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From This Day Forward — John Brunner

Published on August 13, 2025Leave a comment

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From This Day Forward
John Brunner
176 pages
published in 1972

Because I’m easily influenced, when I saw James Nicoll’s review of this, I went digging through my shelves of Yellow(ing) DAW paperbacks to see if I had it. Which indeed I did. As I had a two hour long commute the next day, I thought this slim, 176 page could be easily finished during it. Alas, I spent too long doom scrolling first so irritatingly the very last story had to be finished on the way back.

John Brunner is not a writer I’ve read many sort stories of and certainly not any I can remember of the top of my head. From me he’s always been a novelist first and foremost, mainly thanks to his quartet of dystopian novels he wrote in the late sixties to mid-seventies: Stand on Zanzibar (1968), The Jagged Orbit (1969), The Sheep Look Up (1972) and The Shockwave Rider (1975). Each of those tackled a different fashionable doom, from overpopulation and pollution to the threat of computer hackers. Before that, Brunner had been mostly writing decent but unremarable pulp sf, making the same sort of career change as Robert Silverberg did in the US when the New Wave struck.

It’s not just that Brunner tackled serious topics in a pessimistic manner, running counter to the strapping can-do attitude of Campbellian science fiction, but that he actually used literary techniques no self respecting Analog writer would wish to be associated with. Stand on Zanzibar especially benefited from Brunner adopting John Dos Passos’ fragmented story telling techniques Passos had developed for his U.S.A. trilogy, dragging science fiction kicking an screaming into the cutting edge of 1930s literature.

Not that any of this is noticeable from this particular collection, spanning stories published from 1955 to 1972. None of the literary sparkle of those four novels is present here. These are straight forwardly told tales, of a type that any science fiction writer of the period could’ve written. These are all classic O’Henry-esque twist stories, something an Asimov could’ve also written. The only difference perhaps being the faint pessimism most are infused with. It’s instructive to see where these stories were first published, from New Worlds< and The Magazine of Fantasy & Science fction to Analog and Galaxy, running the entire spectrum of sf magazines.

This is the sort of science fiction story I grew up on and reading these felt like coming home. If none of them were particularly memorable, at least they were entertaining. If you’re new to Brunner this isn’t the best book to pick up. You’re better off trying one of the Doomsday Quartet novels I mentioned above. From This Day Forward contains the following, as taken from the ISFDB:

[1] • A “From This Day Foreword”, As It Were • (1972) • essay by John Brunner
[2] • From This Day Forward (frontispiece) • interior artwork by Jack Gaughan
7 • The Biggest Game • (1956) • short story by John Brunner
18 • The Trouble I See • (1959) • short story by John Brunner
28 • An Elixir for the Emperor • (1964) • novelette by John Brunner
48 • Wasted on the Young • (1965) • short story by John Brunner
60 • Even Chance • (1965) • short story by John Brunner
72 • Planetfall • (1965) • short story by John Brunner
89 • Judas • (1967) • short story by John Brunner
96 • The Vitanuls • (1967) • short story by John Brunner
115 • Factsheet Six • (1968) • novelette by John Brunner
141 • Fifth Commandment • (1970) • short story by John Brunner
157 • Fairy Tale • (1970) • short story by John Brunner
169 • The Inception of the Epoch of Mrs. Bedonebyasyoudid • (1971) • short story by John Brunner
175 • The Oldest Glass • (1972) • poem by John Brunner

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet — Becky Chambers

Published on May 11, 2025Leave a comment

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The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet
Becky Chambers
518 pages
published in 2014

