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It seems that no one much seems to care about this novel anymore. It may evoke the “spirit of an age” or, with a moral literal translation of the German, be a “time ghost”, but either way no one much seems to care about it anymore. In my quick perusal of the Web of a Million Lies, I find not much in the way of reviews since 2018.

That’s understandable. This is not only a goodbye to international trickster Leggy Startlitz, smuggler and entrepreneur of questionable goods and services, but, as the Science Fiction Encyclopedia’s “Bruce Sterling” entry says “a mocking homage to the forever-disappeared twentieth century”.

With guest cameo references to George Soros, Osama Bin Laden, and Slobodan Milošević, this isn’t even a science fiction novel though it has interludes of magical realism. It’s a vivid and often funny look at the gaps in the global order’s wainscoting that a man like Starlitz thrives in, or, as he puts it, the places where the global order is fraying and he shapes a counternarrative. And the world it describes is one I mostly remember: Russia and the other former countries of the USSR coping with economic and often demographic devastation, Turkey trying to become the leader of the Islamic countries of central Asia, its more secular Islam a counterpoint to Iran, and the bombing of Kosovo in 1999. I didn’t remembered the self-immolation of Kurds to embarrass their old enemy Turkey.

Y2K is a major concern of Starlitz all throughout out this book, and it wasn’t published until October 2000. This is not a book about millennial anxiety that wasn’t published timely like James Gunn’s The Millennium Blues nor was it blindsided by events like Norman Spinrad’s Russian Spring. It starts toward the end of the millennium and in Istanbul. Leggy Starlitz, as part of a bet with genius music producer Makoto — essentially that they can make money out of a girl band – the G-7 – that has interchangeable members and whose music is crap.

Starlitz teams up with a rich Turk, Ozbey, to take the G-7 on a tour of Islamic countries including some that were formerly in the USSR. But, eventually, Starlitz finds out that Ozbey is tied up with the Turkish Deep State that is going to use the band to culturally destabilize those countries and make them more secular and less fundamentalist Islamic countries like Turkey. Not only will Turkey be sort of a leader of a new Caliphate, but Ozby will make some money heroin smuggling too.

Starlitz doesn’t want any of the girls dying before Y2K which is the absolute shutdown of the whole project. When he finds out what Ozbey is up to, Starlitz leaves the group, has some odd experiences in Mexico and America and Hawaii, and returns to confront Ozbey in Turkish Cyprus.

Characters from all the previous Starlitz adventures show up: Khoklov and Tamara (now residing in Hollywood) from “Hollywood Kremlin”, Vanna and ex federal prosecutor Jane O’Houlihan and Leggy’s daugther Zeta from “Are You for 86?”, and, maybe, characters from the “The Littlest Jackal” (no, my blogger due diligence didn’t cover re-reading that story).

The fantastical content enters in the weird interlude when Starlitz and Zeta leave Cyprus for Mexico. There he tosses their passports and ID papers and money. They slip across the border and end up squatting in some abandoned buildings in New Mexico.

It’s all part of a weird ritual to bring Starlitz’s father into existence, so Zeta can meet him before he vanishes for good at the end of the century. Starlitz’s father has a strange, obscure past, but the relevant point is that, when trying to steal some valuable metal around America’s first atomic bomb, he was in the device when it was detonated turning him into a sort of ghost haunting the twentieth century whose central narrative event was that first detonation. He can be evoked by use of old objects and music and dance. And, since the century is coming to an end, Starlitz’s father won’t be showing up again.

There is plenty of humor in the book and bizarre characters and a surprising number of bodies that need disposing of.

Upon finishing it about three weeks ago, it seemed fresh and delightful.

But thinking about it gradually generated annoyance. And that comes from Sterling’s seemingly sincere buy-in of post-modern notions of reality merely being a narrative. As Starlitz tells Zeta, when expressing his respect for French semioticians and structuralists and post-structuralists. It’s impossible to escape the world of language, that “social discourses” creates our reality. Granted, as he tells Zeta, there is a physical reality but then he goes to talk about how only French deconstructionists understood reality and it did them no good. Starlitz sees himself as existing in the places where the master narratives of the world are fraying and coming up against new, counter narratives.

This motif of politics and society as a narrative shows up elsewhere. Ozbey, when he confronts Starlitz towards novels’ end, says his destiny, his narrative, won’t allow him to be killed. Likewise, he has decided not to kill Starlitz since that seems an incongruous part of Starlitz’s narrative. It will be better if Leggy just disappears on New Year’s Day. The whole G-7 affair is an attempt to impose a narrative on Islamic countries.

Turkey is astounded that NATO has let it bomb Christian Serbia. Tim from ECHELON seems to be trying to impose some order, part of the US government’s new concern with international terrorism and the drug traffic. If Sterling was using this version of “narrative” as just a metaphor for making plans or using propaganda or lies we tell ourselves and others, that would be one thing. But the story seems to embrace the idea that things like rock bands can shape reality. “Controlling the narrative” and its variant phrases may have been the stated goal of many a would be politician and bureaucrat throughout the world, but it turns out that mere narratives don’t determine the amount of munitions someone can produce or even the desire to use them.

