Over the past few years, I’ve been complaining about Gardner Dozois’ Years’ Best Science Fiction anthos. They were still, I argued, the best source for the reality of the genre in the modern era, and his summation was a priceless essay, but the stories were getting weaker year by year.
Why? Well, the message was drowning the storytelling.
For those living under a rock, the science fiction world’s current tempest in a teacup is that half the genre believes that the most important thing that SF has to do is to advance a progressive political agenda and that everything else is secondary while the other half feels that the job of science fiction is to tell a good story, politics be damned. There have been some well-publicized arguments about this which I won’t go into here. Google is your friend.
Though my reading preferences fall squarely into the second camp, I don’t mind reading a good message story with my action. My problem was that the message stories were no longer good, and the genre was becoming more about diversity than about actual interesting tales. Which explains why so much respected genre fiction isn’t selling while every Hollywood film seems to be an SF title. Dozois, I felt, was echoing this trend instead of fighting it, and I wasn’t impressed.
But I now realize I owe the man an apology. I wish he were still alive so I could give it to him in person.
This year I became a Hugo voter for the first time, mainly because Guardbridge books launched my collection Off the Beaten Path at WorldCon in Dublin.
So, full of enthusiasm, I started reading the nominees. The first book was terrible, so I went on to the next. Ugh. The third… well, you see where this is going. It was, to put it gently, a weak field. The reason: preachy, political stuff and not much that I didn’t find boring. I was gutted.
In fact, my conclusion was that it had been a bad year for the genre in general. Until I saw the Dragon Award nominees and realized that it hadn’t been a bad year… just a bad selection.
That forced me to reappraise Dozois’ last few books. He hadn’t selected too many bad, preachy stories… he had, in fact, had to cull the best ones from an ocean of utter tripe to give us the ones fit for human consumption. He was doing his job, holding his nose and giving us the Best of the Year… no matter how bad some of that year might have been.
The Year’s Best Science Fiction: Thirty-Second Annual Collection, pictured above, is a good collection. Not as good as some of the older ones, definitely not Golden-Era-worthy, but good, especially when compared to what’s been happening to the Hugos. He will be missed – his death is a huge blow to the SFF genre.
As for the story selection in this one, I was disappointed that the Alastair Reynolds tale wasn’t quite as good as some others of his I’ve seen over the years, but that disappointment was made up for by excellent stories by Cory Doctorow (“The Man Who Sold the Moon”) and Ken Liu (“The Regular”). Those were my favorites.
Bad ones? Yes, there were a few (albeit every one of them well-written). Nevertheless, considering what’s happening in the rest of the genre, this is a solid collection. Better than most of the more recent ones.
Gustavo Bondoni is an Argentine writer whose collection Off the Beaten Path, mentioned above can be seen here.