Something like Dune

I don’t read as much sci-fi as I used to, so when I recently felt the pull of my inner otaku I turned to a good friend of mine who used to own a science fiction bookstore and groks the field like no one else. “I want something like Dune,” I said, referencing my favorite series of the genre. My friend thought a moment and then recommended two things. One was out-of-print (the great and terrible Courtship Rite by Donald Kingsbury, published in the UK as Geta) the other was the Virga series by Karl Schroeder.

Schroeder’s writing does not much resemble Herbert’s, nor do his characters or plot; where the Virga series does resemble Dune is in the world-building. Karl Schroeder’s Virga series is a brilliant piece of world-building. The novels are set in Virga, an artificial planet-sized balloon filled with gravity-free air, ocean-sized balls of water, tiny floating clumps of earth, and miniature man-made suns. With advanced technology suppressed by radiation from the central Sun of Suns, the people of Virga live preindustrial lives on spinning wheels, gear-towns, and giant cylinders using centrifugal force for gravity, or grow distorted and bird-like in free-fall. This setting is the most original and imaginative I’ve encountered and is logically consistent and well showcased. Virga has what I consider to be the hallmark of great science fiction: a unique and engaging conceit (be it setting, technology, alien life, etc.) that forms not just background or color, but the impetus and raison d^etre of the whole story.

The first book, Sun of Suns, is a fast-paced adventure story involving nations at war, pirates, and a hero seeking revenge for a conquered homeland. There is plenty of action, suspense, and reversals of fortune. There are also a few tantalizing glimpses of the truly bizarre far-future universe outside of Virga, which I suspect will become more important as the series continues. The characters are interesting and believable, the writing is good, and the ending is surprising and satisfying.

The second book, Queen of Candesce, is even better. For a sequel, the plot and characters are refreshingly different from its predecessor. The protagonist of QoC is Venera Fanning, an intriguing if unsympathetic secondary character from SoS. Here she is sympathetic (though still not heroic) as well as brilliant and ruthless. The novel’s setting is Spyre, an ancient metal cylinder nearly as old as Virga itself and home to a labyrinthine multitude of byzantine nations – many of them so tiny that they are contained within a single building! The plot is a fascinating mix of deception, plot, counterplot, action, and wacky political theory. Following the machinations of Venera and her enemies really did remind me of Frank Herbet’s Dune; it is a rare treat to read about smart people outsmarting other smart people.


There are two more Virga books: Pirate Sun, (available in hardcover) and The Sunless Countries (forthcoming). I am eagerly anticipating them both.

Old Characters New Stories

One of the neat things about the comic book genre is that different writers are able to write the stories for existing characters. Over the years, hundreds of different comic book writers have written for Superman, Batman, The X-Men, Spiderman, just in the course of comic book companies' routine production. But other times, established comic writers are given the opportunity to take creative license with an existing character or group of existing characters. The best examples of these new stories elucidate our culture's relationships with these characters, and deepen the characters by placing them in atypical environments. Here are three of the best examples of new stories for old characters. (And all three are just great comic books anyway.)

The benchmark for the revisited character is Frank Miller's, Batman: The Dark Knight Returns. Batman is one of the most, if not the most, interpreted characters in American comics and Miller's take is one of the most sophisticated and revealing. An aging Bruce Wayne, unable to quiet his compulsion to fight crime, puts the Batman suit back on and finds a new Robin (a young girl) to confront a new challenge to peace and order in Gotham. The Joker is reborn as well in the return of the Bat and Batman must confront the changes the world has gone through since he last donned the cape. Miller, author of the Sin City series, takes a dark, cynical approach to the relationship between order and vigilantism and presents a compelling character study of one of modern America's most important mythologies.

Multiple award winner and author of The Sandman, Neil Gaiman imagines characters from the Marvel Universe in 1602, dealing with Elizabethan intrigue and the conquest of the New World. Dozens of Marvel characters appear; Nick Fury, Spiderman, Daredevil, Dr. Strange, and the Fantastic Four to name a few. (Naming all of them would give away a few cool surprises.) What I liked most about 1602 is that I find most of its characters, generally uninteresting and yet Gaiman managed to make all of them fascinating and entertaining.

The Death of Captain America by Eisner Award Winner Ed Brubaker was featured on NPR as one of the top super-hero comics of 2008. Brubaker, author of the Criminal series, is already one of my favorite contemporary comics writers and The Death of Captain America is one of the best graphic novels of 2008. Told as part of the massive Marvel-wide Civil War story arc, which you don't need to have read, The Death of Captain America starts off with just that and explores the effect Captain America's death has on the public. There is a fascinating exploration of the politics of order and authority but the real power from the story comes from the personal struggles of the other characters. The emotions of coping with the loss of Steve Rogers turns an icon back into a character. While the nation mourns the loss of an American symbol, the other characters mourn the loss of a friend, and the differences between those methods of mourning provide a powerful lesson about the nature of national tragedies.

