I love science fiction because I love the journey of imagination into the human species' possible futures. And, for reasons I'm not totally sure of, Stephen Baxter is one of my favourite sci-fi writers...correct that...he is the only sci-fi author I read these days.
Surely all of us are fascinated by the future and by the big scientific and political questions and challenges that humankind will face as we trace the contours of our past and present and try to imagine them into our future. The biggest question of all, I guess, is whether we will ever have the technological capability to find and explore other habitable worlds and their inhabitants. And, by the time we do, what will our world look like politically and economically? Will, as Baxter suggests in one of the short stories in this collection, space exploration be led and conducted by the private sector? Will there still be a private sector?
Perhaps I enjoy Baxter's writing so much for three reasons.
Firstly, as Ian Whates points out in his introduction to this collection of Baxter's short stories, Baxter knows his scientific stuff, so his imaginings of the future are based on seemingly profound knowledge of present-day science and where it may be leading us - so much so, in fact, that I often struggle to understand some of the science.
Secondly, Baxter seems to have a deep sense and knowledge of history. His one story in this anthology, based on Nazi research during the Second World War on rockets, speculates on the arrival of an alien spaceship near their research site and the Nazi's plans to use the alien technology to start an inter-galactic war. Nice detail - scientific, political and personal - in the story.
Thirdly, Baxter has a fine sense of the interplay between the big things (very big things in some cases) and the mundanely human and personal. The last story in the anthology tells the tale of a mother in rural England and her astrophysicist daughter waiting out the Big Rip - when dark energy (a real scientific concept) permeates the universe, gains precedence over gravity and eventually rips everything apart down to molecular level. Not the end of the world, but the end of everything, of all matter. The daughter is the scientist who has predicted the exact date and time of the Big Rip. Her mother, knowing that all is to end, continues to nurse and plan her little domestic garden.
Some of the stories in this collection are not so good - a little bland, mundane and perhaps hastily put together. But there are mainly gems.
The only problem I have with Stephen Baxter is that he has not written enough works to satiate my appetite for good, thoughtful, realistic and imaginative science fiction.