Sometime last decade I embarked on a project to read all Hugo Award-winning novels. I thought I would get done around 2011. I was only off by eight years.

Not that it’s an especially long list—about 70, depending on how you count them—but I certainly wasn’t reading only off the list until completion. I sprinkled them into the regular flow. Only sometimes the flow wouldn’t drift back to the list for months at a time. I’d vaguely acknowledge that I’d read most of them and as I’m only in my early 40s I still (probably) have plenty of time to finish before I die. So progress was slow and intermittent until finally in the last few months I made the final push to pick off the last few.

What’s on the list?

In the end I thought it was useful to assign the ones I’ve read to tiers:

  1. Classics – everyone (not just SF people) should read.
  2. Important/Zeitgeisty books – ones SF readers should know; these would fit into an SF class curriculum.
  3. Great SF books – solid recommendations.
  4. Fine for SF fans but not vital.
  5. Skip it – doesn’t mean it’s bad (but they might be), just not that important to the genre. Take ’em or leave ’em.

So: Are you finally done?

Not quite. But close enough to draw some final conclusions. At the moment I’m in the middle of Fritz Leiber’s The Wanderer, and after that, I’ll have just two to go: John Brunner’s Stand on Zanzibar and Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Justice. I’ll take care of both over the next few months.

I’ve only read a fraction of all the total nominees. If I really wanted this project to count, I’m not even close to done.

But you’ve officially read every other Hugo winner?

Well, uh, no.

TLDR answer: I gave them all a fair shot but this was supposed to be an enjoyable project, and it turned out that sometimes it wasn’t, so I made peace with not being a completist.

Specifically, I didn’t finish (or sometimes even start) these:

  • Downbelow Station, CJ Cherryh, 1982
  • Startide Rising, David Brin, 1984
  • The Uplift War, David Brin, 1988
  • Cyteen, CJ Cherryh, 1989
  • Mirror Dance, Lois McMaster Bujold, 1995
  • Blue Mars, Kim Stanley Robinson, 1997
  • Paladin of Souls, Lois McMaster Bujold, 2004

Somewhere along the way I accepted that I wasn’t going to truly read every single Hugo winner. Some just aren’t that good. Or maybe they are objectively good, but they just aren’t my thing. Lois McMaster Bujold’s books played some part in that. She’s won four Hugos, and I read two, plus another in the same series, and found them consistently mediocre. I still faced two more, one a part of a totally different series, meaning I probably had to commit to other series books too, and….I just didn’t wanna.

Brin’s and Robinson’s books both have the problems that they are parts of series, and the series aren’t that great. I started and bailed on Startide Rising, which was disappointing; I actually quite liked the first book in the Uplift series (Sundiver, not a Hugo winner). But Startide Rising was terrible and it was a pure slog to make it even as far as I did. I had no interest in finishing it, so I definitely didn’t want to read another book in the series on top of that. Blue Mars is the most likely one from this list that I’ll eventually read, but similarly, I’d have to overcome predecessors I didn’t like first. Red Mars was the first in the series, and pretty good, but I got completely bogged down in the sequel, Green Mars. I’d have to re-read them both to get back to Blue. Maybe in the unlikely event I can retire at 50 and suddenly find myself with an abundance of free time.

The Cherryh books are hugely long complex books about fictional politics, which for me means they are hugely long complex books I won’t read. I obeyed the “read 100 minus my age” pages rule and dutifully returned them to the library unfinished.

(Also worth mentioning that there are three Retro Hugo winners I haven’t read but I don’t feel like they are required.)

Ann Leckie’s book came out since you started the project so it’s understandable that it’s still on the shelf. Which means Stand on Zanzibar will be your last classic winner standing. Why that one?

Mostly it gets the honor because I think it occupied a medium-hanging-fruit niche that made it seem neither especially vital nor bad. Also it’s long, and I don’t know anything about John Brunner. Ironically I happened across a used copy of it years ago so it’s been sitting on a shelf behind me, unread, for probably at least a decade. It sounds good, and has a good reputation, so I haven’t been specifically avoiding it. But it kept getting skipped because I didn’t know that I wanted to wade into its 650 pages just yet. I’d either go for lower-hanging fruit of shorter books by known authors, or try to knock off one of the oddball ’70s winners with mixed reviews, or embarrassing ’50s schlock first. At some point Brunner’s was the last one with a strong reputation left in the pile, so I saved it for the end.

Was this a worthwhile project? Do you think SF fans should read all the Hugo winners?

Nah. Some of them really just aren’t that great. I gave them an average rating of 3.7 out of 5 on Goodreads, compared to my overall average of 3.9. Maybe that should be expected. I generally pick books I’ll probably like and the hit rate is bound to be better than any curated list, where I will sometimes have a different opinion. Especially since some of the entries on that list are known to have been poor choices. So here’s the part where I wonder if this was even worth it. By comparison I’ve read 15 of the Modern Library Top 100 with an average rating of 4.3. Not much data but probably enough to conclude I should have spent the last ten years reading those instead. If I had unlimited time I could read through a bunch of lists and gather similar data. That would be really interesting if I was going to be alive for 1000 years. I’ll probably have to settle for incomplete data.

Anyway no list is definitive and I already did the Hugos so I may as well wrap this up. I picked the Hugos fairly arbitrarily over the Nebulas, and I can think of at least three other SF awards. Based on the results here though I’m probably not going to bother with the other lists. Like any yearly award, the Hugos probably capture some zeitgeist, but (especially in retrospect) many years they didn’t pick the best book, and some years there were several good books and only one could win. Years are arbitrary end points.

