Ian Watson

(contemporary British sci-fi author, born on Tyneside, England, 1943)


Ian Watson is one of the best contemporary science-fiction authors and philosophers, a real sci-fi giant, writer of wit and intelligence who has been as underpublished as well as underrecognized in the U.S.A. and many other countries.


Ian Watson's works were only five times nominated, e.g. his short story "Slow Birds" concerning the missiles from a parallel world was nominated for both a Hugo and a Nebula back in 1983. Paradoxically, Ian Watson never won the award...

Nebula Best Novel nominee (1975) : The Embedding
Hugo Best Short story nominee (1979) : The Very Slow Time Machine
Nebula Best Novellette nominee (1983) : Slow Birds
Hugo Best Novellette nominee (1984) : Slow Birds
British Fantasy Society Best Novel nominee (1997) : Oracle






Quotes from Watson's works:

"(Sheikh Muradi said:)... Ah, Salim, in what way is it our century? Do we own time? Do we generate time?"
"God's century it is," agreed an elder.
"He recreates the world every moment," another nodded.
"Is time 'real'? Then hand me some! Is the world-within-time real? No, reality is elsewhere. It is where Khidr moves. God sustains the illusion of the world for us. Where is your consciousness, Salim? Can you show me some of it?"
Salim scratched his head..."

(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 89)


"Muradi had said then that God makes metaphors for men: which are their lives...
Life's events were shadows cast by another species of Being, even though they were perfectly solid shadows..."
(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 125)


"(Bonaparte said:) "It is pattern that organises all living matter, and ultraviolet rays that carry the patterning information from one cell to the next. Yet it is not only living matter that transmits. All the vibratory atoms in the whole universe - whether in living cells or in non-living cells - transmit information. So it is hard to say where the boundary is between life and non-life! Or even if there is any true boundary at all. Here our understanding of the living universe - a universe that is itself a living entity - really starts.""
(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 118)


"Nature isn't an enemy, to be fought and beaten. That way lies planetary suicide - and it's been our way far too long. Oh, once it was different! Primitive Man felt at one with Nature, in all her moods - foul as well as fair. Power flowed through him because of this, and he enjoyed a psychic oneness. He couldn't come to terms with his awakening intelligence within the bosom of Nature. He rejected the Mother, then repressed the guilt of it. It was a self-alienation - but he turned it outside, don't you see? Man is the ultimate obsessional neurotic - and this split has been widening ever since, so that civilization is one long fight against untold evils 'out there': devils, or other nations, or natural 'disasters', or the plain 'stubborness' of Nature in making us sweat for her fruits. And all the time the evil is inside - it's the denial of Nature and the rhythms of the world..."
(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 134-135)


"... in the moment that he thought 'I', a whirlpool sprang up around him: a vortex that resisted the Void, and contradicted it. This vortex separated him from his previous state, which was now uncapturable - though now he yearned for it. The vortex walled him off; it only possessed an inside surface.
It spun and its spin generated time.
It spun and its spin separated all the hierarchies of existence: particle, atom, molecule; bacterium, animal, intelligence... turn upon higher turn of organization. He sensed that this miniature universe was the Universe in essence: that it contained all galaxies, all worlds, all living beings, all his memories.
Its umbilicus was everywhere at once, spinning vortex out of Void, drawing it back again. Particles constantly emerged, and returned. Minds too: all minds arose from the same Void-awarness, and rejoined it...
How long did this universe last? It was instantaneous, since its starting point and its vanishing point within the Void were the same timeless event. The white hole of emergence was the black hole of disappearance, around the turn of time. Yet within itself it enclosed aeons, tide up in this Moebius strip.
How did it sustain itself? By exclusion, by separation, by inaccessibility. By the split of subject from object, of observer from observed - which brought about cause and effect, and natural laws... "
(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 186-187)

"The universe was freely self-determining, for all events were thoughts; and everything contributed thus to the general maintenance of existence - every microbe, every plant, every stone. Naturally, later events must be able to cause earlier events - or else, he saw, there would be no evolution, only random combinations; nor would there be a unified space-time."

(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 196)

"... and the whole world was a simulation, a perfect fiction. A book that actually was blank. Nothing wrote it, but itself; and how this could be was the greatest mystery. For if he could read it properly he knew that all the words would disappear."
(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 202)


"(Deacon said:) "...Whenever you investigate, you alter. When the thing doing the investigating is part of the system being investigated, you damage the perfection - the wholeness of the model. The model's what we call reality. You inject some extra consciousness, a higher awareness, so something must be deleted - if you're stuck on the same level. Or else reality would be overful. You actually take up part of the programme that sustains the 'authentic world'. It bleeds out... some data, which sustain flesh and blood and the world; bleeds by as much as it's enriched.""
(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 208)

"How did one define an 'entity'? Was it a single body cell, or the whole body? Or was it the whole ecology this body was part of? Where did one draw the line? Was a stone a separate object - or the single atoms that made it up? Or the much larger rock it must have fractured from? Or the whole desert environment? When did a stone become too small to be a stone?..."

