faustus: (seventies)
( Jan. 22nd, 2011 09:37 pm)
A listing, I fear, and I'll add to this if I recall anything else...

CXXXVI: John Brunner, The Shockwave Rider
CXXXVII: John Brunner, The Jagged Orbit
CXXXVIII: Susan L. # Aberth, Leonora Carrington - Surrealism, Alchemy and Art
CXXXIX: Stefan van Raay, Joanna Moorhead and Teresa Arcq, Surreal Friends: Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo and Kati Horna
CXL: Robert Holdstock, Eye Among the Blind
CXLI: Garry Kilworth, In Solitary
CXLII: Robert Holdstock Garry Kilworth, The Night of Kadar
CXLIII: Len Deighton, SS-GB

I'm sure there's more...
I note that there are two or three books I've read which I've yet to list - and I can't remember if I've read one or two Chelsea Quinn Yarbros. Did I read False Dawn? H'mm... What it that memorable?

CXLV: Gregory Benford, In the Ocean of Night (1977) )

CXLVI: Gregory Benford, Timescape (1980) )

CXLVII: Gregory Benford and William Rotsler, Shiva Descending (1980) )

CXKVIII: Wilson Tucker, The Year of the Quiet Sun )
I forgot to crosspost this

CXXXII: Kate Wilhelm, The Clewiston Test (1976) )

CXXXIII: Richard Brautigan, The Abortion: An Historical Romance 1966 (1971) )

CXXXIV: Richard Brautigan, Dreaming of Babylon: A Private Eye Novel 1942 (1977) )

CXXXV: Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (1972) )

CXXXVI: Barry Malzberg, The Day of the Burning (1974) )

CXXXVII: David Gerrold, Space Skimmer (1972) )

CXXXVIII: Doris Piserchia, Earthchild (1977) )

CXXXIX: Ernest Callenbach, Ecotopia (1975) )

CXL: Robert Silverberg, The Book of Skulls (1972) )

CXLI: Charles Platt, The City Dwellers (1970) )

CXLII: Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, The Mote in God's Eye (1974) )

CXLIII: Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, Lucifer's Hammer (1977) )

Okay, so there seem to be a whole number of 1970s sf narratives about asteroids/comets/meteors hitting or nearly hitting the Earth (Rama, Lucifer's Hammer, In the Ocean of the Night, The Hermes Whatsit, Meteor, among others). Why then? The dinosaurs wiped out by asteroid theory (Alverez et al) appears to be 1980, and there's already tracking agencies by the mid-1960s. But what triggered all these stories (albeit not the first, but a rash of them)? Was it a meteor visible above the US in August 1972? Tunguska publicity?

CXLIV: Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow (1973) )
CXIII-CXIV: Suzy McKee Charnas, Walk to the End of the World / Motherlines )

Thinking aloud: Is it because I am a man that I never quite find representations of separatism comfortable? I wonder if I feel it's a cop out? I don't think it's a fear of a loss of my power, but then I cannot see entirely beyond white male privilege. I can see why women-only spaces are desirable, which is big of me, I know, although the intricacies of sex and gender may undercut these. Turn about is fair play.

I've been rereading Larry Townsend's 2069 (1969) in preparation for the rest of the trilogy which is from the 1970s, and the anti-woman stuff is appalling, as he describes a more homophile universe. I suspect representations of separatism replicate patriarchy's essentialism, albeit with a shift of agency. Motherlines does it better than The Wanderground, but is more of a traditional novel.
faustus: (seventies)
( Jul. 19th, 2010 03:44 am)
Forgot two:

CX: Leigh Brackett, The Hounds of Skaith
CXI: Leigh Brackett, The Reavers of Skaith

Two late novels, the conclusion of the Eric John Stark (or is it John Eric Stark?) trilogy begun with The Ginger Star. I can't say this science fantasy/planetary romance does much for me.

CXII: Barry Malzberg, Phase IV )

I have put flour and stuff in the breadmaker, in the hope of having a breakfast to sleep through.
faustus: (seventies)
( Jul. 18th, 2010 05:14 pm)
Catch up time (and not necessarily in this order or a complete listing):

XCI: D.G. Compton, Chronocules
XCII: D.G. Compton, A Usual Lunacy
XCIII: Michael Coney Sysygy
XCIV: Michael Coney Mirror Image
XCV: Michael Coney Brontomek!
XCVI: Michael Coney Charisma
XCVII: Christopher Priest, A Dream of Wessex
XCVIII: Christopher Priest, Fugue for a Darkening Isle
XCIX: K.W. Jeter, Seeklight
C: K.W. Jeter, The Dreamfields
CI: K.W. Jeter, Morlock Night
CII: Suzette Haden Elgin, The Communipaths
CIII: Suzette Haden Elgin, Furthest
CIV: Suzette Haden Elgin, At the Seventh Level
CV: Suzette Haden Elgin, Star-Anchored, Star-Angered
CVI: H.G. Wells, The Island of Doctor Moreau
CVII: Brian Aldiss, Moreau's Other Island
CVIII: Barry Malzberg, The Sodom and Gomorrah Business
CIX: Barry Malzberg, Revelations
faustus: (seventies)
( Jun. 7th, 2010 05:35 pm)
It all feels like I'm not achieving enough - which is a familiar OCD complaint, so I'm not sure if it's valid. I have finished a novel and watched a film today though, so the tiptoeing continues. I am worried about three trips to London and one to York before the end of the month, but at least these offer several hours' reading time if I can focus on the train.

