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Bellwether
Pop culture, chaos theory, and matters of the heart collide in this unique novella from the Hugo and Nebula Award-winning author of Doomsday Book. Sandra Foster studies fads and their meanings for the HiTek corporation. Bennett O'Reilly works with monkey-group behavior and chaos theory for the same company. When the two are thrust together due to a misdelivered package and a run of seemingly bad luck, they find a joint project in a flock of sheep. But a series of setbacks and disappointments arise before they are able to find answers to their questions—with the unintended help of the errant, forgetful, and careless office assistant Flip.
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Connie Willis
256 books4,682 followersConstance Elaine Trimmer Willis is an American science fiction writer. She is one of the most honored science fiction writers of the 1980s and 1990s.
She has won, among other awards, ten Hugo Awards and six Nebula Awards. Willis most recently won a Hugo Award for All Seated on the Ground (August 2008). She was the 2011 recipient of the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award from the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA).
She lives in Greeley, Colorado with her husband Courtney Willis, a professor of physics at the University of Northern Colorado. She also has one daughter, Cordelia.
Willis is known for her accessible prose and likable characters. She has written several pieces involving time travel by history students and faculty of the future University of Oxford. These pieces include her Hugo Award-winning novels Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog and the short story "Fire Watch," found in the short story collection of the same name.
Willis tends to the comedy of manners style of writing. Her protagonists are typically beset by single-minded people pursuing illogical agendas, such as attempting to organize a bell-ringing session in the middle of a deadly epidemic (Doomsday Book), or frustrating efforts to analyze near-death experiences by putting words in the mouths of interviewees (Passage).
She has won, among other awards, ten Hugo Awards and six Nebula Awards. Willis most recently won a Hugo Award for All Seated on the Ground (August 2008). She was the 2011 recipient of the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award from the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA).
She lives in Greeley, Colorado with her husband Courtney Willis, a professor of physics at the University of Northern Colorado. She also has one daughter, Cordelia.
Willis is known for her accessible prose and likable characters. She has written several pieces involving time travel by history students and faculty of the future University of Oxford. These pieces include her Hugo Award-winning novels Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog and the short story "Fire Watch," found in the short story collection of the same name.
Willis tends to the comedy of manners style of writing. Her protagonists are typically beset by single-minded people pursuing illogical agendas, such as attempting to organize a bell-ringing session in the middle of a deadly epidemic (Doomsday Book), or frustrating efforts to analyze near-death experiences by putting words in the mouths of interviewees (Passage).
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April 26, 2023
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I owe bellwether a review.
Bellwether is a book that I inevitably turn to when I want something that is light, clever, literate and sweet.
Sandra Foster has been studying fads, specifically trying to identify what started the bobbed hair craze at some time in the 1920s.
The company administrative assistant, Flip, is pretty much the worst ever, and one day when she mis-delivers a 'perishable' (not 'fragile,' as Pip says) to Sandra, Sandra finds herself taking the package down to the Biology Department, where she meets Bennett O'Rielly, a chaos researcher who seems to be entirely immune to fashion fads.
What happens is a more than a bit of gradually escalating chaos as they each try to work on their respective projects, turn in the annual funding request to the Hi-Tek Corporation, dodge team-building meetings, and avoid Flip's oblivious tendencies towards destruction.
Each chapter begins with a description of a fad, much like certain books begin chapters with aphorisms. I actually learned a little bit about a number of fun things, including hula hoops (1958-59), hair dioramas (1750-60) mah-jongg (1922-24). There are numerous references to scientific discoveries, fascinating if you know your scientific history. There's a mention of Fleming leaving a Petri dish cracked as he headed out to golf, and a researcher hiring a Polish woman named Marie Curie to help him with radiation research. It's one of the things that elevates this beyond your average rom-com. I'll also note there's a definite feel of verisimilitude about this; on this reading I noted Sandra referencing SPSS software, classic software that I've used myself in statistics class.
As in To Say Nothing of the Dog, there are a number of running gags, including corporate insensibility ("Tell them any number of scientific breakthroughs have been made by scientists working together. Crick and Watson, Penzias and Wilson, Gilbert and Sullivan--"), bigotry against smokers, personal ads, where rivers begin, and the unrelenting cheer of Browning's Pippa. In a nod to having a life outside of work, she weaves in her adventures at the local (trendy) cafe and her regular visits to the library.
While I understand this isn't highbrow literature, it is one of those reads that make one feel delightfully entertained, resulting in a lingering feeling of happy once it's over. It's my go to read when I need something light and clever to cleanse my palate in between those nail-biters. How much do I love it? I own a hardcover... and a paperback for lending. In view of my recent review of The Trespasser, I absolutely give this five stars.
I owe bellwether a review.
Bellwether is a book that I inevitably turn to when I want something that is light, clever, literate and sweet.
Sandra Foster has been studying fads, specifically trying to identify what started the bobbed hair craze at some time in the 1920s.
The company administrative assistant, Flip, is pretty much the worst ever, and one day when she mis-delivers a 'perishable' (not 'fragile,' as Pip says) to Sandra, Sandra finds herself taking the package down to the Biology Department, where she meets Bennett O'Rielly, a chaos researcher who seems to be entirely immune to fashion fads.
What happens is a more than a bit of gradually escalating chaos as they each try to work on their respective projects, turn in the annual funding request to the Hi-Tek Corporation, dodge team-building meetings, and avoid Flip's oblivious tendencies towards destruction.
Each chapter begins with a description of a fad, much like certain books begin chapters with aphorisms. I actually learned a little bit about a number of fun things, including hula hoops (1958-59), hair dioramas (1750-60) mah-jongg (1922-24). There are numerous references to scientific discoveries, fascinating if you know your scientific history. There's a mention of Fleming leaving a Petri dish cracked as he headed out to golf, and a researcher hiring a Polish woman named Marie Curie to help him with radiation research. It's one of the things that elevates this beyond your average rom-com. I'll also note there's a definite feel of verisimilitude about this; on this reading I noted Sandra referencing SPSS software, classic software that I've used myself in statistics class.
As in To Say Nothing of the Dog, there are a number of running gags, including corporate insensibility ("Tell them any number of scientific breakthroughs have been made by scientists working together. Crick and Watson, Penzias and Wilson, Gilbert and Sullivan--"), bigotry against smokers, personal ads, where rivers begin, and the unrelenting cheer of Browning's Pippa. In a nod to having a life outside of work, she weaves in her adventures at the local (trendy) cafe and her regular visits to the library.
While I understand this isn't highbrow literature, it is one of those reads that make one feel delightfully entertained, resulting in a lingering feeling of happy once it's over. It's my go to read when I need something light and clever to cleanse my palate in between those nail-biters. How much do I love it? I own a hardcover... and a paperback for lending. In view of my recent review of The Trespasser, I absolutely give this five stars.
December 16, 2018
Bellwether is one of Connie Willis' non-SF satirical (even farcical at times) comedies. It took me a couple of reads, about 10 years apart, to really appreciate it. Here’s my evolving take on this unique novel:
The bellwether sheep, who leads the flock
Bellwether Read #1, sometime around 2005: 3 stars. I'm a big Connie Willis, but she can be a little uneven. She seems to have two primary modes: farce/comedy of errors (usually with a little romance mixed in), and incredibly detailed and well-researched SF. Sometimes the two mix together, to delightful results (my favorite is To Say Nothing of the Dog).
Bellwether is in the farcical vein. It's not really science fiction since there's not much really speculative about it. Sandra Foster is a scientist who is researching the phenomenon of fads, in particular, how they start and spread. The plot felt like kind of a mad scramble, mixing the stress of research with the competition for a grant, the complications of Sandra's attraction for another researcher, and her frustrating daily run-ins with Flip, the Administrative Assistant from Hell.
It was an interesting read with some fun moments, but ultimately this one didn't really stick with me. But some of my GR friends love this book, so YMMV.
Interim thoughts (in between Read #1 and Read #2): Even though Bellwether didn't wow me the first time I read it, I've downloaded it and am going to give it a reread. The Wikipedia article on this novel makes a fascinating but pretty spoilerish comment about a particular name that opened my eyes to some interesting symbolism, and makes me want to revisit this book.
