Niels Klim-nyt, en antologi

Det her er en lidt anden type nyhed, så den får også sit eget indlæg.

Jeg læser mange bøger, der på forskellig vis samler de bedste sf-noveller. Nogle er meget tykke! Nogle begrænser sig. Måske til et bestemt år eller et bestemt emne. Måske udvælges novellerne blandt de nominerede til Hugo eller Nebula.

Det bedste, lige bagefter at kunne bruge en pris til at udpege og belønne de bedste sf-noveller på dansk, er at kunne udgive en bog med dem. Sådan en bog er nu på vej. Den kommer til at hedde Underjordisk himmel – Niels Klim-nominerede noveller. Vi starter fra en ende af, med et udvalg af de nominerede fra 2011 og 2012.

Måske er det længe siden, du har læst dem, så nu er det et godt tidspunkt at genopfriske dem. Måske har du ikke læst dem før, fordi det er svært at skaffe så meget dansk kvalitet på så få sider. Måske læser du slet ikke så meget science fiction; så er det her et godt sted at starte.

Under alle omstændigheder håber jeg den her bog vil finde mange tilfredse læsere.

Forfatterne har bidraget med tekster, SFC står som udgiver, og selv har jeg foretaget udvalget, så det fik en passende størrelse.

Her er listen over historierne:

  • Michael Kamp: “Homo arachnida”
  • Flemming Rasch: “Mordet på Mads”
  • Jesper Rugård Jensen: “Fredag formiddag”
  • Glen Stihmøe: “Grimpeur”
  • Kristian Sjøgren: “Delte kroppe”
  • Manfred Christiansen: “Peblingesøen”
  • Camilla Wandahl: “Himmelflugt”
  • Lars Ahn: “Månebase Rødhætte”
  • Gudrun Østergaard: “Den sidste markør”
  • Maria Kjær-Madsen: “Aldrig mere svag”
  • A. Silvestri: “Faderens sønner”
  • Richard Ipsen: “Jeg husker alt”
  • “Om Niels Klim-prisen”, ved Lise Andreasen

Og her er den flotte forside, som Manfred Christiansen har designet:

Til aller sidst, her er citatet, der har inspireret bogens titel:

“Så da jeg fik tænkt mig ordentligt om, blev jeg enig med mig selv om at jeg var havnet under en underjordisk himmel, og at det er rigtigt som nogle mennesker forestiller sig, at jorden er hul, og at der inde under skorpen findes en anden verden, der er mindre end vores, og en anden himmel besat med sol, stjerner og planeter i mindre format.”

Ludvig Holberg, 1741

Niels Klims underjordiske rejse indeholdende en ny teori om jorden og en historisk beretning om det hidtil ukendte femte monarki, trykt efter et manuskript i salig Abelins bibliotek.

Peter Zeeberg, 2012

Niels Klim-nyt, juni

Maj gik da vist egentlig meget fredeligt. Og jeg trissede rundt og læste bøger og blade og aviser for at følge med i strømmen af nye tekster! Således kom der 2 fra aviserne, 1 fra et medlemsblad, 1 fra en bog og 6 i form af bøger – heraf bl.a. 1 digtsamling. 10 i alt i maj, så dermed var der 15 på listen, og så allerede 2 fra juni også oveni. Og ovre på Facebook er der også dumpet nogle romaner ind.

Niels Klim-prisen, maj-nyt

Planlægningen skrider frem, så vi forhåbentlig til efteråret får endnu et spændende panel.

  • Datoen er sat til søndag 23. september, om eftermiddagen. Og altså på Fantasticon.
  • Ordstyreren bliver som sædvanlig Niels Dalgaard. Han ved jo en hel del om både ny og gammel science fiction, så han kan stille de gode spørgsmål.
  • Deltagerne er Merete Pryds Helle (Epifanien), Chr. Winther (Verdens Rigeste Mand og hans tro tjener Boris) og Carolineskolens 5. klasse (Ogel i fare). Sidstnævnte tager deres hjælpeforfatter, Carsten Folker Møller, med.
  • Alt dette er med forbehold! Der er mange måneder til, og noget af det er lidt usikkert endnu.

