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Science Fair Season

[amazon_link id=”1401323790″ target=”_blank” ]Science Fair Season: Twelve Kids, a Robot Named Scorch . . . and What It Takes to Win[/amazon_link]

[amazon_link id=”1401323790″ target=”_blank” ]Science Fair Season[/amazon_link] by Judy Dutton, Hyperion (April 19, 2011)
review by Ernest Lilley

If you’re interested in thrilling tales of science, here’s a dozen you shouldn’t miss. No aliens or inter-dimensional gateways, though neither would be out of place, just a bunch of truly remarkable teens doing amazing science and reaching for the brass ring in the heated competition of a science fair.

Author/reporter Judy Dutton got sucked into the vortex of science fairs when she ran across a story about a boy training drug sniffing cockroaches and decided to follow up on it. The result is a wonderful series of short stories about the remarkable and very real adventures of a dozen kids, each with a spark of invention and the drive to follow it where it leads them. Continue reading

EQUATIONS OF LIFE by Simon Morden

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Just finished Simon Morden’s Petrovich/Machine Jihad trilogy starting with the about to be released and very excellent Equations of Life. As donkey says, that was fun. let’s do it again (fortunately, there are two more books ready to be released, so we can). Nuns, guns, nuclear weapons, AIs, a Japanese empire rising from ruined London, the CIA doing the bidding of an American Theocracy, the Inquisition (bet you didn’t see that coming) and  a Russian ex-pat physicist with a good heart, just not the one in his chest, though it takes a while for him to accept it. And lots of educational russo-invective!

Hero-wise, Samuil Petrovitch, isn’t what you’d expect. He looks like “just another immigrant, not worth rolling” as he moves through the London Metrozone. What he is is a survivor, adept at camouflaging himself into invisibility, which suits him fine. As he says to the courier who meets up with him at his favorite coffee shop/drop point, “I’ve got trust issues, so I don’t do the people stuff very well.”  Actually, maybe he’s not so different from other dystopian SF loners we know, except for being ex-Russian (St. Petersburg is radioactive now). He does, in fact, remind me a bit of Gibson’s Case, (You are too much the artiste…the artiste of the slightly funny deal) in “Neuromancer,” only here Petrovitch lives in post-apocalyptic London, instead of a matching Chiba, the colorful barkeep is an eccentric Chinese cafe owner, and the sky is tuned to a leaden gray, not the color of a dead TV channel.

Like Case, Petrovitch has been hiding out from life, and like Case, life comes for him. In this case though, it’s not the sullen anti-hero who gets bribed with a path back to the world that threw him out, but the survivor that can’t quite keep himself from stopping a kidnapping, putting himself between a young woman and the all too professional muscle that is determined to stuff her into a car and be away from the crowded London street. Neither wise, nor healthy, and certainly not what a survivor does.

But knowing the smart thing to do is one thing, and ignoring what you really are is another.

[amazon_link id=”0316125180″ target=”_blank” ]
Equations of Life (Samuil Petrovitch)[/amazon_link]
Publisher: Hachette Books Group
Imprint: Orbit
Pub Date: 04/01/2011
ISBN: 9780316125185

Leviathan Awakes by James S.A. Corey

[amazon_link id=”0316129089″ target=”_blank” ]Leviathan Wakes (The Expanse)[/amazon_link]

I’m enjoying the upcoming (June 15th) “[amazon_link id=”0316129089″ target=”_blank” ]Leviathan Wakes (The Expanse)[/amazon_link]”, written by the Arisian Fusion known as James Corey, and consisting of the melded brains of Daniel Abraham and Ty Frank. One of the things I like is that the players in this belter v inner system conflict aren’t all brilliant strategists, and the political situation is complicated. I’m pretty sure this perspective comes from their gaming experiences. Continue reading

Ern’s Reads February 2011

Reviewing is itself a guilt-ridden pastime. Not because you’ve the power to ruin a writer’s reputation…because well, you don’t. At most you’ve the power to connect a few readers with books they might like, but that’s about it. No the guilt is all about keeping up. First you suffer from reading pile guilt, then you get to enjoy un-reviewed-book guilt. Not that I’m complaining. Ok, a little. We’re in it for the access to new books and authors and having to provide some sort of value is totally reasonable. Not only that, but most of us really enjoy writing reviews…it’s just that being naturally lazy, it’s easier to open up/download the next book on the stack and be off in a distant corner of the galaxy/realm/backyard fighting aliens/zombies/corporations/demons because we’re the only one that can save the day. Sigh. Continue reading