Painball
As long term readers of this blog will know I am a big fan of Margaret Atwood. She is a bit of a lightening rod for genretards (latest example here) because she has the temerity to have an outsider’s perspective on science fiction. At the same time, there are occasions when I can feel an insider’s frustration. Here is Sue Arnold in her brief review of the audio book edition of The Year Of The Flood:
No one does doom and gloom with such savage, satirical humour as Margaret Atwood. Who else could imagine a facility for condemned criminals called “painball” where offenders can choose between being spray-gunned to death or doing time in the painball arena – more of a forest, really. “You got enough food for two weeks plus the painball gun like a regular paint ball gun, but a hit in the eyes would blind you and if you got hit by the paint you’d start to corrode and then you’d be an easy target for the throat-slitters on the other team.”
Who else? Well, I can think many, many purveyors of such crude satire and it is the sort of thing that is often thrown in as background colour in SF stories. It seems a strange thing to single out for praise as well. I’ve recently started reading The Year Of The Flood and the punning neologisms and silly satire are by far the most irritating thing about the novel (as was true of Oryx And Crake). Different strokes for different folks but also different horizons.
Interesting stuff. Hmm: I wonder what I think about that.
Adam Roberts
31 October, 2009 at 8:23 pm
“You got enough food for two weeks plus the painball gun like a regular paint ball gun, but a hit in the eyes would blind you”
So, just like a regular paintball gun, then.
Nick H.
31 October, 2009 at 11:50 pm
I’ve just listened to Oryx and Crake on audio, while walking to work, and I found the cute brand names less intrusive spoken than written.
For example the reader pronounced ‘CorpSeCorps’ as in French Corps Secours which I didn’t find annoying. HelthWyzer (or whatever it is) just sounds as if it’s written ‘HealthWiser’ which again, isn’t as annoying. Sue Arnold only hears the text, so she may ens up with a similarly more positive feel.
‘Chickie Knobs’ however remain irredeemable.
Alison
1 November, 2009 at 2:50 pm
I’m convinced Atwood could plagiarize The Running Man at this point and the literati would bow down to her “lyricism and wit.”
“Her clever juxtaposition of chainsaw and motorcyclist, ‘chaincyclist’ to use her parlance, illustrates the plight between industrialized man and blablablablabla…”
What I can’t figure out is if they’re all toeing the line because once a certain individual gets so popular you simply can’t say Bad Things about their work or if this is an example of our cultural arbiters being so cut-off from the utter blandness of bottom-of-the-barrel pop culture that they don’t see an utterly uninspired idea for what it is…
I suppose once Atwood starts writing vampire fiction we’ll know, shan’t we?
I think to call it satire is giving it too much credit. First Atwood is going to have to show me that she’s capable of coming up with a genuinely compelling SFnal idea before I’m going to believe she’s original enough to be purposefully choosing to create her ideas so transparently.
Until that point comes, it appears to me she’s just following clunkily along in the footsteps of some of the most obvious tropes in the genre and that somehow, because of the banality with which she treats them, this all becomes incorporated into this delightful “critique of society” where the moral spectrum of her inventions is worn on its sleeve.
Obviousness is has become literary now and the reason seems plain to me: ideas behind 1984 and other “genre masterpieces” were genuinely original and unmapped for their time but now they’ve taken on a patina from life imitating their art.
Critics of our era assume that because these books are considered masterpieces and yet their inventions are not particularly boundary-smashing or mind-bending to their own modern consciousness, the formula must follow that in order for an SFnal idea to be literary in merit, it must be mundane in its simplicity, its apparentness reeking from its first appearance. The point, in other words, is not to speculate but rather to position oneself in so plain an idea that the extrapolations need not be subtle.
More so than any other prejudices we may identify, this will remain the center of genre’s non-inclusion by these individuals.
Or am I just being a hardass, Martin?
Schrodinger's lolcat
2 November, 2009 at 6:02 am
The obnoxious spelling is definitely part of the problem. I’ll admit I hadn’t read CorpSeCorps as a bilingual pun but this then comes into conflict with the visual pun and underlines that Atwood is more interested in the word play than whether this is a believeable name for a private military company.
This is why I think it is satirical but these moments of satire are bizarre and unwelcome because Oryx And Crake and (I imagine) this novel aren’t actually satires. Elsewhere her critique of society is subtle, making these crude, almost farcical, moments like unpleasant lumps of gristle in an otherwise excellent meal.
I’m not convinced that because original ideas like those of Orwell have become secondhand that critics inevitably assume that secondhand ideas must be original. There is definitely a element of “if I haven’t seen it, it’s new to me” at play but I think what is happening here is that some critics accustomed only to a certain type of realism are unable to read SF as anything other satire.
I am actually quite intrigued by the idea of a Margaret Atwood vampire novel. Or, even better, a vampire steampunk young-adult romance…
Martin
2 November, 2009 at 12:02 pm
I’ve not yet read Flood and was therefore unaware of the mention of “painball”. Now I have even more reasons to be dismissive of Atwood. I coined “painball” ages ago in an article in a painTball magazine as a way of describing players who deliberately upped the velocity of their guns for the sole purpose of inflicting pain upon opponents. This was at a time when all paintball games took place in the woods.
I also speculated in another article in another painTball magazine (ages ago) that adding a caustic soda to the fill of a painTball and providing referees with the neutralizing agent would be a sure-fire way of insuring compliance with the rules.
She disses SF and now she’s dissing paintball. I wonder if my other true love – the wife – is going to end up in her next non-SF Science Fiction spasm?
steve davidson
4 November, 2009 at 11:17 am