Archive for May, 2007

Educate me

I can be pretty cynical about the Internet. Well, not cynical exactly but I have never been suspend my disbelief about the capability of technology to overcome fundamentals of human nature that’s been ground into our genes and our society for a quarter of a million years, or whatever it is.

Then, some days, something happens that make you wonder whether there is really a chance that this Internet thing could be more than porn and people blathering on about how much they hate Jar Jar Binks.

Like today. Apple, god bless ‘em, today released iTunes 7.2, which not only introduces support for non-DRMed mp3s but they also introduce iTunes U – a series of freely available lectures. Right now I’m watching some guy from a US seminary doing an introductory lecture on Greek and have my finger wavering over the Amazon purchase button on the text book for the entire course… By the way, his favourite letter is zeta (or dzzzz) and his second favourite is eta. Good to know.

At the minute there aren’t many courses online, but this is fantastic.

I want a course in quantum physics for the mathematically challenged, and some greek and roman ancient history, a decent course on early 20th century philosophy up to Satre, and… ooh the possibilities

Congratulations to Apple. Now come on universities of the world – educate me!

Fan fiction and the needs it serves

A better blogger than I, Paul Raven at Velcro City Tourist Board, has been involved in a discussion about fan-fiction with A R Yngve who slightly over-reacted to this article by cyber-princeling Cory Doctorow from the May issue of Locus.

My sympathies lie mostly with Doctorow on this. Like him, I got started on writing by appropriating the universe and characters created by another writer (though in my case it was Stan Lee and I was writing and drawing Spider-man and Ant-man and the guys). While I no longer make or read fan-fic I can see positives for both those who do write it (an outlet for creativity, a tool for binding them to a community) and those who originate the material (free publicity, the creation of a dedicated fanbase) and few, if any, drawbacks if the fan-fiction is restricted to a non-commercial basis.

As a writer who has had some short fiction published, I’m all for writers getting paid for their work. But I’m also keenly aware that the copyright laws as they now stand are ludicrous and serve only to make criminals of us all.

But I don’t really want to get into that argument.

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Foucault, Facebook and f… surveillance

So, today we were discussing Facebook, the social networking site that all the cool kids use now that MySpace is (i) so like last week, and (ii) in the grip of the wickedest mogul in capitalism and driving everyone who tries to use it nuts with intrusive attempts at skimming money.

The more we talked about Facebook, the more remarkable I felt it was. It’s not the technology – which is neatly implemented, but already well matured. And it’s not the idea that it somehow represents a paradigm-shifting community – there are no communities online there are just collections of individuals passing through because in communities people have to live with the consequences of their actions, they can’t just walk away, pretend to be a twelve year old form Arkansas or shut it all down. An online community is as oxymoronic as a herd of cats.

No what struck me about Facebook was the way it turns the whole surveillance society argument on its head and illustrates a very interesting point about the writings of dead, French, bald philosopher Foucault.

But I’ll get to him in a minute.

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Insanely busy

I have been, as the title says insanely busy. But here’s a long post that’s been gestating for a few days. Prolix? Me? Yup!

I’ve been lurking aroudn the argument started at Vecro City Tourist Board about fan fiction and I’ve got something I want to add to that, but I haven’t had time to write it yet. But it relates to my current train reading – Justina Robson’s Keep It Real.

My current bedtime reading is Kim Stanley Robinson’s Sixty Days and Counting. The Washington trilogy have been my favourite KSR reads ever – and that puts them somewhere in my favourite sf reads ever. A review will follow.

Focus issue 51

So I now have the first two pieces for the next issue of Focus, and I’m already getting kind of excited – even though it’s still two months to the deadline (July 27 if any of you fine folk and Google robots are thinking of contributing) and probably at least another month or six weeks until people actually see it.