On Saturday, I needed to get out of the post code, so I went to Faversham with a friend in the morning. I had checked in advance to discover the book fair, but took that as omen rather than an invitation. It's a very familiar set of stock, and is dullsville. This it proved. We had a quick look in the bookshop on Preston St, Books of Faversham, which keeps erratic hours, and nothing jumped out as a purchase, then looked round the market, and shot down to Past Sentence, where I picked up half a dozen items which I needed, and failed to buy Andromeda, one of those books I seem to wrongly assume I have. I got two follow-ups though, and a new copy of The Atrocity Exhibition to replace a lent one. If it hadn't have been so hot I might have hung round to do tourist stuff, but instead I bought cheese (a Kentish brie and a goat's cheese) and a pork shoulder to slow roast, before hitting the train back to the pub.

LXXXVII: William S. Burroughs, Blade Runner (A Movie) (1979) )

LXXXVIII: Michael Moorcock, Breakfast in the Ruins (1972) )

LXXXIX: D.G. Compton, The Electric Crocodile (1970) )

XC: D.G. Compton, The Missionaries (1972) )

Word count:

50100 / 120000 words. 42% done!

I notice many of my sections begin "[subject] is also explored in [title of text]." I must edit these down.
faustus: (seventies)
( Jun. 2nd, 2010 10:52 am)
My sleep pattern is shot again, and the news is depressing. I see Henning Mankell was on the flotilla intercepted by the Israeli. The Israeli state depresses me, especially in the dealings with Palestine. Every time I hear an Israeli spokesperson it turns out that it wasn't their fault, and it was some bastard doing it to them. Sometimes it must be their fault. I gather that it would all come down to proportionality as the flotilla was in international waters; it didn't look or sound proportional to me. Meanwhile, reading old newspapers, I see it was David Laws who didn't appear on Question Time due to Alastair Campbell appearing to promote his new book represent Labour. I wonder if we were spun on the excuse, given the story which then broke?

Some reading on Robert Silverberg - all Extrapolation so far - and a cheat count...

LXXXV: Heinrich von Kleist, "Michael Kohlhaas (From an old chronicle)" (1810) )

LXXXVI: Robert Silverberg, Lord Valentine's Castle (1980) )
faustus: (seventies)
( Jun. 1st, 2010 12:36 am)
Curiously, a couple of days away in Chichester gave more reading opportunities than staying at home - three hours on a train with nice, ten minute connections one way (a train waiting at Tonbridge), three and a half hours back (a generous half hour at Redhill, and a nerve wracking four minutes at Tonbridge).

If I were really insane, I could do it as an offpeak day trip even in the week - in Chichester for just gone one, lunch in The Fountain, peruse of Kim's Bookshop, two hours in the gallery, maybe a circumambulation of the walls, back to the station for about six. A Saturday would add hours according to how early I could rise. Return fare avoiding London, with Network Card £13.20. Bargain.

I note that I've never really read Robert Silverberg. I can think of no reason why - I am rereading Lord Valentine's Castle, which I see I was bought for my sixteenth birthday for reasons which escape me, but I never got on with the subsequent volumes. I might have tried his novel of Nightfall. Which may be reason enough. Oddly, a couple of times I thought "How heteronnormative", only for a reference to homosexual to occur. Still, the plots are about men, and there's a quivery attitude to race.

LXXXII: Robert Silverberg, Dying Inside (1972) )

LXXXIII: Robert Silverberg, The World Inside (1971) )

LXXXIV: Robert Silverberg, Tower of Glass (1970) )
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 26th, 2010 09:52 pm)
Is this an ant burying in sand? I seem to not be reading this week, and the word count isn't progressing quite as I'd like. Two books to report reading, but I'm still thirty pages off finishing Overlay and 150 off A Time of Changes, Silverberg's answer to Babel-17. I have at least six hours' worth of reading time in the next two days, and I must be tough over the bank holiday weekend.

I've seen - and briefly noted - Shivers, Carrie and Alien, and I probably ought to rewatch The Exorcist if I can find the time, even though I've already written it up. I suspect I also need to turn the internet off and write some chunks.

LXXVII: Doris Lessing, Shikasta (1979) )

LXXVIII: Suzette Haden Elgin, The Communipaths (1970) )

The Communipaths and At the Seventh Level came in the post this week. I just ordered some Larry Cohen books (thanks, Roger), and I've been pricing more Malzberg, but he's expensive.

