And the poem trails off in the wreckage of the manuscript:
The hot streams ran to the ringed tank. . . .
Where the baths were. . . .
Then is. . . .
. . . that is a noble thing. . . .
. . . the castle. . . the city. . . .
There it ends. The Romans, those departed giants of a misty, all but forgotten age, are gone, but their shattered city remains, a mere vestige of a great civilization that this poet of the simpler Anglo-Saxon culture can scarcely imagine. It is the same effect that we get today when reading some novel of a post-apocalyptic future in which only the stumps and scattered fragments of the structures of our civilization survive, stirring awe in the few wandering people of that future age, who speculate on the identities and purposes of the unknown ancient builders. The chief difference is that the ruins of this poem are real ones, not the work of some fantasist; the similarity arises because the Anglo-Saxon poet saw them through the eyes of a mythmaker, even as a modern writer of science fiction or fantasy would do. To him, the ancients were giants, their empire a radiant one, their treasure immense, and kingdom followed kingdom for a hundred generations until, suddenly, astonishingly, the whole great city was brought to ruin and its very name lost to memory. What we take away from “The Ruin” is the knowledge that everything is transient. The present perpetually devours the future and transforms it into the past. The poem, once read, can never be forgotten: its unknown author has given us a potent view of the succession of ages. And SF, now and then, offers us the same long perspective that shows us our own era through the eyes of our remote descendants, and we shiver in a kind of pleasurable fright as the shock of recognition sweeps through us.
Copyright © 2010 Robert Silverberg
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ON THE NET: WARNING:THE INTERNETS MAY BE HAZARDS TO YOUR HEALTH!
James Patrick Kelly
---nope---
Whenever a new and revolutionary information technology appears, naysayers always swarm. Television? Yes. Radio? Check. Newspapers? Right. Gutenberg and his printing press? Absolutely. Scrolls? Yes, even handwritten manuscripts—the primordial book technology at the foundation of our world culture—had critics. Consider this:
... for this discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners’ souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves. The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence, and you give your disciples not truth, but only the semblance of truth; they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality.
The speaker here is none other than Socrates, as imagined by Plato and translated by Benjamin Jowett. His dialogue Phaedrus
Now I have to admit that Socrates ... er ... Plato has a point here. I read Phaedrus in an Intro to Philosophy course back when I was in college, but I make no claim to remembering it. I found this quote by typing “Plato worries about books” into Google. Thus, when I casually namecheck two of the greatest philosophers of the ancient world, I fulfill Socrates’ prophecy: “... they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality.”
Wait a minute . . . tiresome?
---generational smarts---
Of course, I did read Phaedrus once upon a time and I happen to remember who Socrates and Plato were and what they believed—at least in general. So I knew enough to ask the right question to find a citation that makes me look more intelligent than I really am. But perhaps that is the new definition of intelligence in the age of the internet. If one knows the broad outline of human knowledge, then might it not be best to offload the messy details from your memory to Google’s servers, or even to discover them on an as-needed basis?
Welcome to the world of the net evangelists. All kinds of claims have been made about how the children of the net—why not call them the Google Generation?—have an intellectual leg up on their grandparents, the Baby Boomers
The evangelists point to a number of studies to back up their claims that the internet is changing the world for good and forever. Perhaps the most obvious is the Flynn Effect
As I type this, one of the best known net evangelists has a new book out that describes the coming digital age. In 2008 Clay Shirky
Now comes Shirky’s Cognitive Surplus
---or not---
A lot of what Clay Shirky says also makes sense to one Nicolas Carr
unbridled enthusiasm for the cyber-revolution. You might remember Carr from his notorious 2008 polemic in the Atlantic “Is Google Making Us Stupid?”
To understand Carr’s thesis we need to see how our view of the brain has changed over time. When you were in school, you were probably taught that the adult brain was pretty much immutable. All the growth and change it was capable of supposedly happened during your childhood. By time you were a teen, your brain had assumed the form it would keep for the rest of your life—hardened like concrete, as it were. The only change possible was degenerative; you would gradually lose mental capacity as you aged.
But in the 1970s, the neuroscientist Michael Merzenich
Which brings us—briefly—back to Carr; we’ll give him his due in the next installment. But the crux of his argument is this: “. . . if, knowing what we know today about the brain’s plasticity, you were to set out to invent a medium that would rewire our mental circuits as quickly and thoroughly as possible, you would probably end up designing something that looks and works a lot like the internet.” While I do not necessarily agree with all of his reservations about this state of affairs, I believe that he has a point when he writes, “the Net may well be the single most powerful mind-altering technology that has ever come into general use . . . since the book.”
