Jesse Walker | February 26, 2009
It's been more than two decades since I read anything by Philip José Farmer, the venerable science fiction writer who passed away yesterday. So you'll have to take the following words of praise with a caveat that applies to all the literature I enjoyed in my early teens: I can't promise I'd still like his books if I opened any of them again today.
But in my memory, Farmer was the sophisticate on the science fiction shelf. This wasn't just because he was one of the first scribblers in the sf ghetto to write directly about sex. It reflected the clever literary games he loved to play. Farmer tinkered with characters invented by everyone from Kurt Vonnegut to L. Frank Baum, plus some bona fide historical figures as well. (His Riverwold series threw dead men as varied as Mark Twain, Tom Mix, and Sir Richard Burton into the same setting.) I suppose you could call Farmer an exceptionally talented author of fan fiction. Like the most disreputable fanficcer, he often inserted stand-ins for himself into his stories -- he conveniently gave them his own initials, the better for readers to recognize them as the author -- though unlike the typical Mary Sue, the fictional PJF might turn out to be a villain or a fool.
Thinking back all these years later, two of his short stories stand out in my mind. One was about a mysterious object that appears in the sky and gradually begins to erase everyone's memory. It was written in diary form, as the narrator gradually regresses to childhood. The other was a double pastiche: an attempt to imagine what the Tarzan stories would have been like if they'd been written by William Burroughs instead of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Google reveals that the latter tale is called "The Jungle Rot Kid on the Nod." That title alone should be enough to guarantee Farmer at least a minor literary reputation.
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Been decades for me as well but much of his early/middle output
stands up I'm sure.
I loved his stuff when I was a kid.My 2nd favorite after PKD.
I recently read the Riverworld books and found them delightfully fun. Even in spite of the often Malthusian hand wringing about over population and famine.
I didn't love the softcore porn stuff, but I'm with Vines &
Cattle--Riverworld was great fun and deserves to be remembered
along with Stand on Zanzibar and other 70s classics.
Another one gone. Crap.
My favorite of his was The Unreasoning Mask. SF with moral weight behind it is not a rare commodity, but an often overlooked one.
On the tinkering note: Farmer wrote a novel as Vonnegut's hack
SF writer, Kilgore Trout.
Venus on
the Half-Shell.
SF, got any short-story links for us today? Thursdays are
dreadful and I finished your last
assignment.
Warning: a rickroll will be called and raised by 2girls1cup,
setting off another whole day of shock-trumping. :)
I could never get into Farmer. Maybe that's because I tried him
first at about eight years old and wasn't really ready for
it.
Can we all indulge in some Piers Anthony hate, by the way? Talk
about Mary Sue characters.
Can we all indulge in some Piers Anthony hate, by the
way?
The first 3 Xanth books hold up. Everything else is pretty much
dreck, but my god he put out a lot of it. At some point, I just
quit reading him. Life is too short to wade through reams of shitty
puns and bad jokes for a formulaic plot and disposable
characters.
Everything else is pretty much dreck, but my god he put out
a lot of it.
I'd go into the book store or the library, and I'd start looking at
the "A"'s (author last name). I'd usually have to go through a few
shelves before I got past Anthony.
Xanth was a pre-Heroes, but much, much stupider.
I kind of liked the Incarnations of Immortality stuff at
first, until I realized how stupid it became. I also liked the
Apprentice Adept stuff at first (The Game was kind of
cool) but it just became so god damn repetitive. Robert
Jordan-esque repetitive.
FrBunny,
This
site has a lot of online SF. The excerpt from Alistair
Reynold's Chasm
City is a neat rift on an old idea. The whole novel is,
really.
I liked the Xanth novels as a kid, so like I always do I, kept reading more and more of him. The Apprentice Adept series (1st half), Battle Circle trilogy, Bio of a Space Tyrant series, Incarnations of Immortality series, and the first 12 of the Xanth novels. Anthony is OK, as long as you realize he's a children's/young adult author who occasionally can't help but injecting age-inappropriate sexual fetishes in his work.
PFJ's Wold Newton universe was the precursor of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, positing that not only did most pulp and adventure characters dwell on the same literary world, but that there in fact related. The numerous essays to this effect were as enjoyable to me as the actual fiction.
