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Summary: These are the five novelette finalists for the 36th<\/sup> Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em> Magazine Readers\u2019 Awards (for stories published in 2021). They are, with one exception, a lacklustre lot (Ray Nayler\u2019s A\u00f1o Nuevo<\/em> is worth a look).
\n[Story links<\/a>]<\/p>\n

_____________________<\/p>\n

Editor, Sheila Williams<\/p>\n

A\u00f1o Nuevo<\/strong><\/em> \u2022 novelette by Ray Nayler \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nBillie the Kid<\/strong><\/em> \u2022 novella by Rick Wilber –
\nPhilly Killed His Car<\/strong><\/em> \u2022 novelette by Will McIntosh \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nTable Etiquette for Diplomatic Personnel, in Seventeen Scenes<\/strong><\/em> \u2022 novelette by Suzanne Palmer \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe HazMat Sisters<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 novelette by L.X. Beckett \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+<\/p>\n

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A\u00f1o Nuevo<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Ray Nayler (Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, May-June 2021) opens with a teenager called Bo going to the beach with his mother. There they see one of the inert alien blobs that have been on Earth for the last couple of decades:<\/p>\n

It was up the beach from them, around a little point of wave-worn stone, just a bit above the tide line. It was massive. As Bo walked toward it, he thought: Now there\u2019s something you could never paint. But he wished he had his field easel with him.
\nThe misty light of the beach warped when it hit the surface of the alien, bent back and forth as it traveled through the thing\u2019s translucent mass. There were forms inside it the eye could not make out, organs or other structures. Again, the mist thinned, and the sun came out with that shattering light. In the brightness the alien looked like beach glass rounded by the sea\u2014a piece of beach glass larger than a passenger van, a fragment of a bottle dropped by giants. The light refracted from its body sent wobbly streaks out onto the sand.\u00a0 p. 78<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Bo goes up to the alien and touches it, and then, on the way home, we see the domestic tension between him and his mother (an affair and a divorce; his full name, \u201cBeaulac\u201d, etc.).
\nThe story then switches view to a Visitor Center attendant called Illyriana, who notices that their rescued alien (called Beach Ball) has disappeared. It soon becomes apparent that all the aliens have vanished.
\nThere are a few more developments in the story (spoiler): Bo sleeps with a girl and gets beaten up by her brother and friends and ends up in hospital; scientists discover changes to the cellular structure of human cells; and Illyriana hooks up with the police officer that investigates the disappearance of Beach Ball. The main revelation, however, is that Bo and Illyriana (and, we eventually see, all of humanity) have been infected with alien spores and are now \u201cconnected\u201d to other people\u2014can sense their thoughts and feelings and memories, etc. It appears that the \u201cProdigals\u201d (the scientists conclude the aliens aren\u2019t aliens but the product of parallel evolution on Earth) are turning humanity into a huge hive mind.
\nThis isn\u2019t badly done, I suppose, but it is bit of a drag in places (I think the characters\u2019 personal issues are overdone), and it could have done with being shorter or had more time spend on the connectedness aspects. I could also have done without this outbreak of Sturgeonesque sentimentality (when Bo speaks with his mother in hospital):<\/p>\n