Abraham Verghese

With little or no fanfare, at least publicly displayed, Abraham Verghese dropped by the store today to sign copies of his new novel, Cutting for Stone. I and many others here have been fans of his work for 18 years or so. His first book, My Own Country, a memoir, came out in 1994 and told the story of his days as a young doctor treating AIDS patients in rural Tennessee. It is gritty and emotionally provocative writing - he suffered along with his patients. It is palpable. Four years later he published The Tennis Partner, another memoir, about his friendship with a medical student struggling with a cocaine addiction. He does not take on easy subjects in life or in his writing which until his new book had been running parallel. There is alot of the man in this novel, compassion, dedication, elegance, and beauty. But there is much more in this epic story of two brothers, the mother they never knew, the woman who raises them, the power of healing, and the state of medical care in post-war Ethiopia. It is an unforgettable story. Cutting for Stone is on the February Indie Next Top 20 list; it is a staff pick; and signed copies are available.

PSB Presents: February's Poet of the Month!

Kevin Young

In honor of Black History Month, we're kicking off our Poet of the Month Series with celebrated, African-American poet, Kevin Young. Young graduated from Harvard College in 1992, and received his MFA from Brown University. While in Boston and Providence, he was part of the African-American poetry group, The Dark Room Collective.

Born in Lincoln, Nebraska, Young is the author of Most WayHome, To Repel Ghosts, Jelly Roll, Black Maria, For The Confederate Dead, and editor of Giant Steps: The New Generation of African American Writers; Blues Poems; Jazz Poems and John Berryman's Selected Poems.

Young’s poetry is visionary, timeless, and extremely pertinent to our times. Prolific and intrepid by nature, Young’s work is an intelligent amalgam of the pure originality and a synthesis of the free voices that helped shape his talent. With the insight and the sensibility of Jean-Michel Basquiat, the experimental spirit of E.E. Cummings, and the candor and humility of Langston Hughes, his poetry is a fresh testament to our generation.

His work has been featured in The New Yorker, Poetry Magazine, The Paris Review, and Ploughshares, to name just a few. Young's awards and honors include a Stegner Fellowship in Poetry at Stanford University, a Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship, a MacDowell Colony Fellowship, and an NEA fellowship. He taught at the University of Georgia and at Indiana University and currently teaches at Emory University, where he is the Atticus Haygood Professor of English and Creative Writing.

Click below to hear Kevin Young reading a poem from his book April in Paris:



And be sure to check out our in-store display of the poet's work at Porter Square Books!

The Best Book You've Never Read: Life and Fate by Vasily Grossman

Life and Fate by Vasily Grossman is probably the best WWII novel ever written, is a strong candidate for greatest war novel ever written, and shouldn't be left out of any discussion about the greatest novel every written. The reason you've never read it, is that Grossman's manuscript and the typewriter ribbon he composed it on were seized by the Soviet authorities and it has only recently become available in Russia and now the United States. This massive novel follows a number of characters living in different circumstances and with different perspectives on the fascist Soviet Union and the war against Germany. The characters include Victor Shtrum, a theoretical physicist with a conscience; Captain Grekov, a commander of a small hold out in Stalingrad; Pavlovich Novikov, a dynamic tank commander; and Nikolay Krymov, a member of the political branch of the military whose job is to ensure that proper communist philosophy is being practiced by soldiers and officials. There are also historical characters like the German General Friedrich Paulus and the Soviet Lieutenant-General Yeremenko. The story moves from the streets of Stalingrad, to Moscow, to the eastern edge of European Russia beyond the reach of the German invasion, all the way to concentration camps and gas champers.

Life and Fate concerns itself with many questions, but the two that stand out to me are: how can fascism exist? and how did Stalingrad hold?

One of the mysteries of the twentieth century is the rise of fascism around the world, how absolutists were able to come to power and control their populations. Of course, some people believed in the extreme doctrines and many others were cowed into obedience through state sponsored terror, but Grossman shows that, especially in the early stages of these regimes, convenience was a powerful pacifier. Simply put it was much more convenient to get sugar, bread, soap, clothes, jobs, housing, etc if you played by the party rules. "The people" of these societies weren't apathetic or selfish, they were struggling to support their families and chose the path of least resistance. The decisions that allowed fascist governments to establish themselves were inherently apolitical.

Before Stalingrad, the Nazi army had been eradicating the Soviets. For hundreds of miles the Nazis destroyed the Soviets. Furthermore, the Nazi army was only one of the struggles Stalingrad faced. The city was already starving by the time the Nazis got there. But Stalingrad did not fall to the Nazi army and that was the turning point in the war. Though Grossman can't explain how this happened, he goes a long way by his depiction of "house 6/1" a barely standing building with a barely functioning group of soldiers lead by one the book's great characters Grekov. Day in and day out the Nazis attacked, bombed, and sniped and day in and day out the starving Russian soldiers fought back. There is something that compels us to fight on and sometimes that something is all we need.