Galactic civilisation depends on wormhole travel. But before anybody can travel wormholes, somebody needs to build them first. This is where a ship like the Wayfarer comes in. Equipped with tools to create and drag a wormhole to where it’s needed, it can travel independently, it just takes much longer to get there, months or even years instead of near-instantaneously. A ship like the Wayfarer therefore depends not just on a competent crew, but one that’s close knit and able to stand each other’s company on those long voyages. And into this multi-species crew comes Rosemary Harper, newly hired clerk for the ship on her first job straight out of university on Mars. Even under normal circumstances it would be a challenge for Rosemary to make a place for herself among a group of people who’ve been working and living together for years, but she also hides a secret: she isn’t who she seems to be. Worse, Rosemary joins at just the right time for the Wayfarer to undertake its most ambitious, dangerous job ever: doing a blind punch to a system near the Galactic Core, home to one clan of an alien species newly admitted to the Galactic Commons, a species still at war with itself…

The perfect setup for a classic space opera story, in which our ragtag band of tunnel borers somehow save the Galaxy from some menace or other, but this is not quite the story Becky Chambers wants to tell. what interests her instead are the crew dynamics and how Rosemary fits in with her new co-workers. Her boss, captain Ashby is a human in love with an Aeluon woman, the two repair and tunneling technicians, Jenks and Kizzy are human too as is algae specialist Corbin. Ont he alien side there’s Sissix, a reptilian Aandrisk, the pilot of the ship and Dr. Chef, a Grum, a species that choose to let itself die out. As you guess from his name, he’s the ship’s cook and doctor. That the Wayfarer can navigate the wormhole tunnels at all is due to Ohan, a symbiotic being. Finally there’s the ship AI, Lovely, whom Jenkins is in love with. Among these people Rosemary has to find a place to fit in, as she slowly learns to get to know them during the long mission to that small, angry planet of the title.

Originally self published in 2014, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet caused quite a stir in 2015 and 2016, being nominated that year for most of the UK’s most prestigious science fiction awards: The Clarke Award, The Kitchies and the British Fantasy Awards. Because so focused on exploring relationships, gender and emotions rather than alien civilisations and strange new planets it also drew a lot of ire from sf fandom’s resident troglodytes, the Sad/Rabid Puppies. Which in turn led to a lot of their opponents to start champion it both for its own merits and as the sort of science fiction that annoyed reactionary scum like that. In the long term this may have hurt it somewhat as its reputation got exaggerated.

I first read The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet and reread it earlier this year. At the time I liked it well enough but never got around to write up how I felt about it. Rereading it, I still liked it, but I can see why some people are annoyed by it for reasons outside of its politics. At times it feels as if you’re following Rosemary doing side quests in Mas Effect to find out her new companions’ tragic pasts, just with a lot more talking and a lot less action. There’s also remarkably little friction between crew members: everybody gets along with everybody else, with the sole exception of Corbin, who is a bit of a pain in the neck by the book busybody and somewhat racist in his relationships with the non-human members of the crew. A bit like Blakey from On the Buses to use a reference older than me. The rest of the crew barely tolerates him and you wonder why he’s there. You feel the author’s thumb on the scale with him.

I can understand then why somebody like British science fiction critic Paul Kincaid, not a reactionary fellow by any means, loathes it:

But in Chambers you get no sense that meeting across the divide involves any real and continuing sense of discomfort, that you might choose awkwardness in order to engage with the other. Everything in Chambers struck me as too comfortable, too easy, every challenge was overcome with the minimum of bother and no genuine sense of threat.

Even if I disagree with it, I can understand where he’s coming from. In a way it reads like fanfiction. The emphasis on relationship and characters talking to each other, the lack of action, the vague feeling you’re already supposed to know these people. It certainly scratches the same itch fanfic does for me. If what you want from your science fiction is something that challenges you, either with ideas, plot or writing, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet will disappoint you. If you want something that’s humanist and uplifting in the broadest sense of the words, something comforting but not patronising, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet is ideal. And I think this is what ironically made it such a polarising book at the time, as these qualities immediately repulsed Puppies as much as it attracted more progressive science fiction readers. Depending on your allegiance you had to either like or dislike it, which has made it difficult to judge on its own merits.

