As with my discussion of the Best Novel shortlist (parts One and Two) and Best Shorter Fiction shortlist (here), I’m not ranking these but I will reveal the one I put in first place in the ballot. Although having said that, I found it difficult to make a decision because the shortlisted works are all quite different in form (even the two 400+ page author studies significantly vary in their approach) and on another day I may well have chosen otherwise. As discussed in my ‘Thoughts’ on the Shorter Fiction shortlist, the BSFA has limited resources and is not in a position to run multiple Non-Fiction awards for works in different categories (indeed, given that this award was nearly dropped a few years ago, we should be grateful that it exists at all). However, even if the variety makes it difficult to choose between them, I think we should see it as a positive thing because the range here – an online essay, a book-length creative-writing guide, an author study written outside the academic literary-critical apparatus, an author study written within the academic literary critical apparatus, and an edited collection of academic essays – is broadly representative of the range of the SFF non-fiction field today. I apologise in advance for the disparity in length of these reviews. I have already written a 4000-word review of Sideways in Time and I could easily write as much again for both the Heinlein and Wells books and therefore struggled to rein myself in. I further apologise for the second paragraph of the Wells review which perhaps veers a little off topic for the purposes of the BSFA Awards but I am, for my sins, an academic working in the field of English Literature.
Jo Lindsay Walton, ‘Away Day: Star Trek and the Utopia of Merit’ (Big Echo)
This essay is available online here. Walton begins by suggesting that the Star Trek franchise might be considered as a critical utopia which is to say that it doesn’t present an ideal social system but shows contradictory glimpses of different, impulses and articulations which we can think about and play around with (for example, by writing essays about). Walton examines Manu Saadia’s Trekonomics: The Economics of Star Trek (2016) by focusing on the concept of work which we might think of as a source of meaning but which is also inherently problematic just in the different senses that we use the word. Viewed through the lens of Star Trek these meanings congregate around the idea of ‘techno-meritocracy’. This sounds good and is based on the idea of technology being able to perform the task that markets have historically failed at, by being accurate, removing perverse incentives and promoting social justice and the common good. Or as Walton puts it, ‘could some kind of Artificial Intelligence replace and improve on money?’ The discussion of this point leads to the observation of how emerging paradigms often turn out to be ‘retrospectively applicable’: what if money has always been a form of AI? The market-based societies we live in are just another ‘subset of unsuccessful techno-meritocracies’. Quite! Somehow I feel we are shortly going to experience that realisation on a more material level than through watching Star Trek. In fact, we already are. At this point, Walton does indeed move beyond Star Trek. I won’t try and summarise the entire argument but I love the way that ‘a utopia of merit’ becomes increasingly problematised: ‘Meritocracy is quite obviously an ideological instrument of the worst kinds of capitalism, and to attempt to make a space to think through a radical and redeemed version might just be totally naïve’. The essay ends enigmatically but also productively with Walton transcribing responses from Adam King’s neural network Talk to Transformer. This feels like a ?? question, problem, project?? that has to be advanced collectively – in the way that SF criticism and discussion does. My response is not therefore a critical evaluation but to view this as an invitation. Or, perhaps, a gift requiring reciprocity?
Gareth L Powell, About Writing (Luna Press, kindle edition)
‘Writing is not a career for those who crave instant gratification!’ Ain’t that the truth! This is a book of tips and tricks to get you writing even if you lack the motivation to get out of bed. I’m not going to summarise them because people who are interested should buy the book. Although I can tell you that one of the chapters is very aptly titled ‘How to keep being creative in a crisis’. Neither am I going to assess this book because its proof is in its working. Either it gets someone to put pen to paper and complete a manuscript or it doesn’t. If it does succeed in this, it will have done its job and will most likely then be put aside. In an uncertain juncture like the present it might be enough to get people going and that will be an achievement in itself. To really do this justice, I’d have to try its techniques out for myself and keep a record of the results. Watch this space . . .
Glyn Morgan & C Palmer-Patel (Eds), Sideways in Time: Critical Essays on Alternate History Fiction (Liverpool University Press, 203pp.)
This is an extract from the conclusion to my full-length review (available here): This is a fine collection which is extremely well-edited: a number of useful comparisons are made between chapters allowing readers to make connections and think about the wider issues entailed. There is also a foreword from Stephen Baxter which, far from the typical enthusiastic-but-brief note, is a substantive contribution in its own right, discussing a range of alternate histories by writers such as Harry Turtledove and Harry Harrison. All in all, Sideways in Time is a significant addition to science fiction scholarship in general and alternate history in particular. It also raises fundamental and pressing questions about agency that we need to consider in the context of a twenty-first century which is turning out to be very different from its predecessor. While this reviewer, the editors and contributors, and probably most of the readers of this volume, will broadly agree that history is a more complex matter than the actions of great (straight, white) men, the problem is that a belief in abstract historical process very readily slips into a Panglossian acceptance of things as they are and very slowly getting better, which tends to favour the status quo and entail straight white men remaining in positions of power for the meantime until some notional point in the future when infinitesimal incremental change results in a ‘diverse and inclusive’ utopia. To recast the difference between these two historical approaches once again in terms of British politics, this is akin to saying we’re doomed forever to have to choose between Boris Johnson and Tony Blair.
