Reviews, interviews and articles by and with Paul

The Inferior 4+1 is a Livejournal community maintained by Paul, lizhand, Paul Witcover, lucius-t and ljgoldstein.

Recent posts:

  • New Review at LOCUS ONLINE August 29, 2015
    I take a gander at a new story collection: http://www.locusmag.com/Reviews/2015/08/paul-di-filippo-reviews-c-s-e-cooney/
  • Late Thoughts about the Hugos August 26, 2015
    On the whole I think it was the best possible outcome.  Voting for No Award isn't optimal, of course, but if the nominees are terrible that's the only logical choice.  I probably would have cheered when No Award was announced in the Puppy-dominated categories, out of a pent-up sense of relief, but on reflection I can see where it might not have been a polite thing to do.  I've been there, losing awards, and it doesn't feel great.*  I can only imagine how much worse it would feel if people were applauding the fact that you didn't win.One thing that bothers me is the new Puppy talking point, that we all voted against the slates without reading the nominees, that we voted not for the stories but because we wanted to send a message.  It bothers me, of course, because I did read the nominees, and furthermore I showed my work here, discussing, sometimes at length, why I thought they weren't very good.  I guess it's easier to make up a reason people voted against something than admitting you just picked some bad stories.  (My favorite is Sarah Hoyt, who says that "Chicoms" voted for The Three-Body Problem without reading it, because it was from China.  I'm old enough to remember when "Chicom" was a word people used unironically for Chinese Communists, but is that really a thing these days?  I honestly first read it as Chicon, and I wondered why people at a Chicago convention would all want to vote for The Three-Body Problem.)Finally, I recently learned that the word for "leash" in Spanish is "correa."  There's a joke there, but damned if I can find it.* Yes, even though it's an honor to be nominated.
  • Panels at Necronomicon August 25, 2015
    Here are two panels I was on.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lbT-sDGOh4https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9uNQca37ww
  • New Review at LOCUS ONLINE August 21, 2015
    I take a gander at Wesley Chu's 4th novel:http://www.locusmag.com/Reviews/2015/08/paul-di-filippo-reviews-wesley-chu/
  • New Review at the B&NR August 20, 2015
    You know those 2 early novels by Murakami...http://www.barnesandnoble.com/review/wind-pinball
  • Three Moments of an Explosion, China Miéville August 18, 2015
    The first three stories of Three Moments of an Explosion left me feeling disgruntled.  I wasn't sure what the point was, and that made me wonder if I'd just missed the point, and that, in turn, made me grumpy.  I wasn't even sure if they were stories at all, and that made me think I might be too narrow in my definition of stories, and that really made me grumpy.  (I hate it when someone tells me my thinking is too narrow.  It might be true, but I still hate it.)Then I hit the fourth story, "The Dowager of Bees," and I loved the hell out of it.  It's about a newbie at a poker game where one of the players turns out to have a "Full Hive": one black Jack, three number cards totaling a prime number, and the Dowager of Bees.  The newbie is inducted into this way of playing poker and goes on to experience similar games, even getting one of these rare cards himself.Almost all these stories are like this, in one way or another.  You can't really call them weird ideas; they're ideas that no one else would come up with, ever, so off-the-wall they're in a completely different house, one that probably exists outside of Euclidean geometry.  Drowned oil rigs that return to land, in "Covehithe."  A socialist theory of geology, in "The Dusty Hat."  Bones engraved with artwork, in "The Design."That makes the book especially hard to review, because so many of the stories turn on a central conceit, and it's hard to avoid giving that away.  (I may have already said too much…)  There's a theory of psychology that I really liked, and a completely outrageous (but, I have to admit, somewhat intriguing) idea for a movie, but I can't discuss the stories these appear in ("The Dreaded Outcome" and "The Junket," respectively).  All I can say is that I think they'll repay your interest.The ideas here are a problem in other ways.  So much depends on them, and Miéville has a tendency to keep them hidden for no reason, deploying them at the end instead of a climax.  And sometimes the characters don't completely fit within their story: they seem to have very little to do with the particular concept or image Miéville's working with at that moment.  But however strange, even absurd, the idea is, he has the ability to really sell it.   (I realize this is a peculiar metaphor to use about a socialist, but I can't think of another one that's as appropriate.)  You absolutely believe it, if only for duration of the story.I also liked "In the Slopes," about a group of archeologists excavating a site similar to Pompeii, but one where the lava trapped a culture living in cooperation with aliens; and "The 9th Technique," about an underground trade in objects associated with torture, which turn out to carry a magic charge: "Lists make magic, the rhythm of itemized words: you do not list ten techniques, numbered and chantable, in austere prose appropriate for some early-millennium rebooted Book of Thoth, and not know that you have written an incantation."  I disliked others -- and I'm sure other readers would say the same thing, but would be talking about completely different stories.  But even the ones I bounced off of have that core of wonderful weirdness.  They exist in a world where, as Miéville says in "The Design," "beautiful, elegantly wrought secrets lie hidden less than an inch from sight."I may be reading the copyright page wrong, but it looks like most of these stories are appearing for the first time here in this collection.  This is an incredible gift for readers, from an author who could place his stories almost anywhere.  I hope the people who put together best-of lists, and the people who vote for awards, are paying attention.

