Posted
10:42 pm
by Ken
Why Kepler's Somnium is (or isn't) hard SF, and other more interesting questions
Last month BBC producer Louise Yeoman invited me to the
Royal Observatory, Edinburgh to contribute to a 20-minute BBC radio programme about Kepler's
Somnium, which also featured
Andrew Brown, the observatory's Professor Avery Meiksin, and science historian James Connor.
You can now hear it
on the BBC iPlayer, and it's worth a listen. Prof Meiksin is a joy to listen to. As for me, well ... I sound a lot more coherent and fluent than I sounded to myself at the time. (Good editing, probably.) Whatever argument I may (or may not) have made to justify the fine distinction I drew between Kepler's speculation and hard SF (some ramble about Gernsback, I suspect) is lost to my memory as much as to the recording, if it was ever there in the first place. Also, I got
Hal Clement's name slightly wrong - from nervousness rather than ignorance.
Andrew Brown evidently enjoyed his
visit, particularly to the
library:
So there I was on Tuesday, touching the vellum of a 13th century manuscript of Alhazen, another of Aristotle, and then a first edition of Copernicus' De Revolutionibus and one of Kepler's Nova Astronomia. In the shelves on the wall were Galileo's works.
We were meant to be making a radio programme – an interval talk for Radio 3 – but the producer and I and our guest Ken MacLeod just frolicked round that room of priceless books like salmon woken by a spate. Serious work was impossible for a while. There was nothing to say that was adequate in the face of so much beauty and so much history; for anyone who writes, the feel of a physical object which has been read for 800 years is a quite extraordinary thrill.
'Oh monks, monks, monks,' I heard him murmur, looking at a volume of hundreds of pages of minute invariant uncial script, 'that this labour of yours should be used as a cheap analogy for DNA replication!'
Labels: genomics, history, local, self-promotion, writing
I hope to be able to listen tomorrow. Holding or touching such books would provide me with intense pleasure. It would be a more powerful experience than was my discovery of the now-defunct philosophy library of Columbia University, where books that were fifty years old filled me with reverential delight.
By George Berger, at Saturday, December 05, 2009 6:57:00 am