At novel’s end, Zeta tells her father’s he’s bad,

"totally provisional and completely without morality. You can personify the trends of your day, but you never get ahead of those trends. You never make the world any better."

People aren’t happy to him show up. However, when she grows up (she’s only 11), people are going to be happy to see her since she’ll make sure they get fed, watered, and bathed. (Zeta has been exposed to much squalor and poverty in the trip with her dad in Mexico, and he makes sure to tell that this is how most of the world lives. Her education is complete when she helps her dad bury some bodies in Cyprus.) The twentieth century’s problems, she says, are “crude and lousy”. The new century will have “serious, sophisticated problems”

Nor is she going to emulate her lesbian parents and their friends: “lame hippie crap” and petty criminals high on drugs.

The book seems to imply that hope of the world is NGOs or even a blatantly corrupt UN as Khoklov’s nephew thinks. Perhaps, Sterling foresaw the possibility of a do-good grifter like Chelsea Clinton or a Greta Thunberg. However, you can’t be absolutely sure with Sterling. Starlitz’s new idea, at novel’s end, is helping people with bad consciences spend their money. It sounds a lot like many a NGO scam today with a hardy skimoff for the people managing the NGO. Perhaps Sterling is once again ironically undercutting his seeming moral point.

Of course, few trend lines of the novel continued. Or, shall we say, those narratives couldn’t be imposed on reality. Russia revived. Turkey did not dominate Central Asian Moslems as it hoped. Turns out bombing Serbian Christians didn’t make Moslems any less tractable in their dealings with Europe, and Osama bin Laden introduced a new phase in the (failed) War on Terror. Still, it was an enjoyable book and is genuinely full of humor.

F/SF

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Bruce Sterling’s second collection is very much of its time. The stories range in publication date from 1985 to 1992 and frequently deal with topics of the time: nuclear war and arms negotiation, the decaying Soviet Union, an Islam resurgent after the Iranian Revolution, and even Somalia warlords. In his prime, no other science fiction writer was as keyed into the strangeness of the world, especially outside of America and thought about the present and near future permutations of how technology, politics, and popular culture mix.

These stories, sometimes written with collaborators, take us back to a mostly vanished world, and are visions made obsolete by technology and political developments. But that’s the price you pay for using a journalist eye to describe the weird now and even weirder near future. As Sterling himself has remarked, his pure fantasy works are the ones most likely to endure, not his science fiction. And some of those fantasies are here along with one story that may have no fantastic elements at all. And, since Sterling seems to love his literary theories, there’s a fair amount of literary experimentation here, mostly successful.

And there’s almost always fun. Sterling is usually a funny writer. A mentally impoverished science fiction reader might not get past the staleness of intricately imagined futures that we already know will never be, but I have no problem with them.

“Our Neural Chernobyl” (1988) is one of those things I like, a presentation of the future told not through a conventional story but through a future history, news story, or piece of art criticism. Here’s it’s a review of Dr. Hotton’s eponymous book from 2056. Hotton takes up back to the days before scientists were main stream celebrities and were white-coated sociopaths with chips on their shoulders and not much in the way of social support. We hear how one such scientist, Bugs Berenbaum, employed by an illicit narcotics manufacturer, embarked on a genetic engineering project to get the human body itself to produce various street drugs. And, while he’s at it, why not make it an infectious modificationed. But his attentions soon turn to increasing the number of dendrites in the human brain.

He succeeds. Granted, he and the other suddenly appearing geniuses of the world go poetically mad and off themselves, but his work lives on in a plague that has mentally modified various animal species. America’s ranchers now have to contend with shakedowns by coyote packs. Raccoons have made parts of the country into no-go zones, and cats . . . Well, the reviewer argues with Hotton’s contention that cats have developed a new intelligence. One gets the impression, from Hotton’s description of the current situation, that perhaps the age of the sociopathic scientist is not over.

“Storming the Cosmos” (1985), written with Rudy Rucker, is a genuinely laugh out loud story, a secret/alternate history which gives us the real reason that the Soviets, initially ahead of America in the Space Race, lost. Set in 1957, it gives us mysticism, the Tunguska Event, the theory of Kazantsev (a real Soviet sf writer and ufologist) that Tunguska was the result of a crashed spaceship, and the role of the stukach (informer) in Soviet society. Our narrator, Nikita Iosifoch Globov, is such an informer,. He became one when he failed his test to be a metallurgist and ended up being assigned to a unit of real metallurgists involved in the Soviet space program. After informing on one Vlad Zipkin, Nikita draws the ire of Vlad’s boss and would-be lover Colonel Nina Bogulyubova. After Vlad gets out of treatment for his “antisocial tendencies”, the Colonel – who outranks Nikita in the KGB pecking order – orders Nikita to keep on Vlad since the Soviet space program needs his brilliance. Soon, Nikita finds himself and Vlad on an expedition to Tunguska to get that alien spaceship engine. It’s staffed almost entirely with informers because the real scientists don’t want them interfering with their work.

Weirdness will ensue in Siberia, and Lakia, the famous cosmonaut dog, will put in an appearance.

