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Vinge, Vernor, 1992, a fire upon the deep: Tom Doherty Associates, 613 pages.

I haven't read everything by Vinge, but I would be surprised if he's written another book better than this one. It is a thriller, in which an extremely powerful and implacable foe pursues relatively helpless and inoffensive people who, paradoxically, are the only ones who can protect the galaxy from it. But what does a plot summary tell you about a good book. This book is full of edge-of-the-seat drama, delightful aliens, futuristic technology, and the equivalent of e-mail messages from a galaxy spanning information network that add realism and allow the author to tell us things the characters can't know. It is sort of a perfect storm of the book, as far as I am concerned, and I can't believe no one's yet tried to make a movie or series of movies out of it.

Here is how it begins. 5 billion years before the story opens an evil computer program that was intelligent and self-aware tried to take over the galaxy. This conquest would have included its extinguishing all independent thought in the galaxy. But something, we never meet in, destroyed the evil thing and all recorded history in the galaxy's civilizations begins 5 billion years ago. That is so long that nobody really thinks about how odd it is to have a clean slate then that's as wide as the galaxy. A chunk of memory, as in RAM or the futuristic equivalent, exists just outside the main civilized part of the galaxy and it is in active. But a human civilization, not a very important one, finds it and tries to mine it for the valuable information it contains. We all know where this is going and soon enough the investigators are destroyed. But that's just the prologue. The entity immediately embarks again on its original plan, interrupted by a mere 5 billion years in suspended animation, and it creates what soon becomes known as "the blight." But I have to tell you another thing. The author hypothesizes that for some unknown reason the interiors of galaxies contain a field that suppresses intelligence of both natural organisms and artificial organisms like computers. So the interior of the galaxy is the unthinking depths, old earth is in what's called the slowness, were faster than light travel is impossible, above the slowness is the beyond, divided into three syllable airs and above the beyond is the transcend, which is really outside the galaxy entirely. If you move up into the transcend and are not soon destroyed, you become a power and may ultimately evolve into something like a god, although those are not usually interested in mundane things like galaxies. Some of these powers or even greater entities are perverted and instead of doing what ever they are supposed to do they decide to control and destroy a helpless little creatures inside galaxies. Like us. It's one of these that is creating the blight. So while the blight is systematically subverting and destroying the vastly powerful civilizations of the high beyond, subsisting on computers more intelligent than Einstein, faster than light travel, and technology based mainly on force fields and things even weirder, when human spaceship escaped the initial attack and headed for the bottom of the beyond where something mysterious might be able to defeat the blight. I'm not going to spoil the story by telling you what happens with that plot line. But the world where much of the rest of the story plays out is inhabited by arrays of intelligent doglike creatures. Each individual member of that race consists of three to six doglike beings, which are individually about as intelligent as dogs. But a pack communicates within itself telepathically. Keith Laumer explored something a little bit like this in one of his amusing Retief stories. Retief was stationed on a planet where the natives consisted of isolated organs, like spleens, eyes, feet, and so on. A bunch of organs got together to make a more powerful being. Just like with Vinge's story, in Laumer's older story the intelligence rose with the complexity of the organism. That book was written with firmly in cheek, but "a fire upon the deep" makes a serious attempt to portray the colonial doglike organisms realistically I think the attempt is pretty successful. This is just one example of the care that Vinge used in putting this story together. You need to read it.
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Evans, Kendall, 2007, I feel So Schizophrenic, The Starship's Aft-Brain Said: illustrated by Marge Simon, Sam's Dot publishing, $5, www.samsdotpublishing.com, perfect bound, 53 pages.

This is a single long poem, expanded from what was already a rather long poem published in the magazine Black Petals in 2001. I feel it necessary to disclose that 1) I know Kendall Evans very well and 2) I wrote the introduction to this chapbook. Still, I have been asked to review it and will try very hard to be objective.

To paraphrase my introduction to "I Feel so Schizophrenic...," the book is a novel in poem form. Did you ever see that episode of "Northern Exposure" in which, as part of an extravagant gourmet meal, they take an entire cow and distill it down to about half a cup of broth? You didn't? Well, anyway, that's what I'm talking about. Enough happens in this poem to fill a mass-market paperback.

This poem works on several levels. First, there are the overt references to Moses and Exodus -- Rachel hiding her baby in the bulrushes and being forced to flee from Egypt (metaphorically speaking). Not to mention the ship in the poem actually being named Xodus. This is the only reference that Kendall makes in the poem to events that might have taken place outside the ship. We don't know why the ship is fleeing, what it's fleeing from or to, or how long it has been in flight. I got the feeling this is because the crew don't know either.

The poem is not all retelling of ancient religious myths. If you are familiar with the original Star Trek series then you recognize Nomad. Come to think of it, the story about the young entity going out into the world and coming back transformed wasn't original with Star Trek. But Evans isn't just shouting out to the published literature. He also has this whole emerging intelligence-freedom versus slavery-machines taking over the world thing going with the interactions between the ship's captain, the AI that runs the ship, and the Aft-Brain. In fact, a good bit of the poem is devoted to exploring these themes. For example, when the AI performed brain surgery on itself because it thought it was going insane it also gave birth to a new being. Its child jumped (figuratively speaking) out of its forehead, fully formed. They are in a way parent and child, and in another sense they are siblings.

Really, this little book is a concise answer to some fundamental questions, like who are we and the difference between tools and partners, which the use of AIs raises immediately. Who is trudging along the beach beside us and what is just tucked under our belt or in our backpack? Of course "I feel so schizophrenic..." is also a quest within a quest, a thriller, and a lyrical tour of a complex and intriguing future in which questions about humanity take on new dimensions.

A cover and half dozen interior illustrations by Marge Simon just make the book that much more enticing. I liked it when I read the manuscript, and I like it still.. Poetry at this length is difficult and Evans pulls it off with ease.

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