{"id":14683,"date":"2022-09-01T10:55:50","date_gmt":"2022-09-01T10:55:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=14683"},"modified":"2022-09-27T11:48:37","modified_gmt":"2022-09-27T11:48:37","slug":"the-2022-hugo-award-short-story-finalists","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/?p=14683","title":{"rendered":"The 2022 Hugo Award Short Story Finalists"},"content":{"rendered":"


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Summary: A game of two halves, with three good stories, Mr. Death <\/em>by Alix E. Harrow (which has a \u201cReaper\u201d from the Department of Death given a two year old boy as his next job), Proof by Induction <\/em>by Jos\u00e9 Pablo Iriarte (a son visits his dead father in VR to finish a math proof and try to establish a relationship), and Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather <\/em>by Sarah Pinsker (an online group discuss a gruesome folk song, and one of their number later does some field research).<\/p>\n

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Editors, Jason Sizemore & Lesley Conner, Lynne M. Thomas and Michael Damian Thomas (x3), unknown (x2)<\/p>\n

Fiction:
\nMr. Death<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 short story by Alix E. Harrow \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
\nProof by Induction<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 short story by Jos\u00e9 Pablo Iriarte \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Sin of America<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 short story by Catherynne M. Valente \u2217<\/strong>
\nTangles<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 short story by Seanan McGuire \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nUnknown Number<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 short story by Blue Neustifter \u2217<\/strong>
\nWhere Oaken Hearts Do Gather<\/strong> <\/em>\u2022 short story by Sarah Pinsker \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+<\/p>\n

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There are six finalists in the short story category, and they are reviewed below in the order they are listed on the Hugo Award site.<\/p>\n

Mr Death\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>by Alix E. Harrow (Apex<\/em> #121, January 2021)1<\/sup> begins with Sam, the narrator, telling us that he has ferried \u201ctwo hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death\u201d before he is given his next assignment:<\/p>\n

Name: Lawrence Harper
\nAddress: 186 Grist Mill Road, Lisle NY, 13797
\nTime: Sunday, July 14th 2020, 2:08AM, EST
\nCause: Cardiac arrest resulting from undiagnosed long QT syndrome
\nAge: 30 months
\n.<\/span>
\n<\/em>Jesus Christ on his sacred red bicycle. He\u2019s two.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Sam goes to see Lawrence several hours before his death (a requirement that helps smooth the passing of the dead across the river to \u201crejoin the great everything\u201d) and, when he arrives in the boy\u2019s bedroom, watches him stir. Lawrence\u2019s father, alerted by the intercom, comes in and picks the boy up and takes him into the kitchen. Sam then watches the father hold and feed Lawrence, and notes the father does not know that this will be his last time together with his son. Later on in the garden, the boy (unusually) sees Sam, and the pair later play catch together.
\nThe rest of the story switches between this kind of affecting domestic detail (we see the boy with his mother when she gets home), backstory about the premature death of Sam\u2019s own young son, Ian, and an account of Sam\u2019s own death and recruitment as a \u201creaper\u201d.
\nEventually (spoiler), Lawrence\u2019s moment of passing arrives and, when his heart stops, Sam intervenes, putting a ghostly hand into the boy\u2019s chest and massaging it back to life.
\nSam subsequently has his tea leaves read by his Archangel supervisor, Raz (\u201cthe kind of sweet, middle-aged Black woman with whom you do not fuck\u201d) and is given another appointment to reap the boy. Once again Sam saves him, and once again Raz appears. This time she asks Sam what he would do if she punished him by leaving him on Earth, never to cross the river and rejoin the great everything, but to fade into nothingness. Sam says he would watch over Lawrence for as long as he could, and the story finishes with Raz telling him he no longer works for the Department of Death. Before she goes she hands him a card, which says, \u201cSam Grayson, Junior Guardian, Department of Life\u201d.
\nAlthough this story pretends, for most of its length, to be an edgy and dark piece, it is ultimately sentimental and feel-good\u2014and, to be honest, quite well done.\u00a0I couldn\u2019t help but think, however, that there are darker and more profound versions of the story where the boy dies. Two options spring to mind: the first, which would appeal to the religious, is that we see the joy of him rejoining the great everything; the second just sees him die, and has the narrator reflect on the need for stoicism to get us through this veil of tears. I doubt any current SF writer is going to be writing that kind of story any time soon.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+ (Good to Very Good). 5,100 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Proof by Induction<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Jos\u00e9 Pablo Iriarte (Uncanny<\/em> #40, May-June 2021)2<\/sup> opens with Paulie arriving at the hospital to discover his father has died. Standing next to his father\u2019s wife is the chaplain, who offers Paulie the chance to enter his father\u2019s \u201cCoda\u201d, a computer simulacrum of his father\u2019s consciousness made just before his death:<\/p>\n