Final conclusions, especially for readers who’ve skipped to the end of this rambling write-up?

  1. Working through lists of books (or movies, albums, restaurants) is fun, but don’t be a slave to them. I’m glad I read most of these but some of the best decisions I made were the omissions.
  2. Yearly lists that try to capture the most important thing that happened without the benefit of historical hindsight probably miss at least as often as they hit.
  3. It was worth it, but in the end, not as informative as maybe I’d hoped. I read authors I might have otherwise missed, but I’m still lacking in some important SF work. And I definitely should have skipped some of the predictably mediocre Hugo winners in favor of, say, Pulitzer winners.

Benjamin_Sisko_toasts_the_good_guysS6E16, “Change of Heart” (Ronald D. Moore)

A few lessons can be drawn from “Change of Heart.” One, when you and your spouse go on dangerous away missions together, it’s more than an HR nightmare, it can severely compromise your chances of successfully completing the mission. Two, for all his grousing, Worf sure loves Dax. He loves her more than completing missions! More than doing his duty or preserving his honor. More than PRUNE JUICE EXTRA LARGE? Probably, thought he is not forced to choose between them…this time.

Their relationship has been complicated from the start but I think it’s safe to say “Change of Heart” assures us that it’s going to take. This is probably the quintessential Worf & Dax episode really, probably even moreso than their wedding episode, which had them scrapping until they decided not to. This one is more touching and heartfelt, and the consequences more serious.

It also gives us a chance to have them working together and not just endlessly talking about their relationship. Both are badass soldiers and can be sent into hostile territory to liberate spies. But Dax is the funny one. I mention that Worf is funny quite a bit, but he hasn’t shown much of it since he got married. Somehow the usual subtle menacing irony that generates his sensible chuckles doesn’t really pair well with Dax’s jokes. I mean, her jokes are jokes, they are meant to be funny in an absolute sense, whereas Worf’s is more relative, playing off his typical icy demeanor. When Dax gets injured in the foreboding wilderness she’s still cracking jokes. Haha, you sure are dying in this hellish nightmare jungle. But they have to find their spy Lasaran, who has vital information about all the secret Founders in the Alpha Quadrant, and spring him or he’s going to get re-captured and very bad things will happen to him. But Dax’s condition deteriorates and Worf can’t risk her dying, so he has to abandon the mission and get her back to safety, even if it means they won’t get the vital information and poor Lasaran will never be heard from again.

Most of the Ronald D. Moore episodes have been brilliantly written and we can add this to the pile. It’s about fear in so many ways. Fear of Dax dying, fear of Lasaran getting captured, fear of not completing an incredibly vital mission that’s going to set back a brutal war even further. But how can Worf not save her? Of course he has to. It also changes up the usual cliché of everything working out in the end. If this was a movie, that’s what we’d expect. Dax lives but everything is most certainly not resolved with a neat little bow.

Meanwhile in the most frivolous B-story yet, Julian decides to use his super brain to beat Quark at tongo. But it turns out he maybe should try chess or something because you also need to be cunning, and he loses. Eh, he probably got what was coming to him. I know it’s the B-story and it doesn’t matter but wow, this one really has nothing going for it. It peters out halfway through the episode and unlike the main story, ends exactly how you’d think it would. The Calvinball-esque intricacies of Tongo certainly aren’t interesting enough to carry it. Memory Alpha tells me Ronald Moore wanted to avoid the mistake he made back in “Life Support” with a really silly B-story about Nog being a bad date getting paired with…Bareil’s death. So he just ended it early and left it behind for the climax. No one dies this time (well, uh, sorry Lasaran) but I’m not really seeing this as a better solution. Maybe just don’t even bother with such meager padding? Maybe we could learn a bit more about Lasaran or something to make Worf’s choice feel even tougher?

Overall: The pointless B-story costs an otherwise excellent episode a bit, but this is a very good one. 4 out of 5.

S6E17, “Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night” (Ira Steven Behr & Hans Beimler)

An all-around uncomfortable episode full of implied rape and brutal wartime choices. Ick. Will definitely need a Nog & Jake palette cleanser soon.

On what would have been Kira’s mother’s 60th birthday, somehow Dukat pipes in a spam call to Kira’s quarters to claim that he knew her. In fact, he chooses now to boast that she’d left Kira’s father for him and had a long relationship with her. Naturally this is unsettling and seems unbelievable from the currently-insane Dukat. But he knows enough details about her mother that she can’t ignore it. So she uses a Bajoran time orb to go back and find out the truth.

A couple of stupid quick points before I discuss further:

  • Do they not have telemarketers or other spam phone calls in the future? When Dukat’s transmission comes in, there’s no identifying information. Kira answers it anyway. I’m vaguely remembering the plot of Demolition Man where they live in a society without murder, then a 20th century killer comes out of stasis and goes on a rampage. The police never deal with murders anymore, so they’re too tame and unprepared to do anything about it. They thaw out Sylvester Stallone, a hardened 20th century cop, to deal with it. Maybe there should be a Trek where 24th century hucksters re-discover telemarketing and they need to go back in time to get any random person to help them learn to ignore the spammy detritus of daily life. Star Trek IV but super tedious.
  • Sisko puts up some weak resistance to Kira using the usually-forbidden powers of time travel to solve a personal mystery. The ethics of this probably ought to have been a much bigger deal, if not a whole episode. But, well, OK. Except it is never clear in what capacity Kira goes back. Is she inhabiting someone else, Quantum Leap style? Or is she, Kira, really there? If so, why wouldn’t Dukat have been really confused when he got to know real Kira later in life? Is she changing things, or is this how it actually happened? K theorized Dukat may bring it up in the future, as he’s already worked out what really went down. Maybe? I gather the real answer is that we aren’t supposed to think about any of this too much.

