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593 pages, Paperback
First published April 15, 1989
This anthology contains absolutely the best science fiction stories published between 1965 and 1985, as judged by the members of the Science Fiction Writers of America.In his introduction Bova explains the methodology used to select these stories and analyzes the results -and “the flurry of controversy” that the concept and methodology awakened. For anyone with a smattering of knowledge on statistics and voting mechanisms this is an interesting case study, particularly of the complementary and rather simple “word cluster analysis” that was carried out. Other even more controversial mechanisms could have been applied -for example what would have happened if the same members had been asked to pick the best stories, but including nominees for the Nebula? Or just the best SF stories published during those twenty years? Would such selections have shown possible anomalies on the scale of, say, Nobel prize winners for Literature? It is worth pointing out that Tolstoy was nominated for several years but never received the Nobel…
”How do you know who you are? Or who anybody is? All alone, no sisters to share with! You don’t know what you can do, or what would be interesting to try. All you poor singletons, -you -why, you just have to blunder along and die, all for nothing!The collection starts with the awful The Doors of His Face, the Lamps of His Eyes by Roger Zelazny, a watered down Venusian fantasy version of Moby Dick with a few swipes from The old man and the sea, in which an obsessed and apparently impoverished seaman is not only cured of his obsession by catching the most humongous fish in the universe, but also gets the fantabulous girl who has it all, and turns out to be a playboy with a fortune stashed away on Mars. Self indulgent? You bet.
Colorful animals capered round the entire expanse of stone. Bison played leapfrog. Horses cantered in a chorus line. Mammoth turned somersaults[…T]he execution of the paintings had a prehistoric touch to them. Perspective played but a small part. The paintings had that curious flat look that distinguishes most prehistoric art[…] So who had been this clown who had crept off by himself in this hidden cavern to paint his comic animals.Twenty two thousand years of furtive living through half of Europe, studying in medieval Paris in order to tootle, hide, and paint like Disney? This is unintentionally almost as grim as Aldous Huxley 1939 satirical novel After Many a Summer Dies the Swan, which postulates that if man lived long enough he would turn into a hairy, dull and very unintelligent ape, intelligence being but a “childhood” trait. Slimak’s story is perhaps closer in spirit to Jorge Luis Borges 1950 The Inmortal in which immortality is a curse and the immortals sink into a stupor, lost in the complexities of their own thoughts:
Among the Immortals, every act (and every thought) is an echo of those that preceded it, the first of the series no longer visible, and the exact foreshadowing of others which will multiply it vertiginously. There is nothing that has not lost itself between indefatigable mirrors.John Varley’s The Persistence of Vision is an interesting twist on H. G. Well’s 1904 short story and allegory The Country of the Blind. In Varlay’s story, an epidemic of rubeola has spawned a multitude of deaf and blind children. The more intelligent of these devise an elaborate, multilayered language based on touch, and a communal culture where they can independently explore and develop their strengths and abilities rather than having their dis-abilities drilled into them. As in H. G. Well’s story, it turns out that in the country of the blind, the one eyed man is most emphatically not king.