The Weird Universe explores a human and natural cosmos that is not only stranger than we imagine, but stranger than we can imagine. The usual suspects are Paul Di Filippo; Alex Boese, curator of the Museum of Hoaxes; and Chuck Shepherd, purveyor of News of the Weird.

Recent posts:

  • Sunbathing Bubble
    This looks like it would roast you to a nice golden brown. Human Hothouse: For comfortable sunbathing in the city or during cold weather, a California firm offers a Plexiglas bubble which lets in ultraviolet rays but keeps out sand, soot, and wind. The Fabor Sunbathing Capsule is 7 feet long and measures 3 feet wide by 18 inches high at the shoulders; it tapers to 30 inches by 15 inches at the feet. Hooded ventilators at the four corners provide fresh air. Fabor Robison Productions, Inc., of Burbank makes it and sells it for $67.50. Source: Newsweek - Sep 16, 1963.
  • Death By Flowers
    This is either a case of the unluckiest spouse ever, or a perfect murder by the husband. Original article here.
  • Brains and Bust Size — one medical opinion
    Back in 1964, Dr. Erwin O. Strassmann of Houston kicked up a controversy by suggesting there was a correlation in women between bust size and I.Q. And he managed to get his opinion published in a peer-reviewed journal. Kingsport Times-News - Aug 30, 1964 Curious to see exactly what he said, I tracked down his article. Turns out he was an enthusiastic follower of the now-discredited theory of "constitutional psychology." This was an effort to establish a link between body type and personality traits. Critics have dismissed it as an extended exercise in dressing up cultural stereotypes (such as, if you're overweight, you're lazy) in scientific language. For devotees of weird science, the entire field is a goldmine of strangeness. Here's the relevant section of Strassmann's 1964 article: Strassmann, E.O. (1964). "Physique, Temperament, and Intelligence in Infertile Women." International Journal of Fertility. 9:297-314.
  • The Animation of Joop Geesink
    We marvel at films like Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, or Wallace and Gromit, in which, during a given scene, one or two puppets might be in motion. I can't fathom the amount of work that Joop Geesink went through to create his films.
  • Fascinating Illusion
    Its awesome how realistic this looks when it is finished and fascinating how it is done as well.
  • Is your railroad invested in atomic research?
    An ad placed in Time magazine (April 26, 1948) by the "Federation for Railway Progress" boasted about their investment in atomic research, and urged railroads to join the federation to benefit from all the great advances that atomic research would soon bring to the transportation industry: Will your railroad have a place at the atomic research table? No industry stands to benefit more from atomic "vitamins" in its diet than the undernourished railroads... A new, lighter and stronger metal—which could be applied to the construction of light-weight freight and passenger cars—may well come out of atomic research. There is also the promise of new and more efficient lighting and heating systems, and other possibilities which only properly directed research could uncover. Almost 70 years later, is it possible to say if U.S. railroads actually did benefit in any way from atomic research? I've never thought of railroads and atomic research as being in any way related.

