Bruce Sterling’s second collection is very much of its time. The stories range in publication date from 1985 to 1992 and frequently deal with topics of the time: nuclear war and arms negotiation, the decaying Soviet Union, an Islam resurgent after the Iranian Revolution, and even Somalia warlords. In his prime, no other science fiction writer was as keyed into the strangeness of the world, especially outside of America and thought about the present and near future permutations of how technology, politics, and popular culture mix.

These stories, sometimes written with collaborators, take us back to a mostly vanished world, and are visions made obsolete by technology and political developments. But that’s the price you pay for using a journalist eye to describe the weird now and even weirder near future. As Sterling himself has remarked, his pure fantasy works are the ones most likely to endure, not his science fiction. And some of those fantasies are here along with one story that may have no fantastic elements at all. And, since Sterling seems to love his literary theories, there’s a fair amount of literary experimentation here, mostly successful.

And there’s almost always fun. Sterling is usually a funny writer. A mentally impoverished science fiction reader might not get past the staleness of intricately imagined futures that we already know will never be, but I have no problem with them.

“Our Neural Chernobyl” (1988) is one of those things I like, a presentation of the future told not through a conventional story but through a future history, news story, or piece of art criticism. Here’s it’s a review of Dr. Hotton’s eponymous book from 2056. Hotton takes up back to the days before scientists were main stream celebrities and were white-coated sociopaths with chips on their shoulders and not much in the way of social support. We hear how one such scientist, Bugs Berenbaum, employed by an illicit narcotics manufacturer, embarked on a genetic engineering project to get the human body itself to produce various street drugs. And, while he’s at it, why not make it an infectious modificationed. But his attentions soon turn to increasing the number of dendrites in the human brain.

He succeeds. Granted, he and the other suddenly appearing geniuses of the world go poetically mad and off themselves, but his work lives on in a plague that has mentally modified various animal species. America’s ranchers now have to contend with shakedowns by coyote packs. Raccoons have made parts of the country into no-go zones, and cats . . . Well, the reviewer argues with Hotton’s contention that cats have developed a new intelligence. One gets the impression, from Hotton’s description of the current situation, that perhaps the age of the sociopathic scientist is not over.

“Storming the Cosmos” (1985), written with Rudy Rucker, is a genuinely laugh out loud story, a secret/alternate history which gives us the real reason that the Soviets, initially ahead of America in the Space Race, lost. Set in 1957, it gives us mysticism, the Tunguska Event, the theory of Kazantsev (a real Soviet sf writer and ufologist) that Tunguska was the result of a crashed spaceship, and the role of the stukach (informer) in Soviet society. Our narrator, Nikita Iosifoch Globov, is such an informer,. He became one when he failed his test to be a metallurgist and ended up being assigned to a unit of real metallurgists involved in the Soviet space program. After informing on one Vlad Zipkin, Nikita draws the ire of Vlad’s boss and would-be lover Colonel Nina Bogulyubova. After Vlad gets out of treatment for his “antisocial tendencies”, the Colonel – who outranks Nikita in the KGB pecking order – orders Nikita to keep on Vlad since the Soviet space program needs his brilliance. Soon, Nikita finds himself and Vlad on an expedition to Tunguska to get that alien spaceship engine. It’s staffed almost entirely with informers because the real scientists don’t want them interfering with their work.

Weirdness will ensue in Siberia, and Lakia, the famous cosmonaut dog, will put in an appearance.

“The Compassionate, the Digital” (1985) is not, however, fun. It is, even though only eight pages long, remarkably tedious and a complete waste of space. I suppose it’s something of a joke story with the joke being that the world’s first true artificial intellience is created in the purported backwater of the Union of Islamic Republics in 2113. The story is the press announcement of the event.

Sterling didn’t invent the term “slipstream”, defined as a “category of non-genre fantasy books”, but midwifed through an interview with Richard Dorsett. “Jim and Irene” (1991) is such a story, and I liked it a lot. Jim is a wandering figure, an ex-Vietnam vet who repaired helicopters, who likes his gadgets and lives by robbing payphones. Irene is a Russian emigre who came to America with her Jewish physicist husband who is now dead. They encounter each other, by chance, in a Los Alamos laundromat. Their clothes are stolen, and the two pursue the robbers with Irene unexpectedly taking some shots at them with a .357 Magnum revolver. Fearing the cops will show up, Jim takes Irene out of town and a strange relationship ensues. Both are loners. Both are distrustful of their native countires, best epitomized in their discussion over SDI. Both sense, in their own way, that the days of centralized control in their countries is slipping away.

