Arthur C. Clarke can be funny?

 Every few years, I find myself rereading Tales from the White Hart by Arthur C. Clarke. After reading The Travel Tales of Mister Joseph Jorkens, I felt almost obligated to revisit the book.

Tales from the White Hart is a collection of club stories, all science fiction tall tales, being told at the White Hart pub. They are all comedic, which makes this only comedy I’ve read by Clarke. (He may have written more and I just don’t know about them)

While the fantastic club story is now a well established genre, Tales from the White Hart is a relatively old example. (Although, looking it up, Gavagan’s Bar is just a little bit older) All of the stories in the White Hart fall firmly in the Science Fiction camp, although some, like the Reluctant Orchard and What Goes Up, are pretty ridiculous. Which is admitted in story :D

Clarke himself is the narrator but most of the stories are told by the hopefully fictional Harry Purvis. And when he isn’t telling the story, Harry is annoyed by that fact. Harry Purvis is a classic Munchausen, someone who has been everywhere and knows everybody. And he gets a bit of development by the last story.

What is interesting to me is that Clarke was apparently friends with Lord Dunsany and actually name-drops Jorkens at one point. However, Clarke’s stories remind me a lot more of Wodehouse’s club stories, like Mr. Mulliner. For one thing, they are flat out comedies while the Jorkens stories I read have more melancholy and wonder. There is a snarky tone running though White Hart. And the gender dynamics of henpecked men and in-charge women also reminds me of Wodehouse :D

But Wodehouse is great so that’s okay.

Tales from the White Hart isn’t the best collection of club stories I’ve ever read. But the stories are consistently good all the way through.

(Okay. Since someone will ask, I enjoy the Callahan stories (although their quality can drastically vary), the Draco Tavern Stories and the Black Widowers (which isn’t fantastical but is by Asimov) more than the White Hart)

Childhood’s End - still powerful more than 70 years later

I first read Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke while on vacation sometime when I was in middle school. I was very lucky that I had absolutely no idea what the book was about, apart from seeing the illustration of the Overlords in Barlow’s Guide to Extraterrestrials.

I still remember being floored by the book. The ending took me by surprise. A couple years later, I read a speech by Kurt Vonnegut where he gives away the ending in the first couple sentences and I was really glad I went in knowing nothing.

(I was similarly lucky and happy to read both The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and Murder on the Orient Express completely ignorant)

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Okay, Childhood’s End is about how the human race is conquered by benevolent aliens called the Overlords. They bring peace and harmony to the world but their end goal is to help humanity ascend to a higher power, ending the human race for all intents and purposes.

Rereading the book, it’s interesting how dated some elements of it are. The Cold War, the Space Race and memories of WW II are a strong part of the background of the first generation under the Overlords. There are also some comments about race which were clearly written before the civil rights movement.

I also find it hard to believe that any author in recent years (maybe any author post-new wave) could have the human race give in so peacefully to alien invaders. The ease which humanity slides into the utopia before the last generation is born strains my suspension of disbelief.

Having said all that, Childhood’s End is still a powerful and profound book, one that is still a genuine masterpiece of literature. The lack of conflict gives the book a dreamy feel that makes it easier to get pulled in.

I always forget, every time I read the book, how little control and understanding the Overlords have over humanity ascending to the Overmind. Instead of either master puppeteers or following a precise set of instructions, they are clearly doing their best to guide a tsunami. This actually makes the whole ascension thing more powerful by making it more mysterious and unknown.

Childhood’s End isn’t my favorite Clarke book. That would be Fountains of Paradise or maybe Rendezvous With Rama. However, there is no denying that it is powerful and brilliant.