I kind of liked the Incarnations of Immortality stuff at
first, until I realized how stupid it became
Ditto. I like the concept, I cant stand the implementation. The
worst part for me is changing our world to be one with a mix of
science and magic. I think setting the stories in our actual world
would work better, but would be much harder.
BTW, did "The Santa Clause" owe him money or is stealing basic plot
concepts the legal kind of theft*?
*I say that with tongue firmly in cheek since I dont believe IP is
actually property.
Farmer, the sage of Peoria, Illinois, was a wonderful writer in
many types of sci-fi. But my favorite of his many books are the
World of the Tiers series, which may well be the best ERB-style
sci-fi adventure books ever written. The opening line of "A Private
Cosmos", the third book in the series, says it all: "Under a green
sky and a yellow sun, on a black stallion with a crimson-dyed mane
and blue-dyed tail, Kickaha rode for his life." Open the first
volume, "Maker of Universes", preferably on a cold Sunday in
January when you've nowhere to go and nothing to do, and sit back
and enjoy.
PJF: Requiscat in pacem, and many thanks.
PFJ's Wold Newton universe was the precursor of the League
of Extraordinary Gentlemen, positing that not only did most pulp
and adventure characters dwell on the same literary world, but that
there in fact related. The numerous essays to this effect were as
enjoyable to me as the actual fiction.
Yes. The faux-scholarly appendix to Tarzan Alive! arguing
that all those pulp heroes were part of the same extended clan is
one of the funniest things Farmer ever wrote. Quietly funny, but
funny all the same.
As for Anthony: In high school I had some friends who liked the
Incarnations of Immortality series. So I read the first book, and
found it fairly entertaining. Then I read the second book, and
thought the author was going through the motions. Then I started
the third book, put it down after a couple of chapters, and never
waded into Piers Anthony's prose again.
Then I started the third book, put it down after a couple of
chapters, and never waded into Piers Anthony's prose
again.
I made it to book 5 out of stubbornness and ease of reading the
books. I should have stopped at 3.
I read ONE (1) Xanth book and liked it okay. I never picked up
another. I also read Triple Detente - I dont even want to get into
the fundamental immorality of the key plot element that is supposed
to be a good thing. I would Godwin an otherwise good thread.
positing that not only did most pulp and adventure
characters dwell on the same literary world, but that there in fact
related
Did any of these essays mention Moorcock's Eternal
Champion concept, where Elric/Corum/Hawkmoon/etc were all
manifestations of the same hero?
At the time, middle adolescence, his "Riders of the Purple Wage" was the most astounding thing I ever read. Lots of great stuff followed but that was pure revelation. RIP
I read one Xanth book when i was about 12, and even then i thought it was crap. Piers Anthony cold has a peter in his mouth.
I read the first Incarnations of Immortality and enjoyed it
enough on the first reading to read it a second time.
Didn't hold up well.
I concluded that Piers Anthony writing about the problem of evil is
like an imbecile juggling dynamite.
My favorite Farmer story was "The Riders of the Purple Wage," a
great goofy pomo production that "takes on" (is that right?) the
welfare state. Lots of strange sexual behavior, such as normed
incest ("the family that blows, grows"). And it has something in
common with all this seemingly extraneous talk of Piers Anthony: It
is filled with goofy puns.
I think the only Anthony book I have read is "Crewel Lye: A Caustic
Yarn," which I endeavored ONLY because of the doubled double pun in
the title. For some reason, I was not enticed to read further into
the Anthony oeuvre.
I was horrified to learn there are 34 Xanth
novels.
Thus proving yet again that Ted Sturgeon was more right than he
ever suspected.
As for Anthony: In high school I had some friends who liked
the Incarnations of Immortality series. So I read the first book,
and found it fairly entertaining. Then I read the second book, and
thought the author was going through the motions. Then I started
the third book, put it down after a couple of chapters, and never
waded into Piers Anthony's prose again.
Same here, for the most part. Read Pale Horse (Death) and
really liked it. Read "Time" and still liked it. Read "War" and
started getting sleepy. By the time I got to Fate I wasn't
interested all that much any more.
Unless my memory is playng tricks on me, I recall a PJF book
featuring Doc Savage and Tarzan that could only be described as
homo-erotic.
The only PJF book on my shelf at present is "Night Of Life", which
is excellent. I'll have to track down some of his other works on
Amazon for old times sake.