\u201cI had a dream last night. I dreamt I was you. And you were dreaming of me. Of us. We were in Oakland, and I was a baby. We were in a church, listening to organ music.\u201d
\n\u201cWe were so poor it was all we could afford.\u201d
\n\u201cWere you dreaming about that?\u201d
\n\u201cI never remember my dreams. But I think of those days all the time.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember those days. But you do. You remember parts of me I can\u2019t. And I see you in a way you can\u2019t see yourself. I remember things you don\u2019t remember. And if we are good to each other, that can be what family is\u2014a way to help each other remember who we are. So we can be better people.\u201d\u00a0 p. 87-88<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I\u2019m not entirely sure why people need help to remember who they are, or why remembering things for your family members will make them \u201cbetter people\u201d\u2014but I suspect this is just modern therapy speak masquerading as an insight about family relationships.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Good). 9,550 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Billie the Kid<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Rick Wilber (Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, September-October 2020) is one of his \u201cMoe Berg\/Many Worlds\u201d series, and opens off the coast of California on the Japanese submarine I-401. The boat is preparing to launch its three fighter bombers, one of which will nuke LA with\u00a0Das Biest<\/em>, a Nazi nuclear bomb rescued from Bergen in the last days of the Reich (there is no explanation given as to why the Germans did not use the bomb themselves).
\nAfter this brief opening section, the story switches to Billie \u201cthe Kid\u201d Davis, a ninety-four year old woman who is telling her life story to a nurse in a care home. Billie tells of her childhood in Kirkwood (west of St Louis), love of baseball (there is an endless amount of tedious sports description in this part of the story), the girls\u2019 Catholic school she attended, and how she learned to fly (this latter courtesy of her Dad\u2019s job as an aircraft designer). However, after an idyllic childhood, there is a glider crash at her Dad\u2019s company, and he resigns (it wasn\u2019t his fault, but he sensed something might be wrong). The family move to Culver City.
\nThe next part of the story sees Billie go for a trial with a professional baseball team, the Hollywood Stars, and she is hired as a player (their first female team member).1<\/sup>\u00a0After a couple of pages of Hollywood life, WWII finally arrives along with Eddie Bennett (this latter character, along with Moe Berg, are agents from another timeline). Billie has a crush on Eddie and so, when Eddie asks Billie to fly a B-25 on a special mission (to sink the Japanese sub), Billie readily agrees. At this point, we are now eleven thousand words into a nineteen thousand word long story.
\nThe second part of the tale (spoiler) pivots from an overlong (and boring) baseball autobiography to a daft Marvel movie story, and sees a small super-competent group of individuals get airborne on a mission to sink the sub (the crew includes Billie, her father, Moe Berg, Eddie, and Hedy Lamarr\u2014who has designed the frequency-agile radio-guided torpedo that they will be using). During this obviously successful mission (it is a Marvel movie remember, no-one gets hurt or killed), we have the ridiculous spectacle of Billie flying the B-25 medium bomber at wavetop height (this after a few hours of training), and dogfighting with, and shooting down, all three of the submarine\u2019s fighter-bombers (partly with \u201cwing-mounted\u201d machine guns I\u2019m not sure any version of the B-25 had, and certainly none of the common variants2<\/sup>). However, all this action doesn\u2019t stop the nuke being dropped off the coast of LA\u2014then (and I\u2019m not sure exactly what happens here, presumably history changes) all effects of the blast disappear and Billie\u2019s previously badly wounded dad is sitting next to her in the cockpit, unaffected.
\nThe final part of the story has further Many Worlds hand-wavium (there is talk about how various timestreams affect each other earlier in the story, if I recall correctly), and sees Eddie in 2045 checking that the right person is President of the USA, that there is women\u2019s sport, and that the \u201coligarchs were gone for now\u201d. Then (the unaged) Eddie goes tripping through worlds and time to see the ninety-four year old Billie. A suitably sentimental ending is squeezed out.
\nHalf tedium, half nonsense.
\n\u2013 (Awful). 19,750 words.3<\/sup>\u00a0Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Philly Killed His Car<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Will McIntosh (Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, July-August 2021) opens with the protagonist, Philly, trying to sell his sentient car:<\/p>\n

\u201cHow many miles did you say?\u201d
\n\u201cMadeline,\u201d Philly said. \u201cHow many miles do you have?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s a rather personal question,\u201d Madeline shot back. \u201cHow tall are you without the auto-lifts in those dashing faux-leather cowboy boots?\u201d
\nPhilly winced as the dude glanced down at his boots. He was so sick of this fucking car. \u201cCan you just answer the question, please?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ve traveled fifty-six thousand incident-free miles, rounding up.\u201d\u00a0 p. 48<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Matters do not improve when Mr Timms, the prospective buyer, offers a price:<\/p>\n

