Friday, 11 January 2013

The world according to Snafu - Time Travel

A recent post referring to the novel 'The Time Traveller's Wife', prompted me to think about time travel.  As a long term Science Fiction reader, I have always been fascinated by time travel stories. As far as I am aware time travel was first fictionalised by H G Wells, although I could be wrong, but it has since been a major part of the SF genre.


It presents all kinds of wonderful possibilities for writers, paradox, discovery, solving crimes and mysteries, parallel timelines and an opportunity to write an historical novel with modern characters. Mark Twain used that theme when he wrote 'A Connecticut Yankee in the Court of King Arthur' and many writers followed.
The paradox theme of time travel has fascinated a lot of people, for instance the one about shooting your grandfather so that you are not born is usually trotted out, but some have gone as far as being your own grandfather. In the 1940s Heinlein wrote one along those lines called ‘All you Zombies’ and another less incestuous paradoxical story, ‘By his Bootstraps’  both of which are circular in time.

Heinlein used the pseudonym of Anson MacDonald for several of his earlier short stories

Some writers have looked at the way in which altering events in the past will change the present, nicely done in Ray Bradbury’s ‘ A sound of Thunder ‘ where it occurred accidentally.  This was made into an abysmal movie; enough said.  The movie series ‘Back to the Future’ involved a lot of deliberate changes occurring in time giving rise to different futures. Many stories deal with unexpected changes to history and some where you cannot change it at all, and so anything you do is already accounted for in history. This idea has occurred regularly and is an important concept in many novels. Moorcock’s ‘Behold the Man’, Ward Moore's 'Bring the Jubilee' and John Boyd’s ‘The Last Starship From Earth’, all rely on the idea that the past is set and if you go back you are not changing it but making it happen the way it should.
Interfering with history brings about victory for the North in the civil War

On TV, Dr Who is a constant time tourist but never seems to change time much. In a recent episode the idea that committing suicide would get you out of a tight spot since you would remove the paradoxical time loop in which you are trapped and come back to life, something that Poul Anderson used long before in his time travel stories in the 1950s.



One of the more unlikely ideas, often embedded in the main plot, is an object that has no origin. The moving story by Richard Mathewson, ‘Bid Time Return’ has one of these, the main character is unexpectedly given a watch by a very old lady. Later in the narrative, but earlier in time, he gives it to her when she is a young woman after he travels back in time. Giving it to her means that she can give it back to him when she meets him as an old lady and so it becomes a paradox, since it has no proper origin.

These objects are often called a ‘bootstrap paradox’, generally thought to have derived from Heinlein’s By His Bootstraps, where a notebook has a similar history in that story. His older self gives it to his younger self to teach him what he needs to know to become his older self…
Recently Time travel has featured in children's stories, some of which are well worth reading.
Time travel can be dangerous if you go back to WWII

Change the future and avoid a war, or cause a war we can survive, which is best choice for the H Bomb Girl?

Like the more recent 'The Time Traveller's Wife' the hero in this novel can travel in time without a time machine

One theme which occurs now and then is a time war, where the protagonists attempt to write each other out of history by changing their past, often on a cosmic scale. A good example of this is Fritz Leiber’s ‘The Big Time’, but many others have written on the same theme and the Terminator movies are based around this kind of warfare.
The spiders and the Snakes fight it out using humans as foot soldiers recruited from throughout all of Earth's history, but all the action in this great little novel takes place in an R&R facility away from the battle front.

 In several stories time police exist to protect against random changes brought about by illegal time travellers and in Asimov’s 'The end of Eternity' the organisation ‘Eternity’ is regulating history by making changes that are supposed to create a better future.
An elite force patrol the timelines looking for time crimes with some unexpected twists

He is ordered to change her past, but Harlan knows this will erase his lover from history because she would never be born, so he cannot bring himself to change her timeline, instead together they end Eternity

So much has been written on the subject by many well-known writers, but very few of them have acknowledged that to travel in time, you must also travel in space because the Earth is moving.  Just moving in time is going to strand you in an empty vacuum nowhere near the planet Earth. Dr Who occasionally remembers this but more often than not the writers ignore it.

An unusual time travel story by James Tiptree jr, a woman writer by the way, recognises this in her ‘The Man Who Walked Home’. This intriguing story is written so that it takes a while for the reader to understand what is actually taking place as the story unfolds. This is one of the few that takes into account that time and space is inseparable.


 In the comic 2000AD, in a 1980’s episode, one of the characters had a ‘time bomb’, not a timed explosive device, but a device which warped you a few minutes through time. The result was that you were suddenly dumped into outer space, because the Earth had moved on whilst you were in the time warp.

