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One of the rising new generation of British SF writers is Eric Brown. For the last few years, he has been<br />
exploring the so-called nada continuum in a continuing series of novels and short stories. Blue Shifting<br />
is the latest collection and the stories are typical of what we have come to expect from Brown. <strong>The</strong>y are<br />
emotionally wrenching and very lyrical.<br />
One of the falling old generation of British SF writers is the late Eric Frank Russell. His reputation is still<br />
high today, despite the fact that he has been dead for more than 20 years and most of his books are<br />
out of print. He wrote funny stories which generally showed aliens at a disadvantage and Earthmen<br />
triumphant. Alan Dean Foster has taken an old Russell short story and expanded it to a novel called<br />
Design for Great-Day and in doing so has quite destroyed the old Russell magic. All the lightness of<br />
touch that characterised Russell has gone and Foster walks all over the jokes with lead lined, size 24<br />
concrete boots. <strong>The</strong> result is dire. If Russell were still alive, he'd be spinning in his grave.<br />
In my opinion Barry Crump is one of New Zealand's greatest writers. His latest book, Crumpy's<br />
Campfire Companion has done nothing to disabuse me of this notion. <strong>The</strong> book is a semiautobiographical<br />
collection of anecdotes and it enthrals and amuses from beginning to end. I have a<br />
complete collection of Crump, and I have enjoyed every one immensely.<br />
Bob Jones is another New Zealand writer that I admire, and recently, in a second hand bookshop, I came<br />
across a 1990 collection of essays called Prancing Pavonine Charlatans. <strong>The</strong> articles are culled from<br />
his regular newspaper column and it makes interesting retrospective reading since his comments on the<br />
contemporary scene of the late 1980s contain several predictions which have now come to pass in<br />
almost every particular. Of course he blots his copybook with some clangers as well, but no prophet is<br />
perfect. Like or loathe his politics, you must admit that the man has a brain, a wonderful wit and a vastly<br />
entertaining writing style. What more could you ask of an essayist?<br />
<strong>The</strong> same second hand bookshop disclosed a copy of Insanely Great by Stephen Levy; a history of the<br />
Apple Macintosh computer. Now let me confess that the Mac is a machine about which I know nothing<br />
and care less, so it seemed unlikely that Levy's book could interest me. However on the strength of<br />
Hackers (which I discussed in an earlier column) I decided to give it a go. Well, despite my total Mac<br />
ignorance (or perhaps because of it?), I still enjoyed the book enormously. Levy is a skilled writer who<br />
makes his subjects come alive.<br />
Sometimes nothing will work but a quirky adventure and when I want quirky adventures I turn to Mike<br />
Resnick, a writer who has never disappointed me. Fortunately he is prolific and so I can enjoy him lots. A<br />
Miracle of Rare Design concerns an explorer, one Xavier Lennox, who has himself surgically altered<br />
to fit in with the inhabitants of the strange worlds he investigates. <strong>The</strong>re are several natural narrative<br />
pauses in the story and every time this happened I started the next chapter convinced of the direction<br />
the story had to take -- and every single time I was wrong! And it is these hiatuses (hiati?) which for me<br />
converted the book from a rather traditional narrative into something quite special. However there is one<br />
irritation. In the first alien episode Xavier comes upon a mystery -- why do the fireflies throw themselves<br />
to their deaths from the summit of the pyramid? Although the reason is hinted at (very obliquely) it is<br />
never specifically resolved. This is annoying.<br />
John Barnes' latest novel is Kaleidoscope Century. Joshua Ali Quare wakes in 2109 at the age of 140<br />
with no memories of his earlier lives. <strong>The</strong> bulk of the novel investigates these earlier lives as his memories<br />
return and they are memories of a century growing ever more bitter and violent. Quare has taken part in<br />
many of the century's seminal events. Few of them are pleasant. This is a grimy, violent and depressing<br />
book. Just the way I like them.<br />
I have long been a fan of Christopher Fowler, a masterful horror writer. He is generally seen at his best<br />
in the short story -- his novels often run out of steam towards the end. His latest story collection is<br />
called Flesh Wounds and is stuffed full of paranoia and blackness with a light leavening of gore.<br />
Fowler has a quirky sense of humour. In one of the autobiographical snippets that decorate books of<br />
this kind, he once said that "...like a fire, I go out at night". Many of his short stories are set in and<br />
around London's night clubs. I don't think I want to visit clubs like that. Maybe I'll stay at home and read