It also inevitably led to a backlash as fandom has moved away from that particular controversy and new readers and critics started to re-examine it, which is where we are now. The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet kicked of a wave of similar “cozy” science fiction and fantasy books and not all of them were as good as Chambers’, which means that by now it has gotten in for an undeserved bit of kicking as the exemplar of unchallenging Tumblr generation “woke” fiction. On its own though it is an enjoyable read, novel for the emphasis it puts on emotions and relationships in a subgenre that’s usually more concerned with battles and existential crisises.

Sleutelmomenten: Joost Swarte — Ward Wijndelts

Published on April 27, 2025Leave a comment

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Sleutelmomenten: Joost Swarte
Ward Wijndelts
223 pages
published in 2024

Joost Swarte is the Netherlands’ internationally most famous cartoonist, whose work has been translated from Dutch into English, French and other languages since the seventies. His Modern Papier series was, together with Tante Leny Presenteert the first Dutch underground comic, but he also did work for Dutch school magazine Jippo at the same time. Organiser of the 1977 Herge exhibition in Rotterdam, he coined the term “De Klare Lijn/Ligne Claire/Clear Line” for the art style practised by Herge and similar artists like Bob de Moor and Edgar Jacobs. This is also the style Swarte uses for his own comics, in a more ironic, satirical fashion that fitted the more cynical seventies. Not just content with being a cartoonist, he designed a series of charity stamps for the Dutch post office in the eighties and later on would collaborate with an architectural office to design a new theatre building in Haarlem. There he also founded the bi-annual Haarlem Stripfestival. In more recent years he started working for The New Yorker. More than enough material to write a biography about him therefore.

Yet as the title, Sleutelmomenten (Key Moments) already indicates, this is not a true biography of Joost Swarte. Rather, it’s a guided tour past the defining moments of his life, as put to paper by a sympathetic and largely uncritical writer. As he explains in the post-script, Wijndelts has based this book almost exclusively on a series of conversations with Swarte, so it’s his perspective and memory we see this moments through. Which means that what Wijndelts writes about is not necessarily what happened, but rather what Joost Swarte remembered happening, or even what he wishes to remember about what happened. Some of the moments represented here are also so well known and oft retold that what we get here is Joost Swarte retelling events that have become well worn anecdotes. But is this a problem?

If you read this as uncritically as Wijndelts has seemingly written it, it might be. But if you treat it as what it is, a semi-autobiographical trip down memory lane by Swarte there’s still a lot of value to be found in this. Especially in the first half of Sleutelmomenten, which is about Swarte’s youth, his first steps into making comics himself as well as the people who inspired him. Swarte across over as somebody who was only ever good at doing the things that genuinely interested him, intelligent but without the temperament to do well in school. He has a supportive family who encourages him to take art classes as a child. Once he finishes high school and becomes a student, there was still the liberty to, well, faff about at university without needing to finish your education according to the strict timelines that would’ve been expected today. Without this support from both family and society as a whole Swarte may have never become the artist he was.

Once the book moves into more familiar territory, as Swarte debuts as a comics artist, things become a little less interesting. Most of what Wijndelts writes about you’d already would’ve known if you’re interested in Swarte and his career, largely following the line I sketched in the introductory paragraph above. The exception is with his later, non-comics work, like his design of the Toneelschuur building in Haarlem. This is an aspect of Swarte’s career that’s less well known, especially outside of the Netherlands, so it’s good to see it included here. Wijndelts is a good enough writer that even the chapters retelling already well known stories remain entertaining and occasionally unearth a new nugget of information. New to me e.g. was that in 1983 Swarte was asked by Martin Lodewijk to develop a detective series for a Dutch magazine; nothing in the end came of it.

Sleutelmomenten therefore is a slight, entertaining look at the life of one of The Netherlands greatest comics talents. Worth reading, but a true biography of Swarte is, as Wijndelts himself also admits, still sorely needed.