Lige efter panelet bliver årets priser delt ud.

Med hensyn til 2018, så er der taget hul på forslagslisten. Det blev til 5 værker i april. Desuden kan du følge med i produktionen af romaner ovre på Facebook.

Tid og sted for uddeling af Niels Klim-prisen

Tid og sted for uddeling af Niels Klim-prisen er ikke helt afgjort endnu. Altså, ikke 100 %. Men her er det, vi ved.

Det kommer til at foregå den weekend, hvor der er Fantasticon. Dvs.

Tid: 21.-23. september.
Sted: Serapions-Ordenen Sekretariat, Haveselskabetsvej 3A,1823 Frederiksberg C.
(Samme sted som sidste år.)

Men programmet for weekenden er ikke lagt endnu, så ugedag og klokkeslet kan jeg ikke komme med.

Niels Klim-nominated translations, up close

Here we have some small quotes from this year’s nominated translations.

“The Chronic Argonauts”, H. G. Wells (Niels Dalgaard), Tidsmaskinen (The Time Machine), SFC

The idea of something ultra human was furthermore accentuated by the temporal arteries that pulsated visibly through his transparent yellow skin. No wonder, in view even of these things, that among the highly and over-poetical Cymric of Llyddwdd the sieve theory of arrival found considerable favour. It was his bearing and actions, however, much more than his personality, that won over believers to the warlock notion of matters.

“The Fluted Girl”, Paolo Bacigalupi (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

Soon she had to show herself, or Madame Belari would get impatient and send for Burson, her head of security. Then Burson would bring his jackals and they would hunt again, crisscrossing every room, spraying pheromone additives across the floors and following her neon tracks to her hidey-hole.

“Surface Tension”, James Blish (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

“Microscopic?” Phil said incredulously. “Certainly,” Chatvieux said, amused. “We can’t very well crowd a six-foot man into a two-foot puddle.”

“Crying in the Rain”, Tanith Lee (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

“Greena,” she said. She strode across to the hen-run, glanced at the disappointing hens. There had only been three eggs all week, and one of those had registered too high. But in any case, she wasn’t concerned with her poultry just now. “Greena, this morning we’re going into the Centre.” “What about the Warning, Mum?” “Oh, that. Those idiots, they’re often wrong.”

“Oceanic”, Greg Egan (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

Daniel said, “Remember what Beatrice told Her followers, the last time She appeared? ‘Unless you are willing to drown in My blood, you will never look upon the face of My Mother.’ So they bound each other hand and foot, and weighted themselves down with rocks.”

Omnilingual”, H. Beam Piper (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

“Look how long it took to read Egyptian hieroglyphics, even after they had the Rosetta Stone.” Sachiko smiled. “Yes. I know. But they did have the Rosetta Stone.”

“A Letter From the Clearys”, Connie Willis (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

I don’t see how it’s going to be any different from last summer. The only things that came up at all were the lettuce and the potatoes. The lettuce was about as tall as my broken fingernail and the potatoes were as hard as rocks.

“New Light on the Drake Equation”, Ian R. MacLeod (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

“But in clearing out and revising her responsibilities, it’s come to my attention that monies have been allocated to your project which, I regret to say …”

“Altogether Elsewhere, Vast Herds of Reindeer”, Ken Liu (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

Mom is an Ancient, from before the Singularity. There are only a few hundred million of them in the whole universe. She lived in the flesh for twenty-six years before uploading. Her parents-she had only two-never uploaded.

“Home Sweet Bi’Ome”, Pat MacEwen (Niels Dalgaard), Den store science fiction-bog (The Big Science Fiction Book), SFC

I looked down. The rash was an odd one, the bumps looking weirdly transparent and delicate rather than small, hard and red. Whatever. It speckled half the cabinets, the walls, the ceiling, and most of the pouches I use for drawers. I spat, “Son of a bug-eater!” It wasn’t me that had the rash. It was my house.

