Geoff Ryman…Air…the yesness
Really quick post from Aarhus just to say how incredibly much I’m enjoying Geoff Ryman‘s Air, which I saw at St. Mark’s and picked up for the flight. Air, in some beautifully sideways sense, is Everyware as the most lyrical sort of “science” fiction, and I only wish I’d discovered it years ago; it’s the kind of book you buy a stack of, so you’ll always have copies on hand to give away.
I’d previously only known Ryman through his short story “Pol Pot’s Beautiful Daughter,” which I managed to greatly admire even as I tallied all the ways in which it made me uncomfortable. Some of these ways are things it shares with Air, most obviously the ventriloquizing of a protagonist who is other to Ryman along most conceivable axes. I’ll tell you what, though: he pulls it off, in both cases. At least I sure think so – how could I believe otherwise, sitting in the airport lounge with tears drawing tracks down my cheeks?
Not without its issues, granted. But absolutely top-notch stuff. I’ll want to write more about Ryman when I have a moment to think properly.