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Dear Abby by Terry Bisson
pub: PS Publishing. 108 page book. Hardback: Price:
£25.00 (UK), $40.00 (US). ISBN: 1-902-880-76-5. Enlarged paperback:
Price: £10.00 (UK), $16.00 (US). ISBN: 1-902-880-75-7.
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Time machines being what they are unavoidably
deal with rather depressing subjects - the inescapable passing of
time, death and it seems a Godless universe.
They concentrate on the physical not the metaphysical taking us
eventually to the end of the Universe. Where do you go with a time
machine? If you go into the past, you have some choices to allow
changes and create 'Time Cop', yikes, or do you merely observe and
report on past events. Move forward you get to the point of there
being no further events to observe.
The
future is finite. The tales lead us to a melancholy point. Seeking
out meaning in time travel will always lead to despair. 'Dear Abbey'
is the name of a formula that will save the Earth from its greatest
enemy - human beings No one really know the cost to the Earth or
man himself. Cole, already responsible for a little pro-environment
sabotage, is recruited by his fellow lecturer Lee who happens to
have a time machine in his pocket.
Using the porch swing sitting in the basement, they travel forward
seeking out the formula. Something goes wrong and instead of being
observers they are forced to participate in the future they may
have helped create. A series of encounters with the human race as
it moves along its time-line to extinction leads to the inevitable
questions of what really matters.
Contained within this narrative seems to be the message that we
cannot merely be observers but must participate and enjoy life for
what it is not what we hope it might be. A story about time travel
that suggests we would be wiser to live in the present than make
a big deal out of the future. It is beautifully written but as I
progressed through it, I found myself becoming as bogged down as
the characters as they continue to encounter various groups until
the stars start blinking out.
Although an astounding piece of writing, I realised I prefer my
fantasy less grounded in reality which sounds strange when you consider
this piece starts with a time machine.
The fantastical piece of machinery merely serves to underline the
author's purpose of taking us on a trip of his own imagined future
for the Earth which is pretty gloomy.
Man cannot envisage life without him after his own death and this
exercise in extrapolation highlighted that point for me. I suppose
I prefer my fantasy to be escapist rather than pointing out that
nothing really matters.
Don't read this if you are a bit depressed because it is no festive
tale of joy Change in perspective of the narrator brings you in
and out of involvement in the same way as the protagonists but I
never felt engaged with them as real people.
I admire the writing and the scope but I prefer to take my last
drink before the big bang with Arthur Dent at the Restaurant at
the end of the Universe.
Sue Davies
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