“An Infinite Summer”, Christopher Priest (Niels Dalgaard), Tidsparken (Palely Loitering), SFC

He stood now on the bridge over the Thames at Richmond, resting his hands on the parapet and staring south along the river. The sun reflected up from it, and he took his sunglasses from a metal case in his pocket and put them on. Night was the only relief from the tableaux of frozen time; dark glasses approximated the relief.

“The Art of Space Travel”, Nina Allan (Niels Dalgaard), Sølvvinden (The Silver Wind), SFC

It was all just rumours at first, but last week it became official: Zhanna Sorokina and Vinnie Cameron will be spending a night here at the hotel before flying out to join the rest of the Mars crew in China.

Remade 15: The End of the Beginning, Kiersten White (Martin Reib Petersen), Saga-Egmont

This wasn’t the family Inez would have chosen, if she could. On the other hand, the family she left on the beach that fateful day, she wouldn’t have chosen that one either. (That fucking idiot life saver). At least her real family knew they had to make decisions together, if they wanted to survive. And now she’d unfortunately been caught with a group, that hadn’t learned that yet.

(Translation of Remade by Lise, the rest are the original words.)

Niels Klim nominated novellas, up close

Here we have some small quotes from this year’s nominated novellas.

Specialklassen 3: Bøllebank i Belgien (Special Class 3: Brawling in Belgium), Jacob Kokkedal, Facet

“Hmmm,” Nick thought. “Then I do know how we can get down to that base. We just have to gather the guys and then break into Sunbeam. Then we’ll meet back here.” Line smiled. She knew she could always depend on Nick.

Rejsen til Skyway (The Trip to Skyway), Marie Ladefoged, Det Poetiske Bureaus Forlag

We ordinary mortals are cell divisions, despite seeming to be whole. We are microscopic before we become something, infinitely, infinitely small. I saw it through a microscope, enlarged on a screen in a clinic, where she was busy creating herself, without me. There my child lay, four beautifully split cells and no fragments in a petri dish.

Kodeks (Code), Gudrun Østergaard, Calibat

Where the hell did she come from? She must have left the room just before I did. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck are you doing? Gross nazi pigs!” Vigga growled with a finger with purple nail polish stretched in front of her. Her voice was like the roiling roar of a predator.

Fragmenter af Danmarks historie 2020-2031 (Fragments of Denmark’s History 2020-2031), Lars Hedegaard, Document forlag

After the creation of the Danish exile government in Viborg, people in the freed areas resumed calling a spade a spade. What used to be called Islam got its old designation back, Mohammedanism. A Muslim was a Mohammedan again – i.e. a follower of Muhammed’s ideology of conquest.

April 2026, Jeppe Krogsgaard Christensen, Gyldendal

I think you need a new iScreen. Joachim asks her to retrieve her own. She says Of course and smiling writes Modigliani and Nu couché. The wheel turns. That’s odd she says and Well, we’ll try the biggest. She writes Mona Lisa in the search field and presses GO. The wheel turns. Surely they’ll have it fixed soon, she says, and if this continues, he may exceptionally have to do his lecture without projecting the paintings on the canvas of the auditorium.

Epifanien (Epiphania), Merete Pryds Helle, Fahrenheit

Of course there were eagles; maybe not as many as when Epiphania flourished in prehistoric times, but still an awful lot, hundreds of them, in close circles in the air above us.

Endorfino (Endorphino), JG Gylling, Brændpunkt

– But maybe I could exercise less, you know? I wouldn’t be so tired then, Lotte continues. Her lower lip trembles. – No, listen, you get more energy when you exercise. You’ll feel it, but it’ll take a little while. Just wait and see.

Vi vågner i Sibirien (We Awaken in Siberia), Martin Paludan, Brændpunkt

Now everybody knew the temperature was falling. The streets were practically running over with coats and fur hats. It was a collective metamorphosis, the human race was gradually turning into a new, furry race.

(Translated by Lise.)