George R. R. Martin's collection of short science fiction stories is a typical mix. Martin's prose is clearly above the ordinary standard, especially for that era in the early 70s. However, this cannot hide the suspicious nature of some of the stories in this collection. Nevertheless, the main story, "A Song for Lya," is quite good. Lya, a telepath, and her partner Robb, who can read emotions, are sent to the main city of the planet Shkeen to solve a problem that the human colony has with the native population. The Shkeen have existed for 14,000 years without evolving and practice a mysterious cult that was initially just a novelty for the colonists. But it has also begun to claim humans, and the governor of the colony, Valcarenghi, wants to know why. What the two discover will change their relationship forever.
Whether through drugs, the senses, dreams, or technology, many books such as Robert Silverberg's "Time of Changes," John Varley's "The Persistence of Vision," Ursula Le Guin's "The Word for World Is Forest," Joe Haldeman's "Forever Peace," and many others examine the concept of a communal mind. Based on emotion and spirit, "A Song for Lya" is Martin's version of the concept. By examining the idea of giving the mind and body to a larger community, the author shows that not all are dragons and vampires.
The rest of the collection is rather average: neither particularly good nor especially bad. But it is worth reading to see the starting point of GRRM.
Au matin tombe la brume
It presents a beautiful new idea, highly nostalgic, suggesting that science inevitably destroys mystery and thus poetry.
Il y a solitude et solitude
This is a story of solitude for a lighthouse keeper beyond Pluto. Although not completely predictable, the ending is still rather foreseeable. And since the style is just average, well, it results in a not-so-great new story.
Pour une poignée de volutoines
It's yet another story that is quite classical in both essence and form, but with an intriguing element: the presence of rather eerie remotely controlled corpses. That being said, the story is rather well-written, and it's not a story with a predictable ending, which I tend to prefer.
Le Héros
This text is clearly marked by the end of the Vietnam War (the text dates back to 1969). Today, the end is perfectly foreseeable.
L'Éclaireur
It's yet another extremely foreseeable new story: the return to Earth, after the reduction in the radiation rate related to "the catastrophe" of scientists who come to look for traces of human life. The scout they meet clearly does not meet their desires...
VSL
Hmm... I have no memory at all.
La Sortie de San Breta
It's a story of ghost cars that would have had its place in the fourth dimension.
Diaporama
Again, I have no memory at all.
Une chason pour Lya
However, I have a very clear memory of this long story that not only gives its title to the collection but also justifies its literary existence. Let me explain...
An administrator of an earthly trading post on a distant planet asks the help of two telepaths to understand the local religion, which drives all the individuals of the planet and some earthlings to unite with a parasite that will eventually kill them. This union turns out to be, in a way, a door to a mystical, even divine union.
Through this story, the author manages in an amazing way to question the deeply solipsistic nature of the world. Let me explain: for one of the telepaths, Lya, it is impossible to truly know another through language and even through telepathy: each mind is composed of an infinite number of superimposed layers, which means that we never see the totality of the other. Therefore, of course, we can never truly understand the other.
Except when he is inhabited by this parasite: in this case, each one reveals himself fully with in addition an unconditional and total love for each other.
Of course, this deeply disturbs the telepaths. And not just them, actually.
I myself have also wondered if I really knew the person sleeping next to me (and of course the answer was no). Fortunately, unlike the people who want "transparency", I have the impression of being able to tolerate opacity well. Well, I think. In any case, this story has at least allowed me to question myself on the subject, which is already good in itself. No, wait, not good. If I had only done that, effectively, it would have been good.
No, what I did was that I trembled with the main character when understanding in which direction Lya was going (even though it was perfectly foreseeable). I suffered with him from this split. I really became one with him, once again realizing the only true talent of Martin: to put us each time in the shoes of his characters. It is a reduced talent, apparently, but which he possesses in a way that I have rarely seen elsewhere.
Should I still recommend you to read this collection? I don't know. What I know is that this song will haunt me for a long time.
And thus one remembers why the fat one is so good at writing his books. Maybe it's because he has a unique perspective on life, having experienced more than others due to his size. Or perhaps it's his vivid imagination that allows him to create worlds and characters that come alive on the page.
He might also have a natural talent for storytelling, able to captivate readers with his words and keep them engaged from beginning to end.
Whatever the reason, there's no denying that the fat one's books are a joy to read. They offer a glimpse into a different world, one that is full of adventure, mystery, and excitement.
Whether you're a fan of fiction or non-fiction, there's sure to be a book by the fat one that will appeal to you. So the next time you're looking for a good read, don't forget to check out his work.