Anyway, Dukat’s story turns out to be true in fact, if not in spirit. Meru does leave her family for him, but she’s coerced. Memory Alpha says this makes for an ambiguous story where there is no clear right answer on how to interpret Meru’s actions, or how Kira should think of her. I don’t agree. It’s not unclear: Dukat is an especially cruel bastard and I regret ever thinking he might have had a good side that just needed the right non-wartime circumstances to emerge. Meru was trapped and I don’t think it matters what choice she makes. It’s awful choice A or awful choice B, and it’s not her fault she even has to pick. She doesn’t deserve any judgement. It’s all on Dukat and it doesn’t matter that he’s “nice” to her.

So I guess yeah, this is an effective story, if needlessly cruel. It makes Dukat even sleazier. Maybe we need to wring out any last bits of sympathy for him lest we slacken our hatred of him for losing his daughter and his mind. I’m fully ready for them to capture him and toss him into the wormhole without a spacesuit.

Overall: 3 out of 5 and I need a shower.

S6E18, “Inquisition” (Bradley Thompson & David Weddle)

Well it wasn’t a Nog & Jake scheme but it was a pretty great episode. SF mind-twisters are more the domain of TNG but “Inquisition” is an instant classic in the mini-genre, I loved it. (I guess it’s weird to call something an “instant classic” in this context—it is, to me, but this aired 21 years ago.)

A Federation inquisition shows up and claims to be deep into a security investigation into senior staff on DS9. It disrupts Julian’s vacation work conference and, worse, keeps him from getting his breakfast. But it turns out to be much worse, the investigation is all about Julian, taking a very conspiratorial view of some of the previous Bashir episodes. The mysterious Federation investigator, Sloan, has essentially already convinced himself all of Julian’s actions could easily be seen as exactly what a secret agent would do. The precise details aren’t wrong, but intent is impossible to prove, and Bashir can’t seem to unsnarl himself. It seemed especially dire at times, knowing that it hinged on Julian’s genetic modifications, and the fact that he got off rather lightly when he was initially found out. I always bring up the TV problem where they can’t usually just erase key characters, hence we know Julian’s going to worm out of this. So they have to find tricks to make us buy into danger, and I totally bought it this time. Why couldn’t Julian’s situation come back around to bite him? Why couldn’t he spend the rest of season 6 in jail? Even if he makes it out in the end again, it does bring up the fairly painful realization that he did lie to Sisko about himself for years.

This one was highly enjoyable to work through. Cleverly written, with at least three twists. Bashir and Sloan’s final conversation is fantastic. Very thematically on-brand for the show as a whole—Julian asks how Section 31 can justify illegal actions for great good, which is thrown right back in his face. Julian is, himself, illegal. Would the patients he’s saved over the years care? (Would O’Brien want his shoulder re-separated?) If there’s one overarching theme for DS9 it’s that the ends justify the means. Brilliantly directed (Michael Dorn!). Everything just feels a little off and we don’t know if it’s a dream or what. (DS9 has also gradually introduced the idea that anyone can be a Changeling, but wisely they don’t dip into that well too often.) Also Sloan’s character needed a really excellent performance and they probably blew their production budget to get William Sadler. Worth every penny. But I think the best idea here is this re-framing of previous episodes from a totally paranoid point of view. It’s fun & easy to develop fan theories as you watch a show like this, and if they happen to circumstantially fit the facts, it’s pretty fun, even if they never turn out to be true. It’s certainly possible Julian was somehow converted into an agent so deep he didn’t himself know he was an agent.

We also now have a possible series exit lined up for Julian. Knowing we are just over one season from the end of the show, they might be starting to set things like this up.

Overall: 5 out of 5.

S6E19, “In the Pale Moonlight” (Peter Allan Fields/Michael Taylor)

It’s become clear the war against the Dominion will be tough to win for the Federation alliance. If only they had more help, like say, if there was one more uninvolved race that could jump into the fracas and help out. Maybe if they were cold and calculating and kinda evil it would help. Well, whaddya know, there is: the Romulans, and so far they have been sitting on the sidelines, ostensibly waiting to see who it was worth aligning with, i.e., who was going to win. How to convince the Romulans to join them and tilt the balance? Only why should they get a bunch of themselves killed when, instead, they could not do that. The kind of convincing necessary is beyond the ambassadorial and negotiation skillz of Sisko, they need to play dirty.

I liked when they hit that point of the episode because we didn’t know which of (at least) three characters Sisko could call on for such services. Nog? Odo? Quark? It’s more or less why they keep Quark and his vaguely illegal enterprise around, but when it comes down to it he’s more of a prankster or a thief. He can hack computers and break into stuff and knows plenty of shady guys, but this is a job for someone with experience in espionage and doesn’t mind if a few bodies get left behind. It’s a job for Garak.

Even Garak can’t do it alone, though, and this episode is mostly Sisko being dragged down into the real shady underbelly of politics. It’s also some variation of “Statistical Probabilities” where the calculations say you win with some collateral damage, or lose outright. Well, there’s no choice there, really. Someone smarter than me could parse the philosophical ramifications of letting a career criminal and a snotty Romulan bureaucrat die if it means winning a war for your quadrant, but my feelings are generally, yep, let’s do it. Especially if you can mostly blame Garak.