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And here is where we return to the heartland of our genre. Because isn’t this what the cyberpunks were going on about back in the eighties before there was a world wide web? Remember that those were early days, before the Mac, before mice or hard disks. Windows had not yet opened and MS-DOS ruled the earth. When William Gibson published Ne uromancer
Like all savvy SF writers, the cyber-punks skipped the invention stories and went right to the impact of technology stories. To them cyberspace was not just a literary conceit or a collection of cool gadgets; it was a new way of thinking and living. Was anyone surprised when Timothy Leary
But imagine the famous commercial recast: This is your brain. This is your brain on Facebook.
Any questions?
Copyright © 2010 James Patrick Kelly
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Our February issue is crammed full of ground-breaking and evocative tales. Paul McAuley’s February’s cover story is a profoundly moving coming-of-age tale about “The Choice” two young men have to make in a future that is not too far from our own time, yet utterly alien from today’s world. The art for this unforgettable novella is by Paul Youll. The far future, and all its attendant weirdnesses, comes roaring “Out of the Dream Closet” in David Ira Cleary’s endlessly inventive new novelette. You’ll have to move fast to keep up with all the ideas piling into this remarkable story.
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Have your passport ready for the next stop in February’s around-the-world tour. Sara Genge delivers a severe interpretation of “Waster Mercy” in the harsh desert of a future France. Tim McDaniel’s previous tales for us have been amusing short shorts. “Brother Sleep” strikes a different tone as a group of Thai college students begin to discover how gene tweaking will affect their future. The United States is barely recognizable in best-selling author Jeff Carlson’s hard-hitting “Planet of the Sealies.” Aliette de Bodard steps across cultures and off planet to reveal how uncompromising Aztec rituals could affect space travel and “Shipbirth” in an alternate reality. In the year that marks the fortieth anniversary of Bill Pronzini and Barry N. Malzberg’s collaborations, this dynamic duo’s latest endeavor examines just how disposable our possessions and our lives can be when it’s “The Eve of Beyond.”
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Paul Di Filippo
City Lover
In June 2007, humanity passed a landmark in its history: for the first time more people lived in cities than otherwise. The city is one of the most significant, useful, and complex “inventions” in the annals of our species. It’s a technology we literally inhabit, and as such, like water to a fish, goes invisible too often. Whether the development of cities can be conclusively put down to the ease and variety of sexual congress the urban scene affords—a theory first proposed by Chip Delany in his Nevèrÿon tales, and a notion at the center of the book under discussion below—the city as organism and as a tool of humanity will figure largely in our future.
A recent anthology edited by John Scalzi, METAtropolis (whose title, fittingly enough, my errant eye always twists to MEATropolis), focused on the speculative future of urban life. But now comes a more lyrical, single-author story collection that looks at cities in a more fantastical, rather than sober stefnal light: Brendan Connell’s Metrophilias (Better Non Sequitur, trade paper, $12.00, 102 pages, ISBN: 978-0974323572).
Metrophilias consists of thirty-six micro-fictions or prose poems, each bearing a city name as title, with table of contents arranged alphabetically. (Some letters of the alphabet get extra entries.) The shared theme of all the highly varied pieces is the distinctive types of lovers to be found in each locale.
Here are some standout
s.
In “Athens,” the lust of certain citizens turns toward old statues.
In “Edinburgh,” a man falls in love with a single letter of the alphabet.
“London” gives us a fellow who consorts with spirits only.
One unlikely portion of the female anatomy becomes a fetish in “Oslo.”
“Peking” discloses a man’s surreal love for ceramics.
And finally, in “Zurich,” the true amatory powers of scent are shown.
Connell’s assured writing might call to mind such fellow-travelers as Jeff VanderMeer, Darren Speegle, Clark Ashton Smith, and even Italo Calvino. His deftness at packing so much into such short pieces is admirable. And the book’s organizing conceit is quite clever and well-played. Reading this book is somehow equivalent to listening to U2’s panoramic “Beautiful Day.”
I eagerly anticipate, as should you, the 2012 publication of Connell’s related book from PS Publishing, The Metanatural Adventures of Dr. Black.
Up the Infinite Corridor
Some years ago, James Stoddard wrote two great novels that I absolutely loved: The High House (1998) and The False House (2000). He’s had a few swell short stories in print since, but no subsequent book appearances, a sad fact I attribute to the lackluster, short-sighted state of the publishing industry, and perhaps just slightly to the quirky nature of Stoddard’s books. For, you see, his fantasy debut and its sequel were not your standard Tolkienesque quest tale. They involved a mysterious, eternal structure bigger on the inside than the outside, in which a host of archetypes and quirky humans dwelled. John Wright’s War of the Dreaming duology had a cousinly feel. Full of allusions to past milestone fantasies, the books moved at their own enigmatic pace and contained a wealth of wonders.
Now, proving that no good trope lies fallow for long, comes The World House (Angry Robot, mass-market paper, £7.99, 411 pages, ISBN 978-0-00-734504-5), by Guy Adams. It’s a uniquely different interpretation of the riff, not the same feat Stoddard performed—essentially stefnal, in fact—and I just hope that Adams fares better commercially with his approach than his predecessor did.
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