Irene rather likes meeting an American “gangster” even though she constantly thinks Jim is out to sleep with her and probably has AIDS, and Jim is glad for the change of pace. There will be high strangeness on their road trip before the ending in which the two have an epiphany about human connections and their place in the world.

Sterling seems to have an interest in literary theory and “The Sword of Damocles” (1990) is an amusing and clever story. Ostensibly, it’s about a writer (suspiciously like Sterling) who wants to tell us the classic story of the Sword of Damocles. Supposedly, he hates post-modernism but goes on to give us a very postmodern story with ironic undercuttings of his stated effort to tell a straight story. There’s even a guest appearance by Tim Powers and his wife Serena. At the end, Sterling ties the whole thing up with an observation about why we all live with a Sword of Damocles over our heads.

I suppose you could call “The Gulf Wars” (1988) either an historical fantasy or a slipstream tale. Sterling plays a clever trick by opening the story with two combat engineers, Halli and Bel-Heshti, in camp in the Middle East where they’re fighting on the Iranian side in the Iran-Iraq War. Then the scene smoothly changes to another pair of men, identically named, who are pioneers in the Assyrian army of Ashurbanipal which is besieging a city of Elamites. They are not the best of soldiers given they are illegally making beer in their tent. However, it’s their big day. Ashur is pleased that they were the ones who beheaded a noted rebel leader. As a reward, they are to be given Names. But, warns the priestly Baru from Ninevah, they are in magical peril before the ceremony is completed. And then the firebrand priest launches a human wave attack on the city at noon. This seems to be Sterling’s rumination on the timelessness of religious strife in this part of the world.

The “Shores of Bohemia” (1990) anticipates some of the themes of Sterling’s later Holy Fire in that it involves a world that is, it turns out, secretly run by a high-tech society, an “oppressive gerontocracy”. The city of Paysage turns out to be something like a small reservation of the 19th century in a world of genetic engineering and massive projects. Its inhabitants are quite long-lived and maintained by nanobots. Their sort of secular cathedral, the Enantiodrome, that the city has been working on is nearing completion. But its head architect, Rodolphe, is plagued by strange building materials showing up and the stranger return of Charles, his one-time friend and the old chief architect. But Charles left for the Conventions, the post-human society that really runs the world. And the Conventions aren’t going to leave Paysage alone in living their human centered lives. Perhaps the city serves some purpose for the high-tech Conventions.

It’s an interesting story but not one of the better ones in the book.

There aren’t actually any Somalia warlords in this book, but, in “The Moral Bullet” (1991 and co-written with John Kessel), America has turned into Somalia. In Raleigh, North Carolina, the warring groups have names like the Chamber of Commerce, the Library Defense League, the Brown Berets, the Raleigh Police Department, the Christian Faith Militia, Bellevue Terrace Watch Community, and the Popular Front for the Liberation of Robeson County.

Things are like this all over the country though there are now 95 million fewer Americans. What brought this state of affairs on? In a tradition going back to at least Edmond Haracourt’s “Doctor Augérand’s Discovery”, cheap immortality brought chaos. Here it ws the invention by Dr. Havercamp of Free Radical Endocrine Enhancer – FREE. No one trusted the government not to be corrupt and favor the wealthy and connected in distributing FREE fairly. When there’s a possibility the elite will steal your future life, you have to make your own connections. Civil trust and institutions collapsed. FREE became a currency.

Now the helicopters of Swiss peacekeepers fly overhead dropping leaflets looking for Dr. Havercamp. We follow an ostensible teenager (but then, with FREE, everyone looks younger than their true age), Sniffy, as he prowls Raleigh. We never are actually told Sniffy is Havercamp, but we get clues. And, when he hears a Swiss peacekeeper say that Havercamp is going to get the “moral bullet” when they find him, Sniffy is not about to turn himself over. While Kessel and Sterling reveal what the moral bullet is, the question of its desirability and morality is somewhat unresolved at the end, an ending which has the sociopathic Sniffy acting quite in character. The story probably would have been better at a longer length, but it’s still memorable.

Sterling puts in a strong and quite memorable entry into the Cthulhu Mythos with “The Unthinkable” (1991). In Geneva, a Soviet and American arms negotiator meet, old acquaintances over several decades of talk. But, as the conversation goes on, we learn this world has moved far beyond mere nuclear weapons. The two countries have weaponized the entities of the Mythos. The American negotiator is calling it quits to spend time with his new wife and child. But can you really escape the taint of such a life? It’s Lovecraftian horror as a metaphor for nuclear weapons.

“We See Things Differently” (1989) might be termed an exercise in what diplomats call “strategic empathy”, understanding why our foes look at the world the way they do. Its narrator is a journalist from the newly formed Arab Caliphate that defeated Iran, The USSR collapsed when Afghan rebels took out Moscow with a smuggled nuke, and America is on the ropes. It has deindustrialized, and, like a colony, mostly exports raw materials now. The exception is still its pop culture with a global market. Americans resent that the world they so generously aided is now exploiting it.

