Author Archives: Alison

Redesigning humanity

(this is an unfinished post retrieved from nearly 2 years ago!) As I said on the panel at Westercon in July, unless we make some explicit attempts to build an alternative infrastructure, our first efforts at engineering ourselves are liable to be driven by the same mechanisms and subject to the same regulation as present day drug developments. The first efforts at bioengineering are occurring now, and they are attempts to repair genetic diseases where the disease is caused by a defect in a single gene that causes loss of function (it produces too little, or a non-functioning enzyme or other protein). The challenges are evident; some of gene therapies most successful trials have been stopped because young patients treated for SCID have developed leukemia because the vector carrying the defective gene into their DNA has inserted itself close to an oncogene (gene associated with cancer). So there are considerable technical challenges to be worked out. But as long as the intent remains therapeutic, biological therapies could fit more or less comfortably into the present framework that regulates and delivers health care, and will probably be carried along as that framework evolves. And as long as the intent remains therapeutic, the majority of us will remain comfortable with the idea. And as, perhaps, knowledge expands to multigene disorders, many of us will become beneficiaries.

Beyond the tidy bounds of therapy, things start to get fraught. For one, the most prevalent multigene disorder of all is that thing that most of us (outside Hollywood, at least) acknowledged (willingly or otherwise) as natural: aging. I don’t expect to see effective and accessible life-prolonging therapy in my lifetime, though I’d dearly like to be around in a 100 years to rescind this statement; even if it is achieved, I expect the cost will be prohibitive, and the treatment initially accessible to only the privileged. Which may spare the Earth another explosion of human population, if it is slow to disseminate, but will not spare humanity the resulting social disruption.

Anti-aging therapy straddles therapy and enhancement; it is, I expect, within most people’s acceptance-zone that we extend life, or if we cannot extend life, then extend healthy life. But then there’s outright enhancement. We’re already struggling with the distinctions, as, for instance, whether children who are exceptionally small but otherwise normal should be considered candidates for treatment because of the perceived and demonstrated social penalties of small stature.

April in Alaska is Not For Sissies

You know an author loves a character when:

  • On page 5 she is scrambling for her life from a mama grizzly bear
  • On page 10, .30-06 in hand, she is seeing off a second, juvenile, grizzly, successfully, albeit at the cost of a trashed meat cache and demolished garage door
  • On page 16, while she trying to figure out whether a bequest of meat from her grandmother is of interest to the IRS, the engine of a 747 falls out of the sky and crushes her pickup, while a bit of the fusilage holes her roof, halves her sofa, and sends shrapnel through her copy of Wind in the Willows.
  • On page 32, the official examination of the rubble is crashed by a moose, a third grizzly, two whiskey-sodden rednecks, and a Park Ranger in hot pursuit.
  • And then there’s the corpse, found on page 27.

The author is Dana Stabenow, and the character is Kate Shugak, a short, salty woman with a scarred thoat, robust libido, and taste for SF (like her author, who started her career writing SF), who’s definitely retired from the detecting business, oh yes, not to mention the community leadership business, and is just trying to mind her homestead and get her taxes straight. But it’s Breakup in Alaska, when the bears are out and owly, and the humans are out and owlier. The East coast blueblood parents of fugitive debutante turned champion musher Amanda have arrived for a visit. Cindy has had her fill of husband Ben’s drinking and profligacy, and says so with lead. There’s another corpse, a charming sexy widower with a not-quite-right story, the fourth and scariest grizzly, the Denali Park version of the Hatfields and the McCoy’s, and Kate on her feet and snarling through it all.

Though I must confess, while a Kate Shugak mystery always renews my desire to head North, I don’t think it will be in April.

Forty Days and Forty Nights

It is, as the national newspapers have noted, rather weathery on the West Coast this winter. According to the Environment Canada website, 351 cm precipitation (239% of the norms established between 1971-2000) including 40 cm snow (1212% of the norms) fell during November at the Victoria International airport, setting a record for the month. December has so far been marked by gales (125 kph the night before last), and prolonged power-outages on the Island and Mainland. One long-held ambition of secular society has been achieved, if the correspondence on the Globe and Mail website is any indication: we can at last blame the weather on the government. “They” are not doing enough about global warming.

Astrobiology primer

The Astrobiology Primer: An Outline of General Knowledge – Version 1, 2006 to give it its full title, is a goodie I came across recently while trying to figure out how dry a planet could be and still support life. It’s a multi-authored whistlestop outline of current knowledge and issues in astrobiology from the beginning of stars to the detection of life in space, intended as a starter for graduate students and other interested parties. Like SF writers.

Blind Waves

What’s not to like about an SF mystery that:

  • has a title drawn from Shakespeare
  • where the author admits in an afterword that in writing the relationship between the hero and heroine he had in mind the relationship between Lord and Lady Peter Wimsey
  • has a witty, quick-witted, competent, mature heroine who can recite Twelfth Night in full, while seasick and in danger. (Patricia, addressing a bomb found in her submersible: “How do I
    detonate thee? Let me count the ways. I detonate thee by the depth to
    which you descend, by lapse of time, by the distant caress of a digital
    signal, and by the passion of a tamper switch.”)
  • has a witty, quick-witted, competent, mature hero who can appreciate Twelfth Night recited in full, also while seasick and in danger, and is named Thomas Beckett besides
  • has a brilliant courtship scene in which the pair exchange confidences and kisses during a succession of dives and surfacings under the sea-barriers around a floating city – while escaping (as Peter Wimsey would say) four pub-uglies with guns
  • is set on, and under-sea, following the eruption of a large Antarctic volcanic field and the inundation of the world’s coastline.

The book’s title is Blind Waves, and the author is Steven Gould.