This apparent paradox by which the Carlylian and Structuralist models of history turn out to make practically no difference may be examined by returning again to Adam Roberts’s chapter at the beginning of the book, which includes a riff on nineteenth-century America in which he points out it possesses history in contradictory ways: too little as a new nation, too much in terms of the old world associations of its settlers, and a third history of its aboriginal inhabitants. The competing alternate history timelines of Murray Leinster’s ‘Sidewise in Time’ (1934), which provides the name for this collection, complies with this logic of an America of contradictory histories. Roberts implies that the genres of alternate history and science fiction, as predominantly American genres, are inflected by these American histories, which hold out the illusion of a ‘paradigmatically sciencefictional model of history’ (41) in which a push and a shove take us into the promised land. Against this, he argues that ‘anticipations of a specific future will inevitably, eventually, be overtaken by actual historical process’. The Tolstoyan ‘flow of supraindividual forces’ will overtake ‘the Geoffroyan fantasy of a point of stoppage to history as such’ (44). Science fiction, Roberts concludes, is a history of branching paths deviating from baseline history that have been left beached by the receding tide of historical process and is therefore apochryphal by nature. However, the traditional response to multiplying branches of apocrypha, has been insistence on a canon; a phenomenon that is as prevalent in commercial SFF as it is in great religions. It seems to me that we need to try and get away from models of history as process that legitimate the status quo by default. The way to do this is not simply to challenge the portrayal of great (straight white) men as historical agents but actively to show women, queer people and people of colour as historical agents in contexts in which hierarchical, patriarchal systems of power are rejected and dismantled. The tendency of some recent science fiction which does this – such as N.K. Jemisin’s Broken Earth trilogy (2015-17), Simon Ings’s The Smoke (2017) and Tade Thompson’s Wormwood trilogy (2016-9) – to also explicitly remove (sometimes by outright destruction) America from their historical frameworks points towards a twenty-first century science fiction which has moved beyond the conflicts of a specifically American-inflected history. In this future the question of ‘what if’ would literally open the floodgates to a range of possible alternatives and not enmesh us within paradigms predicated on the supremacy of straight white males. My hopes for the direction of further scholarship in the field of alternate history would be to build on the strengths of this volume and proceed to explore new paradigms that do not always float tantalisingly just in front of us but can be fought for in the here and now.
Adam Roberts, H. G. Wells: A Literary Life (Palgrave Macmillan, 452pp.)
Literary Lives is a long-running academic series from Palgrave and it’s fair to say that some (though by no means all) of the volumes that have appeared over the years are fairly bland and insipid introductory texts that have achieved little more than to serve the needs of undergraduate essay writing. In sharp contrast, Roberts’s book on Wells is a full-on major work of, at-times brilliantly argued, literary criticism that thoroughly supports his contention that ‘Wells was a literary artist of immense, underappreciated talent, a writer whose literary genius, whilst it must of course be central to a literary biography, deserves to be resurrected in a much broader context too’ (430). Although Roberts deploys the theoretical toolkit (readers should prepare themselves for lots of Freud, some Lacan, and various resonances of Western Marxism and Poststructuralism) that has been hegemonic from the 1990s until recently, he is above all an extremely gifted close reader. I forgive his characteristic tendency to playfully irritate and annoy because through these means he does provoke us to think about Wells’s texts in new and different ways (and doesn’t just end up irritating and annoying us as less-able exponents of this approach are wont to do). So, despite some quibbles, I thoroughly endorse this book for its comprehensive readings of Wells’s fictional texts, which often run to several pages or more. Roberts’s achievements in this respect can be summarised in three ways: he made me think again about the early sf classics such as The Time Machine (1895) and War of the Worlds (1898); he gave me greater insight into my favourite Wells novels such as Kipps (1905), Tono-Bungay (1909) and The History of Mr Polly (1910); and he made me realise (much to my surprise) that I do in fact not only want but really need to read novels such as The World of William Clissold (1926), The Autocracy of Mr Parham (1930) and Apropos of Dolores (1938). My first step in this direction will be to follow Robert’s recent suggestion in the Guardian and read Mr Britling Sees It Through (1916).
