NESFA Press issued this book to mark Michael Swanwick's appearance at Boskone 2000 as Guest of Honour, and it honours him more than adequately.
But peculiarly, this is not the only Swanwick collection due out this year, and not the most important. By Swanwick’s own account, he was able to boast at Boskone that four of his collections were appearing in 2000, which occasioned the joke that his murder at the convention would make all authors present suspects, their motive simple jealousy. Moon Dogs competes with Puck Aleshire’s Abecedary (Dragon Press), a chapbook of very short stories, Tales Of Old Earth (Frog, forthcoming), a definitive selection from Swanwick’s stories of the last decade, and Cigar-Box Faust and Other Miniatures (Tachyon, forthcoming), which assembles much short short fiction. That Moon Dogs is in a real sense a clean-up collection of work that failed to fit in elsewhere, and yet is of such a high standard anyway, is a tribute to Swanwick’s consistently great skill at shorter lengths, the intelligent sardonic glitter that is his narrative trademark, the true Swanwick sparkle.
But he had help. Five of the stories in Moon Dogs are collaborations with other authors, and in at least four of these cases it was the other who conceived the tale. When Avram Davidson died in 1993, he left various incomplete manuscripts; Swanwick has rounded off two. "Mickelrede" is a novel that Davidson outlined but abandoned, a strange confection about a technologically regressive parallel world whose rulers, besotted with gladiatorial sports, are threatened by Machiavellian Neanderthals periodically in possession of a giant holy slide-rule. Swanwick respectfully and stylishly fills in gaps and adds his comments. "Vergil Magus: King Without Country" is an episode in the career of a great mediaeval wizard Davidson unfortunately portrayed in only two completed novels; this fragment is narrated in Davidson’s best courtly-farcical manner, and Swanwick provides it with an appropriately ironic conclusion.
"Ancestral Voices" and "The City of God" are novellas commenced early in his career by Gardner Dozois, one of the best SF short story writers of the Seventies, in characteristic manner, with floods of emotional prose, but dropped for want of satisfactory plot direction. Swanwick’s role in the alien-predator tale "Ancestral Voices" is subordinate, as Dozois’ moody colours prevail; but "The City of God" is a potent demonstration of the virtues of literary collaboration, as Dozois’ portrayal of a working man’s rebellion against the grinding oppression of his far-future society (Hell) acquires an elegant counterpoint in Swanwick’s surreal evocation of a Man-made Heaven. And "Ships", co-written with Jack Dann, is one of the most breathtakingly savage stories in the recent Fantasy canon, a delineation with apocalyptic brimstone relish of the elevation of a couple’s marital quarrels to the stage of Celestial warfare.
The original pieces in Moon Dogs are no less impressive. The title story is a short parable of how, in a future devastated by diseases rampant after human overuse of antibiotics, the old medical errors find brutal expression in the psychotic behaviour of a reclusive woman. It is complemented by another Dreadful Warning, the play "The Dead" (which has also appeared as a short story); here, capitalist exploitation of labour, including that of the literally deceased, becomes, even more fully than in Ian McDonald’s Necroville (1994), a measure of how dead people can become to each other, and to themselves. "Griffin’s Egg", a novella originally published as a short book in 1991, is also a story of intense didactic forcefulness: it sums up just how inadequate present human standards of co-operation and understanding are in the face of existing requirements, let alone the demands of transforming novelty. A claustrophobic battle for survival in an industrial Moon colony, one skirmish in a general war raging on Earth, is enough to suggest to those surviving that they must evolve into something better, and they set about this. It is either transcendence, or the general death evoked in the other tales.
Swanwick’s non-fiction is amply on display in Moon Dogs. There are his short exercises in autobiography; his tribute to Avram Davidson and a "Hagiography of Saint Dozois"; elegant reflections on the state of SF in the 1990s; a paradoxical take on how life can imitate fiction. But most notable are the twin essays on SF and Fantasy previously published in Asimov’s and in the Tachyon chapbook The Postmodern Archipelago. "A User’s Guide to the Postmoderns" is a devastatingly accurate and comic account of the "Cyberpunk-Humanist Wars" of the early to mid-80s, telling of vitriolic pamphlet propaganda, personality clashes, high literary aspiration and eccentricity, and ultimate truce. "In The Tradition" is a milder but still controversial attempt to isolate exactly what can fairly be termed "Hard Fantasy"; that it’s not altogether successful doesn’t detract from the joy of reading it. In all these effusions, Swanwick is a sage but sardonic observer, writing with economy and great style.