This use of space-time is very rare, most time travellers just pop up in the same place on the Earth as if it was not moving during the elapsed time that you have just short circuited. Some rationalise this by saying that you are moving with the Earth and so that your relative motion is retained, but that implies that you and the Earth are travelling through time together. If you are fixed in place with the earth’s movement, you will simply be frozen in place until you arrive at the new time. This would be kind of annoying for us normal travellers, because the earth would be littered with frozen time travellers hanging around like statues until their timer pings and they come back to life.
If as time travel stories suggests, you vanish and reappear retaining your original motion you would be still heading in the particular direction the Earth had been going before you jumped and because the Earth circles the sun, its direction is changing hour on hour, you would be flying away at a tangent.
The Earth is rotating too, so ignoring the other movement of the Earth, if you want to arrive in the same place, you can only jump in exact multiples of 24 hours, a few minutes’s difference would make you end up in Cornwall instead of Essex or vice versa, but it is not even that simple. Consider time travelling ahead one day. When you arrive, we could assume you would still be moving in the same direction the Earth was going when you left, but you will only have been moving this way for a few subjective seconds that you experience during the time jump, whilst the Earth has kept on going for a whole day and it is moving at about 30km per second around the sun. Since its orbit is a curve, you will now be heading out from Earth’s orbit and so be several miles away from the ground.

You would do well to have started out with either a parachute or a hang glider strapped to you. Attempting a time jump for more than a day and you would need some kind of re-entry vehicle with ablative tiles on it or you would burn up as you plummet down to earth. Travelling backwards in time to go back a day and you could reappear inside the Earth’s core, which would be a bit unfortunate. Assuming you do more or less keep pace with the Earth, if you try to go back in time for a year, you would meet the Earth coming at you like a train. Not cool. Move in time one hundred years either into the future or the past and you would be in deep space with the Earth millions of miles away and hopelessly out of reach.
If somehow you can cancel out the movement problems and arrive in the same place and time of day, if you start at midday and jump six months to the same time of day, you would arrive standing on your head, since the place you started from is now on the far side of the sun and facing your finishing point.
Scientists did not coin the term Space-time for nothing. They are closely related, you cannot do anything without spending some time on doing it. Even reaching for the ketchup on the dinner table involves time. As close as it is to you, it is still separated by time. You can only ever see it as it was a few picoseconds ago, because even light needs some time to reach you. To move it takes more time, whilst both your hand and the ketchup exist at the same time it still takes time for you reach it and pour it out. So everything around you is removed from you in both space and time, showing there is a strong link between the two. Nothing takes no time when moving through space, likewise moving in time displaces you in space.

So time travel is not as straightforward as it seems and to jump in time and land in the same place on the ground would require a lot of movement in space too, with some very complicated calculations to find your way to the place the Earth is/was when you arrive. The most practical time machine you could build would have to be a space-ship as well. You could then head for an empty spot in the solar system where it would be safe to emerge at the end of the time jump, having calculated what is/was in the vicinity at the time you intend to travel to. You would not want to arrive where another object was/is when you arrive. Once you have jumped through time, you would then have to fly your space-ship-time-machine to the new position where the Earth has moved on to, or come from, depending on which way you are going in time. The length of journey to the earth would depend on how far you have jumped through time and could be a considerable distance if you have travelled far in time. So the time jump would need to be a space jump too. Of course, you could call this space-ship-time-machine a ‘Time and Relative Dimension In Space’ machine, the initials of which makes the word TARDIS.
Now where have I heard that before?
So the creators of Dr Who did understand the problem once, but time travel seems to have lost some of the science in science fiction.


Sunday, 6 January 2013

Cover Reveal - Passing Time by Ellie Garrett


I am happy to be hosting an author who writes in one of my favourite genres and who is releasing a collection of short stories entitled;
Passing Time 

Nine Short Tales of the Strange and Macabre 



Book Blurb
Nine dark fiction stories that may just give you nightmares.
A man lives to regret Passing Time.
A father will do anything to save his son in Expiration Date.
An author finds out her worst nightmare is back in The Devil’s Song.
A woman gets more than the claim fee when she takes out vampire insurance in Luna Black.
In Dining in Hell, the Death Valley Diner becomes the wrong place to stop.
A serial killer wants to add another file to his collection in The Vegas Screamer.
In Eating Mr. Bone, an undertaker could meet an unfortunate end.
A con man meets his first ghost in Land of the Free.
And will truth finally be set free in The Letter?

Publication date: 11th February 2013

I will be buying a copy for myself ASAP 

About The Author 

A life-long addiction to reading science fiction and horror, meant writing was the logical outlet for Ellie Garratt’s passions. She is a reader, writer, blogger, Trekkie, and would happily die to be an extra in The Walking Dead. Her short stories have been published in anthologies and online. Passing Time is her first eBook collection and contains nine previously published stories. Her science fiction collection Taking Time will be published later in the year.
Anyone who wears a space suit and makes it look glamourous gets my vote. 

