sent to Mars to perform research and set up a colony, eventually leading to terraforming efforts to make the planet fit for human habitation.

Verdict: This novel didn’t win a Hugo, although it was nominated for one (and lost out to two novels, as this was a year there was a tie.) The final two books of the trilogy, however, won Hugos and this was one was necessary to understand those. This book is so smart and brilliant. The characters all have these flashes of poignant insight into the nature of life and humanity and the universe and I just want to stop and write them down. They make me go “YES! That is what I mean when I say x, y, and z.” This book goes very in-depth into the particular issues involved not only in the scientific and physical struggles of setting up life on Mars but also on the political turmoil and social dynamics of removing a portion of the population to a planet that is then exploited for its natural resources and the cheap labor on the surface. Add in the fact that the amazing scientists discover an immortality treatment and you get major overpopulation on Earth and multi-national corporations fighting to gain control of anything and everything within the scope of humanity. Yeah, ok, so it’s intense. But I really adored it. I loved all the characters, I actually cared about their romantic trifles (this is becoming a rare thing with me—caring about romance), and I love all the detail that Robinson put into this novel.

Can’t wait to read the other two.