I’m not sure if the book is so successful in conveying Wells the person as it is in writing about his fiction (Roberts also deserves a medal for reading all of Wells’s non-fiction so that we don’t have to). Roberts displays some odd tics by describing the 46-year-old Wells as being of ‘advanced age’ (261) and the 66-year-old Wells as ‘an old man’ (364). We never really get to the bottom of Well’s relationship to his wife Catherine/‘Jane’ because despite occasional provisos to the effect that ‘we just don’t know how Catherine felt about H.G’s sexual incontinence’ (362), Roberts’s repeated use of terms such as ‘unfaithful’ and ‘cheating’ makes it clear where he stands on this issue and this clouds objective discussion. It is normally assumed that Wells and ‘Jane’ had some sort of arrangement and it seems weird to make marital fidelity such a sticking point in a twenty-first century which considers consent to be the key ethical consideration. Roberts also quotes Adam Phillips to the effect that monogamy is the only possible form of relationship, which quite simply feels wrong. While discussing Well’s account of his visit to the Soviet Union, Russia in the Shadows (1921) – which is a non-fiction book that I now want to read – Roberts comments that after meeting Wells, ‘Lenin told Trotsky he was “an unreconstructed bourgeois”, a judgement with which it is hard to disagree’ (292). Yet the whole point about Wells is that as the son of a domestic servant he was anything but bourgeois. His career was impossible in terms of the social rigidities of the Victorian England he was born into and although that society underwent rapid change from the economic depression of the 1870s onwards, the fact that Wells not only understood the significance of those changes but was able to establish himself as a writer before the end of the century is one of the most extraordinary achievements in the history of English literature. He served as an example for the working-class and lower-middle-class writers who followed him, such as D.H. Lawrence and the proletarian writers of the 1930s. Roberts is on stronger ground when he suggests that ‘a fruitful way of reading late Wells’ is to see his preoccupation with the end of history as ‘the collapse of bourgeois individualism’ (423). There is a lot more I could write about this (and hopefully I will do at some point) but there is not really space here to do more than suggest that the significance of Wells – a writer who, as Roberts shows, was capable at his best of representing female agency and self-actualisation (see the brilliant reading of Ann Veronica [1909]) – is that he charts the parameters of patriarchal bourgeois individualism and reacts differently to the hollowness or horror that sits at its heart than his modernist peers and contemporaries: Ford Madox Ford, Henry James and Joseph Conrad. In this respect, Wells is still significant for English Literature today. The ‘postmodern’ paradigm which seemed dominant in the 1990s has almost completely evaporated since the 2008 financial crisis leaving literary intellectuals floundering around looking for an explanatory model (and clutching at straws such as ‘metamodernism’) in a world that has been radically transformed. A return to Wells, the working-class writers he inspired, and the women writers he knew and (whatever his faults) genuinely liked, seems to me to provide the best chance of forming the type of coalition necessary to win the culture wars. But I have digressed! The mark of a good book is that it inspires you to engage with it, argue with it, and formulate your own positions: this is a good book and I know that I will return to its readings in the years to come.
Farah Mendlesohn, The Pleasant Profession of Robert A. Heinlein (Unbound, 463pp.)
This book was initially commissioned for the University of Illinois Modern Masters of Science Fiction series but grew too long for that format and so moved to the crowdfunding publisher, Unbound. The result is a handsome hardback (with better copyediting than Roberts’s Palgrave volume). The extra length is clearly essential and gives Mendlesohn the space to build up a sophisticated reading of Heinlein’s work which is explained mainly through plain language and illustrative quotation rather than specialist critical vocabulary. This is both effective and convincing, giving someone like myself with no great prior interest in Heinlein a real insight into his work and an understanding of why it matters. In the Preface, Mendlesohn notes that (as primarily a historian) she is ‘not strictly a literary critic’ and therefore she is not bothered about Heinlein’s style but rather with teasing ‘out what I find fascinating about Heinlein, good, bad and reprehensible, and to understand his work as a close-to-fifty-year-long argument with himself and those he admired’ (xii-xiii). This provides an interesting contrast with Roberts’s book on Wells because while he is very much bothered with Wells’s style, that might also have been presented as a man’s fifty-year-long argument with himself and those he admired. However, rather than evaluate the contrasting value of two books which I both greatly admired and hugely enjoyed, I want to think in part about the way Mendelsohn’s book complements Roberts’s and actually suggest answers for some of the questions he raises. In a discussion of a dream in Well’s The Happy Turning (1945), Roberts writes ‘Wells was a self-made man in the material and financial sense of the phrase, but his real desire (this dream suggests) is to be what nobody can be, self-made in an ontological sense’ (Roberts, 419). However, Heinlein finds a way to represent exactly such a possibility fictionally