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Multiple Hugo Award winner Vernor Vinge's first full-length novel

As a mud-spattered youngster, Tatja quickly realized she was different from the stone-age primitives with whom she grew up. Her insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge could not be quenched among them; she had to explore and learn more about the strange world she lived on.

She finds the bastion of all culture, arts, entertainment and history for the entire planet, the ...

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Multiple Hugo Award winner Vernor Vinge's first full-length novel

As a mud-spattered youngster, Tatja quickly realized she was different from the stone-age primitives with whom she grew up. Her insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge could not be quenched among them; she had to explore and learn more about the strange world she lived on.

She finds the bastion of all culture, arts, entertainment and history for the entire planet, the seven-hundred-year-old science fiction magazine Fantasie, which is produced entirely aboard a gargantuan floating vessel the size of a small city. But despite the printing presses, sail-powered vessels, and mind-expanding technology, Tatja is still dissatisfied. Rising through the ranks, she finds that the people on the enormous barge are just as unintelligent as the primitives she grew up with. But others have come to the planet who not only challenge her intelligence, but offer her a tantalizing opportunity to uncover answers to mysteries that have long plagued her.

But with opportunity comes risk. And if she acts unwisely, she could bring doom to the only world she knows.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"An excellent and intricate story that provides further evidence that Vinge has become one of the major voices in modern SF."

Science Fiction Chronicle on A Deepness in the Sky

"This is top-drawer hard SF—fast-paced, packed with action, intellectually challenging and, above all, capable of invoking SF's grail: a genuine sense of wonder."

Publishers Weekly "Top 10 of 1999" on A Deepness in the Sky

"This new epic shares the breadth of imagination and vivid storytelling which made the earlier book so justly popular."

The Denver Post on A Deepness in the Sky

"Sporting enough action for a dozen Star Wars sequels, A Deepness in the Sky is filled with unsettling images of mind control and slavery."

The Dallas Morning News

"An ingenious and engaging tale of epic proportions, the kind of feast that fans of true science fiction have been hungry for for a long time."

SFSite on A Deepness in the Sky

"A masterful novel. Breathtaking, one of the premier science fiction novels of the past few years. Vinge is truly an original writer."

NOVA Express on A Deepness in the Sky

"Wow! A Deepness in the Sky is his best book yet and is a damn good example of what first-rate SF can be. Besides a good story with good characters, Vinge has enough throwaway ideas in the background for any three books."

Aboriginal SF

"Vast, riveting far-future saga involving evil gods, interstellar war, and manipulative aliens. No summary can do justice to the depth and conviction of Vinge's ideas. The overall concept astonishes; the aliens are developed with memorable skill and insight; the plot twists and turns with unputdownable tension."

Kirkus Reviews (starred review) on A Fire Upon the Deep

"With uninterrupted pacing, suspense without contrivance, and deftly drawn aliens who can be pleasantly comical without becoming cute, Vinge offers heart-pounding, mind-expanding science fiction at its best."

Publishers Weekly (Starred review) on A Fire Upon the Deep

"A wide-screen science fiction epic of the type few writers attempt any more, probably because nobody until Vinge has ever done it well. Has Hugo Winner written all over it."

Washington Post Book World on A Fire Upon the Deep

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780671653361
  • Publisher: Baen
  • Publication date: 6/1/1987
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 288

Meet the Author

Vernor Vinge has won five Hugo Awards, including one for each of his last three novels, A Fire Upon the Deep (1992), A Deepness in the Sky (1999), and Rainbow's End (2006). Known for his rigorous hard-science approach to his science fiction, he became an iconic figure among cybernetic scientists with the publication in 1981 of his novella "True Names," which is considered a seminal, visionary work of Internet fiction. His many books also include Marooned in Realtime and The Peace War.

Born in Waukesha, Wisconsin and raised in Central Michigan, Vinge is the son of geographers. Fascinated by science and particularly computers from an early age, he has a Ph.D. in computer science, and taught mathematics and computer science at San Diego State University for thirty years. He has gained a great deal of attention both here and abroad for his theory of the coming machine intelligence Singularity. Sought widely as a speaker to both business and scientific groups, he lives in San Diego, California.

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Tatja Grimm's World

By Vinge, Vernor

Tor Books

Copyright © 2006

Vinge, Vernor

All right reserved.