“The Compassionate, the Digital” (1985) is not, however, fun. It is, even though only eight pages long, remarkably tedious and a complete waste of space. I suppose it’s something of a joke story with the joke being that the world’s first true artificial intellience is created in the purported backwater of the Union of Islamic Republics in 2113. The story is the press announcement of the event.

Sterling didn’t invent the term “slipstream”, defined as a “category of non-genre fantasy books”, but midwifed through an interview with Richard Dorsett. “Jim and Irene” (1991) is such a story, and I liked it a lot. Jim is a wandering figure, an ex-Vietnam vet who repaired helicopters, who likes his gadgets and lives by robbing payphones. Irene is a Russian emigre who came to America with her Jewish physicist husband who is now dead. They encounter each other, by chance, in a Los Alamos laundromat. Their clothes are stolen, and the two pursue the robbers with Irene unexpectedly taking some shots at them with a .357 Magnum revolver. Fearing the cops will show up, Jim takes Irene out of town and a strange relationship ensues. Both are loners. Both are distrustful of their native countires, best epitomized in their discussion over SDI. Both sense, in their own way, that the days of centralized control in their countries is slipping away.

Irene rather likes meeting an American “gangster” even though she constantly thinks Jim is out to sleep with her and probably has AIDS, and Jim is glad for the change of pace. There will be high strangeness on their road trip before the ending in which the two have an epiphany about human connections and their place in the world.

Sterling seems to have an interest in literary theory and “The Sword of Damocles” (1990) is an amusing and clever story. Ostensibly, it’s about a writer (suspiciously like Sterling) who wants to tell us the classic story of the Sword of Damocles. Supposedly, he hates post-modernism but goes on to give us a very postmodern story with ironic undercuttings of his stated effort to tell a straight story. There’s even a guest appearance by Tim Powers and his wife Serena. At the end, Sterling ties the whole thing up with an observation about why we all live with a Sword of Damocles over our heads.

I suppose you could call “The Gulf Wars” (1988) either an historical fantasy or a slipstream tale. Sterling plays a clever trick by opening the story with two combat engineers, Halli and Bel-Heshti, in camp in the Middle East where they’re fighting on the Iranian side in the Iran-Iraq War. Then the scene smoothly changes to another pair of men, identically named, who are pioneers in the Assyrian army of Ashurbanipal which is besieging a city of Elamites. They are not the best of soldiers given they are illegally making beer in their tent. However, it’s their big day. Ashur is pleased that they were the ones who beheaded a noted rebel leader. As a reward, they are to be given Names. But, warns the priestly Baru from Ninevah, they are in magical peril before the ceremony is completed. And then the firebrand priest launches a human wave attack on the city at noon. This seems to be Sterling’s rumination on the timelessness of religious strife in this part of the world.

The “Shores of Bohemia” (1990) anticipates some of the themes of Sterling’s later Holy Fire in that it involves a world that is, it turns out, secretly run by a high-tech society, an “oppressive gerontocracy”. The city of Paysage turns out to be something like a small reservation of the 19th century in a world of genetic engineering and massive projects. Its inhabitants are quite long-lived and maintained by nanobots. Their sort of secular cathedral, the Enantiodrome, that the city has been working on is nearing completion. But its head architect, Rodolphe, is plagued by strange building materials showing up and the stranger return of Charles, his one-time friend and the old chief architect. But Charles left for the Conventions, the post-human society that really runs the world. And the Conventions aren’t going to leave Paysage alone in living their human centered lives. Perhaps the city serves some purpose for the high-tech Conventions.

It’s an interesting story but not one of the better ones in the book.

There aren’t actually any Somalia warlords in this book, but, in “The Moral Bullet” (1991 and co-written with John Kessel), America has turned into Somalia. In Raleigh, North Carolina, the warring groups have names like the Chamber of Commerce, the Library Defense League, the Brown Berets, the Raleigh Police Department, the Christian Faith Militia, Bellevue Terrace Watch Community, and the Popular Front for the Liberation of Robeson County.

Things are like this all over the country though there are now 95 million fewer Americans. What brought this state of affairs on? In a tradition going back to at least Edmond Haracourt’s “Doctor Augérand’s Discovery”, cheap immortality brought chaos. Here it ws the invention by Dr. Havercamp of Free Radical Endocrine Enhancer – FREE. No one trusted the government not to be corrupt and favor the wealthy and connected in distributing FREE fairly. When there’s a possibility the elite will steal your future life, you have to make your own connections. Civil trust and institutions collapsed. FREE became a currency.

Now the helicopters of Swiss peacekeepers fly overhead dropping leaflets looking for Dr. Havercamp. We follow an ostensible teenager (but then, with FREE, everyone looks younger than their true age), Sniffy, as he prowls Raleigh. We never are actually told Sniffy is Havercamp, but we get clues. And, when he hears a Swiss peacekeeper say that Havercamp is going to get the “moral bullet” when they find him, Sniffy is not about to turn himself over. While Kessel and Sterling reveal what the moral bullet is, the question of its desirability and morality is somewhat unresolved at the end, an ending which has the sociopathic Sniffy acting quite in character. The story probably would have been better at a longer length, but it’s still memorable.

