Second Suicide by Tim Britto
Posted: April 20, 2012, 07:41:58 PM
The thing that bothers me the most about this story is its air of preachiness, despite the truth of its message. Maybe that could have been handled with a bit more subtlety.
Big plot hole: the Valash, being without any arts or even the concept of art, are truly alien, but then I have to wonder, why do they respond at all to our art? They've met other species as well; were they not exposed to art from those other cultures? Why, all of a sudden, do they think we've got something wonderful that they've never experienced before?
I'm at least glad the story didn't end with some Valash officer pushing the Big Red Button -- or being told not to. And the presence of Sutu Lamat next to Wes in the very last moments seems to indicate hope, which then would mean that Wes may have killed himself for nothing. Kind of a let-down.
The whole package was less than satisfying. I choked a little on the notion of a rock star being buddies with the President. Quite a stretch, and I had to consciously accept that, but it took me out of the story. The style of the piece was rather flat, and Mr. Britto needs to look to his punctuation, too; a missing comma here and there made me have to backtrack in a few spots.
I think this could have been an enjoyable story; it did show some good work in the way the different nations were portrayed, such as the Chinese. Maybe stereotyped, but it worked in context. Also, the way individuals bickered over recognition for the works (artistic ego; we know what that
is).
Big plot hole: the Valash, being without any arts or even the concept of art, are truly alien, but then I have to wonder, why do they respond at all to our art? They've met other species as well; were they not exposed to art from those other cultures? Why, all of a sudden, do they think we've got something wonderful that they've never experienced before?
I'm at least glad the story didn't end with some Valash officer pushing the Big Red Button -- or being told not to. And the presence of Sutu Lamat next to Wes in the very last moments seems to indicate hope, which then would mean that Wes may have killed himself for nothing. Kind of a let-down.
The whole package was less than satisfying. I choked a little on the notion of a rock star being buddies with the President. Quite a stretch, and I had to consciously accept that, but it took me out of the story. The style of the piece was rather flat, and Mr. Britto needs to look to his punctuation, too; a missing comma here and there made me have to backtrack in a few spots.
I think this could have been an enjoyable story; it did show some good work in the way the different nations were portrayed, such as the Chinese. Maybe stereotyped, but it worked in context. Also, the way individuals bickered over recognition for the works (artistic ego; we know what that
is).