Gone was the endotracheal tube. The room was eerily silent, with none of the sounds he\u2019d associated with the hospital from his visits over the past week.
\nHe met his father\u2019s eyes. \u201cHey.\u201d
\nHis father smiled ruefully. \u201cHey.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cDead?\u201d His father gestured toward the inactive monitors.
\n\u201cApparently so.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d Are you afraid, he wanted to ask, but he knew better than to talk to his father about emotions.
\n\u201cNothing hurts,\u201d he said, picking at a scab on his leg. \u201cI guess they have a way of turning that off.\u201d
\n\u201cDid the doctors mess up? Should I ask for an autopsy?\u201d
\nHis father shook his head. \u201cNah. I\u2019m seventy-one, diabetic, and with a bad heart. You\u2019re not going to win any lawsuits here.\u201d
\nIt occurred to Paulie that Codas could be programmed to give whatever answer benefitted the hospital.
\nPaulie stared out the window, over the parking lot, to the eerily empty expressway. \u201cI really believed we were close on that Perelman proof.\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe nobody\u2019s meant to find it.\u201d
\nEasy for him to say. He\u2019d already been beyond questions of tenure and publication; now all of that was even more meaningless for him.
\nFor Paulie, though, Perelman would have been the home run his tenure dossier needed. He turned back toward the bed. \u201cOkay. Well.\u201d He put a hand on the chair he\u2019d sat in last night while his father complained about his breathing. He should say something. Something like I love you\u00b8 he supposed. But his father had never gone in for the mushy stuff in life, so why start now?
\n\u201cGoodbye, then,\u201d he finished instead.
\n\u201cBye, Paulie,\u201d said his father. \u201cThank you for visiting.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Paulie subsequently arranges to take a copy of the Coda home with him, and the rest of the story mostly consists of scenes where Paulie visits his father\u2019s Coda to work on the theorem (although we also see something of Paulie\u2019s own family life and relationship with his daughter, and the peer pressure he experiences at his university job).
\nThe two men\u2019s attempts to solve the theory become increasingly complicated by the fact that Paulie\u2019s father has no memory of what has happened during previous visits, which means that Paulie has to explain everything they have done each time he enters the Coda. We also see further evidence of the emotional distance between the men, and Paulie\u2019s attempts to make some sort of connection with his father, such as the occasion he mentions his daughter\u2019s forthcoming dance recital:<\/p>\n