Another excellent one, highlighted by terrific Avery Brooks and Andrew Robinson performances. Well-framed within Sisko confessing his descent into an ultimately deleted log record, and intricately plotted throughout. Memory Alpha tells me that it might be the most antithetical to Gene Roddenberry’s vision. I suppose there’s an argument for that, but Kirk’s been violating the Prime Directive for 50 years, so, I don’t know. I think DS9 is a much more mature show that anything G.R. was involved with, and this is one of the best episodes of the series because of it.

Overall: Pouring one out for Vreenak, and Sisko’s soul. But if you want to make an omelette, etc. 5 out of 5.

Thunderstruck!

You’ve been…thunderstruck.

I’m not an AC/DC fan, but I can appreciate that they have a vision and they stick with it. I’m not really even a hard rock genre fan. Although I like the ’80s aesthetic when these kinds of bands were playing sort of cartoon-evil characters, with fully developed iconography, logos, and fonts. This is Spinal Tap territory, in that I appreciate it both as art and parody simultaneously. But I have a special place in my heart for one of AC/DC’s songs, which I think most people know, but have overlooked for the pantheon of greatness.

That song is “Thunderstruck.”

Thunderstruck is not exactly underappreciated. It was a huge, international hit, off an album that sold 5 million copies. It’s the third most-played AC/DC song on Spotify with over 130 million plays. But I think it’s not entirely appreciated, either. Rolling Stone panned the album* as bland, obnoxious AC/DC filler, and didn’t even mention this song among the highlights. “Back In Black” garners their greatest glory.

*They did mention, in saying that it was devoid of any new rock ideas, that it was still noteworthy that the band was churning this stuff out when Angus Young was “over thirty now and [Brian] Johnson is past forty”. Just noting this nugget for some future discussion about musicians older than me, an increasingly rare phenomenon.

What a Rock Song Should Do

It should build up excitement, then unleash it in a catchy chorus.
The basic idea of a rock song is that it combines melody and rhythm, developing into a catchy and memorable crescendo. The message is simple and direct. You are given the signal that night is to enter, light is to exit. Or you might as well jump. Or you are informed you will be rocked like a hurricane. Or, perhaps, that one may engage in an experience that will leave you utterly dazed, or if you will, “thunderstruck.”

It should induce head-banging, or head-bobbing for the over-30 set or neck safety conscious.
Check.

The performers should show some disregard for social norms.
There are no classic rock songs about getting one’s taxes done on time. Nothing about tucking your shirt in. No one is disposing of litter properly. Here, the lyrics, such as they are, and from what can be gleaned from Brian Johnson’s unnatural screeching, describe an epic Texas roadtrip where they hit it off with some ladies. I’m sure I could google the lyrics but people who google AC/DC lyrics are certainly missing the point. What is clear is that extremely good times were had, such that some or all of the parties involved were left in a state of being thunderstruck. At one point we are told explicitly that they “broke all the rules” and “played all the fools.” That’s right, fools. You messed with the wrong gang of Australian misfits.

Song Structure

Thunderstruck is 4 minutes and 52 seconds long. Here is its detailed structure:

0:00 – 1:05 – Intense buildup of Angus doing the electric string-tapping trick. Maybe it’s too simplistic to say that it feels electric when the tapping is done on an electric guitar, but the way notes are popping in and out of existence as the strings make contact with the frets hammers home the metaphor. Some growling “Oh-ow-ah-A-AH-wow-ow”s complement it, eventually joined by some bass drum and “Thun-dah!”s. This goes on for over a minute! Brian doesn’t even show up for over 50 seconds. More than 20% of this song is pure prologue. Imagine a 2-hour movie where they broke for the opening credits almost half an hour in. I love it. Total disregard for social norms! See 2:21, e.g., breaking all the rules.

1:05 – 1:53 – First verse, classic Brian Johnson, shrieking out a some rhyming nonsense and hard syllables until “You been… Thunderstruck!” Music bumps up the tempo and Brian takes a five-second breather before tearing into the second verse. Throughout this second minute, we are still building up elements, adding a second guitar and even more pounding. The initial string tapping still feeling like it’s leading to…something.

1:58 – 2:28 – Second verse containing the general outline of the Texas roadtrip. It’s heavy on vocal effort and light on details. Listen, the lyrics don’t matter. They aren’t supposed to matter. We aren’t listening to Tracy Chapman or Bob Dylan today.

2:28 – 2:43 – Bridge. Everything comes together for a few lines and lead guitar revving up. You’ve been……………..

2:43 – 2:58 – ….Thunderstruck! Finally, sweet, chorus! We have been waiting for more than two and a half minutes, building building building, and it’s here, and it’s glorious. Brian really believes in the concept of being thunderstruck by now. Thunderstruck! Yeah-Yeah-Yeah! Thunderstruck!

2:58 – 3:10 – Bridge 2, a little guitar fiddling about, until

3:10 – 3:26 – Power solo!

3:26 – 3:42 – WE STILL NEED MORE BUILDUP! At the 3:42 mark, 63% of the way through the song, after the solo no less, Angus goes back to the string-tapping well. As the tool he used to generate interest, priming the pump with still more of it this late in the song is dumping gasoline on the fire.

3:42 – 3:58 – Chorus 2

3:58 – 4:12 – A chant leading into the climax. In case you had concerns about the lingering nature of being thunderstruck, worry not: Yeah, it’s all right. We’re, doing fine.

