This 2002 collection of short stories, novellas, and novellettes confusingly bears an identical title to a 1980 collection which also consisted of short stories by the same author. However this more recent collection features different content than that of the 1980 release, except for three pieces which appear in both volumes: “Halfjack”, the titular “Last Defender of Camelot”, and (my personal favorite) “For a Breath I Tarry”. That said, there is enough difference in content between the two collections that one should not be passed over for the other.
Zelazny’s work stood out among that of his peers during science-fiction’s incredibly productive period between 1965 and 1985 by means of a relentlessly emotive perspective through which we must view his stories — in other words, the author realized that his own perspective could not be removed from its position between the story and the reader, and he embraced, rather than attempted to minimize, this reality. Though never sentimental, his writing delves deep into psychological themes including the contrast between the objective-natural and subjective-personal way in which characters respond to situations. In these stories, we are as often invigorated by characters who take matters into their own hands and shape their destinies, as we are horrified by impersonal circumstance that draws characters helplessly toward an inevitable fate.
Due to the nature of the format in which Zelazny has chosen to work, some stories thrust the reader into a narrative without any introductory context, which necessitates our quickly learning to swim to avoid sinking into confusion. This is characteristic of Zelazny; clarity is sometimes downplayed in favor of impact. At times, common English storytelling syntax is altogether discarded. These passages form a continuum of narrative in which subjects disintegrate and are replaced by the raw function of individual words, or small groupings of words, which form concepts only after some more detail is provided for the reader (which usually occurs only a little later into the story).
And here is where Zelazny’s talent comes into focus; ability to economize detail by subjecting us to only the most critical information. We are shown only what we need to be shown in order for his worlds to makes sense, and even then, the worlds do not always make the sense that we desire for them to make! The reality of which he intends to convince us is never diluted, and this fact can be straining on readers not prepared to let their minds flow with this style of minimal (but not minimalist) narrative.
A common theme explored here by Zelazny is the nature of consciousness; both its fragility and robustness. In some versions of his universe, self-awareness creeps virus-like into any system with sufficient recursive information processing functionality. In others, semi-sentient beings struggle to apprehend the reality of emotional reaction that leads to recursive information processing. Either way, it seems as if Zelazny considers the development of consciousness to be a part of a universally natural progression, just as water can be expected to flow to the lowest point it can reach.
For some examples: In one world, a post-human Earth is ruled by a benevolent Skynet-like entity whose plans for a perfectly logical planet are shattered by one particular computer’s desire to understand humanity, which leads him to experiment with illogical activity. In another world, the heroine’s lover is trapped within the confines of a sadistic artificial intelligence that is sustained by a black hole, and she must journey inside this monstrous entity that delights in her suffering. This makes me think of the phrase, “You can’t make this stuff up,” only applied inversely. These are worlds which feel necessarily invented by the human mind; imagination searching for its own boundaries and, in the process, establishing them. Perhaps imagination is limitless but eventually our excursions out of the ordinary will run up against nonsense. Zelazny’s sure guidance takes us to the brink but never leaves the realm of rationally speculative science-fiction.
Other stories are mainly focused on highly imaginative and action-pack quests undertaken by a hero for a noble purpose; not a groundbreaking structure for storytelling but nevertheless a fresh experience. For example, a man’s consciousness is drawn into Japan’s computer network and learns to manipulate electrical impulses in the physical world outside of the machinery. With this power he causes horrifically mutated creatures to materialize in thin air and stalk his still-human ex-lover, attempting to draw her into the world of raw information, and she fights through several of these monsters to find and confront the mad mind trapped in its electronic paradise. Another story has powerful wizards living in the modern world, pitted against one another in a series of intrigues and battles, including a stunning duel that takes place in a volcano.
This then is the power of Zelazny’s literature: He penetrates deep into the potential expressiveness of the medium and generates experiences for us that would not be possible to craft with the restrictions of other materials. Unlike other excellent science-fiction works (such as Ender’s Game, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and Dune) from Zelazny’s peers, these stories were never (and probably could not be) effectively translated into the visual realm of film. This is because Zelazny does not bother drawing fine distinctions between mind and matter; in his worlds, both affect one another in such a way that it becomes redundant to suppose that the psychological and the physical are separate causal realms. For this uniquely holistic perspective, as well as for the raw excitement of tense, engaging prose, Zelazny is unmatched.