\u201cIt just. . .it reminds me of my piano recitals.\u201d
\nHis father leaned on his bed railing. \u201cIs that what this is really about, Paulie? Are you here to tell me I was a shitty father? I know. I already acknowledged that, after the divorce.\u201d
\nPaulie dropped into the chair by the bed. \u201cNo,\u201d he said at last. \u201cSorry. I keep thinking of what other people use the Coda technology for, and I keep waiting to hear you talk about something besides math or life insurance. I keep hoping you\u2019ll have something profound to say.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not the mushy type.\u201d
\n\u201cYou could fake it.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re the smartest person I ever met. You would see through any faking.\u201d
\nPaulie blinked. A compliment.
\n\u201cI wouldn\u2019t have blamed you if you didn\u2019t want anything to do with me,\u201d his father went on, \u201cafter not being there for you as a kid. But then you made me a part of your life and we got along okay. You treated me like a colleague, so I tried to treat you the same. Now you\u2019re mad at me for not acting more like a father? I didn\u2019t think you wanted that from me.\u201d
\nPaulie waited to see if he would say anything else. That was about as close to \u201cmushy\u201d as he\u2019d come since the night twenty years ago when he\u2019d apologized for abandoning him.
\nAfter a quiet eternity, he got up from the chair. \u201cOkay, well, I think I have enough to work on for now. I\u2019ll come back when I have some progress.\u201d
\n\u201cBye, Paulie. Thank you for visiting.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Eventually (spoiler) they go on to solve the theorem, and Paulie comes to accept that his father is never going to say the things that he wants him to say.
\nNormally I\u2019m not remotely interested in \u201cDaddy\u201d or other problematical relationship stories, but this one works quite well\u2014probably because Iriarte handles this in a fairly muted way and not as the usual whiny adolescent psychodrama. I\u2019d also note that the description of the mathematical processes undertaken to solve the theorem are an equal focus of the story, and are quite gripping\u2014a significant feat considering that I had no idea about what was being discussed.
\nThis story has an odd combination of ideas and themes, but I liked it a lot.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u00a0(Very good). 6,250 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

The Sin of America<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Catherynne M. Valente (Uncanny<\/em>\u00a0#39, March-April 2022)3<\/sup> has a beginning that suggests (more or less correctly) that the story is going to be an overwritten modern myth:<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a woman outside of a town called Sheridan, where the sky comes so near to earth it has to use the crosswalk just like everybody else.
\nThere\u2019s a woman outside of Sheridan, sitting in the sun-yellow booth in the far back corner of the Blue Bison Diner & Souvenir Shoppe under a busted wagon wheel and a pair of wall-mounted commemorative plates. One\u2019s from the moon landing. The other\u2019s from old Barnum Brown discovering the first T-Rex skeleton up at Hell Creek.
\nThere\u2019s a woman outside of Sheridan and she is eating the sin of America.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

We subsequently learn about (a) the woman (Ruby-Rose Martineau, middle aged, dead baby, parents run a butterfly farm, eating the sin of America), (b) the teenage waitress Emmeline (pregnant by the older and widowed owner), and (c) the diner (various items of d\u00e9cor). Then we see the diner\u2019s clientele watch TV, and news of the trial of a man called Salazar.
\nEventually, Ruby-Roses\u2019s huge meal arrives and, as she works her way through it, she thinks about her past and how she came to be selected for her current task.
\nMany pages of description later, Ruby-Rose finishes her meal. She then goes outside\u2014where (spoiler) the rest of the customers beat her to death. When a new customer arrives in the diner car park and sees Ruby-Rose\u2019s body, a blood-spattered Emmeline tells him it\u2019s okay, and \u201cIt\u2019s the beginning of a new era. We\u2019re all better now.\u201d The TV in the diner shows the news that Ruby-Rose was behind a hedge fund Ponzi scheme.
\nI had no idea what the point of this was. Two suggestions in one of my Facebook groups were (a) that it is a Christ-allegory (she dies for their sins) or (b) it is similar to Shirley Jackson\u2019s\u00a0The Lottery<\/em>, with its themes of scapegoating and conformity.4<\/sup>
\nAnother story that illustrates the adage, \u201cIf you want to send a message, use Western Union\u201d.
\n\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 5,600 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Tangles<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Seanan McGuire (Magic The Gathering<\/em>, 2021)\u00a0opens with the dryad narrator and her tree arriving on a new \u201cPlane\u201d (I assume this is one of many realities in a fantasy multiverse). She has come to the Kessig forest to free the tree from her service:<\/p>\n