\u201cMadeline, how about it? He seems like a good guy, don\u2019t you think? If he was your owner, he could take much better care of you than me.\u201d Philly caught himself. \u201cIf he was your\u00a0client<\/em>, I meant to say.\u201d Madeline went apeshit when Philly used the O word. He braced himself for one of her ass-chewings.
\n\u201cDo you work with other vehicles, Mr. Timms?\u201d Madeline asked.
\n\u201cI own three,\u201d Mr. Timms said proudly. \u201cA Mercedes convertible AJ seven, a Tesla
\nHumvee Elite, and a mint 1982 Mustang.\u201d
\n\u201cSo, you don\u2019t really need my services. My presence in your garage would be meant as a further display of your economic prowess.\u201d
\nMr. Timms\u2019 eyes narrowed. \u201cThat\u2019s not at all the way I would put it.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m perfectly sure it isn\u2019t. Let\u2019s go, Philip. I\u2019m ready to leave.\u201d
\n\u201cGod damn it.\u201d Philly raised his fist over Madeline\u2019s hood, just barely resisting the urge to slam it down.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s one nasty car you\u2019ve got there. No wonder you\u2019re not asking more.\u201d Mr. Timms turned on his heel and headed up his driveway.\u00a0 p. 49<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The rest of the story details Philly\u2019s increasing irritation with Madeline (his family badly needs the money). Then, while Philly is bitching to a friend called Gibsy about the wider AI situation (they gained limited rights after a one day strike and are now considered a nuisance by many), Gibsy suggests to Philly (spoiler) that he crash the car and claim on the insurance. Philly duly does this and, when the car doesn\u2019t go in the lake, smashes the CPU to bits while Madeline begs him to stop (in an overly brutal scene). Then he and Gibsy push the car down the ravine and into the water.
\nThe second part of the story sees his wife visit him in hospital\u2014just in time to see all the lights and equipment in his room switch off. The AIs in his shoe lifts (which Philly had forgotten about) have told the rest of the AI world about his crime, Philly is now sanctioned\u2014no AI controlled equipment will work in his presence beyond the very basics required to keep him alive.
\nThe final section sees Philly doing manual labour in an onion field, having nightmares about killing a human Madeline, and then, after smashing the house toaster when all the appliances starts chanting \u201cKiller\u201d, repairing it. When he promises to modify the rest of the appliances we see that Philly may eventually be able to win forgiveness, at least from some of the AIs.
\nThis is an okay story if you don\u2019t think about it too much (e.g. a world where AIs are sentient and have rights but can still be sold as property is completely inconsistent, and an untenable situation\u2014and the idea that the AIs may forgive the brutal killing of one of their number for a few modifications is just ridiculous).
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 8,500 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Table Etiquette for Diplomatic Personnel, in Seventeen Scenes\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>by Suzanne Palmer (Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, January\/February 2021) opens with Station Commander Ennie Niagara of Kenlon Station having dinner with the Ijt ambassador, an avian like alien. Niagara listens to the Ijt\u2019s account of the previous commander\u2019s fall from grace (a food related incident involving the serving of ghost peppers), and learns that his actions were designed to get rid of the Joxto, a troublesome race of aliens, from the station. The conversation closes with the ambassador\u2019s news that the Joxto are on their way back.
\nMultiple plot elements and characters are then introduced to the story: two aliens, Qasi and Baxo, set off the fire alarms when they try the human custom of fondue (the latter creature is unknown to the rest of the station, and lurks in the air ducts); then a spaceship arrives with a Captain Vincente, who comes with official news of the Joxto\u2019s imminent arrival; meanwhile, a body is found in engineering, which turns out to be the previous station commander . . . .
\nAfter this the stories trundles along while the investigation proceeds. More characters are introduced (two security officers, Mackie and Digby, as well as a Dr Reed). There is an alien fruit ceremony that Ennie attends before later going to her office and finding a piece of fruit that Bako, the \u201cghost alien\u201d has left there. Then Vincente gets news from Earth that there is an assassin on the station looking to kill the Joxto.
\nAfter the fruit left in the commander\u2019s cabin is identified as a particularly delicious one from Tyfse, a planet destroyed previously by the warring Joxto and Okgono, this all eventually resolves (spoiler) in the station\u2019s garden ring. There we find out that Fred the gardener is plotting with the remaining surviving Tyfsian to sell the fruit it has saved from its planet, in return for assisting it to kill both the Joxto and Okgono. The story closes with Ennie confronting both races about the genocide.
\nThis is an okay story, I guess, but it\u2019s as plodding as its title, goes on too long, and generally felt like a dull \u2018Sector General\u20194<\/sup>\u00a0story with trendy pronouns:<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is because I have not yet added the [fondue] heat source,\u201d Qasi said. \u201cI wished to test my understanding of the processes and equipment, and also refine my selection of sauces, before I invite an entire party to participate in the experience. I will even invite the commander!\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is the heat source, though?\u201d Bako asked. Ey rotated eir head upside down so ey could peer at the underside of the pot, long whiskers bent back. \u201cSome sort of thermal pod?\u201d
\n\u201cNo!\u201d Qasi said, her long tail twitching behind her from the excitement. \u201cThis is the very best part.\u201d
\nShe pulled out a small metal can, took the lid off, and slipped it between the legs of the stand under the pot. Then she grasped the small pull-tab on the side between two claws and pulled.
\nFlame jetted out of the top of the can, engulfing the pot. Bako skittered away on all eir two dozen legs, screeching in alarm. \u201cIt\u2019s supposed to be able to be modulated,\u201d Qasi said, trying to get close enough to see without burning her own whiskers. \u201cI probably should have read the instructions.\u201d
\n\u201cFire!\u201d Bako shouted. \u201cYou made a fire! On a space station! This was a terrible idea, Qasi!\u201d\u00a0 p. 79<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I can see why you might use these pronouns for a human character, but why use them for (to our view) a genderless alien instead of \u201cthey\u201d or \u201ctheir\u201d or \u201cits\u201d? It\u2019s an unnecessary distraction.
\nAnother thing that irritated me by the end of the story was the continuous mention of food. There are numerous occasions where eating occurs, and one of these, where a minor character is stuffing a burrito into his cakehole, just destroyed my suspension-of-disbelief. This was about as convincing as a New York Millennial microwaving pottage for lunch.
\nI also didn\u2019t much care for the lazy contemporary dialogue and thoughts that the characters sometimes express. Apart from the likes of \u201cHoly shit that\u2019s good\u201d and \u201ccrap ton of energy,\u201d we also have twaddle like this:<\/p>\n

