Michael Bishop (1) (1945–2023)

Jorge Luis Borges's "The Gospel according to Mark" is an exceptional parable to the dangers of fanaticism and literalism in religion. The story is an elaborate extended metaphor for the story of Christ. The main character Baltasar, who shares many of Christ's attributes, "with an almost unlimited kindness and a capacity for public speaking." Upon being stuck in his cousin's country home during a storm, he begins reading the bible to the family of ranch hands, who in the end worship him and show more crucify him in the last paragraph of the story. The ending is outlandish to put it mildly, and the story has a an almost tongue-in-cheek sense of humor about it. However ridiculous it may be, the story does carry a strong warning about religion. Religion can be extremely dangerous if taken literally. In this instance, the Gutres family literally thinks that crucifying Baltasar will save their souls. Although this is an extreme illustration, there are many people who share a similar thought process as the Gutres. Members of the Westboro Baptist church for example say that AIDS is God's punishment for homosexuality. Such backwardness is a direct result literal interpretation. The stories in the Bible aren't literally true, and to look at them that way blinds oneself from the deeper meaning. These stories are meant to be a method by which to convey moral lessons and cultural information, and Baltasar's mistake of teaching the gospel to the Gutres literally caught up to him in the end. Overall this is a bizarre but surprisingly profound piece of fiction. show less

Having recently read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, I decided to make this my first Michael Bishop book and... what a cool mashup it turned out to be!

Brittle Innings comes across as though Mary Shelley and Ray Bradbury got together to write Frankenstein meets Huck Finn on a baseball farm team. Macabre, twisted, and brutal at times, in the hands of a lesser author, this could easily have been a complete mess but Bishop works a wonder with this tale. He is one heck of a writer. His ability to show more 'voice' the different characters is uncanny and the dialogue is perfectly pitched for the time-period of the story.

Four solid stars. show less

Joshua Kampa travels back in time, first in his dreams, then in a kind of reality, where his dreaming visions allow him to access a kind of perfect simulacra of the past, all the way back in Pleistocene Africa, where he befriends a small group of Homo habilis, studying them in an unprecedented exercise in field palaeoanthropology, learning their ways, finding a home for himself after a lifetime of not belonging, finding unexpected love, hardship, bliss and heartbreak, and something else he show more never could have imagined.

Beautifully imagined and magically evoked with Joshua's voice of repressed poetry and self-taught knowledge alternating with chapters about how his life lead him to this unlikely place, No Enemy But Time is a novel of dreams and reality, science and myth, family and belonging. show less

The subtitle of ‘The Door Gunner And Other Perilous Flights of Fancy – A Michael Bishop Retrospective’ – sums up the contents, though it could as easily have been called ‘The Best Of-’. The stories are presented in chronological order and the date of publication is given, presumably so that one can trace the development of his writing. To be fair, he was pretty good at the start. But did he get better?

The first story is ‘Piñon Fall’ (1970). Three scrawny brown boys find a show more strange man in the snow when they are out looking for piñon nuts. Meanwhile, their obnoxious neighbour, a frumpy older woman, finds something odd in her back garden. Bishop creates a haunting atmosphere in the snowfall and nicely contrasts the petty prejudices between humans against bigger events.

The next one, ‘Cathadonian Odyssey’ (1974) is set on a planet that has one ocean. The rest of it is covered in pools of varying sizes each with a tree that dangles its branches into the water. A merchant ship discovered the place almost by accident and three explorers were dropped off later to have a closer look. A strange story of human and alien interaction but very original and with a surprising ending. I’m not sure it was a good ending but it was surprising and an ending is nice.

