9780765304186

Stories of Your Life and Others

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  • ISBN13:

    9780765304186

  • ISBN10:

    076530418X

  • Edition: 1st
  • Format: Hardcover
  • Copyright: 2002-07-05
  • Publisher: Tor Books
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Summary

The first book from one of the most acclaimed new SF writers of the last dozen yearsTed Chiangs first published story, Tower of Babylon, won the Nebula Award for 1990. Subsequent stories have won the Asimovs SF Magazine reader poll, a second Nebula Award, the Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award, and the Sidewise Award for alternative history. He won the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer in 1992. Story for story, he is the most honored young writer in modern SF.Now, collected for the first time, are all seven of this extraordinary writers extraordinary storiesplus a new story written especially for this volume.What if men built a tower from Earth to Heavenand broke through to Heavens other side? What if we discovered that the fundamentals of mathematics were arbirtrary and inconsistent? What if there were a science of naming things that call life into being from inanimate matter? What if exposure to an alien language forever changed our perception of time? What if all the beliefs of fundamentalist Christianity were literally true, and the sight of sinners being swallowed into fiery pits were a routine event on city streets? These are the kinds of outrageous questions posed by the stories of Ted Chiang. Stories of your life . . . and others.The publication of Stories of Your Life will be a major event in SF.

Author Biography

Ted Chiang lives near Seattle, Washington.

Table of Contents

Tower of Babylonp. 13
Understandp. 45
Division by Zerop. 93
Story of Your Lifep. 117
Seventy-Two Lettersp. 179
The Evolution of Human Sciencep. 241
Hell Is the Absence of Godp. 245
Liking What You See: A Documentaryp. 281
Story Notesp. 325
Acknowledgmentsp. 333
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Excerpts

Tower of Babylon Were the tower to be laid down across the plain of Shinar, it would be two days' journey to walk from one end to the other. While the tower stands, it takes a full month and a half to climb from its base to its summit, if a man walks unburdened. But few men climb the tower with empty hands; the pace of most men is slowed by the cart of bricks that they pull behind them. Four months pass between the day a brick is loaded onto a cart, and the day it is taken off to form a part of the tower. * * * Hillalum had spent all his life in Elam, and knew Babylon only as a buyer of Elam's copper. The copper ingots were carried on boats that traveled down the Karun to the Lower Sea, headed for the Euphrates. Hillalum and the other miners traveled overland, alongside a merchant's caravan of loaded onagers. They walked along a dusty path leading down from the plateau, across the plains, to the green fields sectioned by canals and dikes. None of them had seen the tower before. It became visible when they were still leagues away: a line as thin as a strand of flax, wavering in the shimmering air, rising up from the crust of mud that was Babylon itself. As they drew closer, the crust grew into the mighty city walls, but all they saw was the tower. When they did lower their gazes to the level of the river-plain, they saw the marks the tower had made outside the city: the Euphrates itself now flowed at the bottom of a wide, sunken bed, dug to provide clay for bricks. To the south of the city could be seen rows upon rows of kilns, no longer burning. As they approached the city gates, the tower appeared more massive than anything Hillalum had ever imagined: a single column that must have been as large around as an entire temple, yet rising so high that it shrank into invisibility. All of them walked with their heads tilted back, squinting in the sun. Hillalum's friend Nanni prodded him with an elbow, awestruck. "We're to climb that? To the top?" "Goingupto dig. It seems...unnatural." The miners reached the central gate in the western wall, where another caravan was leaving. While they crowded forward into the narrow strip of shade provided by the wall, their foreman Beli shouted to the gatekeepers who stood atop the gate towers. "We are the miners summoned from the land of Elam." The gatekeepers were delighted. One called back, "You are the ones who are to dig through the vault of heaven?" "We are." The entire city was celebrating. The festival had begun eight days ago, when the last of the bricks were sent on their way, and would last two more. Every day and night, the city rejoiced, danced, feasted. Along with the brickmakers were the cart-pullers, men whose legs were roped with muscle from climbing the tower. Each morning a crew began its ascent; they climbed for four days, transferred their loads to the next crew of pullers, and returned to the city with empty carts on the fifth. A chain of such crews led all the way to the top of the tower, but only the bottommost celebrated with the city. For those who lived upon the tower, enough wine and meat had been sent up earlier to allow a feast to extend up the entire pillar. In the evening, Hillalum and the other Elamite miners sat upon clay stools before a long table laden with food, one table among many laid out in the city square. The miners spoke with the pullers, asking about the tower. Nanni said, "Someone told me that the bricklayers who work at the top of the tower wail and tear their hair when a brick is dropped, because it will take four months to replace, but no one takes notice when a man falls to his death. Is that true?" One of the more talkative pullers, Lugatum, shook

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