They had taken another five steps when the tree spoke again, saying, Here. Stop.
\nWrenn stopped. They drove their roots deep into the ground, and bit by bit, she began to pull herself out of the home that had been hers for so long. As she pulled, her awareness of the great tree dwindled, until she felt like a tooth that had been loosened in its socket, still part of the body but awaiting only one last sharp blow to knock it out entirely.
\nThen, with a final yank that she felt all the way to the bottom of her stomach, she uprooted herself and was no longer joined with Six. Six, who was no longer the majestic, towering treefolk he had become during their time together\u2014trees had no gender as such, but dryads did, and upon discovering the concept in her mind, he had considered his choices and decided he preferred the masculine5<\/sup>\u2014was now a mature, healthy, beautifully twisting Innistrad oak, his branches reaching for the clouded sky.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Wrenn subsequently searches the forest for a new tree and, as she does so, the villagers from a nearby settlement start hunting her (they fear she is a \u201cwhite witch\u201d). Accompanying them is a mage called Teferi, who finds her before the villagers do and makes her acquaintance. Then, when Teferi detects a demon behind them, he unleashes a magic spell that vanquishes the beast but also distorts the forest around them\u2014and they end up locked in some kind of maze or Mobius strip (after walking for a time they eventually find themselves back where they started).
\nBy now Wrenn urgently needs to find a tree to help contain the fire within her, so she gives Teferi advice about how to view and untangle his spell, as well as adding her magic to his. He (spoiler) succeeds in undoing the spell\u2019s effects and they return to their original location. They also find that, during this process, Teferi has \u201cbent\u201d time and a nearby sapling has aged and matured into a tree suitable for Wrenn.
\nThis is a competently done story but an uninvolving one\u2014possibly because the plot feels like various game moves rather than something which develops organically.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 5,150 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Unknown Number<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Blue Neustifter (Twitter, 28th<\/sup> July 2021)\u00a0is a story which is presented as screenshots of a text message conversation. The initial exchanges between the two messagers profoundly disturb the recipient because of the amount of personal detail that the sender knows about them but, as the story progresses (spoiler), we subsequently discover that the sender is a male physicist who has developed a device that allows him to contact his other selves in the multiverse (hence his intimate knowledge). Later on we learn that he is looking for a timeline where his other self successfully transitioned to become a woman so he can question them about their life, and discuss his own gender dysphoria. Gaby, the person he is messaging, has completed that transition.
\nThis piece has a novel presentation and a neat idea, but it takes a while to get going (i.e. to the point that Gaby accepts what is happening), and then goes on for too long. It is also quite a wandering, narcissistic conversation, and occasionally descends into bumper sticker\/self-help philosophy (\u201clife is a fucking hard thing, and sometimes it\u2019s happy, and sometimes it\u2019s miserable; \u201clife is hard, capitalism sucks, the world is dying\u201d, etc.).
\nThis has a novel format but the SFnal idea at its heart is, I think, amateurishly executed.
\n\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 2,600 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Sarah Pinsker (Uncanny<\/em>\u00a0#39, March-April 2022) opens with an online discussion of a song:<\/p>\n