The first article is by Tony Williams. One of the things – for me – that I like most about writing is learning new stuff – the piles of research you get to do just so you can drop a tiny fact into the story that gives everything that spark of verisimilitude (which probably explains why I start many more stories than I finish). Anyway, Tony – as well has having self-published two sf novels The Foresight War and Scales – happens also to be an expert on firearms and really big guns – check out his website: http://www.quarry.nildram.co.uk/.

I’d already had the idea of doing a “foresight” column – asking knowledgeable folk in various fields to take a look into the future of their area and offer some informed opinions – so when Tony wrote to me volunteering to write something completely different I nabbed him, and persuaded him to be my guinea pig for the first column. Cheers Tony.

The second piece is an altogether different kettle of ball games.

If anyone read the editorial to the last issue of Focus, they’ll know that I went on an Arvon course about two and a half years ago lead by Christopher Priest and Alistair Reynolds. Of the people on the course, I don’t think any of us would have argued with the fact that the most talented “pupil” there was Nina Allan – she’s a really fine stylist, awesomely committed to her art and with an aesthetic edge that could cut glass. She’s had a number of short stories published and was on the shortlist for the 2006 BSFA Award for “Birdsong at Eventide” (Interzone 199).

Anyway, we’re still in touch so when I had the idea of doing ar series of articles that asked writers to take seriously that dreadful question “where do you get your ideas from?” – Nina was one of the first people I wanted to ask the question. Her article arrived today and it turns out she’s just as insightful a critic as she is a writer – which is kind of sick making – but it does mean that I’ve got a really, really fine article for the next issue. and that makes the editor in me very happy.

I don’t think you could find more different pieces, but I’m pleased.

I’ve also been promised more from Christopher Priest (hurrah!) and an article by John Jarrold on the relationship between agents, writers and publishers.

“carnographic war-porn”

I’ve just read Charles Stross’s interview over at Scalpel, which is as effortlessly entertaining as his fiction writing.

But, the reason for this post is that I’ve just finished reviewng David Gunn’s first novel, Death’s Head (to appear at some future date in Vector). Six hundred words, I had, to explain why I didn’t like it.

Charles Stross managed to sum it all up in two: “carnographic war-porn”.

Perfect.

And the clever bugger didn’t even have to read the damn book.

Various shades of nostalgia

Today I picked up a compilation called 80s Alternative, which I bought mostly because it was cheap and partly because it had a live version of The Ramones Do You Remember Rock and Roll Radio? (which wasn’t the version I’d hoped) but it also had a load of songs I hadn’t heard for ages and had forgotten I liked – Spear of Destiny’s Never Take Me Alive, Stiff Little Fingers’ At The Age, The Cramp’s Garbageman and the blessed That Petrol Emotion’s Candy Loves Satellite.

There was also Bow Wow Wow’s C30, C60, C90 Go! – which would be the theme tune of the Bit-Torrent generation – if only technology hadn’t moved so far that most of the Bit-Torrent generation can’t remember (or never knew) what a C30, C60 or C90 was…

Policeman stopped me in my tracks
said “Hey you, you can’t tape that
you’re under arrest ’cause it’s illegal”
So I shoved him off and blew his whistle
I’m a pirate and I keep my loot
So I blew him out with my bazooka
C30 C60 C90 Go
off the radio I get a constant flow
hit it, pause it, record it and play
turn it, rewind, and rub it away

In a continued fit of punk nostalgia, I’m now listening to the Anarchy in the UK: 30 Years of Punk compilation that came with this week’s Sunday Times (part two next week! Just to be clear, I don’t buy the Sunday Times, Times, Sun or News of the World – old prejudices die hard and JUSTICE FOR THE 96! Ahem. We get all the papers at work and I scrounge the free stuff that isn’t totally naff).

Two things about this.

One The Sunday Times celebrating 30 years of punk? So much for permanent revolutions!

Two, when did New Rose become the best punk song ever? I didn’t even like The Damned at the time.

Alright, three things, Wreckless Erik Whole Wide World – fucking class. Accept no substitutes.