Bellwether Read #2, October 2015: 4 stars. I'm finished with my totally unplanned reread, and this one definitely deserves another star. I think the first time I read it I just expected more science fictiony stuff because, well, Connie Willis, and this short novel isn't that. But it is very funny; Willis' send-up of the worst parts of corporate culture is to die for, and her exploration of the way people unthinkingly jump on the bandwagon and adopt (often really idiotic) fads is worth reading. Interestingly, the "Pippa Passes" theme is much stronger and more explicit than I remembered from my first read. I kept an eye out for it this time, and it pops up repeatedly, as does a fascinating minor theme related to the "Toads and Diamonds" fairy tale that I had totally forgotten.
This book also makes a point about how society also cycles through phases of being "anti" various things--drinking (Prohibition), certain religions that are persecuted, obesity, smoking--and how those attitudes are also fads, in a very real sense.
Minus a star for being a bit slow in places and because the big reveal at the end didn't seem to me to be as earth-shattering as the book and the main characters were making it out to be. But still, this was very funny but thought-provoking reading, and I recommend it.
The bellwether sheep, who leads the flock
Bellwether Read #1, sometime around 2005: 3 stars. I'm a big Connie Willis, but she can be a little uneven. She seems to have two primary modes: farce/comedy of errors (usually with a little romance mixed in), and incredibly detailed and well-researched SF. Sometimes the two mix together, to delightful results (my favorite is To Say Nothing of the Dog).
Bellwether is in the farcical vein. It's not really science fiction since there's not much really speculative about it. Sandra Foster is a scientist who is researching the phenomenon of fads, in particular, how they start and spread. The plot felt like kind of a mad scramble, mixing the stress of research with the competition for a grant, the complications of Sandra's attraction for another researcher, and her frustrating daily run-ins with Flip, the Administrative Assistant from Hell.
It was an interesting read with some fun moments, but ultimately this one didn't really stick with me. But some of my GR friends love this book, so YMMV.
Interim thoughts (in between Read #1 and Read #2): Even though Bellwether didn't wow me the first time I read it, I've downloaded it and am going to give it a reread. The Wikipedia article on this novel makes a fascinating but pretty spoilerish comment about a particular name that opened my eyes to some interesting symbolism, and makes me want to revisit this book.
Bellwether Read #2, October 2015: 4 stars. I'm finished with my totally unplanned reread, and this one definitely deserves another star. I think the first time I read it I just expected more science fictiony stuff because, well, Connie Willis, and this short novel isn't that. But it is very funny; Willis' send-up of the worst parts of corporate culture is to die for, and her exploration of the way people unthinkingly jump on the bandwagon and adopt (often really idiotic) fads is worth reading. Interestingly, the "Pippa Passes" theme is much stronger and more explicit than I remembered from my first read. I kept an eye out for it this time, and it pops up repeatedly, as does a fascinating minor theme related to the "Toads and Diamonds" fairy tale that I had totally forgotten.
This book also makes a point about how society also cycles through phases of being "anti" various things--drinking (Prohibition), certain religions that are persecuted, obesity, smoking--and how those attitudes are also fads, in a very real sense.
Minus a star for being a bit slow in places and because the big reveal at the end didn't seem to me to be as earth-shattering as the book and the main characters were making it out to be. But still, this was very funny but thought-provoking reading, and I recommend it.
July 30, 2019
Not science fiction but rather fiction about science, akin to the distinction between a girlfriend and a friend that’s a girl. And like the difference between a platonic and an amorous relationship, this book is fun without too many complications.
It's about trend analysis, meaning a sociological study of fads, and chaos theory and how they interrelate. It's also well written, chatty and a light, enjoyable read. I'll read more of her work.
It's about trend analysis, meaning a sociological study of fads, and chaos theory and how they interrelate. It's also well written, chatty and a light, enjoyable read. I'll read more of her work.
February 9, 2017
Baaaaaaaa!
I'm caught in a horrible quandary. On the one hand, this is a purely wonderful and madcap whirlwind of farcical trendsetting, and I mean that most literally, in that it's ABOUT the madcap whirlwind of farcical trendsetting, and yet for all its humor, its chaos, its insight into human and animal behavior, and even how fads rule the sciences, I have to admit that this isn't *actually* science fiction.
It is a fantastic novella, though. :) It's funny on so many different levels, and there's even a romance that hits us like a fad from out of nowhere and changes everything, just like the never-ending quest to discover the source of the Bob hairstyle or the source of the Nile when people don't understand that gravity goes down.
Baaaaaaaa.
I'm still chuckling after reading this. There's something truly awesome about reading really great writing, no matter what the subject matter. I've always thought that Connie Willis is a brilliant writer, and I've come to trust that it doesn't matter in the slightest what the topic is. Her craft is amazing and she can turn anything at all into something that feels wild and chaotic while always holding us firmly in a narrator's hands. I love how I can feel both overwhelmed and zinged and yet always feel like the narrator is always in control of her own destiny, even so.
But is it SF? In the sense that SF is the fiction of idea exploration, absolutely, and what she does with it is clever, creative, and so, so fun. Baaaaaaaa!
Who cares. I can't pigeonhole her. Shouldn't ever try. She's just too good and is too competent in her voice, knowledge, humor, and talent. :)
I'm caught in a horrible quandary. On the one hand, this is a purely wonderful and madcap whirlwind of farcical trendsetting, and I mean that most literally, in that it's ABOUT the madcap whirlwind of farcical trendsetting, and yet for all its humor, its chaos, its insight into human and animal behavior, and even how fads rule the sciences, I have to admit that this isn't *actually* science fiction.
It is a fantastic novella, though. :) It's funny on so many different levels, and there's even a romance that hits us like a fad from out of nowhere and changes everything, just like the never-ending quest to discover the source of the Bob hairstyle or the source of the Nile when people don't understand that gravity goes down.
Baaaaaaaa.
I'm still chuckling after reading this. There's something truly awesome about reading really great writing, no matter what the subject matter. I've always thought that Connie Willis is a brilliant writer, and I've come to trust that it doesn't matter in the slightest what the topic is. Her craft is amazing and she can turn anything at all into something that feels wild and chaotic while always holding us firmly in a narrator's hands. I love how I can feel both overwhelmed and zinged and yet always feel like the narrator is always in control of her own destiny, even so.
But is it SF? In the sense that SF is the fiction of idea exploration, absolutely, and what she does with it is clever, creative, and so, so fun. Baaaaaaaa!
Who cares. I can't pigeonhole her. Shouldn't ever try. She's just too good and is too competent in her voice, knowledge, humor, and talent. :)
July 16, 2012
My main problem with Connie Willis books is that they usually have great characters and an interesting plot, but are thick with too much narrative padding, typically in the form of "funny bits" about bureaucratic incompetence and miscommunication due to mishaps with modern technology, and exhaustively-researched recitation of facts tangentially related to the story (famous last words and the Titanic disaster in Passage; facts of life during the Blitz in Blackout/All Clear; etc.). I go back and forth on whether these quirks ruin her novels or just make them more frustrating than they should be.
Bellwether is, on the other hand, a thin novel, but bizarrely, instead of a plot it includes only the narrative padding that makes up the worst third of any of her other books.
And some how, it is kind of great!
I mean, no, there isn't a plot. And the characters are her typical bumbling, absent-minded professors, researching something while making wry observations about how annoying everyone around them is. It's right in the author's wheelhouse, and she does it well here. The topic of the day this time is fads -- the origin of groupthink, essentially -- as well as chaos theory, which was kind of a big deal at the time thanks to the release of Jurassic Park a few years earlier (come on, admit it: you only know what chaos theory is because Jeff Goldblum explained it to you). Connie Willis Protagonist Sandra Foster (think Kate Hepburn) is working for HiTek Corporation, a ludicrous parody of the worst in '90s corporate trends, trying to figure out what caused the hair-bobbing craze of the '20s... for some reason. She falls in with another scientist, an affable Spencer Tracy type, who is studying chaotic systems.