Inherit the Stars — James P. Hogan

Published on April 26, 2025Leave a comment

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Inherit the Stars
Thomas Waters
188 pages
published in 1977

While idly browsing a certain manga site, I discovered somebody had made a manga out of James Hogan Giants series. That got me interested enough to start reading it, having read the original novels and liking them. As I was reading though it didn’t feel quite right. While it had been a long time since I’ve read them (as I never reviewed any of them on here, it must’ve been twenty-five years ago at least), but it seemed more action orientated and conspiracy minded than I remembered. Which of course led me to reread the original novel that started off the series: Inherit the Stars.

For once the cover on a seventies science fiction novel actually more or less accurately depicts a key scene from the story: the discovery of a dead astronaut clad in a red space suit on the Moon, though in the story he’s found in a cave rather than on the surface. It’s sometime in the twenty-first century and unlike with most Disco Era space exploration novels, we do not have an eternal Cold War going on. The world is a bit utopian even, compared to the actual 21st century so far. The world is rich and at peace, with military budgets slashed as nation states had matured. Profiting from that is the UN Solar System Exploration Program, which explains why there were people on the Moon in the first place able to find that dead astronaut. An astronaut that turns out to be 50,000 years old…

Unravelling the mystery of how there could be an astronaut ont he Moon at a time when the biggest leap in technology was the invention of fire is what drives the story. Key to this unravelling will be Dr Victor Hunt, a British polymath who has been hired by the people who found the astronaut to do just that. He doesn’t do this alone though; entire teams of scientists from multiple disciplines are working on this. Being the nominal protagonist however he will though be the one to find the missing piece of the puzzle. His antagonist is biologist Christian Danchekker. Where Hunt is able to think outside the box and make intuitive leaps, Danchekker is very methodological, plodding, only willing to accept things if they can be proven beyond doubt. You could see Inherit the Stars as an exercise in Hegelian logic: thesis followed by antithesis as Hunt and Danchekker spar, followed by synthesis as their duelling leads them closer to the truth.

To start with, their are two conflicting problems in explaining where “Charlie”, the astronaut corpse, came from. From examining the corpse, Charlie is clearly a modern human, so he has to have come from Earth, because as Danchekker puts, believing convergent evolution could’ve lead to the exact same people arising elsewhere is absurd. Yet clearly he cannot come from Earth as no evidence of a civilisation advanced enough to send people to the Moon existed before the twentieth century.

A new piece of evidence then comes in from further explorations out in the Asteroid Belt, establishing that it’s the remnants of a destroyed planet, one that was destroyed roughly 50,000 years ago… At the same time, further excavations on the Moon find more evidence of the civilisation Charlie was part of, confirming that this civilisation existed on Minerva, as the destroyed planet is christened. This evidence also suggest Minerva was in a state of war at the time of its destruction, between two superpowers armed to the teeth and not afraid to use nukes. Even the Moon was littered with armed camps, Charlie binging a survivor of one.

This of course explains where he came from, but not how he could be the same as a modern human. Convergent evolution is still ruled out even if it would’ve taken place on Minerva. Another mystery is how Charlie could get from Minerva all the way to Earth’s Moon, when his diary, once decoded, reveals it took him only three days. One suggestion is that the Minervians colonised Earth, but the Minervians didn’t seem to have spaceships capable of interplanetary travel and certainly not on such short time scales. Nor is there any evidence found on Earth itself that could be proof of said colonisation, leaving the debate at the same stalemate it was before.

the final clue comes from Ganymede, where an alien space ship is found that’s not 50,000 years old, but twenty-five million years, which was crewed by people that were clearly alien, but which did come from the same planet as Charlie did. At first this only confuses matters further, but when it turns out the ship had a cargo of Earth animals, it suggests that Charlie and the other Minervians were originally from Earth before having been transplanted to their new planet. Remains the question of how Charlie could’ve gotten to the Earth’s Moon from a planet that no longer had the technology to reach it but ah, what if it hadn’t been the Earth‘s moon when he did?

