Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Gods Themselves by Isaac Asimov

I couldn't really remember why I liked this book so much when I was younger and decided to check it out again.


One day, chemist Frederick Hallam discovers plutonium-186... sitting on his desk. The container is marked TUNGSTEN STEEL. As it turns out, aliens from a parallel universe want our tungsten. The physical laws of their universe are different than ours; tungsten to them is as powerful an energy source as plutonium-186 is for us. What the humans set up with the aliens ("para-men") is a free energy trade: they get our tungsten steel, we get their plutonium-186. And although there is the distinct possibility that pumping resources back and forth will lead to disaster, humanity is too addicted to care. They deny the potential catastrophe. Who'd want to give up free energy?

Isaac Asimov is known for relying on standard prose to convey grand ideas, but here he steps out of his comfort zone (a little) and creates something unusually (for him) literary. In his memoirs, which I read recently, he calls it "writing above my head." For the first time he writes something which belongs with the then current trend of "New Wave" science fiction. It's experimental, it's risque, and it's anything but golden age.

The book begins with Chapter 6. Then we get Chapter 1, more of Chapter 6, Chapter 2, and so on. When Chapter 6 finally concludes, you get why he arranged the novel this way. And just when you get to know the human characters—poof!—Asimov changes gears altogether and presents us the titular gods themselves: the para-men, who occupy roughly one third (the best part) of the novel's attention.

The somewhat abstract yet scientifically plausible para-men are as different from any alien ever imagined as they are from the humans. They come in two major categories: the hard ones and the soft ones. The soft ones come in three sexes: parental, emotional, and rational, and it requires all three of these types for the species to breed. The good doctor does something he's never done before: he writes about sex. And although their sex is vastly different than our sex, he isn't dodging anything at all even though Asimov himself complains about his sometimes laughable characterizations of sex matters in the aforementioned memoirs.

Despite Asimov's departure from his usual style, you never forget he's the man who masterminded it. He's far too modest when it comes to the quality of his writing, but The Gods Themselves proves he shouldn't be. Here he proves he is a great science fiction writer. He has said this is his favorite novel of his. Maybe it's my favorite book of his, too. I don't know.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Time Fcuk


Time Fcuk is a video game at the flash entertainment site Newgrounds. Time Fcuk has really fcuked my time as I started playing it around 11:30 and now it's well past midnight.

Here's the author's description:

Time Cfuk is a game about stasis, its a game about perspective and viewing both sides of the story from afar, its a game about blocks, platforms, drinking, high school reunions and work time fun.

Time Fcku is a "puzzle platformer" about finding logic in irrelevance, its a 1+1=2 formula that will ask more from you after you leave it alone, its a community experience about communication with people who you dont like.

Time KcuF is not an art game, its an allegorical game about stuff you've never experienced, its an escape from your current existence, its the feeling of loss and panic.

Time Fcuk is a play on how if one changes around the letters in a word even though it means nothing logically, we all still see it as something that its not.

Play the game here.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Adjustment Bureau trailer

I guess Matt is making this to apologize for Ben's Philip K. Dick adaptation (Paycheck):