Seasonally adjusted word count (10,000 for biblio added)

48800 / 120000 words. 41% done!

End of first draft 14 October at this rate.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 21st, 2010 01:35 am)
Yesterday was a bit of a trudge, not settling to write, but today, despite an expotition to Paddock Wood and the other Tunbridge Wells, has been more productive of reading. Tomorrow I shall tackle Shikasta.

I awoke this morning to birdsong and a crunching noise; the crunching outlasted the birdsong briefly. A sparrow sang as it went, leg by leg. The trip to Paddock Wood was to see a crucifixion exhibition, the centrepiece of what was designs by Marc Chagall for stained glass windows in Tudeley church. There was another Chagall, a recent discovery, a Gilbert Spencer, a Graham Sutherland or two, a Lee Miller, comic books. Interesting. Then I walked back towards the station and caught a bus to Tunbridge Wells where I was made angry by being diddled out of change and had a sneaky pint of Harvey's Sussex Best. I'd not done this end of Tunbridge Wells before - oddly at the Pantiles, I'd had the sense I was missing something, in fact I thought finding the Pantiles was the rest of Tunbridge Wells, but I hadn't gone uphill from the station before. Despite the coffee shops, I think I prefer my TW. But I found a Julian Graves and bought dried fruit and a Rooks and bought some pork, which even now is slow roasting and smells delicious.

LXXIV: William S. Burroughs, Port of Saints (1973) )

LXXV: Doris Lessing, Briefing for a Descent into Hell (1971) )

LXXVI: Barry Malzberg, The Destruction of the Temple (1973) )
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 19th, 2010 12:23 am)
A productive day, leavened by some bad news. I've also caught up another episode and a half of Ashes to Ashes, which seems to be hinting at the it's-all-a-spaceship solution, and thus more "Major Tom" than "Life on Mars".

I watched - probably rewatched - the first two Omen movies, which would be on the very edge of sf, but for the presumably 1982 (or maybe 1989) setting of Damien: Omen II.

LXXIII: Kilgore Trout, Venus on the Half-Shell (1975) )

And now the bad news: Tom the Cheese Man is to retire. I shall have to go to Whitstable more to use the cheese shop there, or Faversham market. I am not happy, but unsurprised.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 18th, 2010 12:23 am)
Apparently I have to fill in a leave form, and retrospectively claim for any I have taken. H'mmm. Spot the faulty assumption. I also figure with the evening, weekend and statutory days I end up working it's a bit of a moot point. No way do I take thirty days off a year.

A bit of writing, and going through the database to track down the articles I have on Tiptree, and work out which ones are written about. I think she will be spread through the book, but obviously needs a chunk in the gender/feminism chapter. "The Women Men Don't See" and "The Girl Who Was Plugged In", I suspect. I will try for one story a day over the next couple of weeks. It's a rich brew.

I was also staring in a depressed manner at a pile of William Burroughs volumes. I have a 1980s edition of Blade Runner, but I think it was written in the 1970s, the Port of Saints volume I have is the second edition (although still 1980) and The Wild Boys is dated 1969, but has copyright dates up to about 1973. Only Ah Pook is Here looks unproblematic.

I watched The Mind Snatchers (1972) this morning, and then:

LXXII: Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday (1973) )

Venus on the Half-Shell next?

And I note I've reached my tag limit on Dreamwidth. Who knew?
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 17th, 2010 12:48 am)
Reads, not rereads, for once.

LXIX: M. John Harrison, The Committed Men (1971) )

LXX: M. John Harrison, The Centauri Device (1975) )

LXXI: Gardner Dozois, Strangers (1978) )

End of week three, and twenty-seven novels read (nine this week). I need to watch some films and tv, and get a bit of a grip on time out.

Seasonally adjusted word count:

46100 / 120000 words. 38% done!

11 October is the projected end date, so I've pulled back a day, but I have some chunks I need to get written.
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 14th, 2010 09:57 am)
I got a couple of pieces of good news over the last 48 hours - the one of which I can say unlocked is that Ardal O'Hanlon is going to be performing at a gig near me.

LXVII: Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker (1980) )

LXVIII: Kurt Vonnegut, Jailbird (1979) )
faustus: (seventies)
( May. 13th, 2010 04:28 pm)
Reading, writing, and catching a suntan through the window of a coffee shop.

LXIII: Ursula Le Guin, The Dispossessed (1974) )

LXIV: Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction (1971) )

LXV: Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1976) )

LXVI: Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick, Or Lonesome No More! (1976) )

I've been trying to track this quote down for years - I'd thought it was Doctor Who or Douglas Adams, or both, in fact it was Slapstick

[A safety officer has looked at the mess and chaos in Bernard's lab, and shouted at him.]

"My brother said this to him, tapping his own forehead with his fingertips: 'If you think this laboratory is bad, you should see what it's like in here.'"


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