Ken Liu’s ‘The Hidden Girl’ Loops Through Space and Time – WIRED

I point up at the kite, hoping shell see how I picked out a fairy whose face looks like hers. But the kite is too high up now for her to notice the resemblance. Ive let out all the string . I wish the kite could fly higher, I say, desperate to keep the words flowing, as though unspooling more conversation will keep something precious aloft.

This particular story, as well as Altogether Everywhere, Vast Herds of Reindeer, are sort of structural analogs to a stark, short sketch called Memories of My Mother, in which a mother cheats death and time by electing to see her child only in slices, like a two-dimensional person might experience a three-dimenional person, once every seven years through a time-dilatory trick that swells the heart and ultimately reverses their roles.

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Absent and illusory though Lius parents often are, their love remains fiercely real. (When the mother and daughter in Seven Birthdays are reunited after aeons, at the center of the galaxy, the world brightens with the light of a million billion suns.) That kind of tension between being together and being apart, between reality and non-reality, between corporality and etheriality, suffuses many of the stories. In The Hidden Girl, the narrator relishes the physicality of this mortal coil: I like to stay in this world, to remain surrounded by the night breeze and the distant hoots of the owl.

These stretchy dichotomies are particularly apparent when it comes to Singularity Stuff. What if humans uploaded into the Matrix become gods who long to fall back to earth? From The Gods Have Not Died in Vain: It turned out that deep down, all the gods had similar vulnerabilities, a kind of regret or nostalgia for life in the flesh that seemed reflected at every level of organization. It was a blind spot, a vulnerability, that could be exploited in the war against the gods.

Or is what we think of as our existence really something set in motion by some kind of superintelligence? Is a living planet just a computing machine powered by a sun? From Seven Birthdays: Even if weve always suspected that we also live in a grand simulation, we prefer the truth to be otherwise.

Woah man, that's deep. Yes, let the marble that is your (non-uploaded) brain roll around in that cosmic Klein bottle as you make your way through the book. Some of the stories, though, are less delicious to inhabit. Liu, who is also a Harvard-trained lawyer, says in his intro that a good story cannot function like a legal brief, which attempts to persuade and lead the reader down a narrow path suspended above the abyss of unreason. Hes right, and in a few places, like Byzantine Empathy, his characters start speechifying to each other and those tales are less delightful, less emotional (in a story about empathy, no less). In those (rare) moments, he loses the audience. But even in that story, hes navigating the space between whats real and whats not, tumbling and faceting that notion just as he does elsewhere, examining the people and aliens in this hot-fleshed chaotic world and how they might interact with spirits and memory, say, or even how they might express their love for the cool post-singularity mathematical souls that live inside the machine.