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Most science fiction and fantasy novels have a breaking point past which they would strain suspension of disbelief past bearing. Too many big ideas that don’t quite fit together, too much weirdness to process. Too many boundaries crossed for the fictional world to seem real. Good novels don’t get to that point. Great ones get close without crossing over.

Iain M. Banks’s novels of the Culture don’t actually seem to have that breaking point to begin with. Banks created a universe where the unbelievable and astonishing are part of the world, and suspension of disbelief isn’t needed because believing a constant stream of unbelievable worldbuilding is, in fact, part of the worldbuilding. From giant self-contained, sentient ships with too-whimsical names (the GSV Congenital Optimist) to characters existing in two places at once because cloned doppelgangers are a matter of course to far-out technology and extreme cultures and … actually, a list can’t contain the weirdness and joy of these books.

Use of Weapons isn’t the first of the Culture books I read. (That would be The Player of Games.) But it’s the one that, in Emily Dickinson’s phrasing, took the top of my head off. It’s the one I learned the most from.

Its structure is simultaneously linear and non-linear. You see, the novel has two different stories, moving in opposite directions on opposite timelines from a central starting point, that lead to the same discovery. Special agent Zakalwe has a dark past that he doesn’t remember. He moves toward rediscovering this past at the same time the second storyline, moving backward, takes us through how he became who he is, inevitably heading toward that same pivotal moment that his current self is on track for discovering. It sounds confusing. Reading it isn’t. It’s beautiful and inevitable, and the tension is unbearable. What’s more, the discovery, that piece of information that the entire novel trends toward in two different directions, is just as shocking and gut-punching as all that build-up would have you believe.

It’s a neat trick.

I borrowed this structure for my own novel, Discord’s Apple. I didn’t use it quite so well. I reversed it, with two timelines meeting at the end of the book instead of starting at the beginning. When the Publishers Weekly review called the book “brilliantly structured,” I knew it was because I pretty much stole that structure from a master. I feel like I cheated a little, simplifying the structure for my book. But I also think that’s okay. Because I’m not Iain M. Banks and I’m not writing about the Culture, where it feels like anything is possible.

Because really, the universe of the Culture is constructed to be one where anything is possible.

One scene I won’t ever forget: Zakalwe has just had a mission go spectacularly awry. How spectacularly? The tribal people he was infiltrating on this particular planet have beheaded him in a sacrifice to the gods. Fortunately, his handlers retrieved him in time to save him, or what’s left of him.

His main handler, Sma, visits him in the hospital, where he’s growing a new body. As you do.

“Hey,” he said. “Narrow one, this time, huh?” he smiled.

Sma nodded. “You could say that. Another few seconds and you’d have suffered brain damage; another few minutes and you’d have been dead. If only you’d had a homing implant; we could have picked you up days…”

“Oh now, Sma,” he said gently “You know I can’t be bothered with all that stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “Well, whatever; you’re going to have to stay like this for a while.” Sma smoothed hair from his forehead. “It’ll take about two hundred days or so to grow a new body. They want me to ask you; do you want to sleep through the whole thing, or do you want to stay awake as normal … or anything in between? It’s up to you. Makes no difference to the process.”

“Hmm.” He thought about this. “I suppose I get to do lots of improving things, like listen to music and watch films or whatever, and read?”

“If you want,” Sma shrugged. “You can go the whole hog and spool fantasy head-tapes if you want.”

“Drink?”

Drink?”

“Yeah; can I get drunk?”

There’s so much I love about this I hardly know where to start. First, the scene is from Zakalwe’s point of view. Zakalwe exists here as a head in some sort of medical situation. He can’t really see what’s going on, so we never get a description or picture of what this looks like: what it looks like to be a head in a medical bay undergoing regrowth of an entire body. Turns out, we don’t need it. Just being given the bare concept of the situation, the reader is capable of constructing the setting. Imagining vats, tubes, wires, beds, monitors, polite medical personnel. We all know what a hospital room looks like. This one’s just a bit … more so. The medical details, the technology of regrowing a body, don’t matter: just the situation. We’re pushing right up to the edge of suspension of disbelief, but the reader is such an active participant in constructing the scene from their own imagination, that it seems perfectly reasonable.

Moreover, there’s a question. When I got to this scene, I had to stop and ask myself that question: If I existed in the Culture and got beheaded, and I was saved and having my body regrown—would I want to stay awake? Or would I rather sleep? I don’t know! It’s crazy! It’s an impossible situation! But what if … I could get a lot of reading done in two hundred days of immobility. I could also catch up on a lot of sleep. It seems like it would be really strange, growing a new body. Except, in this world, the milieu of the Culture, maybe it wouldn’t seem strange at all. In our world, the standard would likely be to just a knock a person out for such a drastic medical procedure. But here, that the question—asleep or awake?—exists at all is part of the worldbuilding, part of its philosophy. Would you really want to waste two hundred days sleeping?

This scene engages the reader on a couple of levels: making them complicit in constructing the scene in the first place, and then inviting them to place themselves in that situation and think about the question.

A page later, Zakalwe makes his choice.

“I’ll stay awake,” he told her.

Sma smiled slowly. “I had a feeling you might.”

“You sticking around?”

“Could do,” the woman said. “Would you like me to?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

“And I’d like to.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. I’ll watch you put on weight.”

A person can do just about anything with good company, it seems. Banks’s Culture books are very good company.

martiansabroadCarrie Vaughn’s twentieth novel, Martians Abroad, about a teenage Martian who is sent to Earth for boarding school and isn’t happy about it at all, has just been released by Tor Books.

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Carrie Vaughn's work includes the Philip K. Dick Award winning novel Bannerless, the New York Times Bestselling Kitty Norville urban fantasy series, over twenty novels and upwards of 100 short stories, two of which have been finalists for the Hugo Award. Her most recent novel, Questland, is about a high-tech LARP that goes horribly wrong and the literature professor who has to save the day. She's a contributor to the Wild Cards series of shared world superhero books edited by George R. R. Martin and a graduate of the Odyssey Fantasy Writing Workshop. An Air Force brat, she survived her nomadic childhood and managed to put down roots in Boulder, Colorado.
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