4:12 – 4:52 – Chaotic outro mixing all the previous elements.

A typical rock song might go like:

  • Brief intro
  • Verse
  • Chorus
  • Verse
  • Chorus
  • Solo
  • Verse
  • Chorus
  • Outro

Often there’s some kind of bridge in there between the verses and choruses, too. Here’s what Thunderstruck does instead:

  • Super long intro
  • Verse
  • Chorus Nope! Another verse. I bet you really wanted a chorus there. You’re really going to be wanting it when it gets here.
  • Finally, a chorus! See? Their trick worked.
  • Solo
  • Not bothering with a verse again, just re-charging with some intro material, and right to another chorus
  • Crowd-friendly chanting
  • Outro of Utter Chaos

Hard to say what credit the Youngs get compared to producer Bruce Fairbairn. But clearly all of them were confident to, yes, break all the rules.

Only AC/DC Could Make This Song

As implied, I’m not really an AC/DC fan, but appreciate that they are world-class rock performers. I take no sides in the great Bon Scott/Brian Johnson debate, either, but I think Brian Johnson is amazing in this song. He’s like 5’5″, built like a pile of cinderblocks, has worn the same newsboy cap and black tanktop since 1979, and shrieks in a way that no human should be capable. I can’t imagine any other singer providing the power necessary to pull this off.

He didn’t write the words though. Wikipedia shares a bit from Angus, discussing writing the song with his brother (they wrote all the songs) from a re-release’s liner notes:

Lyrically, it was really just a case of finding a good title … We came up with this thunder thing and it seemed to have a good ring to it. AC/DC = Power. That’s the basic idea.

This song is pure electric power, translated into musical form.

Final thought. There’s a known writing problem when you have a story about some technology or work of art that, in the context of the story, is especially amazing. Like if you have a fictional author and they’ve written the greatest novel of all time. So all the characters read it and they are blown away. But the author can never share any excerpts of this magic novel because the reader’s imagination will have built it up beyond something realistic. If revealed, it will most likely seem pedestrian. So one has to be careful about promising too much, or if the payoff isn’t going to be there, showing too much of the goods. Ultimately my thesis here is that “Thunderstruck” builds and builds and builds, and you think, the payoff is never going to come, or they’ve promised too much, but in the end it delivers. It lives up to its own hype. That’s right. You’ve been…thunderstruck.

ChesterS6E13, “Far Beyond the Stars” (Marc Scott Zicree/Ira Steven Behr & Hans Beimler)

I grouse a lot about holodeck episodes, or episodes that take place on such a weird planet they may as well be holodeck episodes. I’ll do some of this for “Honor Among Thieves” in just a minute, in fact. But it’s not that they are all bad. I just think they generally exist as a way to get to try out a well-worn genre. Maybe it’s a dumb complaint when I expect a SF TV show, which is itself a well-worn genre, not to do a noir detective show or a spy show or whatever. I think it’s mostly just that they tend not to actually have a great story that justifies the remix. If they come up with a good plot that lends itself better to Julian becoming a knock-off James Bond and O’Brien wearing an eyepatch, well then sure. But I think it generally ends up being reverse engineering, like, we wanted to do a spy show, so we spun up a story within that framework. Which naturally means it’s a standard retread of that kind of story. And Boring. “Far Beyond the Stars,” though, might not only be the best out-of-character/genre show ever (though it’s nominally still SF I guess), but it’s probably one of the best of the whole series.

It’s not really a clever idea or plot that makes this one work as much as having excellent production from top to bottom. All the performances are terrific, notably Avery Brooks’ Benny Russell. Avery also directs, and the look of the sets and costumes are amazing, giving the whole thing a warm, rich feel. Rather than the holodeck approach of something like normal pale, weird-looking Data wearing his uniform but with, like, a smoking jacket or whatever, all the regulars are there but different characters, in period costume. The premise is fairly simple: Russell is a writer trying to make a living churning out stories for a typical 1950s SF magazine. But he has to hide his identity, since many readers wouldn’t want to read a black author. He gets enamored with a picture from the art department that depicts DS9, and conjures up a whole series from it (well, the whole series, since he conjures DS9), which includes a black commander. Everyone agrees the stories are winners but the editor says he can’t push for it to be published it unless the commander is changed to a white guy. The injustice is palpable, and the cold truth from the editor is infuriating. He isn’t in a position to fight for its publication (or maybe he doesn’t care). Meanwhile Russell deals with all the other ordinary everyday racist bullshit in his life, including ceaseless harassment from local cops, who eventually shoot and kill his friend Jimmy in the street and beat up Russell for interfering.

I wish this episode was just a dated history, but it obviously isn’t. Life is grossly unfair and stupid as hell, and it still is in lots of ways in 2019. I suppose we can take some solace that we made it from a time when a short story author in a second-tier SF rag wasn’t permitted to be black up to a time when DS9 exists, which does indeed have a black commander, and most of society is perfectly good with that. But it can still be a crime to be driving while black, and our racist garbage president still inexplicably has his job, but the demographics aren’t in his party’s favor anymore. There’s a real path to this episode being irrelevant to the present day in maybe another 20 years. All I can do is hope that’ll be the case.

Ahem. To be less sullen, there’s a lot of fun stuff in this episode too. I loved all the regulars in their human suits. I loved the sunny cafe Cassie worked in, how everyone wore suits and hats or dresses and looked good. I loved that no one had a cell phone and books and magazines and yesterday’s baseball game mattered. There are a million little gags, too. I do have to say that there is no way that Michael Dorn’s hulking Willie Hawkins wouldn’t have been a better baseball player than this guy.

