2018 SF anthology, 14 short stories; all except the last have been
published previously.
Not previously read by me, though, since the most recent
publication date is 2015 and I didn't return to magazine reading until
more recently. Singh writes with ideas that I don't often find done
well in the SF I read: her people are generally on the oppressed side
of power dynamics (and they think like actual oppressed people, rather
than like toddlers annoyed because they don't have all the toys they
want), and there's a constant thread that even if humans are the most
important sort of life – something very much in doubt in many cases –
they're not the only sort of life that matters; and societies are at
least as important as individuals, possibly more so.
On the other hand she's too often entirely happy to do the modern
short story writer's lazy trick of not actually establishing a
narrative, or of cutting off just at the point where something's
actually going to happen because we've established the situation, the
reader has mostly worked out what's going on, and that's meant to be
enough. Resolution is all often lacking.
But in spite of that problem the stories are often lovely, and
frequently haunting. I normally read short stories rather faster than
I read novels, but it took me a while to go through this book, as I
paused to enjoy the imagery and ideas.
"With Fate Conspire" has scientists trying to save the world… but it's
shown through the eyes of the woman from the underclass who's used as
the probe tip of their time viewer. Falls a bit flat for me by cutting
off just as I've worked out what's happening, rather than having a
conclusion.
"A Handful of Rice" shows the old friend of the man who became King,
suppressed the learning he'd used to do it, and fought off all
challengers, except for this last one… and resolves it by means other
than boring old violence.
"Peripateia"'s protagonist can look a short way into the future… until
suddenly she can't, but it's another one that peters out rather than
ending.
"Lifepod" is set after some kind of accident (was it a battle?)
between human and alien spaceships, with the surviving humans in cold
sleep. It's one of my favourites here.
"Oblivion: A Journey" is a solid story of obsession and revenge, and
shows how much more interesting it can be not just to say "oh, I have
killed him, my life is now empty" but to do something with it.
There was a bee buzzing in my ear, promising me seven kinds of
bliss designed especially for my personality and physical type if
only I'd agree to let the Samarin Corporate Entity take over half
my brain.
"Somadeva: A Sky River Sutra" is told by an eidolon of the
eleventh-century poet, and delves into multiple levels of story
"Are you Sannata3159?" is a bit too obviously a grim meathook future –
and Singh can write grim, but I feel her heart isn't really in it
"Indra's Web" has a smart power grid that actually does some good,
rising from the slums of Ashapur; it sins doubly in that it gets
heavy-handed in making its point, then doesn't resolve its plot.
"Ruminations in an Alien Tongue" gives us the woman who discovered the
civilisation-changing alien artefact, later in life; and the most
scientifically reasonable approach yet to the Infinite Improbability
Drive.
"Sailing the Antarsa" mixes science and strangeness, from the
viewpoint of a lone interstellar voyager.
"Cry of the Kharchal" is something like fantasy, something like noir,
and thoroughly effective.
"Wake-Rider" follows a space-salvager who's parasitic off other
space-salvagers, discovering something worth spreading; there are ties
to "Oblivion", but the ending only works because we've been told up
front how it came out.
"Ambiguity Machines: An Examination" is structured as an exam paper
for "the position of Junior Navigator in the uncharted negative seas
of Conceptual Machine-Space"; it's three linked microstories, and what
you're supposed to do about them.
"Requiem" has a student travelling to Alaska to pick up her deceased
aunt's effects, and learning about the efforts to repair the Earth's
climate… and other things.
The stories often aren't fun, but they usually are good. I've
deliberately not gone into much detail because, without strong plots,
much of the joy is in discovering what's going on (though the
characters are also good); I don't expect to re-read this often. But
there is some superbly good writing here.
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