The next tale was about a strapping black girl and a small, quiet Japanese man who don’t really get on forced to share an apartment in an overcrowded future dome city. I gave up reading ‘The Samurai And The Willows’ after a few pages because it seemed to be just a slice of life tale of misery in an unpleasant urban environment and I almost gave up the book. Even reviewers have their moods. I returned to it a few days later and found it rather good by the end. Bishop writes densely, for want of a better word (he could probably think of one) and is not easy reading. He’s clever at inventing slang which is understandable: stoopsitters, thug boys and concourse trolls. I thought he had made up eurhythmics for a dance craze and wondered if the group got it from this story (published 1976) but further investigation revealed it was a musical education strategy and Annie Lennox did it in her youth.

In the next tale, the husband of a high official is involved in a mining accident and gets his entire body replaced with mechanical parts. He finds trouble adapting to this and wants a job as a machine, not considering himself a human being anymore. He is sent for therapy to ‘The House of Compassionate Sharers’ which is an odd place. I liked this one less. In fact, as I was progressing through the book I liked each story less. Michael Bishop’s development as a writer was going down a familiar path.

Some more examples: ‘The Quickening’ is one of those fantasies where something inexplicable happens and we don’t learn why. In this case, everyone wakes up one morning displaced. Our hero finds himself in Seville with people of all races dumped together and traumatised. The English speakers get together after a while and try to leave. An interesting yarn but inconclusive and they tend to get that way as the book progresses.

‘Taccati’s Tomorrow’ is a slice of life piece about a fan at an SF convention. ‘Alien Graffiti’ has the interesting notion that inscrutable writing appears all over the place but provides no explanation for it. Very modern but I like a Science Fiction idea to have a story attached with a decent ending.

Increasingly disgruntled with the stories in the middle of this vast volume, I flipped to the back and was relieved to discover…comedy! ‘The Angst, I Kid You Not, Of God’ has an alien race taking the nasty, violent people from planets everywhere so that the decent folks can build a better world. It’s told from the point of view of a military Earthman who has been taken and put in group therapy sessions with naughty members of other species. It was very entertaining and imaginative.

In ‘Bears Discover Smut’, the ursine folk of America have been genetically engineered enough to do simple work, rather like the apes in Robert Heinlein’s classic ‘Jerry Was A Man’. The narrator of ‘Bears Discover Smut’ is a porn mad preacher and it was good fun. ‘The Door Gunner’, which gives the book its title, is not fun exactly – so few stories about Viet Nam are – but it has elements of dark humour and was interesting.

Michael Bishop seems to be very much of the Robert Silverberg school of writing. It’s very literary, usually downbeat and with high-quality prose. The characters are well-rounded, the backgrounds are skillfully described and the aim is to create an emotional impact. There’s no trace of pulp fiction stylistic quirks, space opera, rip-roaring adventure or any of the more vulgar stuff of Science Fiction. Of course, we are a broad church and there is room for all sorts. If you like easy reading fiction, that’s broadly optimistic with adventurous heroes foiling dastardly villains this won’t be your cup of tea. If you like Robert Silverberg’s short stories from the 1960s on, then this is similar stuff and just as good in that way. Really.

The trouble is I prefer rip-roaring adventure and the more vulgar stuff of Science Fiction. I certainly put plot over fine writing. This is a very good book of its kind but reading it is a slow process, so slow that I haven’t quite finished it yet. Kept interrupting to go and read rip-roaring ‘Star Wars’ adventures for fun. However, I’ve read most of it and can review without guilt. It’s intelligent Science Fiction and fantasy with a rich vocabulary and terrific imagery and prose. It’s not hard Science Fiction of the sort done by Asimov, Clark and Niven. Often there’s a real plot and a conclusion to the stories but some are disappointing in that respect. The funny ones are quite funny and it’s all very clever. Some yarns will disappoint, some will give you real pleasure but isn’t that the case with any big anthology?

Finally, for those who like author’s notes, there are loads at the back explaining the origin of each tale and where it was first published. Stephen King and Isaac Asimov frequently perform this service for the reader. Michael Bishop does it, too, and is just as entertaining as those worthies. Author’s notes add a lot of value to an anthology in my book and in his, too.

Eamonn Murphy
This review first appeared at https://www.sfcrowsnest.info/ show less