So “Maybe it was all a dream?” is well-documented as the weakest cop-out in human literature, but I somehow felt OK with it this time. It was ambiguous enough, maybe. Or the fact that we’ve established the Prophets will give Sisko these kinds of visions from time to time. Or similar to my general feelings against holodeck stuff, the quality made up for it.

Overall: A great one. 5 out of 5.

S6E14, “One Little Ship” (Bradley Thompson & David Weddle)

This one was silly enough to watch, it’s even sillier to explain it. So they’re studying a “subspace compression anomaly” which shrinks objects as they get closer. Don’t worry! If you go in reverse you’ll go back to normal. OK, sure. But this raises so many questions. What if you beam in close to it, then go out. Do you get huge? What if you travel orthogonally to the compression field? Do only the parts of you that are closer get smaller? What if, as it happens, while you are in the anomaly in a shuttle, and your ship gets taken over by Jem’Hadar, and then you get blown out of the field, so you have to take your mini-shuttle into the ship to help your captive crewmates?

There’s a whole lot of setup here to get us this far, then a whole lot of the Jem’Hadar making them fix the Defiant, but only observing them selectively enough to let them eventually fight off the intruders. Meanwhile the tiny ship is finding its way around the Defiant and I think it’s supposed to be funny. I maybe chuckled politely. In the end they waste an awful lot of time hashing out the intricate rules of how the crew can fix things not too fast to actually help the Jem’Hadar pirates but not so slowly as to arouse suspicion, and shot after shot of the tiny ship punching lift buttons and hiding behind ship infrastructure. They don’t have much left for a resolution (a quick brawl in engineering) or restoring the ship (happens offscreen, take our word for it things went fine).

I did find the internal scuffling between the different Jem’Hadar factions pretty interesting. Now that a number of them have been born in the Alpha Quadrant, a separate culture has emerged. The rift between young and old is now also a rift between Gamma-born and Alpha-born. Could be a future thing of interest. Or I don’t know, confined to Jem’Hadar time-wasting websites. (“Want to feel old? Your First is an Alpha” “Only true Gammas will remember these ways we served the Founders” “9 ways Alphas are killing the ketracel-white Industry” etc.)

Overall: I think you need to find the tiny ship adorable to like this one and not think too much about the anomaly. Nah. 2 out of 5.

S6E15, “Honor Among Thieves” (René Echevarria)

I internally groaned at first because it checked a few lesser-episode boxes for me:

  • Flimsy pretense to wedge in a story generally unsuited to Trek (what did I just say, “Honor Among Thieves”?)
    • Not that I demand pure SF at all times. Quite the opposite! See literally two episodes ago. DS9 does all kinds of good character stuff, farce, etc. But sometimes, especially in TOS, it uses the vastness of space as good-enough justification for literally any kind of story. Gladiators, cowboys, 20th century regular Janes & Joes, whatever.
  • Specifically, gangsters
    • And to boot, this felt way to much like “A Piece of the Action“. When I saw “Trials and Tribble-ations” last season I read that they considered that one as their TOS homage but didn’t use it. I guess they didn’t quite get it out of their systems.
  • O’Brien Must Suffer

It wasn’t really clear why it had to be O’Brien anyway, other than their hook into the underworld was that O’Brien could slide into Bilby’s life as a handyman. Evidently, still, as always, there is only one fully competent engineer on DS9 that can fix anything. In his absence, every system on the ship starts to decay. They test out some blah excuse that only O’Brien can handle both Federation and Cardassian systems. No, come on. Sisko, please hire some more engineers or start authorizing some refits to swap out the crap Cardassian raktajino makers.

Anyway, my attitude probably didn’t help, but I wasn’t really feeling this one for the first half or so. It was slow and riddled with crime story clichés. Then, gradually, and unexpectedly, it got sad. Poor Bilby drags O’Brien back to his dismal bachelor pad every night to dote on his cat Chester, sigh about his distant family, and bemoan being an old gangster. By the time he gets lured into a high-risk assassination attempt job, O’Brien has built up a cache of sympathy for him so sincere that he turns on his Federation handler and warns Bilby it’s a trap.

I felt like this turn of events was a tough sell. We really don’t know anything about Bilby other than that he has a life of regret. Which, yeah, that’s sad, but the setup here is that he’s a career criminal. He can lovingly feed his Chester every night, but he also injures then kills a guy who cheats him on the Klingon disruptors. The Federation guy reminds O’Brien that Bilby has killed others too, so he shouldn’t be sympathizing with him, and it struck me that our lack of knowledge about Bilby’s past wrecks up the episode’s goals. Assuming he’s got an extensive criminal past, then no, we really shouldn’t be valuing his safety too much. Maybe Bilby has softened up (the guy he killed was another crook, after all?) so jail, rather than death, is the right punishment. But, we don’t really know. It is clear that the Federation takes it too far, which is probably what saves the story in the end. The stated goal of the whole operation is to ferret out a Federation spy, which is accomplished, so they should arrest him at that point. But ick, paperwork, so the icy Federation guy just decides to let the assassination attempt go down, which will neatly dispose of Bilby. (Unlike Bilby’s scant backstory, we do have a whole lot of evidence that Federation bureaucrats are always willing to make a cold decision.) Anyway it ends up not mattering. Bilby is so entrenched in the Orion Syndicate that it’s safer for his family if he just walks into the trap rather than tries to flee. He only asks that O’Brien sees to it that his cat Chester is looked after.