Toss in some colorful supporting characters (Sarcastic slacker office assistant! Management-type only referred to as Management, like that is his name!), a malfunctioning cell phone, a few comic set-pieces, and a whole herd of sheep, and you've got a more than passable attempt at a literary version of a classic screwball comedy. It's not quite as zany as, say, Bringing Up Baby, but it reminded me a lot of Desk Set, a semi-obscure Tracy & Hepburn movie that is also about a romance blossoming amid a workplace in upheaval thanks to the follies of corporate "innovation." It's not the world's most memorable flick, but it's a lot of fun, and that sums up this book nicely.
Bellwether is, on the other hand, a thin novel, but bizarrely, instead of a plot it includes only the narrative padding that makes up the worst third of any of her other books.
And some how, it is kind of great!
I mean, no, there isn't a plot. And the characters are her typical bumbling, absent-minded professors, researching something while making wry observations about how annoying everyone around them is. It's right in the author's wheelhouse, and she does it well here. The topic of the day this time is fads -- the origin of groupthink, essentially -- as well as chaos theory, which was kind of a big deal at the time thanks to the release of Jurassic Park a few years earlier (come on, admit it: you only know what chaos theory is because Jeff Goldblum explained it to you). Connie Willis Protagonist Sandra Foster (think Kate Hepburn) is working for HiTek Corporation, a ludicrous parody of the worst in '90s corporate trends, trying to figure out what caused the hair-bobbing craze of the '20s... for some reason. She falls in with another scientist, an affable Spencer Tracy type, who is studying chaotic systems.
Toss in some colorful supporting characters (Sarcastic slacker office assistant! Management-type only referred to as Management, like that is his name!), a malfunctioning cell phone, a few comic set-pieces, and a whole herd of sheep, and you've got a more than passable attempt at a literary version of a classic screwball comedy. It's not quite as zany as, say, Bringing Up Baby, but it reminded me a lot of Desk Set, a semi-obscure Tracy & Hepburn movie that is also about a romance blossoming amid a workplace in upheaval thanks to the follies of corporate "innovation." It's not the world's most memorable flick, but it's a lot of fun, and that sums up this book nicely.
December 25, 2015
Insecure, ill-dressed chaos theorist desires intelligent, insightful, incandescent trends researcher. Must be SC.
Yes, this is a romance novel, of sorts. With socially awkward scientists and stuff. But it has something that most romance novels only aspire to: it’s laugh out loud funny. And smart. And sneaky: under the disguise of the boy meets girl plot, you might find out more than you bargained for about science, and about what makes us human. It is what The Big Bang Theory should have been and has no need of a laughter track.
You need to read the book to find out what SC stands in for. And why acronyms are an annoying fad that refuses to go gently into the oblivion of past similar fads. Management is probably responsible for its longevity.
- What’s the meeting about?
- Manager went to another seminar. Which means a sensitivity exercise, a new acronym, and more paperwork for us.
Having worked in Quality Management Systems for a few years, I can atest to the accuracy of this observation about pointless meetings and improvement ideas that mean nothing more than another batch of paper forms to fill. But that’s only one of the fads discussed in the book.
Sandra Foster is a researcher in a big institute called HiTek and her project is the study of all fads, fashions, trends: how are they started, why are people following them blindly, how can they be controlled, predicted, used (presumably by the big corporations that are sponsoring her studies). Hula-hoops, hair-bobbing, Rubik cubes, miniskirts, crocs, pointy shoes, Kewpie Dolls, chain letters, tattoos and crinolines – what do they have in common? and why is there a nexus of fad initiation in Marydale, Ohio?
Science has its fads and crazes, like anything else: string theory, eugenics, mesmerism.
The answer might have something to do with the research of another scientist in the same HiTek building, Doctor Bennet O’Reilly, whose interests lean towards chaos theory. He is trying to isolate the rogue element in a system of known variables or, to put it more simply, he would like to study the group behaviour of monkeys and extrapolate the findings to humans. He is only missing the monkeys, as the bureaucratic wheels in the institute move at a snail pace, with endless meetings and paperwork and little actual research done. The situation is hardly improved by Flip, the office assistant from Hell, who is allergic to work and misdelivers messages, mails and instructions from management. But at least Flip is incidental in the novel’s plot, as one one of her ‘accidental’ deliveries brings Bennet and Sandra together. With both of them being single, smart and workaholics, you don’t need a master’s degree in science to figure out they will fall for each other:
I had been following the oldest trend of all. Right over the cliff.
They take their time though in getting together, preferring instead to concentrate on work and on the multiple obstacles put in the way of their success by Flip (“An antiangel, wandering through the world spreading gloom and destruction.”), Managment and a reluctant flock of sheep. You might wonder what trending and chaos theory have in common, and how sheep get included in the equation. And what exactly is a bellwether? I won’t tell you here, better pick up the book and find out for yourselves. I wouldn’t want to spoil all the jokes and the screwball connections.
Can we discuss instead in general terms about the science part of the novel? How do you feel about research? The serious school of thought would have us believe that : “The process of scientific discovery is the logical extension of observation by experimentation”. Sandra Foster is living proof that : Nothing could be further from the truth. The process is exactly like any other human endeavor – messy, haphazard, misdirected, and heavily influenced by chance. . And yet, it works! Pasteur discovers peniciline by accident, X-rays are the by-product of a failed photograhy test, and fads are important not because corporations can use them to sell us more useless products, but because they tell us something important about ourselves:
And therein lay the secret to all fads: the herd instinct. People wanted to look like everybody else. That was why they bought white bucks and pedal pushers and bikinis. But someone had to be the first one to wear platform shoes, to bob their hair, and that took the opposite of herd instinct.
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When you’ve spent as much time studying fads as I have, you develop a hearty dislike for them. Especially aversion fads. They seem to bring out the worst in people. And it’s the principle of the thing. Next it might be chocolate cheesecake. Or reading. Come on.
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You shouldn’t be looking for the secret to making people follow fads, you should be looking for the secret to making them think for themselves. Because that’s what science is all about. And because the next fad may be the dangerous one, and you’ll find it out with the rest of the flock on your way over the cliff.
In conclusion, for the improvement of your mind and a chance to find your ‘SC’ other, here are a few simple steps that Dr. Sandra recommends:
- Find the bellwether. Think Pink!
- Eliminate acronyms.
- Eliminate meetings.
- Study effect of antismoking fad on ability to think clearly.
- Read Browning. And Dickens. And all the other classics.
I would add:
- read more Connie Willis,
- don’t forget to laugh – it’s good for your health,
- check out The Far Side albums by Gary Larson
- don’t be a sheep.
movie version dreamcast : Katherine Hepburn and Cary Crant.
images included in review : copyright Gary Larson.
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November 3, 2024Not really SF but no idea how to classify it. I'm always wary of Connie Willis, having enjoyed several of her light comedies and then had my heart punched out by The Doomsday Book. This one is safe, nobody will hurt you. It's a very entertaining, perhaps slightly picaresque account of a scientist who studies fads and the intersection of that with chaos theory, plus a bit of Robert Browning and a smidge of romance. Highly readable.
March 26, 2014
bell·weth·er - [ bél wèt͟hər ]
1. indicator of future developments or trends
2. leader
3. a sheep that leads the rest of the flock, usually wearing a bell around its neck
"Bennett told me you're working on fads analysis. Why did you decide to work with fads?"
"Everybody else was doing it."
Sandra Foster works for the HiTek corporation studying fads. How do fads start? Why do some things catch fire while others fizzle? And how can HiTek get in on the action? Purely by accident, she meets Bennett O'Reilly, a clumsily dressed, completely unfashionable biologist. He's a fascinating specimen to Sandra, as he seems completely immune to the influence of trends. Or, is there another reason she finds him so interesting?
The two of them end up working on a project together; a project involving the "orneriest, stubbornest, dumbest creatures on the planet" - sheep. After learning that herding sheep is harder than herding cats, the scientists realize they need a leader, a bellwether that will show them the way.
This was a surprisingly fun read that I enjoyed W-A-Y more than I expected.
Willis offers the funniest send-up of the corporate work environment since Initech - "Yeah. It's just we're putting new coversheets on all the TPS reports before they go out now."
