We Who Are About To… by Joanna Russ

We Who Are About ToTitle: We Who Are About To...
Author: Joanna Russ
Published:  1975
Publisher: The Women’s Press Science Fiction
Genre: science fiction
Source: own copy
Rating: 5/10

A passenger space ship crash lands on an uninhabited planet. The eight survivors have no way of sending a distress signal and no hope of being rescued by a passing ship, so they start making plans to colonise the planet. One of them – an unnamed middle-aged musicologist who dislikes her companions – points out the absurdity of this. They have no technical skills, a small food supply, and almost no survival gear. The ship was programmed to crash on a ‘tagged’ planet where the air, gravity and temperature are similar to Earth’s, but tagged planets aren’t necessarily colonisable planets. In short, the narrator argues, survival will be horrific if not impossible, so instead of trying pointlessly to live, they should prepare to die.

This does not go down well. The narrator’s dissent turns the other survivors against her, and they try to force her to submit to their plans, which include making babies as soon as possible. It’s frighteningly ridiculous. They want to build a civilisation but they’re too scared to drink the water. They have no idea how they’re going to eat once their food supplies run out, but they want kids. None of them seem to have considered what their lives will be like if they somehow managed to live. Only the narrator is that realistic:

I think some kinds of survival are damned idiotic. Do you want your children to live in the Old Stone Age? Do you want them to forget how to read? Do you want to lose your teeth? Do you want your great-grandchildren to die at thirty? That’s obscene.


Unfortunately, the other characters misinterpret her feelings. They accuse her of being a coward who just wants to give up. They think she wants to die, or that she wants everyone to commit suicide. None of them realise that survival is impossible, and if anything they’re all in denial about the certainty of death. The narrator doesn’t want to die – she has many opportunities to kill herself but doesn’t. She just knows that she will die soon and if no one will listen to her, she wishes they would at least leave her alone to come to terms with death.

But they won’t. They watch her closely to make sure she doesn’t try to run off, and start talking about which man and woman should conceive first. The two younger women who survived are fine with this, but for the narrator it means that she’ll eventually be raped, and possibly die in childbirth because she’s too old to give birth safely.

In their situation of course, the law no longer applies. And in this suddenly primitive context we find that the characters get reduced to the materiality of their bodies. It’s suggested that the women be kept safe because they’re needed for childbirth. Lori, a twelve year old girl, suffers constantly from allergic reactions with little or no means of treating them. Her father Victor is chosen to create the first child because he’s the oldest and his clock is ticking. Alan Bobby, a hulking dim-witted footballer, suddenly realises how empowered he is because of his size. In one scene, a woman, Nathalie, argues with him about wasting water. She’s naturally assumed a leadership role because of her determination and intelligence, but Alan Bobby suddenly finds that he has the power to get his way through violence.

It’s a disturbing black comedy, laced with absurdity with the threat of terrible violence.  The narrator is rather misanthropic, but I like that about her, especially in these circumstances. I certainly admire her forthright perspective and her wit.

For a while I really enjoyed this story. It’s a frank, uncompromising portrayal of a bleak situation. Yes, the characters can be infuriating, but I think Russ kept it balanced enough that it’s intriguing but not so frustrating that you can’t stand to read it. If anything, it’s the interactions with all those characters that make this simple premise interesting. When they’re not around, the whole thing collapses.

About halfway through when the narrator gets what she wants and goes to die alone. The loneliness and hunger soon start to affect her mind, and the narrative becomes a rambling account of her life while she hallucinates the other characters and people from her past. The story gets more layered with some world building and more information on the narrator’s character, but I’m not a big fan of surreal stream-of-consciousness writing and I found most of it dead boring. It’s a really short book at only 170 pages, but in the second half I kept checking to see how much more I had to read as the narrative dragged on. I’d give the first half of the novel four stars; the rest would get two at most. By the end I was just relieved that it was over.

Review and Giveaway of Revenge by Yoko Ogawa

Revenge by Yoko IgawaTitle: Revenge: Eleven Dark Tales
Author: Yoko Ogawa
29 January 2013
Pubisher: Picador
literary fiction, short stories
eARC from the publisher via NetGalley
Rating: 8/10

I googled a bit of information on Yoko Ogawa when I started writing this review, and I was impressed but not too surprised to learn that she has won every major Japanese literary award and has published over twenty works of fiction and non-fiction. Revenge undoubtedly showcases the skills of a talented, experienced author. When I read “Afternoon at the Bakery”, the first of the “Eleven Dark Tales” in this collection, I was stunned. It’s a devastating kind of story, like many of the stories here – very calm and quiet, with sudden stabs of shock and pain, like a surgical knife slid quickly but gently into the heart of an unsuspecting victim. A simple narrative draws you in – one sunny afternoon, a woman walks to the bakery to buy two strawberry shortcakes for her son’s birthday. For some reason, the shop is empty – there are no customers, and no one behind the counter. The woman is not in a rush, so she sits down to wait for the pastry chef. Soon, another woman comes in, and they make small talk. “How old is [your son]?” the second woman asks. The first woman replies with this:

Six. He’ll always be six. He’s dead.

She tells us about her son’s death twelve years ago, and how she kept the strawberry shortcake they were meant to share one his birthday and watched it rot. When her husband told her to throw it out, she react violently:

I threw it in his face. Mold and crumbs covered his hair and his cheeks, and a terrible smell filled the room. It was like breathing in death.

I fell in love with Ogawa’s writing in this story. I know it’s translated, but it’s still superb – elegant and hypnotic, with details that tease your senses (I’m thinking of the mention of vanilla, strawberries, cream and the warmth of birthday-candle flames) or cut right into your heart and lungs. It’s the kind of thing that makes you pause to consider or savour what you’ve just read.

