Year's Best SF 14

Jun 24, 2009 00:00

The truck was long and white, with a name I didn't recognize stenciled on the side. But that doesn't mean much.

The Year's Best SF 14 is an anthology published in America in June 2009 and edited by David G. Hartwell & Kathryn Cramer.  It contains at last count 21 stories, although it's possible this changes when you're not looking.

1. Jemima Glorfindel Petula Ramsey.

The authors are, in alphabetical order: Paolo Bacigalupi, Elizabeth Bear, Tobias Buckell, Sue Burke, Ted Chiang, Cory Doctorow, Neil Gaiman, Carolyn Ives Gilman, Kathleen Ann Goonan, Daryl Gregory (the one who wrote the book about Philip K. Dick being possessed by a spirit entity), Ann Halam, Ted Kosmatka, Sarah Monette, Robert Reed, Alastair Reynolds, M. Rickert, Mary Rosenblum, Rudy Rucker, Jason Sanford, Karl Schroeder, Vandana Singh, Michael Swanwick, & Jeff VanderMeer.

From the nearby cubicles, Lawrence heard the ritualized muttering of a thousand brothers and sisters in the Order of Reflective Analytics, a susurration of harmonized, concentrated thought.

The book is very thick, & will make an excellent paperweight, if you like paperbacks.  It is, however, better experienced when read.

The arks were coming home.

There are pirates, robots, emperors, dystopian Americas, several authors' versions of living or growing ships, other universes, polite people, Neanderthals, older relatives, and, best of all (but only for some people), psychoactive drugs.

It has long been said that air (which others call argon) is the source of life.  This is not in fact the case, and I engrave these words to describe how I came to understand the true source of life and, as a corollary, the means by which life will one day end.

I usually buy anthologies for the one story I will like.  Spider Robinson used to complain about this sort of thing in the 70s. In this book, I enjoyed 10 stories.  I am a book snob.

I grabbed my wooden mallet and rang the alarm bell long and hard, taking pride in a moment when my sworn duty actually mattered.

This book will teach you to beware the colour orange.

I was the first to reach the emperor's body, and even then it was too late to do anything.

This book tastes like cheese, but only if you flavor it with baking powder, cinnamon, & engine oil.

Black Alice had taken the oath back in '32, after the Venusian Riots.  She hadn't hidden her reasons, and the captain had looked at her with cold, dark, amused eyes and said--

READ THE BOOK!

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