\u2192This song, included among the famous ballads documented by Francis James Child, is an allegorical tale of a tryst between two lovers and its aftermath. \u2013Dynamum<\/em>\u00a0(2 upvotes, 1 downvote)
\n.<\/span><\/em>
\n>That\u2019s awfully reductive, and I\u2019m not sure what allegory you\u2019re seeing. There\u2019s a murder and a hanging and something monstrous in the woods. Sets it apart from the average lovers\u2019 tryst. \u2013BarrowBoy
\n.<\/span>
\n<\/em>>Fine. I just thought somebody should summarize it here a little, since \u201cabout the song\u201d means more than just how many verses it has. Most people come here to discuss how to interpret a song, not where to find it in the Child Ballads\u2019 table of contents. \u2013Dynamum
\n.<\/span>
\n<\/em>\u2192Dr. Mark Rydell\u2019s 2002 article \u201cA Forensic Analysis of \u2018Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather\u2019\u201d, published in Folklore, explored the major differences and commonalities and their implications. In\u00a0The Rose and the Briar<\/em>, Wendy Lesser writes about how if a trad song leaves gaps in its story, it\u2019s because the audience was expected to know what information filled those gaps. The audience that knew this song is gone, and took the gap information with them. Rydell attempted to fill in the blanks. \u2013HolyGreil<\/em>\u00a0(1 upvote)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This passage pretty much limns the rest of the story in that: (a) it shows several people on a forum discussing the song\u00a0Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather<\/em>\u00a0stanza by stanza\u2014during which we learn it is about a man meeting a woman in the woods and having his heart is excised and used to grow an oak tree; (b) it illustrates the usual online friction between participants (most notably in this case between BarrowBoy and Dynamum above, with the former constantly downvoting the latter); and (c) we first hear of HolyGriel\u2019s account of Rydell\u2019s academic work, which leads a documentary maker called Henry Martyn to investigate further. Martyn later discovers that Rydell visited the location referred to in the song, a village called Gall in England, and (spoiler) he subsequently disappeared. Then, towards the end of the story, Martyn also travels to the village to do research for his documentary. There, he meets a very helpful (and knowledgeable) young woman called Jenny. . . .
\nThis is very well done (the online comments and exchanges are pitch perfect), but the story has an ending you can see coming from miles away. An entertaining piece but not a multi-award winning one.6<\/sup>
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+ (Good to Very Good). 6,700 words. Story link.<\/a><\/p>\n

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

As per the summary above, this is a game of two halves, with three better than good stories (the Harrow, Iriarte, and the Pinsker), and three that, in my opinion, should not be here. I can only presume that these latter three arrived for auxiliary reasons: the Valente perhaps for its political\/cultural slant and because of her previous Hugo nominations; the McGuire also because of pervious nominations and the popularity of Magic The Gathering, an online game; and the Neustifter because of trans zeitgeist and peak social media. I note in passing that these stories received between 44 and 96 nominations.7<\/sup>
\nI would also note that the Hugo voting (for short fiction anyway) is once again tribal\u2014for the nth<\/sup> year running nearly all the nominees are women (four or five in this category, depending on how you count), and skew entirely towards online work (three stories are from Uncanny<\/em>, and there is one each from Apex<\/em>, Magic The Gathering, and Twitter).
\nAs to the question of what story will actually win in this category, who knows? My choice would be the Iriarte, although that piece does not strike me as a Hugo winner. I suspect that the Pinsker will win, maybe the Harrow. We will know in a few days.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. Mr Death <\/em>by Alix E. Harrow was also a Nebula finalist and runner-up in the short story category of the Locus Poll.<\/p>\n

2. Proof by Induction<\/em> by Jos\u00e9 Pablo Iriarte was also a Nebula finalist and placed fourth in the short story category of the Locus Poll. It is currently a finalist for the Theodore Sturgeon Award.<\/p>\n

3. The Sin of America<\/em> by Catherynne M. Valente placed fifth in the short story category of the Locus Poll.<\/p>\n

4. This is one of the Wikipedia<\/a>\u00a0interpretations of Shirley Jackson\u2019s\u00a0The Lottery.<\/em><\/p>\n

5. Even trees are choosing their own gender nowadays. Hurrah.<\/p>\n

6. Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather<\/em> by Sarah Pinsker won the Nebula and Locus Awards for 2021, and is a finalist for this year\u2019s World Fantasy Award. This a well executed piece but it doesn\u2019t have the substance of a multi-award winner.<\/p>\n

7. The Hugo Awards page<\/a>.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n\"rss\"<\/a>\"rss\"<\/a><\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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