Review:
Science Fiction: The 101 Best Novels: 1985 2010, by Damien Broderick & Paul Di Filippo
Publisher: |
Nonstop |
Copyright: |
2012 |
ISBN: |
1-933065-39-7 |
Format: |
Trade paperback |
Pages: |
288 |
I like book reviews and lists of best novels, as a follower of my reviews
probably noticed, so I couldn't resist when this
collection made my radar. A follow-up to the earlier
Science
Fiction: The 101 Best Novels: 1949 1985 by David Pringle (which I have
not read), it is a collection of short (two to three pages, generally)
reviews of 101 recent SF novels. The date spread is fairly balanced: at
least two novels from each year under consideration are featured, and no
year gets more than seven or eight. The authors also clearly tried to
cover the range of what falls under the science fiction genre, from
alternate history through space opera and including novels normally
marketed as mainstream, so the result should contain something to
everyone's taste.
With those characteristics, you may suspect that the "best" part of the
title is a bit questionable, and you would be right. "101 of the better
novels" would be a more accurate description. While most Hugo and Nebula
winners are included here, the section is at times eclectic. But it's
eclectic in the spirit of broad inclusiveness:
Jumper,
Temeraire, or
The Hunger Games would normally not be
included on this sort of list because they're too popular or "light," but
they're here alongside more obscure books (at least for SF readers) like
Galatea 2.2,
Distance Haze, or
My Dirty Little Book of
Stolen Time. I doubt anyone will seriously argue that this selection
should have replaced the Hugo or Nebula short lists, but one doesn't read
review collections like this only to hear about books one already knows
about. Those books one has either already read or already chosen not to
read. The wide-ranging selection makes it likely that something here will
be new to most readers.
The authors, Damien Broderick and Paul Di Filippo, are known reviewers in
the SF world, and I've read reviews from both of them before. I bought
this book largely on the strength of Broderick's name, since I've usually
enjoyed his contributions to
The New York Review of Science
Fiction. Paul Di Filippo was more of a gamble; he's one of the regular
reviewers for
Asimov's Science Fiction and not one of my favorites.
But what I usually disliked about his columns was their focus on obscure
small-press titles, graphic novels, and slipstream, so I was hoping that
an SF review collection aiming towards the genre mainstream would be more
to my taste.
The result is mixed. There are things about this selection, and about the
reviews, that I enjoyed, and there are other things I found quite
annoying.
First, the selection. I could (and will in a moment) talk about good and
bad selections, but I also have a good statistical metric for at least the
alignment of the authors' taste with mine. Of the 107 novels reviewed
here (in several case, duologies and trilogies are given single entries),
I've read 39, or a little over a third. (Note that I've read every Nebula
or Hugo winner in that time period and most of the Hugo nominees, so that
will give you a good feel for how broad-ranging this selection is, and how
far afield of the normal award slates it goes.) My average rating for
those 39 books was 7.49 (including four perfect 10s). By comparison, my
average rating for Hugo winners is 6.68 and for Nebula winners is 7.10.
There was one 4 (
The White Queen) and
one 5 (
Red Mars), and in both cases I
can see why they're here. Of the rest of the books I read I rated them
all at least at 6 out of 10. At least among the books I've read, this
seems to be a solid selection.
Sometimes the details of those selections are odd, though. For example,
the authors make an effort to limit the number of selections for each
author, a wise choice since they're clearly going by diversity. But if
one is operating within that limitation, choosing
Ammonite over
Slow River for Nicola Griffith, or particularly
Ventus over
Lady of Mazes or even
Permanence for Karl Schroeder, is baffling. There were several
similar places where I thought the selection for an author was obscure,
minor, or just missed obvious alternatives. Perhaps this was to fill in
one of the other breadth criteria, such as balancing number of novels per
year or attempting to cover each subgenre.
Also, if one is going to divide science fiction and fantasy and try to
cover only the science fiction (a division that I think is quite
difficult, which is why I don't do it, but it does have the merit of
narrowing the field), including
The
Falling Woman is quite strange. It's a solid book, to be sure, and a
Nebula winner. It is also quite straightforward contemporary fantasy
involving ghosts and Mayan mythology, without a hint of science-fictional
content. Making the protagonists archeologists and scientists doesn't
make the book science fiction. The authors try to defend this
(unpersuasively to me), but it wasn't the only instance here where I
thought their line between science fiction and fantasy was a bit off.