(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 210)

"The separating mechanism, he had already seen in his vision of the vortex. It was: point of view, observer and observed, leading inevitably to the consciousness of separate minds. The potential for separate consciousness was built into the basic subject-object, cause-effect, law-obedient nature of reality. And all these separate, 'individual' foci of awareness, the existence of all the separate entities there were, prevented the universe from realizing itself and vanishing, for as long as these existed."

(Ian Watson: Miracle Visitors, p. 210-211)


"So easy to lose track of time, where time is ours to construct. How long have we been en route? Forever - and no time at all. Clocks tick on, yet they are only clockwork toys. True time depends upon our attention..."
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 13)

"With the help of the alien drive our senses construct the reality as if we are in a higher plane of the universe, one of unbound thought, not of solid things. Our voyage occurs simultaneously. I believe, but our sense of duration, our construction of time determines the apparent rate of progress. Which is why we have to think in terms of probability of arriving rather than actual distance travelled as such. Without duration we couldn't think a thought from one moment to the next. Possibly, for beings sufficiently advanced such a journey might take no time at all..."

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 41)


""The current of history is irresistible". What a fine cliche! And what does it mean? Nothing at all. There's only the present..."
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 120)


"Heaven, misunderstood, ungrasped, out of focus, must be Hell..."
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 135)

"(Tharliparan says:) "Death is not dead. Beyond death is Askatharli where all our acts have their prototypes. Menka is full. Menka is part of our world - the other side to it - but Menka is also all around us. Think of it, rather, as Askatharli. Because of the physical condition of our world, with one side empty, we tend to teach children, to begin with, by this simple analogy...""

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 141)

""Each connects with all the others in Askatharli space," says Samti. "A hero can imagine his journey from here to there across the whole world. Wherever you are, each is at the centre of all the others.""

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 147)

"(Zeraini says:) "In Askatharli space there are centres of generation - jewels within the setting of the Imagining. The law of the veil - by which the world shall see only itself, in the mirror which it is - is partly suspended in these jewel regions. So rich is the Imagining here, so bright the faces of the jewel, that wordly existence can be dual: both of the world, yet beyond it. So rich is it, that entities with no personal being of their own, which are intermediate between the Imagining and the world, may project into reality if reality calls them forth."
"Angels," murmurs Zoe."

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 148)

""... There is a Veil Being. It is a quasi-life form which balances on the interface - exists on the standing wave - between reality and the creative force that is beyond reality. It is part of the "energy circuit" between what you term "God", and the created universe - in our terms, between the descent of Being into the world and its reprocessing back through death, which is psychic counterpart of the continual fluxing in and out of existence of the entire material cosmos. This part of the "energy-psyche circuit" that we call the Veil Being has achieved an independent, yet parasitical rebel existence. In Salman's terms this is a ... Satan.""

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 165)


"... (Russians) must speak carefully; it's second nature to. A suzerainty prevails, existing eternally like a force of nature..."
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 176)


""We are machine intelligences. As cybernetic intelligences, we ask of the universe not what it is but what it does. Our answer is this: the universe is the domain of all possible modalities of life - all possible "presences" of what you term "God". The observation of reality, through reality, is the control mechanism of the cosmos. Thus reality becomes known to itself. Without living observers, ontologically there is no universe."
"Because no one would be present."
 "Exactly. Your "God" is a blind steersman who discovers the terrain of "Himself" through the eyes of conscious beings. Cybernetically the universe is open to creative energy, but it is information-tight in so far as it only knows itself. From a higher-order viewpoint, though, it is open - but only when the "presences" of life return through death into the original field of unconstrained imagination. A "seal" is set on the universe, which safeguards Nature so that it does not flow back from achieved reality to the archetypes of being."
"Creation is safeguarded by a seal, yes!"
"This seal is being subverted by a Veil Being, which is part of that seal itself...""
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 181)

"Peter frowns. "I'd have thought the primitive mind would be more in key with Askatharli. Sky-contact - the sense of an intimate contact with the beyond; it's something from the primitive past on Earth - something which the last shamans looked back on nostalgically. It was a talent progressively lost. It was something deep in a Golden Age of the imagination which withdrew further and further..."
"Yet here the Golden Age is now," whispers Zoe. "Subsequent to the age of steel and city and machine? Does time flow backwards?"
"They aren't interested in time," I remind her. "The most important part of their lives is lived outside time, in imagination space, dream space. Time isn't... flowing. Not for them.""