by Charlie Dickinson

(Originally published online on Dec 8, 1998)

Irrepressible humor, a stand-back imagination, a wondrous facility and control of the English language are qualities often assigned to science fiction writer Paul Di Filippo. Native to Providence, Rhode Island, Di Filippo, along with others of his generation, reinvigorated SF storytelling with a cyberpunk ethos during the 1980s (an early Di Filippo story, “Stone Lives,” appears in the definitive cyberpunk anthology, Mirrorshades).

By 1995, Di Filippo had published nearly 100 short stories when a three-novella volume, The Steampunk Trilogy, came out. Never one to give his imagination a rest, Di Filippo took the cyberpunk attitude back to Victorian times.

Subsequent books were two story collections: biotech-themed Ribofunk (1996), and Fractal Paisleys (1997) with the SFWA Nebula award-winner, “Lennon Spex,” and a novel: Ciphers: A Post-Shannon Rock-n-Roll Mystery (1997).

Di Filippo’s most recent release is Lost Pages (1998). Although paying homage to a number of modern writers, Lost Pages lets the reader consider some very alternate realities: What if novelist Franz Kafka worked a day job as a columnist for health-faddist and publishing magnate Bernarr Macfadden and moonlighted as a superhero? And that’s only the first of nine stories.

Savoy’s Charlie Dickinson caught up with Paul in cyberspace to pose the 20 Questions.

1

Your short story “Anne,” included in Lost Pages, is a great, imaginative read. You take the Holocaust icon and let her escape from Holland to Hollywood. Any trouble publishing this story?

My record-keeping for the submission of “Anne” indicates that it journeyed to a mere four recalcitrant editors before finding a home with the munificent and perspicacious Scott Edelman in the first issue of Science Fiction Age. I must have had high hopes for mainstream acceptance, since the first two zines I tried were Playboy and Esquire. Only the response of Alice Turner at Playboy sticks in my memory. She accused me of dishonoring the memory of Anne Frank in a particularly scandalous and trivial way. My written response to her: “When I play God, Anne Frank gets another fifty years of life.”

2

“Anne” seems a pretty obvious collision between Jewish moral earnestness and your quite valid postmodern esthetics. Can we have both, ethics and esthetics, and not have one trump the other?

I always like to keep in mind a quote from the work of Thomas Pynchon that one member of the online Pynchon list uses as his signature sign-off: “Keep cool, but care.” I think that one line puts the whole esthetics/ethics rivalry in perspective. The Buddhist goal of wise compassion does the same: wisdom, the intellect, balanced with heart. If it’s possible to be some weird mix of Flaubert and Gandhi, that’s my goal.

3

Without doubt, Lost Pages pays homage to some twentieth-century writers that matter to you. They’re the protagonists in your stories. We’re seeing more historical figures in contemporary fiction. I’ve read T. Coraghessan Boyle sits down with original source materials to compost his fictive imagination. What was your approach with Lost Pages?

The stories in Lost Pages quickly proved to me what SF writer Howard Waldrop had already ruefully discovered: it’s possible to devote an elephant’s worth of research time to produce a mouse of a story. (A very witty and charming mouse, to be sure.) To me, employing a writer as a protagonist involves becoming intimately familiar with his work and his life, as well as the era in which he or she flourished. Obviously, this is a potentially infinite amount of research. In many cases I fudged, garnering just enough details to convey a larger authoritativeness. I had wanted to do an original story for the volume, one in which D. H. Lawrence lived to randy old age and became the dictator of a sex-based, Dionysian U.S. government, but felt daunted by the amount of reading that would have demanded. Maybe when I reach my own hypothetical old age, I’ll buckle down and write that one!

4

One story I especially loved in Lost Pages was “The Happy Valley at the End of the World,” where Antonie de Saint-Exupery meets Beryl Markham. How did that story take off?

