The Hugo Awards are this weekend, but time-travel Hugos are much more fun! …And there’s less drama when you’re several generations removed.
So let’s go back to the Hugos: 1965!
The member vote for Best Novel:
MY pretend, retro vote for Best Novel:
A colorful Hugo shortlist full of imaginative, vibrant, yet structurally flawed stories. The Planet Buyer‘s lack of story requires a reread to be fully appreciated, but it’s more impressive than the fun, but schticky disaster novel, The Wanderer. Brunner’s The Whole Man might have been a tad more interesting if I hadn’t already read Brunner’s brilliant Stand on Zanzibar (1968). As for Bangporn, as he is now called in my house, well, I can see how Davy‘s themes of sexual liberation in a post-apocalyptic setting might have been tantalizing at the time, but I have a hard time reconciling the “women are people, too,” message with the “stallionizing” that begins a few pages later. You mean, “women are people, too, as long as they are my playthings,” right?
Oh, oh, oh! AND, all four of these novels involve highly experimental literary elements, liberal philosophizing, non-white characters, and ZERO pew-pew-space-cadet heroics. They are all VERY WEIRD BOOKS THAT STODGY WHITE DUDES WHO STARCH THEIR SOCKS PROBABLY WON’T LIKE AND IT MAKES ME WONDER IF PEOPLE WHO COMPLAIN THAT NEW SF IS TOO LIBERAL AND EXPERIMENTAL ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO READ VINTAGE SF, OR DID THEY JUST SEE A PICTURE OF A 1930’s-ERA COMIC BOOK AND ASSUME ALL VINTAGE SF IS LIKE THAT. AHEM, I’M SAYING THAT I THINK THE PAD SUPPIES DON’T ACTUALLY READ MUCH SF OUTSIDE OF THEIR OWN CIRCLE JERK.
I’m sorry, that’s probably incorrect. I meant to say “WHOSE WIVES STARCH THEIR SOCKS.”
Tune in tomorrow for 1975… when some real masterpieces show up!