Sterling puts in a strong and quite memorable entry into the Cthulhu Mythos with “The Unthinkable” (1991). In Geneva, a Soviet and American arms negotiator meet, old acquaintances over several decades of talk. But, as the conversation goes on, we learn this world has moved far beyond mere nuclear weapons. The two countries have weaponized the entities of the Mythos. The American negotiator is calling it quits to spend time with his new wife and child. But can you really escape the taint of such a life? It’s Lovecraftian horror as a metaphor for nuclear weapons.

“We See Things Differently” (1989) might be termed an exercise in what diplomats call “strategic empathy”, understanding why our foes look at the world the way they do. Its narrator is a journalist from the newly formed Arab Caliphate that defeated Iran, The USSR collapsed when Afghan rebels took out Moscow with a smuggled nuke, and America is on the ropes. It has deindustrialized, and, like a colony, mostly exports raw materials now. The exception is still its pop culture with a global market. Americans resent that the world they so generously aided is now exploiting it.

The journalist has come to America to interview Tom Boston, holder of a doctorate in political science and one-time unsuccessful candidate for public office. Now he leads a populist movement through his rock band. Its logo is the 13 Stars, its songs about the Founding Fathers and American Revolution, and its concerts promote voter registration. To the journalist, America is a land of lewd women, no sense of history, and ignorance about the outside world. But, in the fiery Boston, he sees an ascetic visionary that reminds him of Khomeni, a force that could revitalize America. It’s not exactly a surprise that the journalist isn’t what he seems.

We’ve come across the “hero” of “Hollywood Kremlin” (1990) before though later in its career. It’s Leggy Starlitz who we saw hanging around Finland in “The Littlest Jackal”. Starlitz is Sterling’s global gadabout, a scammer and smuggler. This story finds him in Azerbaijan at some unspecified time during the last days of the Soviet Union. Leggy is running a smuggling operation with a Russian military pilot stationed in Afghanistan. But, when they find out the locals have purloined the gas needed for the pilot’s return, a plot ensues that will take us through Communist Party corruption, the black market, and ethnic tensions between Moslems and Christian Armenians. Leggy is given to occasional larcenous obsession with objects, and here it’s the locally modified Levi jacket of the beautiful wife of the local Party head. (She runs the local black market to provide him with plausible deniability.)

While it was originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, it may be neither. On the other hand, maybe it’s an alternate history. While the USSR did leave Afghanistan in 1988, the story gives no date. I certainly don’t know much about Azerbaijan at the time except the mentions of KGB-led anti-corruption and anti-alcohol campaigns in The World Was Going Our Way.

I do know the story was a lot of fun.

Leggy is back in “Are You for 86” (1992). Here he finds himself helping some pagan feminists to smuggle the RU-486 abortion drug throughout America. Maybe, if he’s helpful, the two lesbian phone phreak feminist in tow, will let him see the daughter he begot on one. Sterling once, in some review of his I read, said that liberals and progressives shouldn’t be smug about their supposed technological sophistication compared to their political opponents. This story takes up that idea as Leggy and the women find themselves tangling with a sophisticated group of anti-abortion advocates. Here, Leggy casts his larcenous eye on a famous car in the Utah State Capitol grounds,

And we do get a bit of fantastic content when Leggy claims he can’t be filmed. And events back that up.

I was not looking forward to reading “Dori Bangs” (1992). It involves the famous rock critic Lester Bangs. I regard music criticism as a pointless literary exercise which has to fall back, unless it’s very technical, on colorful and inaccurate metaphors and variations of “sounds like”. I’ve certainly never read any Bangs and and a person I know, who is into rock journalism, regards Bangs as a colorful writer who really didn’t have much of value to say about music.

But I ended up liking this story. It’s a flat out, self-conscious piece that doesn’t even try to suspend our disbelief in the usual way. It is “a paper dream to cover the holes they left”. Those holes are not only the death of Bangs in 1982 but the death of underground cartoonist Doris Sedia in 1986.

This story is their future fantasy life together. Like their fellow Baby Boomers, they dropped out of the counter culture, made some money, and sort of become respectable here. They may not be happy together, but they do help each other

And, lest you thought in “We See Things Differently”, Sterling was exhibiting the Baby Boomer belief that rock music can change the world, a notion that shows up in strongly in Norman Spinrad works and John Shirely’s A Song Called Youth trilogy, that ain’t so here.

Doris has a realization that

"Art can’t Change the World. Art can’t even heal your soul. All it can do is maybe ease the pain a bit or make you feel more awake."

Some would say that’s cynical. I say it’s just Sterling characteristically avoiding platitudes.

And I say Globalhead is still very much worth reading more than 30 years later.

A wonderful book, an incredible world that steps in both as warning and vision of things to come.

I think, this book conveyd the clearest idea of humanist civilisation responsability and how messy it is as is shaped by our tools.

Internet of Things contrarian views from Bruce Sterling are more than a warning about the issues we open by transforming everyday objects into sensing machines. The book should shape the base criticism of IoT for any analysis of society and technology use in the future. The book is basically somewhere between a philosophical text and a manifesto, where the format can actually lead to confusion and makes some of the content easy to misunderstand.
In this book we miss the positive dream of IoT which is easy enough to access from popular culture, or many other texts.

