I read for research. This past Christmas break, I read formal philosophy. From 2021 through 2024, I read a lot of astronomy, several of those books cover-to-cover. But I do try fiction. I do not always succeed. I read at bedtime and therefore the sprints are short. Perhaps more to the point, I prefer to read authors who write better than I do and I have no patience for anyone who cannot outdo me because I know that I am not that good at it which is why I do not write fiction. However, as Montag said in Fahrenheit 451, inside each book is a man. So, I give the author a fair chance.
At ArmadilloCon 47 this past September 12-14, I was working in the Convention Suite and two of the fen (not “fans”) were chatting. “Of course, I read Frankenstein,” said the one. Replied the other, “The 1818 or the 1819 version?” I was loading ice so I missed the rest, but I did check out two editions from the UT Perry-Castañeda Library. The book is nothing like the movies. (I have not seen the newest release from Guillermo del Toro.)
- Frankenstein : the 1818 edition with related texts / Mary Shelley ; edited, with introduction and notes, by David Wootton. Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft, 1797-1851, author.; Wootton, David, 1952- editor.
- The annotated Frankenstein / Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley ; edited by Susan Wolfson and Ronald Levao. Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft, 1797-1851.; Wolfson, Susan J., 1948-; Levao, Ronald. 2012.
The proper title is Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus. In my opinion, Mary Shelly failed to complete the analogy. Moreover, that context was not explored in any of the editions or criticisms that I found at the UT library.
Prometheus (Forethought) was tasked by Zeus with creating animals to inhabit the Earth. His brother, Epimetheus (Afterthought), gave all of them the strength, speed, agility, powerful talons, fangs, hides, horns, etc., etc., leaving Man with not much else. Prometheus gave Man intelligence — and fire. For that, he was chained to a mountain in the Caucasus and his liver was torn out by a vulture, only to regenerate overnight and be torn out again. We experience the tremors of his suffering as earthquakes. Mary Shelley did not carry through the many possible parallels.
What does project to the reader is the dual nature of the monster. He is completely innocent, teaching himself to understand language, speech first and then writing. He discovers music, first in birds then from the old man in the cottage. He is vegetarian, subsisting on roots, leaves, and berries, sometimes cooking them after he learns (by accident) fire. He wants to be liked and loved but his horrendous form—eight feet tall and made from inanimate matter brought to life—draws only terror, rebuke, revulsion, and violence from everyone around him. He pays the world back in kind, at first killing a child then turning his attention to Victor Frankenstein’s family. Frankenstein pursues the monster to the North Pole but dies and the monster drifts off on an ice flow, promising to immolate himself. By Aristotle’s theory, the fable must be a tragedy, a story about a being brought down by circumstances not of his own choice but of his own making.
Rayguns over Texas was published in 2013 by FACT the Fandom Association of Central Texas. It contains 19 short stories and eight essays. I bought my copy at my first ArmadilloCon (39) in 2017. The book disappeared into storage boxes when we moved from Austin to Kyle. Looking for something else, I found it and I now know some of these authors. So, I started with those stories.
“Texas Died for Somebody’s Sins But Not Mine” by Stina Leicht is another Frankenstein story. This retelling has been informed by decades of science fiction and political theory. This monster is a transgenetic clone labelled “Dallas” and called “Una” who works as a computer programmer and is the legal property of a corporation. She is harmless and truly a victim. She escapes the software factory for one night of selfish pleasure. When she slips back in, she learns that she had been discovered. It does not matter on two grounds: this project is closing, so she was going be erased and reprogrammed with different skills anyway; and against that she knows that she had her own life for a short time, even though she will not remember any of it.
I believe that “Operators are Standing By” by Rhonda Eudaly is a personal story told through aliens. Set in a galactic sales call center, it is about belonging. If you saw Boiler Room or Wall Street, you get the picture. Moreover, Fahrenheit 451’s Montag would say that this is autobiographical and is on a narrative level forbidden in his society.
Of these first three stories, I found "Jump the Black" by Marshall Ryan Maresca to be the most emotionally engaged. The viewpoint character is an illegal alien, a Terran seeking to get off the Deathplanet which we turned Earth into. Imagine a world of homeless people, living on whatever is left of the streets, paying smugglers to get them anyplace else. Many die along the way. That’s how it is. Keep moving.
After I finished the three-part review of ArmadilloCon 47 last month, I left messages in the contact pages of the websites of the vendors, authors, and fans whom I mentioned. Panelist Lauren Teffeau replied with corrections to my blog post. Reading her website, I discovered the Solar Punk subgenre in which home-brew solutions remediate some of the environmental sins of our time. From the libraries at the University of Texas (Austin), the City of Austin, and the City of Kyle, the closest I could come was Bike Topia: Feminist Bicycle Science Fiction in Extreme Futures, volume 4 of the Bikes in Space series from Microcosm Publishing.
The narrative style of “Riding in Place” by Sarena Ulibarri is matter-of-fact, unadorned writing. So, I just followed the story and I did not foresee the (surprise) conclusion. It is another smuggled alien story told from an outside viewpoint as we follow our human corporate worker on an industrial space station orbiting Earth. I was reminded of Bruce Sterling’s Islands in the Net which opens with a middle class corporate office work gang ripping up old telecom lines and patching the landscape.They do the job they are given but they don’t have much enthusiasm for it: “it’s community work,” they say. In Sarena Ulibarri’s utopia of megacity biking trails and parkways, everybody gets assigned some tough jobs and working on the space station is one of them. Hence the bicycles to maintain bone strength.
Maddy Spencer’s "Meet Cute" is a graphic flash story with neither narration nor dialog. The pictures tell the story. Montag would have read this before he discovered books.
"Portlandtown" by editor Elly Blue weaves the threads of self-discovery within a tapestry of complex future sociology told as history.
The stories in BikeTopia are fresh. The plots are the ones we know from The Bible and The Iliad and Shakespeare. The tellings are new and now.
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