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Robyn Gossett is an entertaining writer who has dug up a positive treasure trove of odd sightings and<br />
strange occurrences. Did a claimant to the throne of Scotland live and die on Campbell Island? Read the<br />
book and find out.<br />
A book that never fails to put a lump in my throat is Helene Hanff's 84 Charing Cross Road -- a<br />
compendium of letters from Helene (in New York) to a book dealer in London. I guess my Biblioholism<br />
has something to do with my fondness for the book, but I'm not alone in admiring it. Consequently,<br />
when I recently came across another book of essays by Ms Hanff I fell on it with glad cries of glee.<br />
Letters from New York consists of a series of small essays about life in New York which were<br />
originally broadcast in England on the BBC radio programme Woman's Hour. When I lived in England I<br />
used to listen to this programme avidly. Despite its rather unfortunate title, it is most definitely not the<br />
radio equivalent of a cheap women's magazine. It always broadcast interesting articles of surprising<br />
depth about an enormous variety of subjects. <strong>The</strong> Helene Hanff articles date from the 1980s which was<br />
long after I had left England so all the material was new to me. Needless to say I loved the book. New<br />
York has had an unfortunate press -- far too many people think of it as dirty, violent, dangerous and<br />
frightening. To an extent it is all these things (I've been there). But it is more as well, and Helene Hanff's<br />
little essays give the place a whole new perspective. <strong>The</strong>y are by turns humorous, sad, enlightening and<br />
always fascinating. Everyday life in a great city has never been so well described.<br />
<strong>The</strong> occasionally otherwise named Iain Banks has a new Culture novel on the stands. Excession is a<br />
positive tour de force. <strong>The</strong> novel is 450 pages long and almost nothing at all happens and yet the<br />
fascination and tension and enjoyment never flag. It is a completely brilliant book. <strong>The</strong> Excession of the<br />
title is a mysterious alien artefact. It sits silently, resisting all efforts to contact it. <strong>The</strong> ships of the Culture<br />
see the Excession as an opportunity to advance themselves. Conspiracies and counter conspiracies<br />
abound. A minor war breaks out and ends again. <strong>The</strong> Excession goes away.<br />
<strong>The</strong> real heroes and most fascinating characters in the book are the ships themselves. Banks' ships<br />
have always had a curious life all of their own and now for the first time we get a close look at the culture<br />
of their Culture as embodied in the paranoia with which many of the ships live their lives. <strong>The</strong> human<br />
(and alien) characters are of little importance compared to this. I simply couldn't put it down and I read it<br />
in a sitting. I've never been very impressed with Banks' SF in the past (though I love his mainstream<br />
work). But this one is just magnificent. Words almost fail me.<br />
I have a degree in chemistry which doesn't mean much in itself but in studying for it I came to absorb a<br />
philosophy of science and an idea of just what "doing science" is all about. This makes me less than<br />
sympathetic to the mystics and new agers and children of the Age of Aquarius who seem to me to be<br />
too locked into their certainties, too unwilling to examine evidence, too dogmatic and often too<br />
imprecise. If I have a belief it is in Karl Popper's paradigm of disprovability -- the only ideas worth<br />
discussing are those which contain the seeds of their own destruction. If we have no way of challenging<br />
a theoretical structure, we can make the most outrageous statements about it. For instance I could say<br />
that I believe the universe sprang into being two minutes ago and all my memories of the past and all of<br />
the historical record were created by whatever it was that created the universe two minutes ago. You<br />
can't disprove that -- it is an irrefutable statement. And therefore it is completely worthless.<br />
What has this to do with what I read on my holidays? Well one of the books I read was Facing the<br />
Future by Michael Allaby and it is a collection of essays that addresses just these points. Allaby takes on<br />
the cranks and mystics, the cultists of the age of neo-barbarism. And they come off very badly. This is<br />
an important book, and an exciting book. Read it.<br />
Stephen King is up to number 5 of <strong>The</strong> Green Mile and there is only one more to go. I CAN'T WAIT!!!<br />
But I'll have to.<br />
Gardner Dozois<br />
<strong>The</strong> Year's Best Science Fiction<br />
Thirteenth Annual Collection<br />
St. Martins<br />
Mike Resnick <strong>The</strong> Widowmaker Bantam<br />
Richard Matheson Now You See It Tor