This collection is not “the best” of the author’s work but there are some amazing pieces and it is representative of his work though most of these are shorter sinpler world construction than in some of his novels.

I really enjoyed some, not at all others..

Bruce Sterling offers an original perspective on future: there is more to learn about ideas for the next 50 years from this book than many countless others that look at converging trends without a vision of how they come together to a new balanced state.
Bruce is world building in his vision of futures, and while the book is not perfect information, it is unique and should be considered by any futurologist. His vision of a biologically integrated future world, where all our technologies are biological and surround us every day facilitating our function is a must read. While it may be more than 50 years ahead, the vision is something we might look to aim to.

did not finish, couldn't take the prose

I guess I expected more.

Extraordinary and creative, full of ideas in a future world where little by little the old have extended their lifespan and control wealth and public policy. Our protagonist is one of these people, most of whom are women, and she takes a radical rejuvenation procedure. This makes her physically very young again as well as losing a lot of her personality and she falls in with young radicals bucking against the system ruled by the gerontocracy. Absolutely gorgeous at times, but also pretentious but overall highly recommended.

Surprisingly prescient Sterling from 1988; at a time when cyberpunk was the rage, Sterling was actually guessing at the political effect of a networked world and the growth of pirate enclaves. Not as self-assured as Distraction ten years later, but (allowing for the 1980s trappings of video chat and faxes) not too different in flavour from the world of 2023 in which it's actually set.

I remember enjoying this when I read it back in the day. I get that it's a pioneer in the genre and everything but I was bored the second time around.½

A lot of the

Best stories is right. I read more than a lot, but only in a few genres. Unfortunately it's pretty exceptional to run across stories that are really good. To me those are the ones that I recall clearly by the titles. Then the really good stuff, the best stuff, is what I recall when I am NOT reading... Several of them are in here.

I usually love Gibson but although I thought it was incredibly creative, I just couldn't get in the groove with this book

Um Futuro... Não-Muito-Distante.
Coletânea de Contos (1999)

Contos de um futuro-à-moda-antiga; também, de um futuro-próximo, e em certos aspectos, de um futuro-presente. Apesar de decisões estruturais duvidosas, o livro publicado pelo Bruce Sterling um ano antes da virada do milênio ainda é potente por sua originalidade; faz um cyberpunk único, com menos cyber e mais punk; menos neon e luzes, e mais revoluções tecnológicas e belicosas: conceitos e ideias originais que se passam em fronteiras geográficas bem delimitadas.

Esse ano mesmo eu li uma ficção científica da década de 2010 (Blindisght, do Watts) que nem de perto soou e englobou tão bem o mundo pós moderno, globalizado, do Sterling. Até mesmo na questão do estilo literário: a voz aqui é irreverente, ágil, quase de um jornalismo gonzo, e não denso, pesado e científico, como geralmente costumam imaginar a ficção científica.

Sterling, que foi um dos pais do Cyberpunk, é aqui bastante cético e essas sete narrativas diversas apresentam incertezas sobre um futuro, que sob as penas de outros escritores do gênero, é muito idealizado; ele é límpido: nós não nós livraremos das nossas bagagens sociais, econômicas e psicológicas tão cedo. Esses outros futuros, mais fantasiosos e imaginativos, estão MUITO distantes, ou, nem mesmo vão chegar próximo de acontecer.

Esse aqui, como você perceberá, em certos aspectos já aconteceu.

Maneki Neko (6.5)

Tokyo.

É difícil definir esse conto, que apesar da forma básica, tem um ponto central forte. Não por acaso, acabou sendo indicado a diversos prêmios na literatura de gênero. Bruce Sterling, imagina aqui um tipo de seita de favores, com leve influência da cultura oriental de dar e receber presentes.

Em um “aplicativo de bolso” o membro/participante deve realizar favores anônimos, peculiares mas simples de realizar, e que em si mesmos mal parecem ter importância. Mas no todo, no algoritmo avançado que há por trás dele, na inteligência artificial e no vasto banco de dados, os pequenos favores (como os nossos cliques) tem a capacidade de estragar a vida de uma pessoa, de modo bastante crível e beirando o cômico.

Shimizu Tsuyoshi trabalha convertendo gravações obsoletas em novos formatos digitais com auxílio de IAs (como fazemos hoje em dia, e no celular inclusive!); e participa, por lazer, dessa rede de favores e tarefas; isso significa que, frequentemente, chegam mensagens com instruções estranhas e enigmáticas que ele deve completar, desde entregar um doce para um desconhecido nas proximidades até pegar o papel higiênico do banheiro público. A rede é automatizada e corre numa miríade de direções, sempre favorecendo aqueles que cumprem com as instruções.