Working for HiTek means filling out 68-page funding request forms and attending frequent, time-wasting meetings where employees learn about Efficiency Enhancers and perform sensitivity exercises that involve giving your partner a hug that says "I appreciate your personness."
Willis's characters never really come to life, but the story was such a swell ride, I didn't really mind that fact. This was an entertaining look at human nature and the mystery of why we humans tend to follow the flock.
1. indicator of future developments or trends
2. leader
3. a sheep that leads the rest of the flock, usually wearing a bell around its neck
"Bennett told me you're working on fads analysis. Why did you decide to work with fads?"
"Everybody else was doing it."
Sandra Foster works for the HiTek corporation studying fads. How do fads start? Why do some things catch fire while others fizzle? And how can HiTek get in on the action? Purely by accident, she meets Bennett O'Reilly, a clumsily dressed, completely unfashionable biologist. He's a fascinating specimen to Sandra, as he seems completely immune to the influence of trends. Or, is there another reason she finds him so interesting?
The two of them end up working on a project together; a project involving the "orneriest, stubbornest, dumbest creatures on the planet" - sheep. After learning that herding sheep is harder than herding cats, the scientists realize they need a leader, a bellwether that will show them the way.
This was a surprisingly fun read that I enjoyed W-A-Y more than I expected.
Willis offers the funniest send-up of the corporate work environment since Initech - "Yeah. It's just we're putting new coversheets on all the TPS reports before they go out now."
Working for HiTek means filling out 68-page funding request forms and attending frequent, time-wasting meetings where employees learn about Efficiency Enhancers and perform sensitivity exercises that involve giving your partner a hug that says "I appreciate your personness."
Willis's characters never really come to life, but the story was such a swell ride, I didn't really mind that fact. This was an entertaining look at human nature and the mystery of why we humans tend to follow the flock.
September 17, 2024
A 50s style romantic comedy?
A science fiction romantic comedy?
A fantasy realist romantic comedy?
Yes.
Bellwether is frustrating in the best way something can be frustrating. It tangles you in the knots (fairy-knots?) of its endless digressions while cleverly building up a design that is both insightful and obvious.
I saw the big twists coming, but I enjoyed the lead up and the pay off. The characters were fun, the writing was like Moby-Dick vs When Harry Met Sally but with a lot more sheep head-butting people and a lot less screaming cults of personality getting swallowed by monster whales.
I enjoyed it.
Read it in a single sitting.
8.5/10
A science fiction romantic comedy?
A fantasy realist romantic comedy?
Yes.
Bellwether is frustrating in the best way something can be frustrating. It tangles you in the knots (fairy-knots?) of its endless digressions while cleverly building up a design that is both insightful and obvious.
I saw the big twists coming, but I enjoyed the lead up and the pay off. The characters were fun, the writing was like Moby-Dick vs When Harry Met Sally but with a lot more sheep head-butting people and a lot less screaming cults of personality getting swallowed by monster whales.
I enjoyed it.
Read it in a single sitting.
8.5/10
June 8, 2020
This is a romantic comedy with a big idea, which makes it still a SF work in my view, even without overtly SF elements. It was published in 1996 and was Nebula and Locus award nominee. I read is as a part of monthly reading for June 2020 at Hugo & Nebula Awards: Best Novels group. The title, Bellwether, means a sheep that got something that makes the rest of the flock follow it.
The protagonist, Sandra Foster is a sociologist (majored in sociology and statistics) working in R&D at HiTek, an allusion to ‘academia’. Her professional interests are fads and what causes them and how discoveries are made. Her current project is to find out, why hair-bobbing suddenly become popular when it did.
The novel is full of good-natured grumblings about fads, youngsters, who care about outward signs of uniqueness but equally vacuous inside, bureaucracy in academia with tens of pages of “simplified forms”, which are impossible to fill and attempts of the management to instill the group spirit by some new coaching technique without understanding how scientists actually work.
Each chapter starts with an encyclopedia-like article on a fad, from hula-hoops to Dr. Spock to kewpies.
This was a pleasure to read!
Some quotes:
“All right, fellow workers,” Management said. “Do you have your five objectives? Flip, would you collect them?”
Elaine looked stricken. Gina snatched the list from her and wrote rapidly:
• Optimize potential.
• Facilitate empowerment.
• Implement visioning.
• Strategize priorities.
• Augment core structures.
“How did you do that?” I said admiringly.
“Those are the five things I always write down,” she said and handed the list to Flip as she slouched past.
***
There was a cut-out circle in the middle with what looked like a lowercase i tattooed right between her eyes.
“What’s your tattoo?”
“It’s not a tattoo,” she said, brushing her hair back so I could see it better. It was a lowercase i. “Nobody wears tattoos anymore.”
I started to draw her attention to her snowy owl and noticed that she was wearing duct tape there, too, a small circular patch right where the snowy owl had been.
“Tattoos are artificial. Sticking all those chemicals and cancerinogens under your skin,” she said. “It’s a brand.”
“A brand,” I said, wishing, as usual, that I hadn’t started this.
“Brands are organic. You’re not injecting something into your body. You’re bringing out something that’s already there in your natural body. Fire’s one of the four elements, you know.”
Sarah, over in Chem, would love to hear that. “I’ve never seen one before,” I said. “What does the i stand for?”
She looked confused. “Stand for? It doesn’t stand for anything. It’s I. You know, me. Who I am. It’s a personal statement.”
I decided not to ask her why her brand was lowercase, or if it had occurred to her that anyone seeing her with it would immediately assume it stood for incompetent.
***
“How much does a crown cost?” she said.
It seemed to be my day for questions out of left field. “A crown?” I said, bewildered. “You mean, like a tiara?”
“No-o-o,” she said. “A crown.”
I tried to picture a crown on top of Flip’s hank of hair, with her hair wrap hanging down one side, and failed. But whatever she was talking about, I’d better pay attention because it was likely to be the next big fad. Flip might be incompetent, insubordinate, and generally insufferable, but she was right there on the cutting edge of fashion.
“A crown,” I said. “Made out of gold?” I pantomimed placing one on my head. “With points?”
“Points?” she said, outraged. “It better not have points. A crown.”
“I’m sorry, Flip,” I said. “I don’t know—”
“You’re a scinentist,” she said. “You’re supposed to know scientific terms,” she said.
I wondered if crown had become a scientific term the way duct tape had become a personal errand.
“A crown!” she said, sighed enormously, and clopped out of the lab and down the hall.
The protagonist, Sandra Foster is a sociologist (majored in sociology and statistics) working in R&D at HiTek, an allusion to ‘academia’. Her professional interests are fads and what causes them and how discoveries are made. Her current project is to find out, why hair-bobbing suddenly become popular when it did.
The novel is full of good-natured grumblings about fads, youngsters, who care about outward signs of uniqueness but equally vacuous inside, bureaucracy in academia with tens of pages of “simplified forms”, which are impossible to fill and attempts of the management to instill the group spirit by some new coaching technique without understanding how scientists actually work.
Each chapter starts with an encyclopedia-like article on a fad, from hula-hoops to Dr. Spock to kewpies.
This was a pleasure to read!
Some quotes:
“All right, fellow workers,” Management said. “Do you have your five objectives? Flip, would you collect them?”
Elaine looked stricken. Gina snatched the list from her and wrote rapidly:
• Optimize potential.
• Facilitate empowerment.
• Implement visioning.
• Strategize priorities.
• Augment core structures.
“How did you do that?” I said admiringly.
“Those are the five things I always write down,” she said and handed the list to Flip as she slouched past.
***
There was a cut-out circle in the middle with what looked like a lowercase i tattooed right between her eyes.
“What’s your tattoo?”
“It’s not a tattoo,” she said, brushing her hair back so I could see it better. It was a lowercase i. “Nobody wears tattoos anymore.”
I started to draw her attention to her snowy owl and noticed that she was wearing duct tape there, too, a small circular patch right where the snowy owl had been.
“Tattoos are artificial. Sticking all those chemicals and cancerinogens under your skin,” she said. “It’s a brand.”
“A brand,” I said, wishing, as usual, that I hadn’t started this.
