{"id":3802,"date":"2016-01-18T23:48:38","date_gmt":"2016-01-19T03:48:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/?p=3802"},"modified":"2016-01-18T23:48:38","modified_gmt":"2016-01-19T03:48:38","slug":"tobias-buckell-selling-shorts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2016\/01\/18\/tobias-buckell-selling-shorts\/","title":{"rendered":"Tobias Buckell: Cordwainer Smith&#8217;s Otherwordly Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/tobias-buckell.jpg\" alt=\"Tobias S. Buckell\" title=\"Tobias S. Buckell\" width=\"532\" height=\"353\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-3803\" srcset=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/tobias-buckell.jpg 532w, http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/tobias-buckell-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 532px) 100vw, 532px\" \/><br \/>\n<font size=\"1\">photo: Marlon James<\/font><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve known <a href=\"http:\/\/www.tobiasbuckell.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Tobias Buckell<\/a> for several years now, ever since a mutual friend alerted me to his first two novels, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/9780765380630\" target=\"_blank\"><i>Crystal Rain<\/i><\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/9780765338419\" target=\"_blank\"><i>Ragamuffin<\/i><\/a>. His new collection, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.tobiasbuckell.com\/books\/xenowealth-a-collection\/\" target=\"_blank\"><i>Xenowealth<\/i><\/a>, gathers together a number of stories set in the same world as those novels, a future where humanity has settled on other planets, but the cultures that have shaped those settlements aren&#8217;t the usual American\/Western European templates seen in so much science fiction. When Tobias sent me this essay, I was delighted to see that he was writing about Cordwainer Smith; like him, I was entranced by my very first reading of Smith growing up in the &#8217;80s, but for many years it was next to impossible to find any of his work without diligently hunting through the sci-fi sections of used bookstores&#8230; or in the way that he fell into Tobias&#8217;s hands.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>I have an odd education in that I didn&#8217;t have really good access to solid libraries and bookstores growing up. That&#8217;s because I grew up on a boat in the Caribbean. So what books I got my hands on were often loaned to me by sailors coming through on boats from places far afield. I met people from the South Pacific, Europe, Africa, the Americas all passing through the harbor I grew up in.<\/p>\n<p>They had these little mini-libraries in marinas or off in the corners here and there. Libraries that were just denoted by a sign that said &#8220;take a book, leave a book.&#8221; And once I had enough books, I prowled these limited shelves, poring over them for any science fiction or fantasy.<\/p>\n<p>It was rare to find anthologies, but these were always treasured because they had a wide range of instant text nuggets. Stories could vary wildly, from prosaic to mind-blowing, in a single page turn. So when I came across a collection of stories by one Cordwainer Smith I wasn&#8217;t sure what I was going to get. The book looked old, which was always worrying. I was reading in the late 1980s. The golden age stuff could be fun, but usually read unintentionally funny to me, which its square-jawed, omnicompetent men and 1950s sf-nal vocabulary.<\/p>\n<p>So here&#8217;s this story, &#8220;The Game of Rat and Dragon,&#8221; that starts off: &#8220;Pinlighting is a hell of a way to earn a living.&#8221; Humans throw themselves into space, &#8220;planoforming&#8221; ships skipping through the dark, and begin descended upon by what they perceive as dragons. But to their companion cats, thrown out as attack fighters, they&#8217;re rats.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Describing the story makes it sound cheesy. What&#8217;s amazing isn&#8217;t the story itself, but Cordwainer Smith&#8217;s delivery. The hints of &#8220;the Instrumentality&#8221; that run human civilization. The strange timelessness of the technology when so much older SF dated. To this day Smith still goes toe to toe due to a sense of mythicness (Mother Hubbard&#8217;s Littul Kittens), describing how things were used and impacted the people, but not trying to over explain. It was fresh, and until I hit cyberpunk writers in my wanderings, the deft retellings and unexplored greater mythic stuff off in the background intrigued me for a long time. I spent a lot of time in high school trying to figure Smith out.<\/p>\n<p>Not sure I ever did. Cordwainer Smith was a pen name for Paul Linebarger, and his real life career as a diplomat, a childhood acquaintance of Sun Yat-sen, as well as his role as an early developer of early psychological warfare and more, seems even more science fictional than the things he wrote.<\/p>\n<p>Smith&#8217;s experiences with studying the mind, traveling the globe, and growing up in a culture (an original 3rd culture child, I&#8217;d hazard) outside the U.S. gave him the ability to both wield the nascent genre of SF and bring to it a dynamic perspective that ran counter to a lot of what was going on. As someone growing up on the intersection between Western worlds and the Caribbean, I found it particularly resonant.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>photo: Marlon James I&#8217;ve known Tobias Buckell for several years now, ever since a mutual friend alerted me to his first two novels, Crystal Rain and Ragamuffin. 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