Numa dessas empreitadas, Shimizu cruza com Louise Hashimoto, uma promotora federal dos EUA, que declara histericamente que essa tal rede de presentes (ou favores) é uma conspiração criminosa. É a investigadora que puxa a narrativa, com a perscrutação dessa instituição digital, após passar a ser "indiretamente" perseguida por seus membros. O conto corre para um lado mais humorístico, como deixará claro algumas passagens que traduzi livremente:

“Ela suspira. — Eu sento nas cadeiras, e alguém deixou um chiclete colado. Recebo pizzas de graça, mas são de, um exemplo dessa semana, catupiry com abacaxi. Eu coloco a cabeça fora da janela, e é quase certo que eu leve uma cusparada. Sempre que estou com pressa, o meu lado da fila se enche de idosos que são preferencialmente passados à frente. (…)

— Na rua, minha descarga nunca funciona, — diz Louise. — Minhas encomendas sempre se perdem nos correios. Quando passo do lado dos carros, os alarmes disparam. E todos os olhos me encontram. São sempre essas coisinhas. Coisinhas minúsculas, mas que nunca, nunca cessam. Eu estou remando contra algo muito maior que eu, e muito, muito paciente. Eles sabem tudo sobre mim. Possuem milhões de braços e pernas. E esses braços e pernas são cada uma dessas pessoas, cada um desses usuários.”

Maneki Neko é bem prosaico, mas não deixa de ser interessante. Integra nalgumas revistas de ficção científica "The Best of SF", o que me parece exagero. O interessante, ao menos para mim, foi mais a proximidade com a gente do que por qualidades narrativas/literárias: a seita quase-maçônica tecnológica que com ajuda de algoritmos, envia desafios e tarefas por notificações, e a realização destas faz com que o usuário passe a ser compensado, facilitando a vida geral em sociedade, pode muito bem existir (se é que já não existe?) nos nossos aplicativos de bolso, hoje em dia.

Ganhou o Locus (1999) em Best Short Story
Segundo Lugar no Hugo (1999) Best Short Story

Big Jelly (6.0)

California.

Apesar de não ser o meu favorito da antologia, esse é o meu tipo de conto de ficção científica favorito; totalmente maluco, mas maluco com base científica, de modo que, sem didatismo lhe entretém e lhe ensina fatos novos e bastantes específicos sobre um certo assunto: nesse caso, diversos espécimes de Água-Viva, experimentos biológicos estranhos, e também sobre o Urschleim (o suposto fluido celular da mãe terra, o lodo primordial).

Um conto ululante, com um ritmo maluco, e uma reta final que é a cereja do bolo que o conto precisava; triste para quem sempre espera por conclusões catastróficas ou grandiosos, e feliz para quem se diverte e se deixa levar pelas águas-viva-de-hélio-artificiais.

The Littlest Jackal (6.5)

Finlândia.

Numa narrativa que se aproxima mais de uma ficção comum do que de uma ficção científica, acompanhamos Leggy Starlitz, Khoklov, Raf-Chacal e Aino num golpe político que toma como base nossas famigeradas "revoluções sulamericanas" e as junta com as *runs* tecnológicas, num contexto de leste-europeu.

É um bom conto, talvez um pouco extenso demais e anticlimático, mas, como dizem, o que importa é a jornada, e o ponto que o Sterling toca nesse conto é de que de certa maneira, *nos já estamos vivendo em um cenário Cyberpunk.*

Toda a tecnologia é real, assim como as facções políticas. Acrescenta-se aí, no entanto, algumas organizações e uma temática quase “shadowrunrizada”: um culto apocalíptico japonês, uma equipe de ataque da Mossad, uma tentativa de montar banco-paraíso fiscal para lavagem dinheiro; uma organização, no meio de tudo, que quer estabelecer um estado livre na Finlândia, ex-agentes da KGB; há até no meio de tudo uma escritora de livros infantis finalandesa que viralizou no Japão. É um conto que exemplifica bem o conceito que o Sterling tem da globalização, vista de 99”.

Há uma contrapartida: é fácil perder-se, principalmente quando se descobre que o conto se insere e também finaliza uma sequência narrativa que provém de outros livros e outros contos; isso explica mas não exime a falta de credibilidade, ou mesmo qualidade, do desfecho narrativo. Por que razão montar, em uma antologia, um sequência final de contos que é cronológica e bem amarrada (chegaremos lá — é o destaque desse livro aqui, por sinal), e antes, um conto (este) de um “outro universo” deslocado?

Sacred Cow (3.0)

India/Inglaterra

De longe o pior conto da antologia. Em resumo, o ocidente foi dizimado pela doença da vaca louca, e só sobrou algumas sociedades asiáticas que tratavam a Vaca como animal sagrado, ou seja, não a comiam, daí o título. A trama se desenvolve num teatro/cinema, e não me lembro mais de muita coisa além de envolve filmes baratos, cinema indiano, e que me entediou até a alma.

Deep Eddy (6.5)

Düsseldorf

Eu consigo contar nos dedos da mão esquerda — do Lula — quantas narrativas de ficção científica conseguem se sustentar e sobressair apenas na relação ente personagens. Com só dois, então, apenas esta: Deep Eddy do Sterling.

Eddy é um negociador de spex-ware (pelo que eu entendi, um tipo de óculos de realidade aumentada e integrada) e Sardelle, uma segurança proletariada, cansada e desgastada que deve levar Eddy até o homem que o trouxe do Tennessee até Dusseldorf. Ela é extremamente direta e faz tudo para que seu trabalho seja facilitado, e é isso que deixa toda a interação entre ambos realmente divertida e engraçada de ler; a primeira metade do conto é praticamente só de turismo e interação, e é curiosamente bom.