“Brands are organic. You’re not injecting something into your body. You’re bringing out something that’s already there in your natural body. Fire’s one of the four elements, you know.”
Sarah, over in Chem, would love to hear that. “I’ve never seen one before,” I said. “What does the i stand for?”
She looked confused. “Stand for? It doesn’t stand for anything. It’s I. You know, me. Who I am. It’s a personal statement.”
I decided not to ask her why her brand was lowercase, or if it had occurred to her that anyone seeing her with it would immediately assume it stood for incompetent.
***
“How much does a crown cost?” she said.
It seemed to be my day for questions out of left field. “A crown?” I said, bewildered. “You mean, like a tiara?”
“No-o-o,” she said. “A crown.”
I tried to picture a crown on top of Flip’s hank of hair, with her hair wrap hanging down one side, and failed. But whatever she was talking about, I’d better pay attention because it was likely to be the next big fad. Flip might be incompetent, insubordinate, and generally insufferable, but she was right there on the cutting edge of fashion.
“A crown,” I said. “Made out of gold?” I pantomimed placing one on my head. “With points?”
“Points?” she said, outraged. “It better not have points. A crown.”
“I’m sorry, Flip,” I said. “I don’t know—”
“You’re a scinentist,” she said. “You’re supposed to know scientific terms,” she said.
I wondered if crown had become a scientific term the way duct tape had become a personal errand.
“A crown!” she said, sighed enormously, and clopped out of the lab and down the hall.
September 1, 2016
*2.5 stars*
Underwhelming from Connie Willis, one of my long-time favorite authors. This book is less sci-fi (in fact, I didn't even shelve it as such), and more realistic fiction or speculative fiction, or even romantic comedy.
It's really hard to describe this book. It is sort of a rambling narrative about trends (actually pretty interesting), interpersonal relationships, and office environments with some chick-lit thrown in. It is a weird mix, and though I had no problem listening to it (due to an always great narration by Kate Reading), it was oddly dissatisfying.
I like other Connie Willis books much more.
July 17, 2022
I don’t write reviews.
And I usually wouldn’t read this kind of story. I think, maybe. What kind of story was it? The description claims science fiction and I suppose that’s true because there was science and it was fiction. Yet it wasn’t like any other science fiction I’ve read before. If I had to compare writers, this story was a mixture of Chuck Palahniuk (without the grossness), Max Barry and Jerry Stahl (without the grossness).
I found myself captivated by the listing of trends. Am I neurotic? No. It was a bit too much, too padded. Though charming, it was a struggle to reach novella length. I’m considering if I will read more by this writer.
And I usually wouldn’t read this kind of story. I think, maybe. What kind of story was it? The description claims science fiction and I suppose that’s true because there was science and it was fiction. Yet it wasn’t like any other science fiction I’ve read before. If I had to compare writers, this story was a mixture of Chuck Palahniuk (without the grossness), Max Barry and Jerry Stahl (without the grossness).
I found myself captivated by the listing of trends. Am I neurotic? No. It was a bit too much, too padded. Though charming, it was a struggle to reach novella length. I’m considering if I will read more by this writer.
January 18, 2023
“One of the nastier trends in library management in recent years is the notion that libraries should be "responsive to their patrons." This means having dozens of copies of The Bridges of Madison County and Danielle Steele, and a consequent shortage of shelf space, to cope with which librarians have taken to purging books that haven't been checked out lately.”
“Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?”
Typical Connie Willis novel. Funny, light and clever.
“Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?”
Typical Connie Willis novel. Funny, light and clever.
October 2, 2024
This book =
And that'sa scientifically proven fact Connie Willis for you.
Also, what Carol said.
And that's
Also, what Carol said.
August 27, 2010
Prior to picking this up, I'd read and greatly enjoyed two of Willis' other books: To Say Nothing of the Dog and The Doomsday Book. However, despite the science fiction packaging, this one is a completely different kettle of fish -- and not in a good way. It's basically a run-of-the-mill romantic comedy blended with an unsuccessful social satire. The heroine is a sociologist working for some kind of research firm (how this firm actually makes money is entirely unclear) who is attempting to isolate what triggers social fads in general, and hair bobbing in particular. She's kind of a Sally Sad Sack, smart and sensible but never sticking up for herself even when she knows she's been wronged. The question is whether she will succumb to the attention of a trend-following rancher, or pursue a decidedly untrendy physicist working on chaos theory. Just as the answer to that is entirely obvious the first time we meet the characters involved, so too is the satire entirely obvious and dead on the page.
About 1/3 of the satire is directed at the firm the heroine works for, but making fun of giant companies is like shooting fish in a barrel, and there's nothing remotely fresh or funny about Willis' efforts here. However, if you think jokes revolving around how the "Simplified Funding Application Form" is actually longer than the original form, then maybe you'll get some giggles out of this. Personally, I found it all pretty tedious. Similarly, there is a lot of oversatirization of trends which mainly comes off as cranky and dated, rather than light fun. Indeed, it reads all too much like an author working out their frustration with modern society. Overall, quite disappointing, considering how much I enjoyed the other books of hers I'd read.
About 1/3 of the satire is directed at the firm the heroine works for, but making fun of giant companies is like shooting fish in a barrel, and there's nothing remotely fresh or funny about Willis' efforts here. However, if you think jokes revolving around how the "Simplified Funding Application Form" is actually longer than the original form, then maybe you'll get some giggles out of this. Personally, I found it all pretty tedious. Similarly, there is a lot of oversatirization of trends which mainly comes off as cranky and dated, rather than light fun. Indeed, it reads all too much like an author working out their frustration with modern society. Overall, quite disappointing, considering how much I enjoyed the other books of hers I'd read.
August 16, 2015
I really have almost nothing to say about Bellwether itself, though the "all time favourites" shelf probably says enough, but this reread was an unusual one and I don't have any other social media site on which to share it. Quite a few people here will already know that Dorian, a Dublin friend, was in a serious accident back in February, and is still in hospital, technically in a coma, although she has woken up. The prognosis is not great, but of course brain injuries are always a big unknown. Back in April Dorian's husband said that it would be good if some friends could go visit her on a regular basis, to read or talk to her, along with the daily visits he and her family were doing. The first Friday I went, I brought To Say Nothing of the Dog, because it was a book I'd loaned Dorian shortly after we met up for the first time. I didn't know her reading tastes very well at that point, and didn't understand the slightly dazed look when I'd mentioned Wodehouse and Dorothy L. Sayers, but "I want!" made it clear. Of course she loved it, and borrowed it again, eventually tracking down her own copy. It didn't seem the right read in the hospital for some reason (although that might just have been me, as the first time seeing her was really tough) so I switched out for Bellwether.
As I said, I don't have much to say about the book itself, except that it seems unlikely there are many more challenging tests of a book than to read it to someone who's smart as hell, a voracious reader, and completely unresponsive. It was hard not to expect her to share a grin at "'Why did you decide to work with fads?' 'Everybody else was doing it'" or roll her eyes at all the eye-rolling done by Flip. Perhaps that's attributing a bit too much power to the reading of a wonderful book, but if I've learned anything from Connie Willis, it's that there's always hope. A few weeks ago her husband was there when I went in and we took her outside in the sun. The headrest on the wheelchair had slipped (which it always seems to do) and she was pushing at it. Patrick asked her if it was bothering her, and I said that I really hoped the first "What the fuck do you think?" was addressed to him, and not to some hapless nurse. (And yes, that would the exact wording.) Sandra predicts great things at the end of Bellwether, and I very much hope someday to get a cranky commentary from Dorian on my reading - whether choices or performance doesn't matter at all.
As I said, I don't have much to say about the book itself, except that it seems unlikely there are many more challenging tests of a book than to read it to someone who's smart as hell, a voracious reader, and completely unresponsive. It was hard not to expect her to share a grin at "'Why did you decide to work with fads?' 'Everybody else was doing it'" or roll her eyes at all the eye-rolling done by Flip. Perhaps that's attributing a bit too much power to the reading of a wonderful book, but if I've learned anything from Connie Willis, it's that there's always hope. A few weeks ago her husband was there when I went in and we took her outside in the sun. The headrest on the wheelchair had slipped (which it always seems to do) and she was pushing at it. Patrick asked her if it was bothering her, and I said that I really hoped the first "What the fuck do you think?" was addressed to him, and not to some hapless nurse. (And yes, that would the exact wording.) Sandra predicts great things at the end of Bellwether, and I very much hope someday to get a cranky commentary from Dorian on my reading - whether choices or performance doesn't matter at all.