K and I are cat people so I can tell you that this part of the story was unfairly effective on us. I did at one point speculate that Chester was an undercover Changeling keeping an eye on Bilby. But we did see him eat cat food and weren’t sure if Changelings could do that. Which remains unresolved, but anyway, nope, just a cat. O’Brien ends up taking him home, to respect Bilby’s final wishes.

Overall: It ends up being fairly emotional but it’s confusing since we aren’t being told some important backstory. Could they have fleshed that out more, and let Bilby defend himself? Maybe instead of the awkward space prostitute scene? 3 out of 5.

S6E9, “Statistical Probabilities” (René Echevarria)Morn!

Now that we’re clear of the war arc we can do some housekeeping on other storylines, including that reveal of Julian being a genetically modified illegal supergenius. Naturally there are other human GMOs out there, and it turns out they didn’t always end up being prodigies like Julian. Many ended up in the psych ward because brains are complicated. Not that this crew of Cuckoo’s Nest extras aren’t smart, they’re probably too smart really, which is of course no state to be in if you want to be a part of human society.

I wasn’t sure about this one at first. The group of modified people are all tropes of mad geniuses and social misfits. Jack’s hyperactivity got old before we were even through the teaser, and I was dreading an episode full of it. There’s a good argument that was done purposefully to make the audience uncomfortable around them. As the show progresses they have something to do other than complain they’re a lot more likeable. It ends up being pretty fascinating to see their overclocked intuition play out when they watched Damar’s speech. It’s a neat dramatic trick—we know various things about Damar and the general situation that this crew wouldn’t, then they fill us in on the details and it’s oddly satisfying.

With this initial success they are given access to more information and start predicting all kinds of stuff. It gets complicated when they take it all the way to a possible conclusion, that the Dominion is so likely to win the war that the Federation should just surrender now. This broad predictive arc is straight out of Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series, one of my all-time favorites. Here I was wondering why they didn’t use more classic SF stories for these shows, and lately they’ve been making a habit of it. The big idea in Foundation is the concept of “psychohistory” where one can calculate the future of large populations. A person is unpredictable, but groups people behave in predictable ways. The more people you’re accounting for, the more predictable your system is. In the books a scientist named Hari Seldon determines that the galactic empire is on the brink of collapse and 30,000 years of barbarism are on the horizon. But he can take action to trim that down to just 1,000 years.

Unlike Seldon’s remedy, which he implements on his own, alongside the naturally-playing-out empire collapse, “Statistical Probabilities” presents more of a choice. Incredible amounts of people will die, or surrender and reduce casualties. It turns out people don’t intuitively like bad news presented as probabilities. They also don’t like surrendering. But this is still fascinating, and raises so many great questions. Both the Foundation series and “Statistical Probabilities” expose the flaw in the science, so can you really ever have something like psychohistory? Isn’t society too complicated to ever be factored into a series of equations? Even if it could, to some sufficiently high degree of probability, and it says you should surrender, should you? I guess if somehow we could be certain of the math, well, it ain’t the hero’s answer but I’m not going to say one shouldn’t give up when the odds are brutal. Should I try to cross Antarctica on foot, just because it would be an amazing accomplishment, despite having no arctic training or experience or equipment? Hell no, I should absolutely not do that and should give up immediately. I don’t see how a war is any different. Should I invade North Korea, right now, with the clothes on my back and the nearest weapon (uh…I got a sharpened pencil) because I disagree with their policies and human rights abuses? I mean, my heart would be in the right place but it would be the most hilarious war ever. Sure, it’s better to die fighting than live in subjugation…probably. I mean, in the U.S. we’re already largely subject to the whims of the rich and powerful, but we still have personal freedom (compromised if you’re not white or if you don’t care too much about privacy), and laws still (sorta) work, which is why we’re not (yet) marching in the streets (all the time, at least in this country). Obviously this whole idea could merit a whole lot more time and thought, always a hallmark of a good episode.

Interesting additional note. By coincidence I currently happen to be reading another Asimov book, Nemesis. (Not that it’s the craziest coincidence, from a guy whose favorite SF series is by Asimov, and is at this moment writing a blog post about Deep Space Nine…….Good grief. I do plenty of other non-SF stuff in my life but this isn’t a great look.) Well anyway in this book there’s a character with a preternatural ability to read people’s emotions. She has a hypersensitivity to body language and tone that allows her to ferret out any dishonesty or underlying emotions. She basically acts just like Jack et. al.

Overall: A fantastic episode for big SF, but also for Julian, who is still learning to deal with being openly modified. I hope we’ll see more of these guest characters, too. Plus a bonus as the most Asimov-y episode. 5 out of 5.

S6E10, “The Magnificent Ferengi” (Ira Steven Behr & Hans Beimler)

Starts out as The Magnificent Seven, morphs into It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World, and eventually devolves into Weekend at Bernie’s. This could be good or bad. I’ll say mostly good. It’s an excuse to get our gang of known Ferengi together for the promise of a reward, to kick out a few Ferengi laffs, and riff on some more famous stories. Also to involve guest star Iggy Pop.

Most of this worked well. I kind of love that they conceive the mission as a commando-style raid and steel themselves up for the daunting challenge of rescuing Moogie, only to be derailed by sheer ineptitude. There is ostensibly one single Ferengi alive who enjoys a good brawl (loosely the James Coburn equivalent), and Nog has Federation training, but the rest of this crew is hopeless. Realizing they are far more likely to kill themselves or each other than any Cardassians or Jem’Hadar, they’ve given up by the second act break. This can only have been played for comedy, since it doesn’t really make sense that this is finally the point when it would occur to Quark that he’d be better off negotiating a deal.