Star Wars came up in conversation today at work. I pointed out that the brown hoodie worn by the bloke I sit across made him look like a Jawa. Blank look. He’d never seen the original film, he remarked casually, though he’s seen the prequels. When I asked what kind of cruel parents he had that didn’t take him to see Star Wars he pointed out– quite gently really, but it still stung – that he hadn’t been born until 1980 and so it was hardly his parents fault…

Some days I feel so old…

On an entirely different note, today I read John Clute’s review of Michael Chabon’s ridiculously anticipated (by me, anyway) The Yiddish Policemen’s Union. Rarely have I read a review I’ve understood less that made me want to read a book more: “jonbar” “storyable” “skaz-like” “circumambient”… eh? … the only other time I’ve seen the word “memorious” on a page is in the title of a short story by Borges (and I’m still not entirely sure what it means – the story or the word – I’ve checked every dictionary in this house, and it isn’t in any of them).

Clute makes me feel stupid, but still grateful. I don’t know how I feel about that.

“Eruv becomes zugswang” indeed.

Good news… good news…

So the good news this morning was the announcement that Scalpel Magazine was online – a fine journal of very respectable sf criticism marred only very slightly by their decision to publish my review of Adam Roberts’ novel Gradisil on their opening day. Foolish boys.

Nobody told me Mr Roberts was also writing a piece for the magazine – probably just as well. At least he can have the satisfaction that, while I was a bit disappointed by his novel, there are more typos (all my fault) in my review than in his entire book…

Then the second piece of good news arrived this evening in an email from the sagacious Lee Harris at Hub Magazine, who has exercised his awesome editorial skills and accepted my story “Home Protection” for publication – probably in August or September. Sign up and get a free McGrath story in your in-tray. How could you possibly resist?

In between I found a shop just outside the door to our offices in London that had Death Ray in stock – none of my usual WH Smith’s haunts on the way to work have had copies – so I can read that now. I also picked up Starburst, which I haven’t read in ages – actually, I’d assumed it had gone the way of the dodo years ago – as it’s celebrating 25 years of publication with the new issue (no. 350!).So that’s all cheered me up.

Bit Torrents at the ready…

It’s that time of the year when the American networks start letting us know what we’ll be scouring bit-torrent sites to download for the rest of the year.

NBC – home of the inestimable Heroes has confirmed a second season of the hit show – no surprise – but also that intermingled with the regular show will be episodes of a spin-off called Heroes: Origins – a series of one-off adventures set in the Heroes universe featuring previously unseen characters. One of those characters will be selected by the audience to return in the third season. Cool.

NBC’s SF will also include two new hour-longs well 44 minutes what with those damn adverts) Journeyman (about a newspaper reporter “who inexplicably begins to travel through time and change people’s lives”. Okay, it sounds like Quantum Leap, but it does feature Kevin McKidd who was the dog’s bollocks in Rome. Another Brit will front NBC’s other new SF show. Bionic Woman will (somewhat inexplicably) star Michelle Ryan who (apparently) used to be in EastEnders. The only thing I can see that this has going for it is that David Eick – the producer of the new BSG is also on board Bionic Woman.

Fox, meanwhile, will also give a start to two new sf hour-long shows this year. The Sarah Connor Chronicles tells the story of the Terminator movie’s mother of the revolution between episodes two and three of the movie series. David Nutter (Smallville, Supernatural) directed the pilot by writer Josh Friedman (The Black Dahlia, War of the Worlds). The best news about this is that Summer Glau of Firefly/Serenity plays a terminator called Cameron (geddit!).

Fox’s other new genre show is New Amsterdam, about a 400 year old cop in New York. Why? What? Huh?

Fox might yet pick up Them – based on the graphic novel Six – for mid-season – it’s a show about an “extraterrestrial sleeper cell that goes native” – actually in the Michael Avon Oeming graphic novel they’re from another dimension, and the book is weirder than I can imagine a Fox show doing justice to.