September 26, 2013
A very different take on marketing and trends than the one presented in William Gibson's "Pattern Recognition!" Still, this book has some similarities: they're both non-sci-fi novels by authors known for their science fiction, and they both deal, thematically, with the human tendency toward ‘fads.' However, where Gibson's character Cayce has an almost psychic attunement to these trends, Willis' narrator is a much less glamorous, stressed-out researcher who's trying to understand how and why trends happen by attempting to track down the source of past fads. Plagued by the uniquely-fashionable but totally incompetent assistant, Flip (who is nearly the exact same character as ‘Bubbles' in Absolutely Fabulous [at least, I kept seeing her]), her work takes her through the maze of academic research institutions, bureaucratic red tape and illogical management, a mysteriously attractive scientist who seems to be immune to trends – to say nothing of the flock of sheep! ;-)
I didn't think this book was quite as good as either of the other Willis books I've read, but it was still definitely a fun and witty read.
I didn't think this book was quite as good as either of the other Willis books I've read, but it was still definitely a fun and witty read.
August 30, 2022
Reread November 2011 for the fourth or fifth time. Still love this book. It just delights every time, and every time I discover more "clues." Such a cleverly layered little book!
Reread 2022: Ah! Such a great palate cleanser after a really annoying nonfiction book I listened to! (I listened to the audiobook this time.)
Reread 2022: Ah! Such a great palate cleanser after a really annoying nonfiction book I listened to! (I listened to the audiobook this time.)
April 17, 2020
Connie Willis has long been one of my favorite authors; her masterpiece Doomsday Book remains one of the most powerful reading experiences of my life. With Bellwether, she’s in her screwball comedy mode, and the result is totally delightful, filled with her impeccably-conceived plotting, truly funny dialogue, and no small amount of heart. As always, she’s fascinated by the manner in which random acts and chaos conspire to coalesce into life-changing moments, and even when she’s approaching these ideas with humor and silliness, her intelligence and regard for science and scientists shines through. This was supremely enjoyable.
November 5, 2021
Me ha gustado mucho esta comedia alocada en la que Connie Willis da vueltas sobre múltiples asuntos, desde las relaciones en el puesto de trabajo o la gestión de personal al carácter autodidacta de la educación de tus hijos e hijas pasando por el éxito de ciertos juguetes respecto a otros o las complicaciones para contactar con las personas que necesitas contactar en el momento necesario. Lo deslumbrante de todo ello es cómo Willis lo enhebra a través de dos ideas: el origen de las modas y la teoría del caos. La estructura, la secuencia de la trama, la especulación central... todo en Oveja Mansa está pensado para ponerlas de manifiesto de una manera orgánica. Así, la narración se convierte de principio a fin en un caso práctico de las cuestiones centrales en una novela que es todo inteligencia y ritmo. Debería estar siempre disponible.
August 18, 2021
2021
I was in the mood for something non-stressful this week, so I picked this up. I continue to adore this book. Basically, see my review below. And the last third of this just makes me happy.
2013
So, I actually read this late last night. I picked it up, and did not put it down.
I love everything about this book. I love that it gets science right. I love how it characterizes bureaucracy. I love how it's told. I love the details. I love the relationship and how it develops between Ben and Sandy. I love how Connie Willis does relationships more than most romance novels. it's so delightful. probably because the romance isn't everything, it doesn't feel separate from reality, but rather like it fits within it.
Also, I love the sheep.
I'm going to have to buy this one too.
I want to read it again. It's perfect.
Okay, I've decided to add a bit to this. I should perhaps include one caveat in my review. I'm a former biology grad student who now works for the civil service, the heart of bureaucracy. As such, this book is basically the intersection of a lot of things that appeal to me.
Note: Seriously, don't read these spoilers if you haven't read the book, because they're rather significant.
I was in the mood for something non-stressful this week, so I picked this up. I continue to adore this book. Basically, see my review below. And the last third of this just makes me happy.
2013
So, I actually read this late last night. I picked it up, and did not put it down.
I love everything about this book. I love that it gets science right. I love how it characterizes bureaucracy. I love how it's told. I love the details. I love the relationship and how it develops between Ben and Sandy. I love how Connie Willis does relationships more than most romance novels. it's so delightful. probably because the romance isn't everything, it doesn't feel separate from reality, but rather like it fits within it.
Also, I love the sheep.
I'm going to have to buy this one too.
I want to read it again. It's perfect.
Okay, I've decided to add a bit to this. I should perhaps include one caveat in my review. I'm a former biology grad student who now works for the civil service, the heart of bureaucracy. As such, this book is basically the intersection of a lot of things that appeal to me.
Note: Seriously, don't read these spoilers if you haven't read the book, because they're rather significant.
April 26, 2019
"Fashion!
Turn to the left
Fashion!
Turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!"
lyrics by David Bowie
Dr. Sandra Foster is studying trends, where did they start, who started them and can she create the next big trend. Unfortunately she has a unhelpful assistant...
Teenage mind-set
What’s this?”
“A birthday present for Dr. Damati’s little girl.”
She had already pulled it out and was examining it curiously.
“It’s a book,” I said.
“Didn’t they have the video?”
Management - We are here to help you
“What’s Management up to?” I whispered to Bennett.
“My guess is a new acronym,” he whispered. “Departmental Unification Management Business.” He wrote down the letters on his legal pad. “D.U.M.B.”
“We have several items of business today,” Management said happily. “First, some of you have been having minor difficulties filling out the simplified funding allocation forms. You’ll be receiving a memo that answers all your questions. The interdepartmental communications liaison is in the process of making copies for each of you right now.”
Bennett put his head down on the table.
Buzz words to keep Management happy
Optimize potential.
Facilitate empowerment.
Implement visioning.
Strategize priorities.
Augment core structures.
Dr Sandra Foster and her unfashionable scientist friend combine statistics and sheep to solve why we have crazy fads and trends with hilarious results.
Enjoy!
November 1, 2024
Hace unos pocos días pagué la matrícula para entrar en el programa de doctorado, por lo que en unos meses mi vida volverá a estar vinculada a una institución científica y mi trabajo puesto a su servicio. Eso significa que entraré como un engranaje más de una máquina perfectamente calibrada y engrasada a la que una recua de burócratas, chupatintas y cantamañanas incompetentes se esfuerzan en sabotear introduciendo palos en forma de trámites innecesarios que rellenar de acuerdo a unas instrucciones escritas en un lenguaje ininteligible que tardas horas en completar; firmas de documentos de contenido incomprensible que pasaran por diez manos antes de llegar a su destinatario definitivo, si es que llega, solo para que te dejen usar la sala del microscopio electrónico; o cursos absurdos sobre cómo mejorar la productividad en tu trabajo, tu salud mental, tu desconexión digital o conectar con tu yo interior, yo que solo quiere que lo dejen en paz para hacer sus malditos experimentos, escribir sus malditos artículos y mandarlos a revistas que se rigen por los mismos códigos incomprensibles, reiniciando este mecanismo infernal que, demasiado tarde, descubres que es una trituradora a la que tu mismo decidiste entregarte para que tus pares tengan que llamarte Doctor Bernad, experto en conuláridos.
¿Se me nota la emoción, a que sí?
Pues todo lo que os he descrito lo encontraréis en esta novela de Connie Willis. Todo, excepto por un pequeño, diminuto, casi despreciable elemento: Flip, posiblemente el ser más irritante de la creación literaria. Si llego a encontrar una persona así de tarada en la universidad le meto fuego.
