things that go bump in the norm

This is an Earth-page, for only planet Earth can harbour the Norm, and, therefore, provide the scene for the tales I aim to discuss here.

Stid:  Are you seeking to focus on an sf equivalent of the "cosy murder mystery", Agatha-Christie style?

Zendexor:  Quite a perceptive comment, Stid, assuming that there's nothing negative lurking behind it.  Agatha Christie is like a world-builder, or world-preserver, in that she gives her readers access to the "redemptive Norm".

Stid:  By "redemptive" you mean "escapist", I suspect.

Zendexor:  No - though it certainly does provide an escape, thank Heavens.  But so would a mainstream story set in normal times.  Mainstream, however, risks being stuffy.  The redemptive Norm is saved from that stuffiness by the fresh air coming through its window open to adventure.  In the case of Agatha Christie and others of that ilk, that opening consists of a crime-mystery and the challenge of solving it.

In her day, I suppose, the likelihood was greater that such tales were read for their face value as mysteries, while the Norm was taken for granted.  Nowadays, the situation is different.  Their value has soared because the Norm has gone, and we therefore read them for the fascination and the lost marvel of that vanished setting - while nonetheless the mystery-window remains an essential plot-driver.

Now, back to sf...

jostling the grounded norm

SF, like golden-age detective tales, can act as a wick for the golden candle-wax of the Norm.

Stid:  The wick being...?

Zendexor:  A thread of inspiration which allows the ensemble to glow... 

Stid:  What you called a plot-driver when you were talking about murder mysteries.

Zendexor:  But more than that in the case of sf.  For murder mysteries I used the term "plot-driver" because I'm never much interested in the crime itself; I merely appreciate its role in furnishing excuses for exploring the social setting.  In sf on the other hand the idea is usually interesting in itself, and so in my opinion it's more than a mere plot-driver.  Nevertheless the setting surrounding it remains vital, and so here I resort to the wick-and-wax metaphor.  The wick is the idea; the wax is the setting.

Stid:  Maybe, but doesn't it all boil down to nostalgia: that's to say, the fact that what you wish to praise is no more nor less than the type of sf tale set on Earth and published in the good old days of your boyhood or before.

Zendexor: No - you're omitting one important point.  It's true that what I might call the Tales of the Jostled Norm had to be written and published before the Norm itself was abolished by the yuckocracy.  On this page, however, I'm not concerned with all the good stories set on Earth before that curtain went down at the end of the pre-yuck age.  Some excellent works do not belong in the class to which I'm dedicating this piece.  This is because I must exclude from the Jostled Norm those tales of widespread disaster, devastation, and/or catastrophic invasion, in which perils not only threaten the order of things but actually overturn them. 

Stid:  I see.  The Jostled Norm is by definition jostled, not shattered.  Invasions are too much for it. 

Zendexor:  Oh, well, we can allow some invasions.  They're permissible, so long as they are defeated before they get too far - as for example in Three To Conquer.  Or we may not be vouchsafed the full story, as in Binary Z.

Stid:  Presumably, then, you would exclude The War of the Worlds, despite the splendid normal introductory scenes. 

Zendexor:  Ah, that wonderful, suspenseful beginning at Woking, with its poignant last-few-hours-of-peace feel!  Yes, the book starts with a jostle, but soon goes far beyond and into "disaster" mode.  Therefore although it's a work of genius, it's not what I'm focusing on here.  Nor is The Day of the Triffids, which slides into disaster even quicker; whereas the same author's The Midwich Cuckoos and Trouble with Lichen allow (to use my candle-metaphor) the flame of normal culture to burn calmly on because the  wick remains surrounded by the wax.

Stid:  You know what, Zendexor, I'm starting to get metaphor-fatigue. 

Zendexor:  Then it's time we zoomed in and had a good close look at a specific tale.  I'll choose Binary Z.

 John Rankine, Binary Z (1969); Eric Frank Russell, Three to Conquer (1956); John Wyndham, The Midwich Cuckoos (1957), Trouble with Lichen (1960).

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