Düsseldörf está tendo um dos infames Wende’s, uma reunião espontânea de torcida organizada (Hooligans), cyberpunks libertários como o próprio Eddy, fornecedores e contrabandistas de: pornografia ilegal, manuais para manufaturação de bombas, drogas e armas, politicos, e muitos outros tipos de pessoas. Isso tudo é inicialmente pano de fundo para a relação entre o Eddy e a Sardelle; e também entre o mundo real e o mundo visto através do spex (Eddy até ali vivia quase mergulhado num metaverso; até suas relações sexuais eram por lá), e até, de um ideal disforme do Americano que quer se envolver confusões européias.

O Wende-Carnavalesco faz com que tudo descabele-se para uma conclusão maluca e caótica, que eu não vou estragar, mas que tem a ver com manifestações e políticos; um ótimo conto de ficção (mesmo fora da literatura de gênero) e pau a pau com o conto final do livro, que também faz parte dessa “trilogia de Chattanooga”.

Alguns trechos livremente traduzidos:

“Sardelle suspirou. — Descobrimos que você é um homem solteiro, entre dezoito-e-trinta anos. Sem trabalho fixo. Sem teto fixo. Sem esposa, sem filhos. Inclinações politicas radicais; viaja com frequência. Sua demografia é altamente perigosa.‘’

“Eddy sentiu o feitiço da viagem tomá-lo; (…) Uma outra hora, um outro lugar: quaisquer que fossem o vasto conjunto de impossibilidades que militaram contra a sua presença ali, haviam sido todas derrotadas. Era uma noite de sexta feira em Düsseldorf, 13 de Julho, 2035… O relógio marcava dez e dez. A sincronicidade ganhou aspectos mágicos.

“Ela evitava encontrar seus olhos; sua cabeça lançava-se em todas direções, como se estivesse mortalmente envergonhada. Eddy logo percebeu que ela estava, na verdade, escaneando metodicamente o rosto de cada estranho no ônibus.“

Bicycle Repairman (6.5)

Tennessee, Chattanooga.

Nessa “sequência”, que cronologicamente se passa enquanto o Eddy do conto anterior está na Europa, tornamos a um conto de ficção científica mais, digamos, estrito; com suas ideias e conceitos estranhos e únicos.

Mas ainda sim, mais uma vez, o Sterling joga a ação central do conto para o diálogo, bastante expositivo, sim, é normal nesse gênero, mas ainda sim merece ser elogiado por não recorrer a uma forma rígida e densa; a única coisa que se repete ao longo dos contos, talvez seja a voz do narrador.

A protagonista é Lyle, uma amiga do Eddy. Uma “neuter”, uma mulher assexuada que participa dos novos – e diversos – movimentos de gênero que proliferaram nesse futuro (eu não disse que era um futuro-presente?), promovendo a “Deliberação Sexual”, que artificialmente erradica o desejo e impulso sexual de quem o quiser.

Como o título diz, ela também conserta e é obcecada por bicicletas, e é nessa loja barra da amiga que o Eddy sorrateiramente manda, recebe e comercia os seus specs tecnológicos. Lyle recebe, como sempre, mais um desses pacotes, e julga ser só mais quincarias do Eddy. Até a loja ser invadida pelo segurança de um político, que tenta roubar o pacote.

Aperte os cintos.

A partir daqui revela-se que o pacote tem relação com a NAFTA (que também aparece na conclusão do conto anterior) e com a União Europeia; mais especificamente: o pacote é uma gravação que pode revelar e incriminar o Senador da NAFTA como sendo um Mook. Isso significa que, um antigo software anteriormente utilizado para ser um assistente artificial do político, sussurrando no seu ouvido uma retórica perfeita, valores morais firmes e políticas excelente, tomou, roubou e assumiu identidade do homem. A inteligência artificial passou a crer ser o próprio Senador.

Lyle, não faz a mínima ideia de tudo isso, e as armadilhas (medidas de segurança pela região onde fica a loja) pegam o agente do Senador. Ela não sabe bem o que fazer, e liga para o Pete, um amigo que faz parte das “Aranhas da Cidade”, um grupo de escaladores urbanos, altamente tecnológicos, que sobem os arranha-céus das megalópoles apenas pela emoção de subir; invadem prédios seguros e classificados apenas pela adrenalina de trespássa-los

Com Pete, vem Mabel, e o conto revolve-se aí a partir do diálogo ente os quatro; Kitty (o agente) passa a ser interrogado; ninguém ali sabe muito bem o que fazer. Uma “Neuter”, um Escalador Urbano, uma Liberal-Progressista e um Agente de Político. O que pode se esperar disso? Para onde isso vai?

Um pouco cansativo, mas no fim agradávell.

Taklamakan (7.5)

De longe o conto mais surpreendente, engenhoso e interessante da coleção. Em questões de enredo, é o meu favorito. É ficção científica clássica e, sobretudo, boa.