Esta novela, y llamarla así es estirar obscenamente el significado de la palabra, trata sobre cómo se hace la ciencia y a cuantos obstáculos debe enfrentarse el pobre diablo que se dedica a ella. La protagonista es Sandra Foster, y su trabajo es estudiar y predecir las modas, una tarea que los legos considerarían absurda pero que su empresa ve de vital importancia pues predecir los cambios sociales significa predecir qué va a comprar la gente en el futuro inmediato. Sin embargo, Sandra está atascada, y es que identificar el origen del pelo corto en la moda femenina americana de principios de siglo XX tiene su miga, máxime cuando tienes que hacer frente a charlas motivacionales, rellenar impresos, informes y más chorradas burocráticas. Y Flip, la ayudante, un ser que solo sirve para generar el caos. Su labor es solucionar problemas y aliviar la carga de trabajo rutinaria que deben enfrentar los científicos de la empresa, pero su incapacidad para comportarse como un ser humano funcional hace que los problemas y carga de trabajo se multipliquen a la enésima potencia. En serio, cualquier cosa que diga de este infraser se queda corto, no hay palabras en la lengua española capaces de abarcar la magnitud de su estupidez. Entre los muchos problemas que su actividad genera está traspapelar el permiso para conseguir nuevos monos para los experimentos del compañero de Sandra, Bennett O'Reilly, experto en la teoría del caos. Al carecer de sus monos, Bennett no puede continuar con sus investigaciones. Sandra en ese momento tendrá una revelación. Ella salía con un ranchero que se dedica a la cría de ganado ovino, y que mejor objeto de estudio del caos que una voluble y sincronizado rebaño de ovejas. Así, Sandra y Bennett combinaran sus áreas de estudio gracias a las ovejas, aunque tendrán que seguir capeando las muchas contingencias generadas por la indigente mental que es Flip. Dios, cómo te odio.
La historia, grosso modo, es un ejemplo muy alargado de cómo funcionan los sistemas complejos, el efecto mariposa y la teoría del caos, cómo la más imperceptible alteración de una insignificante variable es capaz de hacer caer en la entropía absoluta a un sistema ordenado o, por el contrario, configurar un orden aparente dentro del caos. La forma que busca Connie Willis para transmitirnos este concepto matemático es el humor, y eso hace que, en ocasiones, toda la novela se sienta un chiste alargado.
El humor muchas veces roza lo subnormal, no lo absurdo, no lo surrealista: la más absoluta estulticia. Los personajes se comportan como dibujos animados en el mejor de los casos, la narradora te martiriza con un humor americano que consiste en enumerar datos y acumular excentricidades con la esperanza de que alguna te resulte simpatica. Y sí, a veces acierta, pero cuando falla es doloroso como una hernia. En especial Flip. Ya lo decía Robert Downey Jr. en Tropic Thunder, cuando haces un tonto entrañable ganas un Oscar, pero cuando vas "full-retarded" solo logras hacer el ridículo. Y lo de Flip es como una catástrofe natural, leer su nombre en una frase es invocar a Asmodeo, leerlo entre guiones es prepararte para el desastre. Hubiera arrancado las páginas del libro si no lo hubiera leído en ebook.
En fin, y resumiendo, la premisa y las intenciones de Connie Willis son lo mejor de la novela. La ejecución, sin embargo, es terrible por su humor excesivamente imbecil y sus personajes caricaturescos. Espero que su saga de viajeros del tiempo no tenga este tono humorístico. Mi estómago es capaz de resistir 250 páginas de idioteces, pero 800 ya son para un opositor a mártir.
¿Se me nota la emoción, a que sí?
Pues todo lo que os he descrito lo encontraréis en esta novela de Connie Willis. Todo, excepto por un pequeño, diminuto, casi despreciable elemento: Flip, posiblemente el ser más irritante de la creación literaria. Si llego a encontrar una persona así de tarada en la universidad le meto fuego.
Esta novela, y llamarla así es estirar obscenamente el significado de la palabra, trata sobre cómo se hace la ciencia y a cuantos obstáculos debe enfrentarse el pobre diablo que se dedica a ella. La protagonista es Sandra Foster, y su trabajo es estudiar y predecir las modas, una tarea que los legos considerarían absurda pero que su empresa ve de vital importancia pues predecir los cambios sociales significa predecir qué va a comprar la gente en el futuro inmediato. Sin embargo, Sandra está atascada, y es que identificar el origen del pelo corto en la moda femenina americana de principios de siglo XX tiene su miga, máxime cuando tienes que hacer frente a charlas motivacionales, rellenar impresos, informes y más chorradas burocráticas. Y Flip, la ayudante, un ser que solo sirve para generar el caos. Su labor es solucionar problemas y aliviar la carga de trabajo rutinaria que deben enfrentar los científicos de la empresa, pero su incapacidad para comportarse como un ser humano funcional hace que los problemas y carga de trabajo se multipliquen a la enésima potencia. En serio, cualquier cosa que diga de este infraser se queda corto, no hay palabras en la lengua española capaces de abarcar la magnitud de su estupidez. Entre los muchos problemas que su actividad genera está traspapelar el permiso para conseguir nuevos monos para los experimentos del compañero de Sandra, Bennett O'Reilly, experto en la teoría del caos. Al carecer de sus monos, Bennett no puede continuar con sus investigaciones. Sandra en ese momento tendrá una revelación. Ella salía con un ranchero que se dedica a la cría de ganado ovino, y que mejor objeto de estudio del caos que una voluble y sincronizado rebaño de ovejas. Así, Sandra y Bennett combinaran sus áreas de estudio gracias a las ovejas, aunque tendrán que seguir capeando las muchas contingencias generadas por la indigente mental que es Flip. Dios, cómo te odio.
La historia, grosso modo, es un ejemplo muy alargado de cómo funcionan los sistemas complejos, el efecto mariposa y la teoría del caos, cómo la más imperceptible alteración de una insignificante variable es capaz de hacer caer en la entropía absoluta a un sistema ordenado o, por el contrario, configurar un orden aparente dentro del caos. La forma que busca Connie Willis para transmitirnos este concepto matemático es el humor, y eso hace que, en ocasiones, toda la novela se sienta un chiste alargado.
El humor muchas veces roza lo subnormal, no lo absurdo, no lo surrealista: la más absoluta estulticia. Los personajes se comportan como dibujos animados en el mejor de los casos, la narradora te martiriza con un humor americano que consiste en enumerar datos y acumular excentricidades con la esperanza de que alguna te resulte simpatica. Y sí, a veces acierta, pero cuando falla es doloroso como una hernia. En especial Flip. Ya lo decía Robert Downey Jr. en Tropic Thunder, cuando haces un tonto entrañable ganas un Oscar, pero cuando vas "full-retarded" solo logras hacer el ridículo. Y lo de Flip es como una catástrofe natural, leer su nombre en una frase es invocar a Asmodeo, leerlo entre guiones es prepararte para el desastre. Hubiera arrancado las páginas del libro si no lo hubiera leído en ebook.
En fin, y resumiendo, la premisa y las intenciones de Connie Willis son lo mejor de la novela. La ejecución, sin embargo, es terrible por su humor excesivamente imbecil y sus personajes caricaturescos. Espero que su saga de viajeros del tiempo no tenga este tono humorístico. Mi estómago es capaz de resistir 250 páginas de idioteces, pero 800 ya son para un opositor a mártir.
April 18, 2020
Smart, funny, serendipitous.
Frustratingly amusing and eye-rolling in its terrifyingly accurate depictions of the intersection of research, grants, and corporate buzzword bingo.
I loved the chapter introductions of past fads which is what our intrepid heroine Sandra is researching.
Someone lead me here, could have been Chris or carol. --Thanks!
Final thoughts:
Frustratingly amusing and eye-rolling in its terrifyingly accurate depictions of the intersection of research, grants, and corporate buzzword bingo.
"Are you sure? She doesn't look too bright."
"If she was, the others wouldn't follow her," I said.
I loved the chapter introductions of past fads which is what our intrepid heroine Sandra is researching.
hair wreaths (1870-90)---
Ghoulish Victorian handicraft fad in which the hair of a deceased loved one (or assortment of loved ones, preferably with different-colored hair) was made into flowers. [...]
Someone lead me here, could have been Chris or carol. --Thanks!
Final thoughts:
"You need a bellwether."