ABC, meanwhile is offering Pushing Daisies – from Bryan Fuller. I have to confess I loved Fuller’s work on both the first season of Dead Like Me and the half season of Wonderfalls that eventually appeared on DVD, so I have high hopes for this, but the premise (a comedy about an investigator who can reanimate the dead, but only for a few seconds) sounds absurd – as well as oddly familiar. Didn’t Torchwood have something like this? Who’d steal and idea from Torchwood?

Sci-Fi Channel in the US are going to bring back Eureka for a second season – a show which I came to like in a “not committed to sitting and down and seeing every episode but not turning over if one happened to be on” kind of way. They’ve also committed to 22 hour-long episodes of Flash Gordon – staring Eric Johnson (?) and produced by Robert Halmi Snr & Jnr (who were behind the atrocious Tales of Earthsea adaptation Sci-Fi broadcast a couple of years ago). Don’t look for anything like a BSG revamp, this looks set to be aiming for silly rather than smart.

More interesting (and by that I mean potentially disastrous) from Sci-Fi is a six-hour mini-series called Tin Man (working title) which is a “wildly re-imagined fantasy take on Frank Baum’s classic book, The Wizard of Oz” due to hit screens in the US in December. With Zooey Deschanel, Alan Cumming and Richard Dreyfuss all cast, it sounds interesting but once again the presence of the Halmis as producers dampens expectations and details of the production – the Scarecrow will be called Glitch and will have half his brain missing, Lion will be called Raw “a powerful wolverine like creature” and the Tin Man will be called Cain and be a heroic former policeman and they’ll all follow DG (!!) on her journey through the Outer Zone (OZ – see what they did there?) to meet the Mystic Man. Jesus. H. Christ. On. A. Bike.

In a Chinese Room, but not far from the loo…

I have been a little unwell. Nothing serious, a stomach bug that my four-year-old daughter shrugged off without so much as a backward glance to check whether there was any puke in her curly locks (there was, we found it later) but which put dad in bed for two days. Rubbish? Me?

Of course being too sick to move far enough from the toilet for long enough to go to work but not so sick that you can’t sit up in bed with an endless supply of weak lemon drink does have advantages – like the chance to read, uninterrupted.

Which is how I came to be the last “fan” in Christendom to read Peter Watt’s novel Blindsight. Now I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting from the book, but whatever it was, Blindsight wasn’t it.That’s not to say there weren’t bits of the book I really liked – but there were also big bits of it that didn’t work at all for me. Like vampires. And perfunctory plotting. And evaporating alien threats.

But I don’t want to concentrate on the things I didn’t like – I want to talk about the stuff that interested me and that clearly interested Peter Watts more than the rest of the book. Particularly his discussion of consciousness, what it means and what it might be for.

I’ve been doing some of my own reading on consciousness and intelligence because I’m thinking about writing a story (that might be my first serious punt at a novel for over fifteen years) that deals with AI and identity and what a thinking machine might really be like.

Blindsight gives a run out to one of the most venerable (if that’s the right world in a field as young as artificial intelligence research) paradoxes in the theory of machine thinking – the Chinese Room.

The Chinese Room problem places a man in an almost completely sealed room. The man has a stack of tiles and a rulebook. The only opening into the room sees tiles with markings come into the room. The man opens his rulebook and, depending on what the book says about each set of markings, he selects tiles from his own stock and passes them through another slot to the outside world.

The man doesn’t know that the markings on the tiles that he is receiving are one side of a conversation conducted in Chinese or that the markings on the tiles he is sending out are responses, also in Chinese.

Effectively the man in the room has been having a conversation in Chinese even though he speaks no Chinese. Indeed for the person passing the tiles into the room, not only is the “system” conducting a conversation but it is doing it so well that it meets the criteria for intelligence as set down by the Turing Test.

And this is where the controversy starts. The Chinese Room problem was first set down in 1980 by John Searle who sought to use it to demonstrate the weakness of the position of advocates of so called “Strong AI” who argue that if a system works in a way that is functionally equivalent to an “understanding” being then it must be considered to “understand”. But, no matter where you look in the Chinese Room system, Searle argued, there is no evidence of understanding.

