Back in the 1970s, a new Science Fiction writer appeared with wickedly innovative concepts like switching genders and bodies, and Invaders ousting humanity from the Earth. John Varley, with stories like “Overdrawn at the Memory Bank,” “Press Enter,” “The Barbie Murders,” “The Persistence of Vision,” “In the Hall of the Martian Kings,” and “Air Raid,” broke new ground in SF and for a time was my favorite Science Fiction Writer. You can find these excellent stories in The Persistence of Vision (1978) and The Barbie Murders (1980).
Then Varley went to Hollywood and stopped publishing his incredible stories. Here’s what Varley said about his major Hollywood project, Millennium:
“We had the first meeting on Millennium in 1979. I ended up writing it six times. There were four different directors, and each time a new director came in I went over the whole thing with him and rewrote it. Each new director had his own ideas, and sometimes you’d gain something from that, but each time something’s always lost in the process, so that by the time it went in front of the cameras, a lot of the vision was lost.”
When Varley returned to SF writing and publishing in the 1980s, something had changed. The dash and dazzle of Varley’s writing style from the previous decade was gone.
I dutifully read Varley’s 1980s novels, Millennium (1983) and Demon (1984)…but the magic was gone. Over the years, I tried a couple of Varley’s works: Red Thunder (2003) and Red Lightning (2006). Ho-hum.
Irontown Blues (2018) introduces Christopher Bach, a former policeman in one of the largest Lunar cities when the A.I. Lunar Central Computer had a major breakdown. Known as the Big Glitch, the problem turned out to be a larger war than anyone imagined. When order was finally restored, Chris’s life was upended. Now Chris works as a private detective, assisted by his genetically altered dog Sherlock. Varley’s Irontown revisits the hardboiled private eye world with many references to noir books and movies and style.
Chris takes the case of a woman involuntarily infected with an engineered virus. The hunt to track down the biohackers leads Chris to the infamous, dangerous district of Irontown.
All the elements for an entertaining and suspenseful SF novel show up in Irontown, but it all just doesn’t hang together. Something vital is missing. Perhaps this excerpt from LOCUS explains partly what has happened to John Varley:
…So I’m back home now. My final diagnosis, like a slap on the butt as I went out the door, was C.O.P.D. (That’s #5.) It stands for Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. My guess is that it has something to do (ya think?) with over fifty years of a pack-and-a-half per day smoking habit, only recently terminated. Used to be, it was easy to find me at SF conventions. Just look for the very tall guy whose head was obscured by the smoke that encircled his head like a wreath. That was in the early days. More recently I could usually be found outside the hotel, huddled against the rain, the cold, and the howling gale with a couple other hopeless addicts.
I was sent home with a couple bottles of oxygen and an oxygen concentrator, but it’s possible I won’t need them after a while. Lee and I were enrolled in classes at something called the Transitional Care Clinic, TCC, a really smart and nice service of the Clinic where you record all your vital signs and come in weekly for consultation. I hate trailing the coiled tubing for the O2 all around the house, but so be it. I am able to do most things I always did, and get around in the car. I still tire quickly, but I don’t pant like an overheated hound dog.
Thanks again to all who sent money after my heart attack at the beginning of the year. I can’t tell you how much those dollars have helped take a heavy load off both our minds….