I enjoyed PJF's books and still do.
Maybe I have a high tolerance for atrocious puns or maybe it is
simple nostalgia, but I remember Piers Anthony's books fondly. I
initially read them when I was too young, and in retrospect I
haven't read one since I was in my early teens. I suspect I
wouldn't enjoy them now....
When I was about 12 I read his books suggesting that all those pulp heroes, Tarzan, Doc Savage, etc. had been real people who were all related due to a meteor hit in England which started a family of folks with powers. A rather extended literary joke which, being 12, I swallowed completely and took utterly seriously. Also being 12 and having no inhibitions about making an ass of myself, I found PJF's phone number in Cleveland or wherever he lived, and called him. He must have been staggered to find someone who actually took that stuff perfectly literally and seriously, but he was gracious and put up with my questions for about ten minutes. A few years later I really couldn't read him any more, but I'll always think fondly of him as a man for his indulgence of a young, impressionable reader.
The trickster Kickaha (Paul Janus Finnegan) rides the Amerind plains again.
I found PJF's phone number in Cleveland or wherever he
lived, and called him
Much cooler than my high school phone conversation with the lt
governor of South Dakota.
Damn! RIP, Mr. Farmer.
This may be viewed as sacrilege to some, he will certainly be
missed, but the state of the art in SF continues to improve in
spite of the passing of all the pioneering masters of the
genre.
Wikipedia article on Mary Sue contained many variations of which I was previously unaware, though we are clearly in need of another, 'Barry Sue.'
This is sad. Philip Jose Farmer lived in Peoria, IL. That might
explain his imagination.
People might want to check out Samuel Matthews books as well. He's
from the Peoria tradition also.
"The Jungle Rot Kid on the Nod" might be my favorite short story ever. I know know if that's because or in spite of the fact that I'm not a big fan of either Burroughs.
I read Maker of Universes when it first came out and fell in
love with Kickaha. I got busy with life but eventually found the
rest of The World of Tiers and read them all. The wrapup was pretty
lame, but overall good reads.
I read To Your Scattered Bodies Go and liked it, but it got lamer
and lamer as the series continued. The final book was, IMHO, the
grossest example of deus ex machina in modern literature. He'd
totally written himself into a corner with no way out. Quite
disappointing.
Much of his short stuff mentioned here was pretty good. The Tarzan,
Doc Savage, Sherlock Holmes shtick was okay for a while, then just
dribbled out. (I may never get the Tarzan/Doc Savage 'cockfight'
scene out of my head. Thanks soooo much for bringing it back to
mind.)
He was nothing if not prolific, and his good stuff was among the
very best.
RIP, PJF.
PJF made me wan to be a SF writer when I grew up. I am not half
as talented, but in my best moments I hope I am as wacky. He is as
good as Michael Chabon or Donald Barthelme on the "literary side"
of the aisle.
Don Web
Very sad to hear that he has died. His writing went through good
and bad phases, so sometimes it was brilliant, and other times it
was complete garbage. But when he was on his game, he was really
good! Here are a few books I thought were winners:
Most of the world of Tiers books (not the last one)
To your scattered bodies go and the Fabulous Riverboat
Dark is the Sun
The Unreasoning Mask
Night of Light
Those were the best, IMO. If you give those a read, you won't be
disappointed!
I read To Your Scattered Bodies Go and liked it, but it got
lamer and lamer as the series continued. The final book was, IMHO,
the grossest example of deus ex machina in modern literature. He'd
totally written himself into a corner with no way out.
I agree. (Or my teenage self agreed, anyway.) I liked the first two
books a lot, and then it started sliding downhill.
Piers Anthony?
Evil is Live Spelled Backwards was great softcore spanking
porn. I thought Atwood's The Handmaids Tale was a pure
ripoff of it.
In the Barn was kind of entertaing back when I was 11.
Mike DeSoto said:
>Unless my memory is playng tricks on me, I >recall a PJF
book featuring Doc Savage and >Tarzan that could only be
described as homo->erotic.
You're thinking of "A Feast Unknown" which featured character who
were - not quite - Tarzan and Doc Savage. The sequel, "The Lord of
the Trees and the Mad Goblin" was actually a pretty good pastiche,
and lacked the blatant homo-erotism. Unfortunately, it doesn't make
as much sense if you haven't read "A Feast Unk own" first.
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