The writing is beautiful throughout the novel and Grossman's images are complex and evocative, with singular events and pictures telling entire stories in and of themselves. For example:

'It's always the same. The solitary cell's occupied. He told us to keep it for people sentenced to death. If I put you there, what can I do with the fellow who's already there?'

Soon Krymov saw the firing-squad taking the man out to be executed. His fair hair clung to the narrow, scrawny nape of his neck. He could have been anything from twenty years old to thirty-five.

Krymov was then transferred to the solitary cell. In the semi-darkness he made out a pot on the table. Next to it he could feel a hare moulded from the soft inside of a loaf of bread. The condemned man must have just put it down--it was still soft. Only the hare's ears had time to grow stale.

and when Grossman is being more philosophical:

This universe inside a person has ceased to exist. This universe is astonishingly similar to the universe that exists outside people. It is astonishingly similar to the universes still reflected within the skulls of millions of living people. But still more astonishing is the fact that this universe has something in it that distinguished the sound of its ocean, the smell of its flowers, the rustle of its leaves, the hues of its granite and the sadness of its autumn fields both from those of every other universe that exists and has ever existed within people, and from those of the universe that exists eternally outside people. What constitutes the freedom, the soul of an individual life, is its uniqueness. The reflection of the universe in someone's consciousness is the foundation of his or her power, but life only becomes happiness, is only endowed with freedom and meaning when someone exists as a whole world that has never been repeated in all eternity. Only then can they experience the joy of freedom and kindness, finding in others what they have already found themselves.

and when Grossman is describing an environment:

The snow here hadn't thawed. Its large, rough crystals were filled with the blue of the lake-water. But on the sunny side of the hill the snow was beginning to melt. The ditch beside the path was full of gurgling water. The glitter of the snow, the water and the ice on the puddles was quite blinding. There was so much light, it was so intense, that they seemed to have to force their way through it. It disturbed them and got in their way; when they stepped on the thin film of ice over the puddles, it seemed to be light that was crunching under their feet, breaking up into thin, splinter-like rays. And it was light that was flowing down the ditch beside the path; where the path was blocked by stones, the light swelled up, foaming and gurgling. The spring sun seemed to be closer to the earth than ever. The air was cool and warm at the same time.

The officer felt as though his throat, which had been scorched by frost and vodka, which had been blackened by tobacco, dust, fumes and swear-words, had suddenly been rinsed clean by this blue light. Then they went into the forest, into the shade of the young pine trees. Here the snow hadn't melted at all. There were squirrels hard at work in the branches above; the icy surface of the snow was littered with gnawed fir-cones and flakes of wood.

The challenge of praising a work like Life and Fate is to put it in terms that both communicate the book's genius and avoid the hyperbole of book jacket blurbs. I can only hope the long quotes I've included make the case for the writing. Life and Fate manages to challenge everything we've assumed about WWII while maintaining a sense of comfort while reading, so that even as the greatest tragedies we've known are presented in raw and painful images, we never feel abandoned to them. Grossman is there to lead us through to an understanding that might some day prevent all of this from ever happening again. However, the best way to know if you'd like to read a book is to read the first paragraph or two to see if the prose connects with you:

There was a low mist. You could see the glare of headlamps reflected on the high-voltage cables beside the road.

It hadn't rained, but the ground was still wet with dew; the traffic-lights cast blurred red spots on the asphalt. You could sense the breath of the camp from miles away. Roads, railway tracks and cables all gradually converged on it. This was a world of straight lines; a grid of rectangles and parallelograms imposed on the autumn sky, on the mist and on the earth itself.

Distant sirens gave faint, long-drawn-out wails.

There is cause for hope on many fronts these days and author Ann Patchett (Bel Canto and Run) has beautifully articulated one of these in an article in the Wall Street Journal. Just a couple of highlights: the number of people reading fiction is on the rise for the first time in more than 25 years; the most heartening rise is in the 18-to-24-year old group (Harry Potter babies); and as a source of entertainment reading ranks somewhere between cheap and free. Reading a book allows us to step outside of ourselves for a moment and that can't be a bad thing.

Literary Links

The holidays have kept us away from the blog for a few weeks, but I have had the chance to pull together some literary links.

First up, I found this link on Bookdwarf, a good literary blog run by a buyer for the Harvard Bookstore, to a listing of the most anticipated books of 2009. It's a great list and a lot to look forward to.

Clayton Eshelman is the pre-eminent translator of my favorite poet of all time, Cesar Vallejo. Bookslut (a book review site) has an interview with Eshelman about his work as a translator and his own poetry. The interview also includes an examination of a Vallejo poem. It's a cool interview and a good introduction to Vallejo.

Finally, with his new poetry collection My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, Paul Guest has quickly become one of my favorite living poets. He's up there with James Tate, Brian Turner, Kevin Young, and Noah Eli Gordon. (More on Paul Guest later.) He has a blog where he posts poems and writing.