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The Birthday Of The World And Other Stories
by Ursula LeGuin
Pub: Gollancz. 362 page enlarged paperback. Price:
£ 9.99 (UK). ISBN: 0-575-07479-5.
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There
is an elegance to these stories that lift them above the need for
a taut plotline.
The earlier ones deal with the not quite human mating
and gender behaviour of people in a way that makes them seem comfortable
and familiar.
The marriage arrangements on ‘Planet 0’ need mathematical
acumen to work out, rather like four horse double bets that are
sometimes increased to a factor of six.
‘The
Birthday Of The World’ encapsulates philosophy, emotion, delusion,
a little action and visitors from space. It is easily the most readable
of the collection.
‘Solitude’ hinges on the author's predilection with
the social division and management of the sexes. However well dealt
with, these scenarios never come over as very much fun. Perhaps
they're not meant to be.
In ‘Old Music And The Slave Women’, a senior alien
diplomat is caught up in civil strife and warring factions and finds
himself depending on the menial 'assets', the society's abused slave
class. Includes interesting reversals in racial stereotyping.
‘Paradises Lost’, by far the longest story, rambles
through the lives and growing pains of a generation travelling on
a space ark. Being in transit for so long, the idea of 'outside'
has become intimidating and alien. Sometimes the narrative conveys
the sense of the never-ending journey.
It is easy to lose interest by the time the point
of the story arrives. That said, when the travellers eventually
set foot on their new planet their disorientation is supremely described.
This new world, an ideal environment for hominids, is unaccountably
free of any life forms larger than an insect, no doubt to avoid
the scenario of everyone being devoured before they can decipher
what the word 'carnivore' in the ship's database means.
Having placed her characters in carefully crafted
and plausible situations not too dissimilar from our own, the author
fleshes them out with logic and feelings generated by their environment
and predicament.
There is very little tension in the plots - no battles,
starship chases or heroic conflicts, just an unerring observation
of the reality most mortals have to deal with. They may dwell on
the humdrum and internalised feelings but the skill of the narrator
adds a piquancy few other writers can match and draws you on.
Ursula Le Guin has an addictive readability where
many plots would need to depend on the obligatory and all too often
common-sense defying, cosmic strife that could only be generated
from the human subconscious.
Science Fiction needs her sane view of what can only
be conjecture, after all. Her characters may not be alien enough
but then it is a valid supposition that the only aliens our species
may ever encounter are the descendants of human spacefarers who
have evolved away from their ancestry.
This book is the antidote to a galaxy filled with
warriors, stroppy aliens and antiseptic soaps played out on implausible
starships.
Jane Palmer
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