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这本书的开篇简直像一团迷雾,让人一下子就被卷了进去,作者的叙事节奏把握得极好,既不拖沓,又能让每一个细节都深深地刻在脑海里。我记得最清楚的是主角初次踏入那个被遗忘的港口小镇的场景,空气中弥漫着咸湿和某种难以言喻的腐朽气息,街边的灯光昏黄得像是快要熄灭的灵魂,人物的对话简短而充满张力,每一个词语都像经过千锤百炼的利刃,直插人心。这本书最厉害的地方在于,它很少直接告诉你“发生了什么”,而是通过环境的渲染、人物细微的表情变化以及那些若有似无的伏笔,构建了一个庞大而精密的心理迷宫。你以为你抓住了故事的主线,但转过一个“街角”,又发现自己完全置身于另一个维度。这种叙事上的跳跃和留白,极大地激发了读者的主动性,我时常需要停下来,合上书本,在脑海中重新梳理刚刚读到的信息碎片,尝试拼凑出作者隐藏的意图。尤其是一些关于记忆和时间错位的处理,简直是神来之笔,让人不禁怀疑,我们所读到的,究竟是现实,还是主角被扭曲的感知?这种阅读体验,是近年来罕见的、需要全神贯注才能享受到的文学盛宴。
评分我必须得承认,这本书的语言风格极其冷峻,甚至带有一种近乎残酷的美学。它没有使用太多华丽的辞藻来堆砌场景,相反,它偏爱使用短促、精确、充满力量感的句子,仿佛是老式打字机敲击出的电报,每一个字都承载着沉重的分量。我特别欣赏作者对动作场面的描写,那种紧张感不是通过血腥来堆砌的,而是通过对身体极限、环境压力的细致入微的刻画实现的。比如有一场关于追逐戏的段落,读起来让我几乎屏住了呼吸,作者不是在描述“他跑得很快”,而是通过描述他肺部的灼烧感、脚下碎石的滑动、以及耳边风声的尖啸,让你真实地“成为”那个奔跑者。更令人称奇的是,即便是在这种高强度的叙事中,作者依然能不动声色地植入哲学层面的思考,关于自由意志与宿命论的探讨,自然而然地融入了角色最本能的反应之中。这本书的阅读过程,与其说是在看一个故事,不如说是在经历一场高强度的智力与情感的搏击训练,它强迫你跳出舒适区,去直面那些潜藏在日常之下的、冰冷而坚硬的真相。
评分从主题的深度来看,这本书远非表面上看起来的那么简单。它披着一层硬核科幻或惊悚小说的外衣,但内核却是在探讨现代社会中个体异化和身份重构的深刻议题。叙事中多次出现的“镜像”和“复制”的意象,构成了贯穿全书的隐喻线索,作者用一种近乎临床的精确性,解剖了人在面对身份危机时的焦虑与挣扎。我读到关于城市边缘人群的描写时,深感一种莫名的共鸣和不安,那种被社会结构抛弃、在庞大机器的阴影下努力维持自我完整性的状态,被作者描绘得入木三分。这本书的厉害之处在于,它没有提供任何廉价的答案或安慰,它只是平静地展示了问题的复杂性,让你在阅读结束后,不得不开始审视自身所处的位置,以及“我是谁”这个看似简单却无比沉重的问题。它不是一本让人轻松消遣的书,而是一面映照我们自身困境的镜子,有些刺眼,但绝对真实。
评分这本书的结构设计,简直是一次对传统叙事模式的颠覆性挑战。它不是线性的,更不是简单的章节堆叠,它更像是一部多维度的交响乐,不同的时间线和叙事视角如同不同的声部,时而交织,时而对立,最终汇聚成一个宏大而令人震撼的高潮。我特别喜欢作者在不同“碎片”之间设置的微妙的衔接点,那些可能只是一个重复出现的符号、一个特定的气味描述,或者是一句未完待续的对话,它们就像是隐藏的导轨,将看似无关紧要的片段精准地导向最终的爆发点。读到后期,我开始热衷于在阅读时做笔记,试图将这些碎片按照自己的理解重新排序,享受那种“解密”的快感。这种非线性的叙事手法,虽然对读者的专注力要求极高,但也极大地增强了故事的宿命感和史诗感,让人感觉自己不仅仅是在阅读一个故事,而是在参与一场跨越时空的考古工作,去挖掘被时间掩埋的真相。
评分这本书的配角群像塑造,简直达到了教科书级别的水准,让人过目难忘,甚至有些配角的光芒完全盖过了主角本身。每一个次要人物,无论戏份多寡,都有着自己完整且自洽的逻辑体系和生存法则。我尤其喜欢那位神秘的图书馆管理员,她出场不过寥寥数次,却像一块磁石一样,吸引了故事中所有的暗流涌动。她的眼神,她的习惯性的小动作,她那套似乎永远在低声自语的古老谚语,都暗示着她知晓远超于叙事范围的秘密。作者没有给我们一个清晰的背景介绍,也没有急于解释她的动机,而是任由她的形象在读者的想象中不断膨胀、变形。这使得阅读过程充满了探索的乐趣,你总是在猜测:她是盟友?是敌人?还是某种更高层级的观察者?这种不明确性,反而赋予了角色一种近乎永恒的生命力,让人读完很久之后,依旧能清晰地在脑海中勾勒出她的侧影,那种复杂和难以捉摸,是许多主角都无法企及的高度。
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