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Hugo reading 2017: Laurie Penny

Next up in the Campbell Awards was Laurie Penny. I read Your Orisons May Be Recorded first, and somewhat by accident.  This is basically a story about a call centre staffed by angels and demons (there was a recent merger) to answer prayers.  Not necessarily with positive answers, mind you, but still.  It’s quite amusing, rather cute, and often endearing, but slowly gets darker.  It’s also strongly reminiscent of volunteering at Lifeline.

Laurie has a nice, humourous, understated way of writing, and by the end of the story, I’m not entirely sure what to make of it.  It’s almost horror.  Maybe it is horror.  But it’s quite funny, and the ending is rather sweet.  I quite liked this.

Having realised that this wasn’t actually part of the Novella nominations, I then moved on to a Laurie Penny Binge read.  Next up in the Hugo pack for Penny was Blue Monday which was utterly distressing and definitely in the horror department.  Basically, any story that starts ‘I used to want to change the world. Now I just want my cat back.’ is unlikely to end well for this reader.  And it didn’t.

It is about a government-funded company that mass produces cute animal videos, because this keeps the population happy even when they are poor and hungry and have no prospects.  The animal cruelty implications of this are explored.  And when the protagonist’s girlfriend leaves and leaves her cat behind, and the protagonist starts making videos of the cat looking sad because she misses her person, the company sees an opportunity to make viral videos of unhappy animals.  And steals the cat.  And it gets worse from there.  Nothing is made explicit, but the implications are distressing enough.

I found this very upsetting to read and I very nearly didn’t get any further, but I decided to give Penny one more chance.  Which was a good thing, because her next story, The Killing Jar, was fantastic.

Once again, we have a heroine in a very banal job (Penny is very good at putting people in petty admin jobs with quirky or fantastical contexts).  She is an unpaid intern working for a serial killer in a world where serial murders, provided they can prove artistic merit and get funding, are considered a fine art.  People even apply to be victims.

This one was very funny, because you have all the usual hallmarks of a horrible boss, who has a lot of raw talent but is fixated on fame, and completely exploits his intern, along with the bureaucracy (grant applications, complaint forms) and misogyny (women just don’t have the right sort of passion and upbringing to become truly great serial killers, you know) that goes with it.  I love the girlfriend who is a taxidermist who shows her care by killing butterflies especially for the protagonist.  And I love the way the protagonist comes into her own in the end, in the only possible way this story could end.

I actually really loved this one.

So I decided to read the fourth book in the pack after all.

Everything Belongs to the Future is a novella about a world in which someone has found a cure for aging, but the patents are held by a pharmaceutical company that charges enormous sums for the privilege, and so only the rich can afford not to age.  An underground cell becomes involved in stealing the medication and distributing it freely as part of a soup van thing, but we know from the start that they have been infiltrated by Alex, who is genuinely in love with Nina, one of the women in the cell, but who also fully intends to betray the group.

This was the most overtly political and science-fictiony of Penny’s works, and it was very good.  The characters were well-drawn – I rather love Daisy, the scientist and inventor of the initial process who is 90 years old but looks like a teenager because she was ‘fixed’ at a young age – and the worldbuilding was horrifyingly plausible.  It looked like pretty much what I’d expect to have happen, if such a cure was found in America (we *might* do better here with the PBS, but I don’t know).  It explored rather lightly the ways in which such a fix would change society, but went more into the dynamics of the team of rebels themselves, and the various different responses they have to the problem that is to hand.

It was, in many ways, a dark story, but it’s quite compelling, and at the end, there is definitely hope.  And I liked the way it twined into the story of the Devil’s Bridge.

Overall, then, for Laurie Penny I have one story I loved, one which I hated, and two which I quite liked.  All were well-written and quite clever, and I do like the way she takes very banal, mundane jobs and adds science fiction or fantasy to them.  I like her humour and ability to use understatement, too.

So far, Penny is clearly worlds ahead of Mulrooney, because even when I hated what she was writing, I was engaged and she was writing it well.  It will be trickier if we get a writer in there who doesn’t give me nightmare material but who doesn’t compel me as much, either…

Hugo reading 2017: An equation of almost infinite complexity, by J. Mulrooney

I did not mean to start reading the Campbell Award books on the plane, but I did, in fact, wind up reading stories by two and a half of them.  In the interests of writing about the stories while they were still fresh, I decided not to finish the third story just yet (since that particular author has several other stories in the Hugo Pack), but instead concentrating on reading all the works by the second author whose story I’d actually finished.  So today, you get J. Mulrooney and Laurie Penny.

It turns out that Mulrooney’s novel, An Equation of Almost Infinite Complexity was also nominated for a Hugo by the Puppies, but did not have enough votes to get up.  I did not know this when I started reading it, but in retrospect, it does not surprise me.  There is something about the Puppy sense of humour that invariably fails to appeal to me.

The story is about an actuary who claims, in a job interview, that he can use statistics and charges to tell you the exact day any particular person will die.  He’s bullshitting, but he lives next door to the Devil (who is the minister at a local church), and meets Death at one of his parties, and steals his notebook, at which point his problem is really trying to convincingly reason backwards from the results to get plausible questions.

The book thinks it is terribly funny and cynical and witty.  There are lots of conversations which are circular and full of misunderstandings and allusions to other things. It actually reminds me a lot of some literary fiction I’ve read – the characters are all entirely unlikeable (and not always consistent in their characterisation), their relationships are unpleasant and superficial and about objectifying each other, and it just seems to be nasty for the sake of being nasty.  I suspect it is about to be obnoxious about religion (I suspect it is already being obnoxious about religion).

I want to know what happens which is a pain because I don’t actually want to read any more of the book.

The trouble with reading a book with such a strong focus on mortality when you are on a plane is that you start thinking, well, what if the plane crashes or catches fire on landing (the plane really made a nasty crunching clunking noise on take off, which was not reassuring)? What if I only have one hour and forty minutes left to live? Do I really want to spend it reading this book?

I do not.

So I gave up on that one at the 30% mark (which was 95 pages in, so I really do think I had given it a reasonable opportunity to not annoy me, which it had failed to take), and moved on to the next story on my list.

(I probably should go back and at least see how the book ends, but you know, I’m feeling pretty aware of my mortality right now, which is at least partly the author’s fault.  I could die at any moment.  And there are so many other books I’d rather be in the middle of when I do.)

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