The kernel for my Saint-Exupery story was actually reading the script of Wells’ Things to Come. I began conjecturing how in reality the airmen Wells was relying on as saviors of humanity were really a raffish, selfish lot, and probably wouldn’t have gone along with his plans at all. From there, it was a simple matter of choosing the two standout aviators of their time as protagonists. I avoided Lindbergh, since one of my rules of writing is to focus on the secondary or lesser-known personages of history. They offer so much more in the way of fresh tales!

5

You’re having a My Dinner with Andre evening with one famous, or infamous, living person. Whom and why?

I think I’d like to sit down with Neil Young and find out his secret of not growing old.

6

Reading about your formative years in the Contemporary Authors Autobiography Series, I was struck by one defining moment for you at age eighteen. You’d graduated from high school in Providence and you’d spent the summer working at a tough physical job in a spinning mill. While your former classmates were off to college, you took your savings, packed typewriter and a small book collection, and were off for Hawaii. You were a writer. Okay, once there, you didn’t write your first publishable story. Nonetheless, how did this experience change you?

Striking out on my own at age 17 proved to me one indelible truth: I wasn’t a prodigy. The science fiction field is famous for its brilliant youngsters. Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov, Samuel Delany, Michael Moorcock. I think I had some notion back then that I was one of them, and that stint proved that I surely lacked the chops at such an early age to follow in the footsteps of these teen geniuses. My path would not be identical to theirs.

7

Now, flash forward a few years. You’re almost twenty-two and boom! you’ve set up housekeeping with your life’s companion, Deborah, and you’ve sold your first story. Two decision biggies — whom to live with, what to do for a living — that plague many people through their twenties, and beyond. Do you feel your early focus and decisiveness gave you more time to produce what many consider a respectable body of work by someone who’s not that far into his forties?

As mildly disillusioning as my first foray into the dedicated creative lifestyle was, it had a paradoxical confirming effect. This was what I wanted to do, but I just wasn’t ready yet. So a few years later, making certain major decisions once and for all did indeed free my energies to flow into a channel that had been at least shallowly scraped in the sands of Hawaii five years in the past. Richard Feynman’s famous anecdote about deciding to eat only chocolate pudding for dessert for the rest of his life in order to free up a few decision-making neurons for more important matters has always resonated with me.

8

Your writing has loads of humor and none of the neurotic drearies. So if you don’t write as therapy, why do you write?

Writing humor has always come naturally to me, although in times of personal crisis the stories do emerge somewhat grimmer. Consider “Mama Told Me Not to Come” in Fractal Paisleys, which begins with the narrator’s attempted suicide. In any case, I think I write for the same reason many writers do: to replicate through my own prose some golden hour of reading of my youth. Haven’t quite done it yet, though!

9

Public imagination thrives on the idea of SF visionaries like Verne whose boldly speculative worlds come true decades later. Power of the imagination aside, I suspect you read loads of articles about biotech, cybernetics, nanotechnology, and such. Care to comment on how you go mining for SF ideas?

I keep abreast of science mainly through journals for the self-educated lay person such as Scientific American, and through pop-sci books. Although some writers such as Fred Pohl and Bruce Sterling delve into esoteric professional journals and visit actual labs, I find that most of the time I can get enough insight into up-and-coming trends and gadgets and waves of paradigm-shifting through standard sources. What counts in making a fun story is the twist. Given transgenic animals, for instance, will you find them waiting on you at your local McDonald’s, or being illegally served on a bun at some black-market dive? Or both?

10

Here’s a question we ask everyone: What are you reading now? Why did you pick it?

As a full-time reviewer, I read so much that this question would have a different answer almost every hour! [Could Savoy agree to refresh these lines accordingly? (Grin.)] This morning, however, I picked up something very different: a work in manuscript, sent to me by Jonathan Lethem. Titled Doofus Voodoo, it’s written by a friend of Lethem’s named Tom Clark, and so far has managed to intrigue me. Clark is a poet, and his weird tale seems on a par with something like Steve Aylett’s Slaughtermatic, another fine book I commend to one and all.