So that’s Inherit the Stars: a scientific puzzle story that slowly and methodologically establishes a ludicrous answer to its stated mystery, but it works. The science behind the fiction even at the time was complete bunkum. There never was a missing fourth planet, it was already known the Moon must’ve been around for billions of years, resulting from the collision of the Earth with another proto planet during the Solar System’s early history and Homo Sapiens definitely evolved on Earth, not elsewhere. But as a story it works. The science being wrong has never stopped science fiction after all.

It’s a pity that this science wasn’t just a neat tool for Hogan; he actually believed in Immanuel Velikovsky‘s theories about how the now existing Solar System was formed in historic times. Worse, he later became a Holocaust denier. None of this is fortunately present in Inherit the Stars and if you like a neat scientific puzzle story with little action but lots of conversations that bother on monologue, it’s still a good read.

Van Feldgrau naar Kaki en Olijfgroen — J.J.J Hoogeboom

Published on April 9, 2025Leave a comment

Van Feldgrau naar Kaki en Olijfgroen

Van Feldgrau naar Kaki en Olijfgroen
J.J.J Hoogeboom
201 pages including notes and index
published in 2023

It’s a sad fact that during World War II many more men served in the German feldgrau than they did in the Allied khaki or olive green uniform; estimations ranger from roughly 25,000 to over 50,000, mostly volunteers. Most notoriously these men fought in the various Dutch Waffen-SS units, but others also served in the Luftwaffe, Kriegsmarine, Wehrmacht and various local auxiliary German army units. Post-war all these people should have lost their Dutch citizenship and civil rights for serving in a foreign military at war with the Netherlands. This would’ve included being eligible for military service, yet both during the Indonesian decolonisation wars and in Korea, there were examples of ex-Waffen-SS volunteers and others fighting on the Dutch side.

How was this possible? Did these men just slip through the net or did the Dutch military know their histories? And if so, were they deliberately recruited for their aupposed military prowess? Was there an element of (unofficial) rehabilitation going on perhaps? And how were these men treated once their past became known to their comrades and the military as a whole? Were they discriminated against or were they valued for what they brought into battle? These are the questions Hoogeboom tries to answer in this short book. He does that largely based on three different sources: autobiographies where available, the archives of the special prosecution service that processed the men who served in the German army and the information the Dutch army itself had about those who served for them. Together these three sources give an insight into the careers and motivations of some of these men. What this book is therefore is a selection of case histories, Which Hoogeboom then puts into context. He looks at how these men got to serve again, whether or not their past was known and how they were treated during their service.

The tentative conclusion he draws is that there was no evidence of any official policy to recruit these volunteers, neither for their supposed prowess in warfare nor as a means to rehabilitate them. Furthermore, that there’s little to no evidence of any special treatment of these people while in service, either positive or negative.

That these men were able to serve is due to a number of elements. First is the lack of coordination between the armed services and the offices responsible for the prosecution of war volunteers. Quite a few managed to enlist as volunteers for service in Indonesia and Korea because the army didn’t know their past. Others were drafted even though they should’ve been ineligible. Second, some volunteers, especially younger ones, were treated more lenient than the law proscribed. Depending on their circumstances they kept the right to serve in the army and therefore were called up legitimately. Third, the prosecution against some was not yet started or only finished after they had been drafted or had volunteered. Finally, as the war years started to recede in memory, the zeal to prosecute these men abated; some escaped prosecution altogether.

Their treatment in service differed too depending on circumstances. There were no official policies to discriminate against them or even remove them from service once their past became known. Some were send back home from Indonesia on request by the prosecution; others were kept by their commanders requesting so. A few were harassed and bullied by their comrades once their status became public, but most seemed to have either managed to keep it hidden or were treated no different once it became known.

An interesting book. I knew already that ex-Nazi sympathisers had served in Indonesia, but I would’ve guessed there would’ve been some from of semi-official government policy to recruit them for this dirty war. What instead seems to have happened is that only accidentally these men managed to serve, in low enough numbers that it’s plausible that this was all accidental. This wasn’t anything like the rehabilitation of Nazi commanders and officers that happened in the 1950ties in West-Germany, to provide a cadre for the newly established Bundeswehr.