Como aconteceu no número anterior, tive oportunidade de ler antecipadamente e opinar sobre os contos desta revista. Estas opiniões estão, imagino, na página da ISF (onde podem descarregar gratuitamente as revistas) mas pareceu-me interessante deixá-las também aqui no monster.
Devo dizer que, embora tenha gostado dos dois contos que li na revista anterior, os desta são, sem dúvida, um salto em frente - li os três com imenso prazer!
Aqui estão, portanto, as opiniões, em inglês, como as escrevi. Desta vez sem tradução (se a desejarem, deixem comentário).
ISF #2
Reading each of the three excellent short tales
by Nassau Hedron, Lavie Tidhar and Ken Liu presented in ISF #2 was a pleasure.
The underlying thread serving as a central motif, the idea of love, connects
the stories, but results in very different voices and rhythms and very
different, but equally interesting narratives. The stories are original, very
well written and result in a compelling and challenging reading.
This issue also offers a rather interesting
interview with scholar and SF researcher Rachel Haywood Ferreira, but what you
won’t want to miss are the short stories. Really.
Nassau Hedron’s beautiful story, Siren Songs in Deep Time, is a very well thought of and very well
written story that spans across time, in a few very short and well knit
together chapters, from Greece in World War II - though we are made to know
that the story began long long before, maybe in the beginning of times - to somewhere
in space sometime in an undefined future. It is very interesting to see very
intense moments in recent History serve as a setting for a wonderful tale of
inevitability that resembles the eternal repetition of History and human life -
which inevitably ends in death and separation. It is also a love story, or
many, since in each chapter a different story begins and ends. It is never
bitter, though it is sometimes a little sad, like a sweet siren’s love song.
The end surprised me, though maybe it shouldn’t have, because in a story about
love(s) this siren’s last love is indeed the ultimate and most irrational and
animal form of love. And the one that can change all.
Aphrodisia, Lavie Tidhar
You are lost in the beginning of Aphrodisia - wonderfully lost, for you
recognize and yet don’t recognize Earth (somewhere in Vietnam, I think) and
some sort of humanity in this very strange tale by Lavie Tidhar. The main
character / narrator is, I think, a man. And yet it is not a man, for it has
been devoid of his sex in order to become… something else. His friends are… a
robot, maybe, and a sort of octopus from another planet… maybe. He is in love,
or maybe addicted to a creature, Aphrodisia, that was once human but is now a
sort of goddess… I believe. Nothing is entirely clear, but his feeling of
longing and despair. The story is rather simple, but beautiful and not simple
at all, because the reality presented to you in fractions is harsh and
fascinating. You get glimpses of a future on a decadent Earth (you imagine it
is the future, though you are never told), somewhere in Vietnam, perhaps, riddled
by creatures from alternative realities and other worlds, and by synthetic or
adapted beings. Also, there are several references, in names and ideas, that
you just almost recognize, but are not entirely sure about, because everything
is incomplete, as if this was part of a larger story, one that you actually
wish you could read. I know I do. I would read it eagerly.
Single-bit Error, Ken Liu
What if memory and faith depended on a very
slight error of our brain, just like system fails in computers derive from
single bit errors? What if those
mistakes of the brain came from the interference of tiny protons from exploding
stars, travelling through space to land wherever they wish? Single-bit error builds upon those
concepts to present a lovely story about love and memories and the desire for
faith in the age of reason, of how very small changes condition love and loss,
alter memory, make and destroy life and belief. It is a touching almost fairy
tale about life and living, “sometimes even happily”, until we die.
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