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Trailer for Puzmi, from the 2010 Sundance Film Festival
A dystopia with shades of THX-1138 and Moon. Looks very cool. (via Wired’s Underwire blog)
Regarding Anathem and the dreaded science fiction infodump
I received Neal Stephenson’s new opus Anathem for Christmas. It’s a big, beautiful, absolutely glorious SF book. Maybe I should qualify that with a “so far,” since the book is nearly 900 pages long and I’m only about 150 in. Regardless, it’s a wonderful and I am thoroughly enjoying it.1
But what’s curious about the book is its approach to the dreaded SF convention of the infodump. You’ve seen them before — the few paragraphs of text (often in italics) that quickly bring readers up to speed, telling them about the robots/hyperdrive/fractious interstellar politics that will drive the story. SF movies are particularly bad about this. Take the famous opening crawl of Star Wars, for example, or the beginning of Alien or Blade Runner. Terminator 2 features a bit of opening narration.
Anathem, on the other hand, doesn’t use this crutch. Well, sort of. It’s set on a fictional world that, unlike most in SF, has a long history of several thousand years. In order to bring the reader up to speed with the strange politics, religions, and history, the book has:
- An author’s note, complete with a four-page, 6,000-year timeline
- Dictionary definitions of made-up words spaced liberally throughout the text
- A glossary of terms
- Three appendices
That’s quite a lot! But all this information is more helpful to the reader, in the end, than doing it any other way. It helps preserve the integrity of the narrative and — here’s the best part — gives readers options. Those who want to forgo the timeline and endnotes and blah blah blah can just dive in and let the story reveal itself to them. Others2 can take the big picture approach. This isn’t as elegant as a solution as Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell’s footnotes, but then again Neal Stephenson’s world is quite a bit more complex than the alternate history dreamed up by Susanna Clarke.
In a way, Anathem reminds me of The Name of the Rose — the monastery-like setting, the world poised on the edge of disaster, the young and naïve (and overeducated) narrator. I hope that the end satisfies just as much.
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Not just the text of the book, either. Despite what has been said here about the coming death of print, Morrow Publishing has created a wonderfully physical object. The text is beautifully set, with lots of little embellishments and accents. And if one removes the (pretty typical) dust jacket, one finds a wonderfully foil-stamped cover that would probably warm the heart of a mathic avout, or at least any terrestrial bibliophile unfortunate enough to live in the 21st century. ↩
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Like me, who can hardly make it through a book without reading the last page first. So far I’ve read all the appendices but managed to hold off glancing at the last page. I don’t think my willpower will hold out much longer. ↩
16 films featuring Manic Pixie Dream Girls
Like the Magical Negro, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl archetype is largely defined by secondary status and lack of an inner life. She’s on hand to lift a gloomy male protagonist out of the doldrums, not to pursue her own happiness.
Via jaundicedeye.
The Ridiculousness of Riddick, or, How Not to Make a SciFi Sequel
John Scalzi examines the failures of The Chronicles of Riddick. This reminds me — I need to add Pitch Black to my Amazon wish list.
Addressing the didn't-see-'em factor
This little nugget of insanity has been making the rounds on the Web lately.
These are some of the best movies that the filmmaking culture is turning out now. Every year there are at least 20 or 25 films that are somewhere between excellent, very good or good enough to watch and think about later. If regular people in Boston and Saskatchewan are living such insulated and cut-off lives that they can’t be bothered to go to some of these films unless it has an advertised ‘happy pill’ vibe then the hell with them. They’re children. I have no time for childishness, and neither does anyone else of any worth. Life is short.
While I suppose it’s comforting to think that movies are some great piece of the human experience, or whatever, consuming them really isn’t all that necessary to being a decent human being. Why does going to see a movie have to be a chore? What’s wrong with people wanting to go see a movie for pure escapism?
Seriously, this high-minded contempt of the so-called philistines of middle America is getting old. Living in a cultural capital doesn’t make people any better than the rest of humanity. It just apparently makes them snobs.