Author Links
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Please visit Ellie’s blog on Friday 11th January, when she will be interviewing Passing Time’s cover designer, Ida Jansson.

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Happy New Year everyone!


I am back after a longish Christmas break with grandchildren and great grandchildren, well ‘great grandchild’ singular.
An enjoyable time, but getting a little time to one’s self for more than a few minutes at a stretch is not always easy. Not without burning the midnight oil and anyway, much of that is taken up with chatting, TV viewing ‘essential’ Christmas TV and movies and playing the new board games distributed amongst the family’s presents, so a busy time all round with no time to blog. We also went to the local Panto, to see Little Red Riding Hood.
So here we are back in January again with the new number 2013 to signify the next twelve months on our calendar. The Earth has made one more circuit of the sun and we are, you may think, back in the same place we were last January.
 Of course in actual fact we are nowhere near the same place, having travelled somewhere in the region of a staggering 22 billion km, or if you prefer, 13.7 billion miles during 2012. 

The sun is moving along with the rest of the galaxy (the Milky Way) and all the closest group of galaxies around us, lickety-split in the direction of the constellations Hydra and Centaurus. We are not travelling towards them, they just happen to be on that side of our local sky in the direction we are moving. This mega collection of galaxies, stars and planets we belong to are falling towards an even bigger collection of stars and galaxies, somewhere beyond the Virgo cluster, sometimes known as the Great Attractor because of the powerful gravitational pull it exerts on everything around it, including us. 
Do not worry, it will be billions of years before we arrive even at the Virgo cluster. Almost certainly the Earth will have ceased to exist, long before then, let alone the ephemeral species of anthropoid we call mankind who have inhabited this planet for only a tiny fraction of time so far.

So happy New Year and may we all travel in peace for a change, after all, the universe is a big and extremely hostile place and we really ought to be working together for our continued future, not squabbling amongst ourselves over issues that become completely insignificant when set against the backdrop of the awe inspiring and unimaginably vast universe we live in.

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Happy Chistmas to all my fellow bloggers

Time has a strange ability to crawl and then suddenly rush past. This is particularly true during November where time crawls by as the days get colder and darker, when suddenly seemingly hours after the first of December it is Christmas. So here it is again almost upon us and everything is all of a rush again. I may not be doing much blogging in the next two weeks but I hope everyone who reads this has a happy Christmas. I will be back in the New Year .

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Christmas presents

Hidden away with care and love, the lovingly wrapped presents remain secret and in delightful anticipation waiting until Christmas day when they can be revealed. The anticipation of the joy and delight you experience when your child receives their gift has been denied to so many and instead become unendurable pain. They will never see their excitement, their happy faces, or hear their laughter ever again. Those presents chosen with such care will remain unopened by their children. Instead parents and partners, uncle and aunts, grandparents and cousins will be grieving for the twenty six they have just lost. My heart goes out to those poor people in Connecticut who have lost something so precious at such a time of year and as a result, Christmas will never be a time of cheer for them ever again.

Friday, 7 December 2012

Been there, seen it, got the T shirt.

The old rockers have been at it again. This time it was Jeff Wayne’s ‘New Generation’ War of the Worlds. The show is currently on at Wembley in the auditorium next door to the stadium and we decided to get there by coach. The coach service has a pickup quite close to our house and so we did not even need to get into town to start our trip. Our pickup point turned out to be the first one for this service and so after having a guided tour of our local town, visiting each of the several pickups, which took the best part of an hour, we headed off along the motorway to the next town, where a few more passengers were picked up. It was interesting to see that most of the other passengers were of a similar age to us. Those of you who may not know, the musical is based on the novel written by H G Wells around 1896, which was the very first invasion by aliens story to have reached a wide audience and has been very popular and continuously in print ever since, with at least two movies made, one quite good and the other more recent one worthy of the golden turkey award for truly terrible movies. Jeff Wayne’s original version of The War of the Worlds was released as a double LP in 1978 and was widely acclaimed and became a regular seller with a couple of spin off hit singles, ‘The Eve of the War’ and ‘Forever Autumn’ both getting high in the charts worldwide and both the LP and the singles were, and are still are, played regularly on air.
By the time we approached the M25, it was gone 6pm and the London rush plateau was in full swing. London has not had an easily identifiable rush hour, as such, for many decades, the congestion lasts most of the day rising around the start and falling off at the end of the working day. Arriving at the M25 junction, we were presented with the usual glare of massed red brake lights as the traffic slowed to a crawl whilst drivers joined and left the M4 for the M25 and vice versa. Nowadays, you have to pay congestion charges if you wish to enter central London and if you are driving a vehicle over a certain size, you either have to comply to the stated emission standards or pay an emissions charge of up to £200 a day.