11

You still write on a Commodore 128?

My Commodore, alas, has been put out to pasture. In line with Bruce Sterling’s Dead Media Project, an ongoing chronicle of obsolescence, I now maintain the faithful C128 as a shrine, and keep electric incense perpetually aglow before this fine old piece of hardware on which I wrote five novels and scores of stories.

12

So I take it you don’t do Windows?

[Editor’s note: Paul opted for a Mac.]

Five hundred years from now, Bill Gates will have entered the ranks of the minor deities. Whether as Zeus or Lucifer remains to be seen!

13

Your favorite pizza and where?

This important question deserves a three-part answer: a) any pizza purchased in Italy, because I’d have to be in Italy to eat it; b) Deborah’s caramelized onion-and-garlic white pizza on homemade wheat dough; c) Caserta’s on Federal Hill in Providence.

14

Anyone who has read your novel Ciphers: A Post-Shannon Rock-n-Roll Mystery realizes that your R & R knowledge is both encyclopedic and reverent. You’re on a desert island and have an entertainment choice. Either the CDs or the videos go. Which will it be and why?

I doubt I’ve watched more than two hours’ worth of videos since the birth of MTV, and that amount’s been in ten-second snatches. Videos are to music as film adaptations are to novels. No contest here on which to dump!

15

Tell us about “pronoia.”

Pronoia is the irrational belief that someone somewhere is trying to do you good. Whether this belief is as harmful to one’s mental well-being as paranoia, and whether the notion of someone trying to do you “good” is a scarier prospect than that of someone trying to harm you, both remain unanswered questions.

16

What bumper sticker(s) is on your car, or what would you compose to tell other motorists what’s on your mind?

Our 1981 Cressida sports a colorful “Free Tibet” injunction and also one of those black-rimmed, white oval place-abbreviation stickers, in this case “BI”. The latter stands for Block Island, a beautiful resort we love to visit, although its shady alternate meanings tend to raise motorist eyebrows.

17

One of the things you’ve done to survive as a fiction writer was a stint at the refreshment counter in a stag movie house. You gain any special understanding of human nature from this work? Any of it of value in writing stories?

I learned that it’s possible for the average person (not the actors and actresses on-screen, but the owners of the theater) to utterly divorce their feelings about the product they peddle from the paycheck it delivers. A useful marketplace reminder of how anyone can slide into becoming a merchant of the dubiously valuable, and a lesson every writer should keep uppermost in mind.

18

You’ve also had a gig writing computer code and with your SF eye on the future, what’s your best guess on how the Y2K Millennial Bug is going to play out? You stocking up the wine cellar, you ready to plant potatoes in the backyard?

I wrote in COBOL plenty of Y2K code, and am indelibly grateful I am not now in charge of cleaning the mess up. But I will take the absurdist stance that dealing with the Y2K glitch will boost the global economy into new stratospheric levels, as businesses are forced to invest in up-to-date hardware and software and modernize their procedures. Already, Y2K has earned millions of dollars for consultants and old hackers.

19

About a year ago, in doing its annual roundup of hot books for ‘98, Publisher’s Weekly discussed at length Fractal Paisleys, your previous short story collection. The reviewer said you deserved to be better known, but your primary work in the short story form kept you from reaching a wider audience. What’s on tap in the way of novels?

My first novel, Ciphers, has received some encouraging reviews that allow me to believe readers might be ready for more. In Spring 1999, Cambrian Publications will release a picaresque comedy — no fantasy or speculative elements! — titled Joe’s Liver. And a manuscript titled Fuzzy Dice is currently seeking a home. That one’s a Ruckeresque romp across dimensions. But I’ve yet to choose what longer project surfaces next from a pool of several new ideas.

20

You ever entertain the notion that it’s time to move on to a bigger state than Rhode Island?

Wasn’t it William Blake who urged us “to see Texas entire in ev’ry minuscule Rhode Island”? Something like that keeps me here in the land of my birth, happy and productive, and like all good Yankees I say, “Don’t fix what ain’t broke!”