Proponents of Strong AI argue that, far from disproving their case, Searle’s Chinese Room demonstrates that (as with the human brain) understanding, consciousness even, can emerge from in a system where the constituent parts are dumb. Neurons don’t “understand” the world but the mind does.

This, broadly speaking, is the line that Watts has his characters accept in Blindsight.

Watts’s narrator, Siri Keeton, was the subject of radical brain surgery as a child, which has left him somewhere just this side of autistic with his ability to relate to those around him severely impaired. With a half a hemisphere full of technology, Kiri’s “disability” has helped create the perfect impartial observer – he watches the world, he applies rules, he responds. Siri is, as one of the characters notes, a walking Chinese Room.

But for me, Searle was right. The Chinese Room is not conscious. Nor does it display understanding. The Chinese Room displays only syntax – the operation of rules – not semantics or meaning.

A conscious mind does more than apply rules to inputs received from the outside and respond with appropriate outputs. For understanding to have any real meaning, it must demonstrate an appreciation of context, the capability to recognise patterns and make predictions from limited knowledge and some degree of empathy (to understand the likely positions of other actors – human or otherwise – in the system). The “mind” (whatever that is) is not just sorting rules – understanding implies anticipation, adaptation and reshaping the environment – not just reacting to it. All of these elements are missing in the Chinese Room, no matter how far up the system we look.

This is not the fuzzy, warm argument about man being divided from the machine by his ability to write a sonnet or appreciate Wagner – I’d be excluded from higher-thinking for a start – but it is to say that I don’t think understanding or consciousness can be divided from the physical sack of mostly water our brains find themselves sloshing around in. The emphasis on the brain as the source of “intelligence” ignores the fact that a great deal of the bodies processing power is distributed around the nervous system and that the feedback from that system, the demands it makes the perceptions it provides and the context it sets must play as important a part in human “consciousness” and “understanding” as the sparking neurons in our frontal lobe.

The stimulation of the senses, the context provided by the body, the environment in which the body exists, these are as much part of the human consciousness machine as the brain. And the differences in the physicality of an octopus, a parrot and a human go some way to explaining why these three problem-solving creatures exhibit their intelligence and their “understanding” in very different ways. Think how much more complex understanding between an alien or an AI will be.

Actually the acceptance of some Strong AI advocates of a Chinese Room as a real thinking device is a symptom of the malaise that gripped AI research for decades. Another is the concentration on gimmicky talking programmes designed to meet the very narrow (human-centric) view of language as evidence of intelligence. A considerable proportion of AI researchers have spent decades bogged down with coming up with ways to trick an observer that the box they’re talking is just as stilted and unenlightening in conversation as the average geeky AI researcher. The Turing test has warped AI research and taken it down some unhelpful dead-ends.

Intelligence, understanding, consciousness are words we’re barely able to define as they might relate to non-human creatures and by far the most exciting idea in Blindsight is the idea that “consciousness” is an evolutionary dead end. Watts presents us with the superhuman vampire – a highly intelligent predator without any of our “drawbacks” – and with military officer Susan Bates’s robot arsenal – crippled by being slaved to her conscious decision-making – and, of course, the starfish like aliens, who, freed from consciousness, aren’t just cleverer than humans but display intelligence of a different order of magnitude and are terrifyingly capable of the most minute manipulation of our brains.Watts’s cold, clinically realised conclusion in Blindsight is that consciousness will condemn us to the fate of the dodo.

It’s not a conclusion I agree with, nor from Blindsight’s appendices (I love hard sf, where else does a novel come with appendices…) I suspect does Watts, but it is fantastically well argued and cleverly woven into the fabric of the novel – though there’s a fair degree of infodumping as well. Still, Blindsight is one of those novels that restore my sometimes battered faith in hard sf. It takes really BIG ideas and wrestles with them and tries with honest endeavour to make them fit into a rational world, whether they want to fit or not.

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