ISBN: 0765308851

Chapter One

Fair Haven at South Cape was a squalid little town. Ramshackle warehouses lined the harbor, their wooden sides unpainted and rotting. Inland, the principal cultural attractions were a couple of brothels and the barracks of the Crown garrison. Yet in one sense Fair Haven lived up to its name. No matter how scruffy things were here, you knew they would be worse further east. This was the nether end of civilization on the south coast of the Continent. Beyond South Cape lay four thousand miles of wild coast, the haunt of littoral pirates and barbarian tribes.
Rey Guille would soon sail east, but the prospect did not bother him. In fact, he rather looked forward to it. For obvious reasons, there weren't many customers along the south coast run. The Tarulle Barge would put in at two of the larger barbarian settlements, villages with a taste for some of Tarulle's kinkier publications. There was also an author living in the coastal wilderness. His production was weird and erratic, but worth an extra stop. Except for these three landfalls, the barge would sail straight around the south coast, free of external problems. It would be thirty days before they reached the Osterlais.
Thirty days, sixty wake periods. Enough time for the translators to prepare the Osterlai and Tsanart editions, enough time for Brailly Tounse torecondition the Tarulle presses. Rey surveyed his tiny office. Thirty days. That might even be enough for him to dispose of his current backlog; manuscripts were stacked from floor to ceiling behind him. The piles on his desk blocked his view of Fair Haven harbor--and more important, the breeze that seeped in from over the water. These were all the submissions taken aboard during their passage through the Chainpearls and Crownesse. There would be some first class stories here, but most would end up as extra slush in Brailly's paper-making vats. (Thus--as Rey had once pointed out in an editorial--every submission to Fantasie eventually became part of the magazine.)
Rey jammed open the tiny windows, and arranged his chair so he could sit in the breeze. He was about halfway through the desk stack: the easy ones he could decide in a matter of seconds. Even for these, he made a brief note in the submission log. Two years from now the Tarulle Publishing Company would be back in the Chainpearls. He couldn't return the manuscripts, but at least he could say something appropriate to the submitters. Other stories were harder to judge: competent but flawed, or inappropriate outside the author's home islands. Over the last few days, a small pile of high-priority items had accumulated beneath his desk. He would end up buying most of those. Some were treasures. Ivam Alecque's planet yarns were based on the latest research in spectrometry; Rey planned a companion editorial about the marvelous new science.
Alas, he must also buy stories that did not thrill him. Fantasie magazine lived up to its name: most of his purchases were stories of magic and mysticism. Even these were fun when the authors could be persuaded to play by internally consistent rules.
Rey grabbed the next manuscript, and scowled. Then there were the truly revolting things he must buy, things like this: another Hrala adventure. The series had started twenty years earlier, five years before he signed on with Tarulle. The first few stories weren't bad, if you liked nonstop illogical action with lots of blood and sex; old Chem Trinos wasn't a bad writer. As was Tarulle custom, Trinos had exclusive control of his series for eight years. Then Tarulle accepted Hrala stories from anyone. The fad kept growing. Otherwise decent writers began wasting their time writing new Hrala stories. Nowadays the series was popular all around the world, and was practically a cult in the Llerenitos.
Hrala the Barbarian Princess: over six feet tall, fantastically built, unbelievably strong and crafty and vengeful and libidinous. Her adventures took place in the vast inland of the Continent, where empires and wars had no need to conform to the humdrum world that readers knew. She was the idol of thousands of foolish male readers and a model for thousands of female ones.
Rey paged slowly through this latest contribution to the legend. Hmph . . . for its kind, the story was well written. He'd have his assistant editor look it over, make it consistent with the background files she kept on the series. He would probably have to buy it. He tossed the manuscript under his desk and made a note in the submission log.
An hour later, Rey was still at it, the "in" pile fractionally smaller. From the decks below his windows came the continuing noise of supplies being loaded, crewmen shouting at stevedores. Occasionally he heard people working on the rigging above him. He had long since learned to tune out such. But now there was a different clatter: someone was coming along the catwalk to his office. A moment later, Coronadas Ascuasenya stuck her head in the doorway. "Boss, such a deal I got for you!"
Uh-oh. When Cor's accent thickened and her words came fast, it was a sure sign she had been swept away by some new enthusiasm. He waved her into the office. "What's that?"
"Tarulle magazines, they don't sell themselves. Other things we need to grab buyer interest."
Rey nodded. Jespen Tarulle had a small circus housed on the afterdecks. They put on shows at the larger ports, hyped all the Tarulle publications. Cor was fascinated by the operation; she was constantly trying to add acts representing stories and authors from Fantasie. She was good at it, too, a natural born publicist. Rey figured it was only a matter of time before higher-ups noticed, and he lost his assistant editor. "What have you got?"
"Whom," she corrected him. She stepped back and waved at someone beyond the doorway. "I present you Hrala, Princess of the Interior!" She pronounced the name correctly, with a throat-tearing rasp that was painful even to hear.
The portentous intro brought no immediate action. After a moment, Cor stepped to the door and spoke coaxingly. There were at least two people out there, one of them a printsman from Brailly's crew. A second passed, and someone tall and lanky bent through the doorway. . . .