That said, there are a lot of great selections here, including books that
I love but that aren't frequently picked for this sort of list
(
The Fortunate Fall,
The Time Traveler's Wife, or
China Mountain Zhang, for example).
It's great to see underappreciated authors like Linda Nagata, Joan
Slonczewski, and Karl Schroeder featured.
But, of course, one doesn't buy this sort of book just for the list, if
for no other reason than that lists aren't copyrightable and one can
easily find the complete list of reviewed novels
on the Internet (just one example
that turned up in a search). Rather, one reads this sort of book for the
reviews. And that's where this book moves onto more questionable ground.
First, while I realize that everyone has different thresholds for what
they consider spoilers and most professional reviewers are more cavalier
about them than I am, Broderick and Di Filippo cross any line that I
consider reasonable. Most of the reviews are okay, if skirting the
limits, but in several places they give away key reveals of books or
discuss plot twists right up to, or even including, the ending. The
combined review of
The Sparrow and
Children of God is particularly egregious, containing unambiguous,
book-destroying spoilers for
The Sparrow. Giving away the ending
of
Ammonite is only slightly less bad. And those are just two
examples I remember.
This is not okay. The whole point of this sort of collection is to expose
the reader to books they've not yet read but may want to. Proceeding to
spoil the book for them in the course of the review is perverse. This
alone would make me hesitant to recommend this collection.
Second, quite a few of the reviews in this book are, for lack of a better
term, emotionally overreaching. Here's an excerpt of a review picked at
random (
As She Climbed Across the Table by Jonathan Lethem) that
will hopefully illustrate:
Lethem's beautifully balanced, metaphorically rich prose propels this
blackly jolly fable to a surprising yet satisfying conclusion. By
book's end, a sense that the author had accomplished his takeoff
taxiing and was now fully in flight for more cosmopolitan cities
pervades the pages.
What's "beautifully balanced prose"? Could you recognize it? Does that
phrase communicate anything to you other than that the authors liked the
book?
The whole review collection is written with adjectives and metaphors like
this, and after a while it all seems a bit much. It felt like the authors
were straining for ways to describe how important or significant the
books are and, in the process, lost sight of the basic goal of conveying
information about the book. It feels overwrought rather than informative.
Even if one is reviewing the books that one considers the pinnacle of
achievement in science fiction, a conversational tone with concrete
examples and specifics communicates more than impressive but slippery
terms like "metaphorically rich."
Lest I sound entirely negative, one thing that I did appreciate is that
the reviews go to some effort (particularly for their short length) to put
the work in the broader context of the field and within the author's
oeuvre. Often there's some discussion of previous and subsequent work or
related books, and the reviews that feature books from larger series
provide good explanations for why those particular books were singled out.
Sometimes the number of dangling references was frustrating; authors of
these sorts of collections need to remember that most readers will not be
as widely read, and reviewing books largely by comparison to other books
runs the risk of missing the reader's knowledge entirely. But the reviews
convey a real sense of SF as a broad conversation and provide a sense of
the breadth and variety of themes and subgenres available. This is one of
the fun explorations that this sort of catalog lets the authors and reader
do together.
Another, more minor, touch that I appreciated was the cover art. Each
review leads with an image of the reviewed book's cover (alas, only in
black and white for obvious printing reasons). But rather than taking the
obvious approach of using the covers of the first releases, or the covers
from a particular country, they're chosen from all of the world-wide
editions in all their delightful variety. Typical artistic styles for
book covers vary drastically between countries, and getting to see a
sample of artwork from different markets is a treat.
I want to recommend this book. It casts a much broader net than most
collections of its kind and provides some needed attention to smaller
corners of the genre. I was impressed by the book list before I bought
it, and (with the inevitable quibbles) am even more impressed now that
I've read it. Broderick and Di Filippo go out of their way to broaden the
reader's horizon and open up new avenues for reading, which is one of the
best things a review collection can do.
But when reviewers don't avoid spoilers, I just can't recommend their
work. For me, this is a cardinal sin. Combine that with a writing style
that was occasionally overblown and overwritten and the merits don't quite
overcome the flaws. I'm glad I read it; it got me excited about reading
many books I've already purchased but not gotten to, and I got from it
another slew of books to add to my to-purchase list. But I had to read it
uncomfortably and lightly, constantly prepared to jump past a review that
was too revealing.
Rating: 6 out of 10