Yet much like a certain current U.S. president who claims to be a master of deal making, but has in reality made his living from milking an inheritance and tweeting incomprehensibly about cable news, Quark’s reputation for negotiating prowess derives more from idle boasting than demonstrable results. Still, he manages to wring enough concessions out of his Vorta counterpart Iggy Pop, to get his Moogie back without anyone getting killed aside from poor Keevan.

I felt bad for Keevan in this one. I really liked this character from Rocks and Shoals and thought he had some potential for some additional stories. Maybe he accepts life in the Federation and becomes some kind of military advisor or opens a rival clothing shop on the promenade. But instead he’s reduced to a woeful prisoner, gets accidentally shot, and his re-animated corpse is left to bump around the anonymous hallways of duplicate DS9 until I guess his batteries run out.

I also felt like Iggy was underutilized. His character gets outwitted rather trivially and we don’t really learn anything about him. Not that we have to get a backstory about every one-off guest star but it’s bloody Iggy Pop and there’s no acknowledgement of it at all. Perhaps at this stage of his career he didn’t want special treatment. He just wanted to hit the pavement, go to auditions, and build up his acting CV as an average Iggy Pop.

Overall: Minor quibbles aside, this is a fun one. Doesn’t quite click as well as some other Ferengi comedies but I liked it. 4 out of 5.

S6E11, “Waltz” (Ronald D. Moore)

For a show based around a space station DS9 really enjoys stranding characters together who need some extended scenes to work out their relationship. Here we need to check back in with Sisko and now-psychologically-broken Dukat, so they are this week’s stranded pair with some time to kill.

This one was a slow burn and fairly effective, if something of a riff on Misery. Dukat appears to be more or less handling himself at first but bit by bit we learn the screws are still pretty loose. I liked the slow reveal of his instability, how he’s talking to Sisko, then actually not Sisko at all but his personal phantoms. Sisko discovers Dukat hasn’t even activated the distress beacon to afford them time to hash things out, which to Dukat amounts to coercing Sisko into admitting that they are friends. Unfortunately any crazy ranting in Star Trek seems like a TOS thing, so it’s always a hard sell, but Dukat remains fascinating, and I think they were incredibly lucky to have Marc Alaimo just knocking it out of the park every time. Dukat usually insists he was benevolent towards the Bajorans and could have been so much worse, and it often sounds like a guy who is trying to justify his war crimes and is chock full o’ guilt. But nah, he’s just a bad guy who wishes he’d been more icily remorseless. They were good war crimes! I maybe don’t like this “Dukat really is just evil” revelation, I liked him more complex, but I think there’s still room for doubt.

The related B-story about the Defiant crew having to meet an arbitrarily-included deadline before they give up the search also felt familiar, because it was a go-to tactic in TNG to create some artificial tension. It isn’t fresher with age any more than crazy TOS ranting, but without as much character interest, so I felt like it was kind of a dud thread that didn’t add much.

The end is also a bit of a convenience. Oh well, we didn’t have time to track down Dukat, but we got Sisko back so we are fully reset for next episode. And now crazy Dukat is roaming free in a shuttle, so he’s got that going for him.

Overall: Struggles to find much original or clever to do. It’s worth it for the continued excellent Sisko/Dukat Socratic dialogue but not much else. 3 out of 5.

S6E12, “Who Mourns for Morn?” (Mark Gehred-O’Connell)

My fears they would actually kill off Morn subsided quickly. Something about the tone didn’t quite click and I knew that somehow he’d be back by the end. This proved to be true, but the journey was worth it. The plot fulfills its quota of twists and turns and I enjoyed it. Everyone is clearly lying about everything, which isn’t an easy thing to make work. I wouldn’t say it’s as funny as the best comedy shows DS9 has done. This is more of an off-the-rack model that could be in any show or heist movie.

I’ve been doing Morn Watch during these write-ups because I am fully invested in the ongoing gag that is Morn. Trek has never really committed to recurring jokes before aside from some character interplay, like McCoy & Spock’s barbs, or a very occasional thing like Picard going into hiding whenever Lwaxana Troi came around. This is more the domain of sitcoms. But I’ve felt like they have had just the right touch with Morn, not going to the well too much, and never making more of him than they ought to. He’s a convenient plot device when we need someone to rush to Quark’s, or if we need to have a character overreacting to circumstances and it wouldn’t suit the primary cast. Halfway through season six we get an episode about Morn fully, although it turns out to not really be about him much at all, and more about Quark and the seedy underbelly of interstellar scam artistry. Although in the end we learn some important things about Morn’s disgusting alien biology.

Some stray observations:

  • My favorite bit was Morn’s ridiculous hoard of smelly beets. For some reason any large quantity of something stupid in the station’s no-doubt-valuable cargo hold ends up being funny.
  • I like the conceit that gold is valueless in this society, excepting some “primitive cultures.” They ride this gag almost as hard as Morn’s always-offscreen blabbermouth. For some reason they encase the actually valuable latinum within worthless gold, mostly just as a way to joke that it’s just the container.
  • Memory Alpha tells me the extra Quark pulls out of the crowd at Morn’s wake to keep his chair warm is actually the guy who plays Morn in his usual human suit. Nice.

Overall: A fun one that plays well. You’d think it’d be right up my alley but maybe it’s a little on the [whatever Morn has instead of a nose]. Very good, not quite a classic. 4 out of 5.