“The Worm That Flies”, by Brian W. Aldiss, first published in the anthology The Farthest Reaches in 1968, is an odd one. I couldn’t get into it at all, but I pushed on to the end. I read it in the nice collection The Legend Book of Science Fiction, edited by Gardner Dozois and published in 1991.
It is, as far as I can tell, about an immortal ape who collects stones and is constructing a pattern with them that has taken millions of years, and then he is told that the universe is ending (?) or he isn’t immortal any more (?).
I lost concentration too many times, and even lost consciousness once while reading this, so I may not have understood it fully. I have never been able to get into the writing of Brian Aldiss. I gave up on Hothouse (The Long Afternoon of Earth in the US) before the end, and although I read the entire first volume of the Helliconia series, Helliconia Spring, I never felt interested enough to read the rest of the trilogy.
I am sure I must be missing out. Perhaps I am just too dumb to get what he is saying. I am a simple soul, and don’t like to have to think too hard to enjoy a work of fiction. I read non-fiction for that.
Aldiss is one of the greats and I as one of my friends is a stalwart Aldiss fan and is always trying to convince me to read more of him, and particularly to try Hothouse again, but life is too short.
So what did I learn about writing short stories from reading this particular story? Well, that anything goes, and it doesn’t have to mean anything or make much sense, perhaps particularly if you are already established and a big name in the genre. Sour grapes?
Yes, that story is an opaque one. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why it was an award winner (I think I read it in an anthology of Hugo winners). It isn’t that we’re too stupid to understand it; I’m pretty sure I got the point (entropy is the only thing that matters, no matter how long you live). It’s that Aldiss’ themes and images are a bit too…idiosyncratic. That is to say, they’re very potent and meaningful for Aldiss and people like him, but they’re not universal.
The potent metaphor for me was in the arrangement of the stones becoming an emerging consciousness. It’s as if, absent the long march of evolution to the brain, one could simply arrange things ‘just so’ one could house a consciousness emergent from how material is arranged. It’s the ‘if you build it, they will come’ sort of logic. And in the end, or in the beginning, it was simply the arrangement of atoms into molecules and their specific quantum states that led to the self-replicating protein upon which all life rests. Food for thought.