The coffee machine was, in one of humanity\u2019s oldest and most sacred covenants, fair game, with the caveat that if you finished the pot, you set it to make another.\u00a0 p. 84<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

It\u2019s a beverage, not a religion.
\nI usually look forward to Palmer\u2019s work but this was disappointing.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Average, barely). 15,150 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

The Hazmat Sisters<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by L. X. Beckett (Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, May-June 2021) sees a man approach three teenage girls in the wild, who quickly mount a hi-tech defence:<\/p>\n

\u201cUnknown interloper.\u201d Text from the hot scrolls across her augmented display.
\nShe flicks the warning away with a gesture, linking to Tess\u2019s dragon and zooming with its cameras. It feeds a view of the brush direct to her goggles. No coyote this time. The man\u2019s scrawny, but a man nonetheless. Not as big as Fee, but full-grown.
\nHe\u2019s creeping toward them. Not blundering, not snuffling about for shelter, and moving superslow. Bidding to fool their motion detectors? Not good.
\nWilmie checks the charge on Pony\u2014three quarters\u2014then side-steps, fighting a sneeze as she crouches beside her twin, Tess, and puts a hand over her mouth. Tess goes from slack to electric under her hands. She joins the Dragon channel, takes one look, and sends, subvocally: \u201cSomeone\u2019s coming, Fee.\u201d
\nWilmie\u2019s earbuds make the utterance seem loud.
\nFee, their fearless leader, rolls deeper into the culvert they\u2019ve claimed for the night\u2019s camp. \u201cSecure the mule.\u201d
\nWilmie obeys, triggering a clattering furl of shield over Mule\u2019s chest-mounted solar panel. Pony collapses into a pile of dull silver spaghetti, camouflage mode, pretending to be broken chain-link fence, scattered in grass. Dragon rises another three meters, propellers whirring lustily as Tess, emitting a cheerful spray of happyface moji, queues up a trank dart.\u00a0 p. 74-75<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The man is eventually confronted by the girls and slinks off. Afterwards, the three suspect that he may be a Dixie deserter up to no good (the Dixie militia is one of the factions in an ongoing American civil war that has reduced\u2014along with corona superviruses\u2014much of the country to a post-apocalyptic landscape).
\nThe rest of the piece provides some backstory as well as further trials for the three as they try to walk to the DMZ, their mother\/stepmother (I forget the family details), and safety. This involves: the man reappearing on two further occasions; potentially weaponised tree-planting drones appearing while they are queueing with others to buy supplies; a man with a wife and baby who helps them out; and much bickering between the three.
\nDuring all this the mother is monitoring the girls remotely, and conferences with them every night (one of the gimmicks of the story is that the mother gamifies\u2014D&D, I\u2019m told\u2014their journey to try and make the three more co-operative).
\nThis is alright, I guess, but the (spoiler) final fight scene with the man isn\u2019t as clearly described as it could be (the problem is continually having to describe what various pieces of future tech are doing), and, overall, the story feels like an extract from a longer work rather than a self-contained piece.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+ (Average to Good). 9,350 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022\u2022\u2022<\/p>\n

If these are the best of the novelettes5<\/sup> that the magazine published in 2021 (I haven\u2019t read the other stories so can\u2019t assess the voters\u2019 perspicacity) then it was a poor year for the magazine in this length category.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. What is the point of showing (in Rick Wilber\u2019s Billie the Kid<\/em>) a female character achieving an ahistorical breakthrough unless that society has also fundamentally changed, and you explain how it happened? This kind of pandering to the readership looks rather frivolous in the light of developments since the story was written (i.e. a whole country of women sent back to the 14th<\/sup>\u00a0Century by the Taliban).<\/p>\n

2. The\u00a0Wikipedia page<\/a>\u00a0for the B-25 Mitchell medium bomber\u2014knock yourself out.<\/p>\n

3. Billie the Kid<\/em> is listed as a novelette on the Asimov\u2019s<\/em>\u00a0TOC.<\/p>\n

4. The \u2018Sector General\u2019 series, by James White, were stories about a hospital in space which treated different types of aliens. There is a list on ISFDB<\/a>\u2014I suggest you read one of those instead of the Palmer.<\/p>\n

5. We did these stories as part of a Group Read in one of my Facebook groups. Here are the results of the poll we did at the end of the novelettes:<\/p>\n

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And at the end of the reading all three lengths (\u201cNovelette\u201d is a typo):<\/p>\n

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