in ‘“All you Zombies–”’ (1959). Mendlesohn’s analysis of this story contextualises this self-making in terms of contemporary mid-twentieth-century values that had remained relatively unchanged since the late Victorian period discussed in Alice Dreger’s Hermaphrodites and the Medical Invention of Sex (2000), when (in Mendlesohn’s words) ‘medical practices became ever more concerned to defend the boundaries of masculinity and construct the walls of femininity’ (371). As Mendlesohn further notes, Jane (the intersex protagonist of the story) undergoes gender realignment without adopting the heteronormative performance that was supposed (according to sexologists of the time) to accompany it: ‘In no sense at the end of the story has Jane’s personal gender identity changed […] Gender identity in this [story] is fixed; the body is mutable’ (372). This carries various implications within the cumulative structure of Mendlesohn’s book and forms part of her concluding chapter on ‘Heinlein’s Gendered Self’, leading on to the discussion of whether Heinlein is writing himself as a woman in To Sail Beyond the Sunset (1987). The point here is that Heinlein’s particular rejection of patriarchal bourgeois individualism takes the form of writing women from the inside and the validation of family understood as comprised ‘of wives and husbands, of kids and cats, and also of friends of both bed and book’ (413). In this way, he escapes the horror and hollowness of the collapse of bourgeois individualism. A reading of Wells conducted in the manner Mendelsohn employs to examine Heinlein, through thematic analysis ranging across works rather than reading book by book in chronological order, might actually paint a very different picture to one that seems to culminate in a mind at the end of its tether. Heinlein, like Wells, was ‘an amoral man who wished to work out a new sexual code’ (341) and one of the ways he did this was by writing women as sexual agents who self-actualise through sex. Mendlesohn’s achievement is to present this positively and compellingly – as opposed to viewing it as tacky and voyeuristic – by writing a book set within a worldview that isn’t heteronormative or constrained by nineteenth-century binaries.
There is much more detailed and persuasive analysis of Heinlein’s writing along the way to this conclusion and I came away with another long list of books that I now want to read. Admittedly not Farnham’s Freehold (1964) – although I found the long and absorbing analysis of it helpful – or the later novels. It is mainly the juveniles that Mendlesohn has sold me on with her obvious love and enthusiasm but also because she shows them to present an interesting lens on mid-century America: so Red Planet (1949), Between Planets (1951), The Star Beast (1954), Tunnel in the Sky (1955) and Podkayne of Mars (1963) are all very much on the TBR list now. However, my first port of call is going to have to be I Will Fear No Evil (1970), which Mendlesohn analyses extensively, including a fascinating comparison with Angela Carter’s The Passion of New Eve (1977), before concluding that ‘it repeats in a sense the ending of ‘“All you Zombies–”’ but where that ended in miserable isolation, this ends in a collective triumphalism’ (382). I very much want to read that now. One final contrast with Roberts’s book on Wells: instead of seeking to resurrect a writer’s literary reputation, Mendlesohn notes that is unclear if Heinlein will retain influence and states ‘For all I value Heinlein I do not require him to continue to be read or valued as contemporary fiction’ (xiii). That’s an interesting point: for all my commitment to (modern and) contemporary literature and its study, I think I will follow this example and not require Heinlein, Wells or any other writer to be read but rather I will seek to focus on showing such writers and their historical role as contributing to where we are now. Overall, then, this is another very good book and, moreover, one whose model I am seriously contemplating adapting for projects that I have in mind but wasn’t quite sure how to avoid the pitfalls of the standard academic lit crit book.
Thoughts: I was going to write a lengthy piece here but this is already overlong, so I’ll be brief. What this list tells us about our current historical juncture I would suggest is that there is a shift in critical consciousness. SFF has fully penetrated academia but academia, especially Eng Lit (under pressure from a rapid year-on-year decline in GCSE and A level students), is in retreat. The appetite for ruthless criticism and the ‘hermeneutics of suspicion’ is diminishing. The future of academic publishing is unclear. I was surveyed last year on behalf of the major university presses on whether I thought monographs were still a viable part of publishing. It might be that the future of such publications is very limited and that ultimately those of us who want to write such works need to follow the example of Mendlesohn. It is certainly clear that things need to change. In order to take the SFF public sphere forward we need more generous readings in transformative contexts. We need arguments to take place and ideas to circulate in public. We need to integrate creative approaches back into generous criticism and vice versa. In other words, we need to include all the activity covered by this varied shortlist. We need a new historical framework – I’m tempted to say we need to jump tracks on to a new timeline – and on that basis I ended up giving my first preference to Sideways in Time but I intend to take inspiration from all of this work.
[Edit:] And the winner was: Farah Mendlesohn for The Pleasant Profession of Robert A. Heinlein.