In The Departure I call this Gene Bank.
Tag: Science Fiction
S is for Saberhagen and Silverberg
BROTHER BERSERKER
BERSERKER’S PLANET
JOHN SCALZI:
OLD MAN’S WAR
THE GHOST BRIGADES
THE LAST COLONY
BOB SHAW:
THE WREATH OF STARS
SHIP OF STRANGERS
THE PALACE OF ETERNITY
NIGHT WALK
LUCIUS SHEPARD:
THE GOLDEN
ROBERT SILVERBERG:
THE BEST OF ROBERT SILVERBERG
THE SEED OF EARTH
STOCHASTIC MAN
UNFAMILIAR TERRITORY
THE GATE OF WORLDS
THE OPEN SKY
PROJECT PENDULUM
BORN WITH THE DEAD
TOWER OF GLASS
SF HALL OF FAME (EDITOR)
CLIFFORD D SIMAK:
ALL FLESH IS GRASS
WAYSTATION
CITY
SHAKESPEARE’S PLANET
CEMETERY WORLD
PHIL SMITH:
THE RESURRECTION MACHINE
BRIAN M STABLEFORD:
DAY OF WRATH
JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE
SWAN SONG
RHAPSODY IN BLACK
NEAL STEPHENSON:
CRYPTONOMICON
MICHAEL SWANWICK:
VACUUM FLOWERS
K J Mulder's Bookmarks.
I didn't lose it!
R is for Reynolds and Reed
Last year I was steadily going through my SFF book collection, cataloguing it and photographing it, and putting the pictures and lists up here just for interest. This morning I woke at 5.00 and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up, cut my hair, had a shower, then climbed up into the loft and started sorting through those books again. I’d reached the letter P before, so now let’s go on to R.
There’s not many Rs here and looking through my ‘Encyclopedia of Science Fiction’ I can’t see any others I would have wanted to include. Maybe if I had an encyclopedia of fantasy I would have found more, and maybe I should have included Rowling, but they’re Caroline’s books.
ROBERT REED:
MARROW
SISTER ALICE
ALASTAIR REYNOLDS:
CHASM CITY
REVELATION SPACE
ABSOLUTION GAP
REDEMPTION ARC
GALACTIC NORTH
THE PREFECT
PUSHING ICE
MICHAEL SCOTT ROHAN:
THE ANVIL OF ICE
THE FORGE IN THE FOREST
THE HAMMER OF THE SUN
ERIC FRANK RUSSELL:
WASP
Solar Death Ray
Well, it’s not quite the Elysium smelter mirrors, but it’s getting there…
Writing Update.
After running around sorting out our TV (aerial coming on Wednesday) and also de-crapping the loft, I’m back on course with Zero Point. 2,000 words cleared today and some neat little plot elements beginning to tie off. One character, created in a Chandlerish moment of ‘this is getting slow, need to walk in man with gun’, started to turn into a bit of a loose end. This was, until I realized that he fits into the story like that dusty old jigsaw piece you find under the sofa.
It would be easy to think in terms of predetermination at such a point, but it’s not that at all. I mean, I hadn’t been considering the possible existence of Line War when I was writing Gridlinked. I had written an outline and about 30,000 words of The Line of Polity but, as I’ve mentioned before, I dumped the outline and all but a few thousand words when I came to write it. And at that point I didn’t even know the title of the next book, or the ending of TLOP.
I think it’s all about having read an awful lot, and then having written an awful lot. Maybe the programming is in place in my skull and now all I have to do is feed in the story as it occurs to me. Plot elements, characters, situations, technology, whatever, all get number crunched and results start popping up on the mental screen, and the answer to that perennial question, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’ has to be a finger tapped against the skull with perhaps the addition of the words, ‘Fuck knows how.’
Jebel Krong Bookmarks 3
Jebel Krong Bookmarks 2.
Here’s a refinement of Jebel Krong’s bookmarks (he tells me his OCD kicked in).
And to remind everyone: I want bookmarks, using the Jon Sullivan cover pictures (clear versions can be found on his site), and they must include this blog address. No more entries after January 1st when I’ll be judging this competition (if the poll I put up before is anything to go by). The top three get copies of my books that they haven’t got in their collection (after their prizes) … oh, and when I say that, I mean any of the Macmillan books. The top two get the Spatterjay series with the new covers, whilst the winner also gets the Cormac series, all signed of course. Send them to me here at ndotasheratvirgindotnet.
Parasites.
A couple of evenings back I watched an episode of QI, which often comes out with some interesting facts. This particular episode touched on something that’s been a fascination of mine for some years: parasites (and I don’t mean the human kind). Here’s the little darling they were talking about:
The Spotted Rose Snapper Fish, which lives off the coast of California, is oft victim to another freaky parasite. The Cymothoa exigua parasite, a type of crustacean, swims into the fish’s mouth and attaches itself at the base of the poor Snappers tongue. It leeches blood from its victim and as it grows, the tongue withers and dies due to lack of blood supply. Eventually when the tongue dies completely, either diminishing or falling off, the parasite then switches places with the stump and acts as a working replacement for the organ, allowing the fish to use it just like a normal tongue.
The parasite spends the rest of its life living off both the fish’s blood and bits of food that enter the fish’s mouth. The Cymothoa exigua is the only parasite known to effectively replace a body organ.
If any of you have read any of the interviews with me you’ll know that The Skinner and the ensuing Spatterjay books can all be traced back to one instance. I was loaned a book on helminthology (the study of parasitic worms) by a vet, and read through it with growing fascination. I think the thing that got me first was the sheer number of transformations in the lifecycles of various parasites when, before, the limit of my knowledge on such changes was egg-caterpillar-chrysalis-butterfly, and how some parasites actually change their host for their own benefit. Two of them stuck in my mind. One includes both ants and sheep in its life cycle. It interferes with the ant’s brain and makes it climb to the top of a stalk of grass and cling there, waiting for a grazing sheep. Another gets inside a snail to breed, but to protect itself, causes the snail to grow a thicker shell. Here, with Cymothoa exigua, are a few more.
This reading resulted in various short stories: The Thrake, The Gurnard, Out of the Leaflight, Choudapt, Spatterjay and Snairls. They then resulted in the novella no one can get hold of: The Parasite. Then I took two short stories, Spatterjay & Snairls, and on the basis of them wrote The Skinner. I definitely must read some more of this stuff.






