The journalist has come to America to interview Tom Boston, holder of a doctorate in political science and one-time unsuccessful candidate for public office. Now he leads a populist movement through his rock band. Its logo is the 13 Stars, its songs about the Founding Fathers and American Revolution, and its concerts promote voter registration. To the journalist, America is a land of lewd women, no sense of history, and ignorance about the outside world. But, in the fiery Boston, he sees an ascetic visionary that reminds him of Khomeni, a force that could revitalize America. It’s not exactly a surprise that the journalist isn’t what he seems.

We’ve come across the “hero” of “Hollywood Kremlin” (1990) before though later in its career. It’s Leggy Starlitz who we saw hanging around Finland in “The Littlest Jackal”. Starlitz is Sterling’s global gadabout, a scammer and smuggler. This story finds him in Azerbaijan at some unspecified time during the last days of the Soviet Union. Leggy is running a smuggling operation with a Russian military pilot stationed in Afghanistan. But, when they find out the locals have purloined the gas needed for the pilot’s return, a plot ensues that will take us through Communist Party corruption, the black market, and ethnic tensions between Moslems and Christian Armenians. Leggy is given to occasional larcenous obsession with objects, and here it’s the locally modified Levi jacket of the beautiful wife of the local Party head. (She runs the local black market to provide him with plausible deniability.)

While it was originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, it may be neither. On the other hand, maybe it’s an alternate history. While the USSR did leave Afghanistan in 1988, the story gives no date. I certainly don’t know much about Azerbaijan at the time except the mentions of KGB-led anti-corruption and anti-alcohol campaigns in The World Was Going Our Way.

I do know the story was a lot of fun.

Leggy is back in “Are You for 86” (1992). Here he finds himself helping some pagan feminists to smuggle the RU-486 abortion drug throughout America. Maybe, if he’s helpful, the two lesbian phone phreak feminist in tow, will let him see the daughter he begot on one. Sterling once, in some review of his I read, said that liberals and progressives shouldn’t be smug about their supposed technological sophistication compared to their political opponents. This story takes up that idea as Leggy and the women find themselves tangling with a sophisticated group of anti-abortion advocates. Here, Leggy casts his larcenous eye on a famous car in the Utah State Capitol grounds,

And we do get a bit of fantastic content when Leggy claims he can’t be filmed. And events back that up.

I was not looking forward to reading “Dori Bangs” (1992). It involves the famous rock critic Lester Bangs. I regard music criticism as a pointless literary exercise which has to fall back, unless it’s very technical, on colorful and inaccurate metaphors and variations of “sounds like”. I’ve certainly never read any Bangs and and a person I know, who is into rock journalism, regards Bangs as a colorful writer who really didn’t have much of value to say about music.

But I ended up liking this story. It’s a flat out, self-conscious piece that doesn’t even try to suspend our disbelief in the usual way. It is “a paper dream to cover the holes they left”. Those holes are not only the death of Bangs in 1982 but the death of underground cartoonist Doris Sedia in 1986.

This story is their future fantasy life together. Like their fellow Baby Boomers, they dropped out of the counter culture, made some money, and sort of become respectable here. They may not be happy together, but they do help each other

And, lest you thought in “We See Things Differently”, Sterling was exhibiting the Baby Boomer belief that rock music can change the world, a notion that shows up in strongly in Norman Spinrad works and John Shirely’s A Song Called Youth trilogy, that ain’t so here.

Doris has a realization that

"Art can’t Change the World. Art can’t even heal your soul. All it can do is maybe ease the pain a bit or make you feel more awake."

Some would say that’s cynical. I say it’s just Sterling characteristically avoiding platitudes.

And I say Globalhead is still very much worth reading more than 30 years later. ( )

Great collection - a much more diverse and broader array of settings and characters than I had imagined, and all the better for it. ( )

A collection of short stories from this cyberpunk writer. Recurring themes/elements include Russia/Cold War, the Middle East, organized crime and drugs... a lot of it reminded me a bit of J.G. Ballard. It culminates in a truly weird what-if story about rock critic Lester Bangs and an obscure underground comic book artist meeting and getting married. Some weird stuff! ( )

It would not be inaccurate to say the short stories presented here are meticulous, or thorough. It would be somewhat unfair, though, perhaps giving the impression they are uptight and ideologically relentless. Instead, let's say the stories are complete. Yes, Stirling has some serious political point of view, but it never gets in the way of the story. ( )

Excellent collection of cyberpunk stories. ( )