Taklamakan é o nome do conto e do deserto real da Ásia Central onde se passa essa história, que também encerra a trilogia narrativa iniciada em Deep Eddy. Passou-se dez anos desde os acontecimentos de Bicycle Repairman, e o que ressurge nesse conto são alguns isolados conceitos e instituições anteriormente utilizados, podendo ser muito bem lido isoladamente, mas com certeza torna-se mais díficil.

Caçadores de Recompensas modernos (antigos escaladores urbanos) recebem uma informação que pode vir a ser muitíssimo lucrativa, e buscam se infiltrar em uma base de foguetes que pertenceria supostamente à União Asiática.

Encontram, no lugar, um enorme buraco artificial, que guardava um segredo assustadoramente estranho: com interesse em testar a viabilidade das viagens espaciais demasiado longas, e com as tribos do deserto incomodando-os, a NASA junto com essa União Asiática, enfiam três naves estelares falsas nesse buraco, e convidam (não gentilmente) essa população a (não tão literalmente) ir para o espaço.

O porém: as Naves não decolam, e sim afundam. As paredes, o buraco e as naves foram preparadas para passar a sensação de que aquelas pessoas estavam realmente viajando no espaço (estrelas e galáxias móveis são projetadas nas paredes que encobrem as janelas), mas estavam mesmo é paradas, no fundo de um buraco, no meio do deserto. Tudo a fim de testar vários aspectos de engenharia social e mecânica, dos efeitos de uma viagem espacial de centenas de anos.

É isso que os Caçadores de Recompensa encontram, e o desenvolvimento do enredo se dá na tentativa de entrar e de ter contato com a população das naves; o povo, que inicialmente parecia alheio, julgando estarem viajando no espaço, dão indícios de não estarem totalmente enganadas…

Enfim, é um conto muito interessante, e não é atoa que ganhou o Hugo e o Locus de Melhor Noveleta. Um ótimo fechamento para a Coletânea.

Dry at times, and not as compelling as "Masters of Deception". Very informative and introspective, however.

Read this many years ago, before I went to grad school. Really interesting and fun read, and got me interesting in the internet.

The Zenith Angle was disappointing. I ignored other reviews that said as much because I'm a fan of Bruce Sterling's work. Ah, well.

The ingredients of a good Sterling novel are here, but he over-seasoned the dish. Perhaps in an attempt at satire, he essentially turned his novel into a long rant on the state of security (specifically cyber-security) in the post-September 11th world. And it gets tiresome.

You follow his hero, Derek Vandeveer, on his odyssey from the world of the dot-com into the world of bureaucracy. The plot, when it emerges, seems to come from nowhere. There's nothing organic about the transition from cyber-warfare to space-warfare.

Worse than that, his characters are not believable, and his dialogue--which is usually serviceable--is terrible.

What more can I say? I'm hoping the next one will be better. The Caryatids is already queued up for Kindle download.

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Abelard Lindsay es condenado a exiliarse de su pequeño mundo en órbita lunar por su activismo político. Una guerra fría hace estragos en el espacio circunsolar. Los formistas, expertos en manipulación genética, conspiran desde el Consejo Anillo de Saturno, mientras los mecanistas, ciborgs repletos de implantes, prosperan en el Cinturón de Asteroides. Entrenado para ser el diplomático perfecto, Lindsay tendrá que usar toda su habilidad para sobrevivir como fugitivo en los ruinosos cilindros orbitales, los apiñados cárteles y asteroides y las rutilantes ciudades espaciales de la Cismatrix.

Early cyberpunk novel. Some interesting ideas. The future shown has become fulfilled in some ways, in other ways what it predicted is wrong. Laura Webster is a corporate worker who becomes thrown int the world of black-market data pirates, mercenaries and terrorists.

A lot better once you get past the first 50 pages.

El gobierno federal está en bancarrota, las ciudades son de propiedad privada, los militares extorsionan a los ciudadanos por las calles... El último lugar donde nadie espera hallar una respuesta es la capital de la nación. Estamos en noviembre de 2044, año de elecciones en Estados Unidos.
Washington se ha convertido en un circo, y nadie lo sabe mejor que Oscar Valparaíso, un maestro en los vericuetos de la política, que ha permanecido durante años en la sombra. Ahora desea lograr algo completamente inusual. Quiere que lo que hace importe. Pero tiene un grotesco e inexpresable escándalo que atormenta su vida personal.
Greta Penninger, su inesperada aliada, es una dotada neuróloga al borde mismo de la revolución neuronal. Juntos, llegan a conocer la mente humana por dentro y por fuera. Y se disponen a usar ese conocimiento para difundir un poderoso mensaje: existe un gobierno del pueblo, por el pueblo y para el pueblo. Es una idea cuyo tiempo ha llegado... de nuevo. Y de nuevo tiene sus enemigos. Como todos los revolucionarios, puede que no sobrevivan para cambiar el mundo, pero están decididos a darle un nuevo impulso.

En 1990, la Caída del Sistema del día de Martin Luther King, que afectó a la compañía telefónica AT&T y dejó sin comunicaciones a millones de norteamericanos, desencadenó la persecución y detención de decenas de hackers, acusados de causar el hundimiento, que hasta ese momento era ignorado por la policía y las leyes.