Congestion charges are a lot cheaper and are applied to a much smaller area of central London. It is interesting that foreign embassy staff are not obliged to pay, owing to diplomatic immunity. However, whilst most embassies do pay the charges for their staff, Germany, Japan, Russia and the USA have never agreed and would now be due for a combined bill of tens of millions of GBP if they paid like everyone else.


The M4 motorway has signs telling you to where to exit, if you are not prepared to pay, before you enter each zone. We passed into the emissions zone and continued on to the North Circular road, which is well outside the congestion zone. We were now in an area of Greater London that was familiar ground to me, having lived and worked in this part of the world for several years and I had also lived not too far away as a child. My father had owned and run a small garage in a village in what many people would call a part of London, but which the residents thought of as quite separate. It was in Hertfordshire when I lived there and was quite rural, being in the green belt, which surrounds London and is now being looked upon with greedy eyes as ultra-prime development land in land-starved Greater London. That part of Hertfordshire has since been annexed by Greater London so now it is part of that urban area, however, to my mind and many of the residents of those parts of the world now incorporated into Greater London, London is still the bit in the middle where the East End and the West End are huddled around the City of London.
Whilst I was a small child, my father would often have to go out to buy specialist spares for his customers' cars when they had broken down. The kind of efficent mail service and big suppliers was not around then and since most of his customers' cars were of pre-war vintage, spares needed searching out and he travelled around the whole of that part of the world searching out the suppliers that still stocked the bits he needed. When not at school I would often accompany him so long before I worked in that area I was familiar with a large part of what is now North and West Greater London.

Wembley is outside London to my, and many other peoples', way of thinking and is also outside the congestion charge zone. Presumably our coach complied with the emissions standards and we slowly crawled into the solid traffic on Hanger Lane and progressed on to Western Avenue towards Wembley. At Hanger Lane (the district not the road, although we were still driving along the road of the same name.) there was a sign to Greenford, which caused a bit of nostalgia, since that was the district I last worked in before I moved to my present home town. I moved from there the same year that Jeff Wayne first released his War of the Worlds album, so there was a connection.

The show was brilliantly done, although apart from having a different cast, not a great deal was added by the new generation. Most of the instrumental bits were supported by a wide screen video above the stage and there was a big cast of actors and actresses who acted out the parts of the invaded Victorians on film, whilst the live singers were inset into the video. A rock ensemble and a full orchestra were on either side of the stage and the volume was wound way way up. Considering how many wrinklies like myself were in the audience, I felt this was unnecessary since our deaf aids work well and we did not need to be shouted at. In fact both myself and The Better Half (TBH) bring ear defenders to such events, which slip discreetly into the ears and make the sound levels bearable. Ironically if you want to buy this kind of industrial ear defender, you can get them at all good music shops that sell modern musical instruments. Roadies and other peripheral staff all use them at live concerts.

During the height of the battle for Earth, a Martian fighting machine arrived on stage
and fired its heat ray into the audience, with the help of some spotlights
 Like the double LP, the show broke off at the point where HG Wells’ Martians had conquered England (for some reason, they did not seem to have landed anywhere else, something that always puzzled me when I first read the story). In the interval, the queues for the loo (‘rest room’ in foreign English) were legendary and we decided it was not that urgent. After the interval the show resumed with the desolation of conquered landscapes using a lot of CGI of red weeds spreading across the land, followed by the scene with the Parson Nathaniel, played by Jason Donovan, wrestling with his inability to save his flock.

Jason Donovan as Nathaniel

The journalist who narrates the story was Liam Neeson and in my opinion not quite up to the original narrator Richard Burton. One of the side effects of having the sound levels so high was that the audience could be barely heard whenever they applauded the end of a scene and I am sure that the performers could not properly hear the response to their performance, which, unless they have some other way of telling how they were received, must have left them feeling a bit flat. The show ended in the same format as the original LP and we filed out quickly to find our coach in the pouring rain. The traffic had reduced a lot by then and only some roadworks held us up getting back round the North Circular and onto the Motorway. Having been the first to board the bus, we were now the last to be returned to our pickup point, having repeated the grand tour of our town in reverse order and it was gone one thirty by the time we got back home. All in all an enjoyable evening and we are now sitting quietly recovering from our lack of sleep and stiff backs resulting from the inevitable uncomfortable seating of a typical rock venue.

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Two seasonal pictures and a picture quiz

 Here are some pictures I took recently.

This is the last stages of autumn in our garden

This is frost and sunlight on a Twisted hazel

This one you may guess, it is not moving and is a solid surface.  I am sure most will realise what it is, you usually get my pictures really easily.