Rey rocked back in his chair, his eyes widening. The visitor was remarkable, though not in the way Cor meant. It was a female: there was a slimness in the shoulders, and a slight broadening in the hips. And she was tall. The ceiling of Guille's office was six feet high; the girl's tangled red hair brushed against it. But scale her down to normal size and she might be taken for a street waif. Her face and hair were grimy. A bruise darkened her face around one eye. With her arrival the room filled with the smell of rancid grease. He looked at her clothes and understood the source of part of the smell. She was dressed in rags. There were patches on patches on patches, yet holes still showed through. But these were not the rags of a street waif: these were of leather, thick and poorly cured. She carried a walking staff almost as tall as she was.
The circus people might have use for such a character, though scarcely as Hrala. He smiled at the girl. "What's your name?"
Her only reply was a shy smile that revealed even, healthy teeth. There was a nice face hiding under all the dirt.
Cor said, "She doesn't understand one word of Spräk, Boss." She looked out the door. "What did she call herself, Jimi?"
The printsman stuck his head into the office; there wasn't room for three visitors. "Good afternoon, Master Guille," he said to Rey. "Uh, it's hard to pronounce. The closest thing in a civilized name would be 'Tatja Grimm.'" The girl's head came up and her smile broadened.
"Hmm. Where did you find her?"
"Strangest thing, sir. We were on a wood detail for Master Tounse, a few miles south of here. Just about noon we came across her on the tableland. She had that there walking stick stuck in the ground. It looked like she was praying to it or something--she had her face down near the end of the stick's shadow. We couldn't see quite what all she was doing; we were busy cutting trees. But some boys from the town came by, started hassling her. We chased them off before they could do anything."
"And she was eager to stay with you?"
"She was when she saw we were from the barge. One of our crew speaks a little Hurdic, sir. Near as he can tell, she walked here from the center of The Continent."
Three thousand miles, through lands which--until very recently--had swallowed up every expedition. Rey cast a look of quiet incredulity at his assistant. Cor gave a little shrug, as if to say, Hey, it will make great copy.
The printsman missed this byplay. "We couldn't figure out quite why she made the trip, though. Something about finding people to talk to."
Rey chuckled. "Well, if Hurdic is her only language, she certainly came to the wrong place." He looked at the girl. During the conversation, her eyes had wandered all about the office. The smile had not left her face. Everything fascinated her: the carved wall panels, the waist-high stacks of manuscripts, Guille's telescope in the corner. Only when she looked at Rey or Cor or Jimi did her smile falter and the shyness return. Damn. Didn't Cor realize what she had here? Aloud he said, "This is something I should think about. Jimi, why don't you take this, ah, Tatja over to the public deck. Get her something to eat."
"Yes, sir. Tatja?" He motioned her to follow him. The girl's shoulders slumped for an instant, but she departed without protest.
Cor was silent till their footsteps had faded into the general deck clamor. Then she looked at Guille. "You're not going to hire her." It was more an accusation than a question.
"You'd find her more trouble than she's worth, Cor. I'd wager she's a local girl; who ever heard of an inlander with red hair? Watching her, I could see she understood some of what we were saying. Whatever Hurdic she speaks is probably in Jimi's imagination. The poor girl is simply retarded; probably caused by the same glandular problem that's sprouted her six feet tall before she's even reached puberty. My guess is she's barely trainable."
Cor sat on one stack of manuscripts, propped her feet on another. "Sure, she's no inlander, Boss. But she's not from Fair Haven. The Haveners don't wear leather like that. She's probably been expelled from some local tribe. And yes, she's a dim brain, but who cares? No need for The Great Hrala to give big speeches in Spräk. I can teach her to strut, wave a sword, make fake Hurdic war talk. Boss, they'll love her in the Llerenitos."
"Cor! She doesn't even look like Hrala. The red hair--"
"Wigs. We got lotsa nice black wigs."
"--and her figure. She just doesn't have, uh . . ." Guille made vague motions with his hands.
"No tits? Yes, that's a problem." The "true" Hrala danced through her adventures wearing next to nothing. "But we can fix. The vice magazine people have props. Take one of their rubber busts and wrap it in brassiere armor like Hrala wears. It'll fool an audience." She paused. "Boss. I can make this work. Tatja may be dim, but she wants to please. She doesn't have any place else to go."
Guille knew this last was not part of the sales pitch; Ascuasenya had a soft streak that undermined her pragmatism. He turned to look out at Fair Haven. A steady stream of supply lighters moved back and forth between the town's main pier and the deeper water surrounding the barge. Tarulle was due to lift anchor tomorrow noon. It would be two years before they returned to this part of the world. Finally he said, "Your scheme could cause real problems the next time we visit this dump. Come the night wake period, go into town and look up the crown's magistrate. Make sure we're not stealing some citizen's kid."
"Sure." Cor grinned broadly. Victory was at hand. Guille grumbled for a few more minutes: Hiring an actress would mean going up the chain of command to Overeditor Ramsey, and perhaps beyond him to Jespen Tarulle. That could take days, and much debate. Guille allowed himself to be persuaded to hire the girl as an apprentice proofreader. The move had a certain piquancy: how many writers had accused him of employing illiterate nitwits as proofreaders?
Finally, he reminded his assistant editor that she still had a full-time job preparing the issues that would sell in the Osterlais. Cor nodded, her face very serious; the Hrala project would be done on her own time. He almost thought he'd intimidated her . . . until she turned to leave and he heard a poorly suppressed laugh.
Copyright 1987 by Vernor Vinge


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