April 5, 2011
Can we all agree to stop comparing banning smoking in public lounges to a) racial segregation and b) the Holocaust? Thx.
A tedious, unamusing, and flat rom-com populated with tedious, unamusing, and flat characters. So, this was a good book to pick up to get back into reading Connie Willis. (A lie.)
A tedious, unamusing, and flat rom-com populated with tedious, unamusing, and flat characters. So, this was a good book to pick up to get back into reading Connie Willis. (A lie.)
March 16, 2007
This is a formulaic love story set in what is supposed to be a research institution. The author has clearly done a lot of reading and found a lot of trivia about fads, and drops short infobites about fads in history into the text throughout. Unfortunately the plot moves slowly, the writing is competent in a breezey way and the researchers don't appear to do any real research. As a researcher myself I was disappointed in the shallow portrayal of science. Apart from the rather unlikely ways in which the main characters conduct their research (going to the public library to find general books on sheep? Sorting newspaper clippings but never having any idea of a theoretical approach?) there are just silly factual mistakes, like when the protagonist is said to have a double major in her PhD.
William Gibson's Pattern Recognition is about the same general ideas but is much better written with a more engaging and less cliched plot.
William Gibson's Pattern Recognition is about the same general ideas but is much better written with a more engaging and less cliched plot.
May 19, 2014
As you may know, I have an up-and-down relationship with Connie Willis books. I think some of them are astoundingly good. I think some of them are very weak. So I always start a new one wondering which it's going to be. And then there's Bellwether, which is barely even science fiction, and it's fun, but a bit forgettable. This one didn't disappoint me, but it wasn't anything more than fine.
Note: The rest of this review has been withdrawn due to the changes in Goodreads policy and enforcement. You can read why I came to this decision here.
In the meantime, you can read the entire review at Smorgasbook
Note: The rest of this review has been withdrawn due to the changes in Goodreads policy and enforcement. You can read why I came to this decision here.
In the meantime, you can read the entire review at Smorgasbook
June 2, 2020
I'm not sure why it is supposed to be SF, but I liked the interconnection of trend followers, sheep flocks and 'overworked' mail manager in such a weird, chaotic and in the end totally logic way.
Like with all her books I was fascinated by Willis' fascination of a topic I would have never thought of (in this case trend analysis) and learned a lot. She is so intelligent and well versed - and she takes the piss in such a polite and friendly way that I'm still convinced deep down that she must be British ( ;) - yeah, I know, she isn't)
This one is on the light end of her spectrum. A through and through enjoyable read without the emotional depth of works like "Blackout", "Passage" or "Doomsday Book". Wonderful to just lean back and have a good time.
Like with all her books I was fascinated by Willis' fascination of a topic I would have never thought of (in this case trend analysis) and learned a lot. She is so intelligent and well versed - and she takes the piss in such a polite and friendly way that I'm still convinced deep down that she must be British ( ;) - yeah, I know, she isn't)
This one is on the light end of her spectrum. A through and through enjoyable read without the emotional depth of works like "Blackout", "Passage" or "Doomsday Book". Wonderful to just lean back and have a good time.
October 5, 2024
A lovely bit of romance anchored by clever references to chaos theory, management theory, and the eternal question of what drives fads to come and go. Normally I keep my distance from romantic comedy (whether in print or on the screen), but given how much I enjoyed Willis’ To Say Nothing of the Dog, and carol’s enthusiastic recommendation for this book, I decided to take the plunge.
Willis’ story balances typical corporate events at the HiTek research company with the evolving relationship between Sandra, a sociologist who is looking for the one trigger that started the hair-bobbing fad in the 1920s, and Bennett, whose scientific pursuits are related to chaos theory. The budding romance is pending in the background, but there is always so much else going on that at no point was I gritting my teeth over too-much-cute.
Running through the book, somehow continually moving the plot forward, is Flip. She’s in charge of “interdepartmental communications” - delivering mail and making copies - but is spectacularly incompetent at these things, far more concerned with all things trendy than her job responsibilities.
I couldn’t help laughing aloud at HiTek management’s ongoing efforts to change corporate culture in response to the latest craze in management theory. I was present for that gobbledygook in the 80s and 90s, and I still harbor some resentment over all the wasted time that never resulted in meaningful change.
Other tangential characters are the object of gentle teasing by Willis. Sandra’s “cowboy” boyfriend, who spends more time online and driving from Wyoming to Colorado for conferences than he does on his ranch. Her female colleagues who take trendy, but ineffective, approaches to child rearing and landing a spouse. The staff at the local library who are completely unfamiliar with all but - you guessed it - the most trendy books.
All in all, lots of fun, and a reminder of Willis’ prodigious talent.
Willis’ story balances typical corporate events at the HiTek research company with the evolving relationship between Sandra, a sociologist who is looking for the one trigger that started the hair-bobbing fad in the 1920s, and Bennett, whose scientific pursuits are related to chaos theory. The budding romance is pending in the background, but there is always so much else going on that at no point was I gritting my teeth over too-much-cute.
Running through the book, somehow continually moving the plot forward, is Flip. She’s in charge of “interdepartmental communications” - delivering mail and making copies - but is spectacularly incompetent at these things, far more concerned with all things trendy than her job responsibilities.
I couldn’t help laughing aloud at HiTek management’s ongoing efforts to change corporate culture in response to the latest craze in management theory. I was present for that gobbledygook in the 80s and 90s, and I still harbor some resentment over all the wasted time that never resulted in meaningful change.
Other tangential characters are the object of gentle teasing by Willis. Sandra’s “cowboy” boyfriend, who spends more time online and driving from Wyoming to Colorado for conferences than he does on his ranch. Her female colleagues who take trendy, but ineffective, approaches to child rearing and landing a spouse. The staff at the local library who are completely unfamiliar with all but - you guessed it - the most trendy books.
All in all, lots of fun, and a reminder of Willis’ prodigious talent.
May 25, 2021
25 May 2021
I chose wisely. Willis is a kind writer, and she has a firm grasp of what chaos feels like in the day to day. She doesn't say that everything will be better, only that some things will be.
Well, okay, this is a screwball comedy, so everything is better for everyone. But Doomsday Book manages to retain optimism even in the face of terrible loss. Comfort and joy are marvelous gifts to share.
***
24 May 2021
I just wanted something wholesome and pleasant. It was suggested that I read something with magical cats (or at least magic and cats) because I was sure to have something like that. Indeed I do. So I cracked open Calling on Dragons to read the first several chapters about Morwen and her little house and her nine cats that she can talk to. But then Killer appears and my threshold is quite low for him.
Note to publishers: why would you not add the cover art to your ebook. Some of us still want to see a pretty cover, even if it is in grayscale. I like to start my reading at the beginning. And while I'm on it, please put your ebook versions in the same order as the print versions. Sure, it's lazy of me, but I like know where to find the copyright page.
***
19 October 2015
I wanted to reread and the library copy wasn't available so that was an excellent reason to buy a copy.
Personal copy
***
1998
Fun fact: I didn't know what a bellwether was until I read this.
library copy
I chose wisely. Willis is a kind writer, and she has a firm grasp of what chaos feels like in the day to day. She doesn't say that everything will be better, only that some things will be.
Well, okay, this is a screwball comedy, so everything is better for everyone. But Doomsday Book manages to retain optimism even in the face of terrible loss. Comfort and joy are marvelous gifts to share.
***
24 May 2021
I just wanted something wholesome and pleasant. It was suggested that I read something with magical cats (or at least magic and cats) because I was sure to have something like that. Indeed I do. So I cracked open Calling on Dragons to read the first several chapters about Morwen and her little house and her nine cats that she can talk to. But then Killer appears and my threshold is quite low for him.
Note to publishers: why would you not add the cover art to your ebook. Some of us still want to see a pretty cover, even if it is in grayscale. I like to start my reading at the beginning. And while I'm on it, please put your ebook versions in the same order as the print versions. Sure, it's lazy of me, but I like know where to find the copyright page.
***
19 October 2015
I wanted to reread and the library copy wasn't available so that was an excellent reason to buy a copy.
Personal copy
***
1998
Fun fact: I didn't know what a bellwether was until I read this.
library copy
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