“Afternoon at the Bakery” remained my favourite Revenge story (I think I got attached, since it was the first), but with such a wonderful writing style, the others certainly did not disappoint. Ogawa’s great talent, it seems, lies in her absolutely exquisite details and the skilful ways in which she uses them. Most of the stories have rather odd plots. In “Old Mrs J”, the creepy old landlady of an apartment complex finds hand-shaped carrots growing in her vegetable garden. In “Sewing for the Heart” a woman asks a specialist bag maker to sew a bag for her heart, which is particularly delicate because it beats outside of her body. In “Welcome to the Museum of Torture”, a young woman takes a walk after her boyfriend leaves her, and ends up going on a tour through a museum of torture, imagining how she might use some of the devices on her boyfriend.

Besides the plots, there are many beautiful, quaint, tragic or bizarre details within the stories. In “Fruit Juice”, the narrator describes the way that the events of the story he just related “sank into a hole at the bottom of my sea of memories” giving the reader a vague sense that he’s lost something important but inexplicable. Another character describes a woman’s voice as having “an impressive coldness to it – I could almost imagine its tone freezing my ear drum”.

But the most impressive details are the ones that can’t really be quoted and are difficult to write about because they are scattered within and across stories, linking characters and tales, reminding us of sinister things, exposing eerie truths, or revealing the conclusions to earlier stories that ended ambiguously. The strawberry shortcake and the bakery from the first story are mentioned in a later narrative, and the reminder gives an ominous feel to the current tale. We learn about a character’s murder in one story, and when people are looking for him or mention him in later stories we recall why he was killed and the gruesome way in which he died. There are many elements of horror, entwined with the drama unfolding between the characters.

With these tiny but memorable details, Ogawa delicately links lives and stories, creating an unusual kind of novel composed of separate tales. It’s an interesting form; my only problem with it is that one or two of the stories are a bit dull, and seem to be there largely to provide links for others. But for the most part it works beautifully. Although most of the characters never meet each other, the events and artefacts of their lives join them and form a coherent whole for the reader.  There is also one notable recurring character – an obscure writer – who appears in several of the stories. We learn that she has actually written some of them, although whether we read her versions or the real-life events on which they are based is unclear. The book is enjoyably vague in that way – it’s not the kind of novel that offers answers or meaning or easy conclusions; instead it taunts and delights you with its intricacies. Ogawa has said that “one of the fundamental values of fiction is its power to express the inexplicable and the absurd” (Q&A with Yoko Ogawa) and I think that’s exactly what she does with Revenge.

Another notable thing is that almost all the characters are unnamed (a trademark of Ogawa’s according to the Q&A just referenced). The only characters with anything akin to names are Mrs J and Dr Y, and both are secondary characters. Every story is intimately narrated in the first person, and it can sometimes be unclear how old the “I” is or whether they are male or female. The location is completely anonymous too – there are no place names, no landmarks; the novel could be set in any well-developed country. The only suggestion that it might take place in Japan, where Ogawa lives, is that characters sometimes bow to each other in greeting or thanks.

Unencumbered by these specifics, the novel seems almost ghostly, and reading it can be a rather strange and hypnotic experience. But I like it a lot. It’s so well done, that names and places aren’t necessary. It’s a pensive rather than exciting read, but it’s the kind of book that can teach you to appreciate the qualities of good writing, particularly the way writers can manipulate certain elements of a story in order to leave an impression on the reader. Most authors can only dream of writing something this evocative, or writing a sentence or crafting an image that etches itself into the read. Yoko Ogawa is one of the few who can, and I’m glad to have found her.



Now, I my thoughts on Revenge have convinced you that it’s worth reading because I’m giving away two copies on Violin in a Void. One has been generously provided by Gabrielle Gantz at Picador, for residents of the USA and Canada. And since I don’t want everyone else to miss out on a chance to get a copy, I am providing one as well, via Book Depository. Here are the details:

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Thanks so much to Picador for sponsoring a giveaway, and good luck to all those who enter!

On Love and Death by Patrick Suskind

On Love and Death My rating: 3 of 5 stars

A very short book of Suskind’s musings on love and its relation to death, with some interesting insights for his famous novel Perfume (and possibly some of his others as well – I have yet to read them).

Love, Eros is described as a frenzy, “the finest frenzy there is… a mania inspired by and yearning for the divine” (15). Love is “a force instilling in human beings a desire for what they lack: beauty, virtue, happiness, perfection – whose reflection the lover sees in the beloved – and finally even immortality” (15-16)

Suskind looks at examples of Eros as an insanity that leads to poor choices, an intense desire in which lovers cut themselves off from the world and even scorn everyone else in their longing for each other. There is also a more noble example of a writer who falls in love with a waiter but never confesses it, turning his passion into creativity instead, using love to achieve immortality through his work.

About halfway through this little book, Suskind turns to the relationship between love and death. “[L:]ove in general is on easy terms with death” (42) he says – lovers kill themselves to escape the pain of love, others are willing to accept death as the price for a great love. Suskind turns to the poetry of Goethe and the suicide of writer Heinrich von Kleist to explore the idea of love finding “it’s highest and purest form, indeed it’s fulfillment, in death” (43).

Finally he compares Orpheus to Jesus Christ, both of whom tried to conquer death for the sake of love, and comes to the conclusion that Orpheus is more human and his story more touching because of his humility and his ultimate failure.

These musings are literary, not literal, making it a quick and interesting read for literature lovers and anyone interested in the association of love with death and insanity.