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 194)


"(Salman says:) "The Prophet, blessings be upon Him, once said that God hides Himself behind seventy thousand veils of light and darkness. If God lifted these, then the brightness of His face would consume whoever gazed on it. If the veil is lifted and the world nevertheless continues to exist, what is the agent of this miracle? How long can a world continue to exist thereafter? May one speak of a veil which has become conscious of itself - through the minds of the creatures that it veils from the divine imagination? Wouldn't this be an Iblis, a Satan? The Chinese used to believe that some animal fed upon dreams - The tapir, yes.""
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 198)

"(Mulla Kermain says:) "... Consider the Descent of Being. The Imagining yearns to know itself through the medium of what it has imagined. So it descends from the realm of absolute, non-manifested light which is forever invisible to us..."
"Like the vacuum of space?"
Indeed, Salman. It descends through the veils of cherubic energies which have no individual free existence of their own, into this manifest world which contains the infinitely varied presences of God. At each level there is set a seal. Only the Imagining holds the key, or the manifest world would flow back into it immediately...""

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 212)


"(Mulla Kermain says:) "... One text, if I remember, read. "This world is a bridge, to be crossed. Weigh well what you find  on your way across. Evil surrounds goodness everywhere - and is stronger than goodness." What that really meant was that evil veils goodness, in the same way as Iblis tries to veil the truth; and furthermore that there must be veils. Because, if God were seen nakedly, the world must vanish. I think that is why Iblis was able to draw a veil across the Prophet's eyes. A veil allows the world to be. "The world is its own veil.""
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 214)


""Many worlds are conjoined to God's World, through the space that imagines them." The Zeraini gestures. "A hero chooses his track. He imagines it into being. When one of you has died, the other can walk home. All the way home."
"The breath of Being traverses all existence constantly," croons Shabeet's Tharliparan. "It renews existence all the time. At every moment the whole universe ceases to exist and is restored again."
"You mean that space-time is being switched off and on again all the time?""
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 226)


"We are 'in' a superfluid, superconducting emptiness, so charged with the potential for being that nothing can yet be. Distance no longer has a meaning, nor size, nor length, breadth, height. A whole cosmos is 'here': in this monad which we are, infolding immensities in a set of self-connected points. This space has a granular, quantal structure - composed of 'moments' of existence, even though time is all one to it. Yet somehow we can slip through the quantal grain into successive facets of existence, elsewhere. Lines of light bend through the plane-maze of this monad - guidelines, pathways to other reality-aspects. They knot themselves into nodes, which are destinations. We're only separated from these by our 'here'-bound lives. If one of us dies, and the other one lives, I know that the other can pass through step by step on the wings of the dead one's imagining. Even now, we can see through - unscrambling those far nodes, not by focusing directly on them, but in reflection in our shields. For here reflects there, and there reflects here - just as the whole universe reflects what underlines it. And now those nodes unknot themselves, at our envisaging -"
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 229-230)


"I sense other energies within - beyond - the gas globe, energies that emanate through it from elsewhere, outside reality. They are the energy fields of High Space. They are powers and operators, hypernumbers that exist like angels or Principles. Imaginary qualities which must exist, or the world could not exist. Yet they can't ever be found and counted in the world themselves."
(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 231-232)

"The gas giant is primed for life, but only a weird quasi-life occurs in a crystalline virus form - life which isn't alive yet which replicates itself by high frequency electromagnetic resonance. It is a parasitism with no host to express itself, forever poised on the threshold of life. It is an alphabet in search of a language to express itself. And because of its sheer size and interconnectedness, eventually it yearns and stirs - and captures, not life, for there is none to capture, but the interface between the universe which is imagined, recreated afresh at every moment, and the Imagining of it. It hovers on the very boundary between non-existence and existence. Its own rogue existence balances upon the ebb and tide of being: the breath of the cosmos, a breathing swifter than any human breath, swift as the quantum flip of the electron that ceases in one orbit to re-exist in the next. This quantum breath is what the Veil Being breathes."

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 265-266)

"- A body ... which is being re-imagined from moment to moment..."

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 272)

"Of course, the real power - the God-power - resides in us, who are that fruit. It lies in our quartet self. Peter's speculations about our potential immortality may well be true. We do not eat, we do not drink. This Amy-self feels no need to. We are recreating ourself afresh from moment to moment."

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 274-275)

"We face each other in mind-space. We breathe the quantum breath of the universe as it exists and ceases and re-exists. With our God-bottle in our hand, we imagine the reality of Pilgrim here and now, existing, ceasing, re-existing."

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 279-280)

"We four rip apart. At the same moment our 'selves' part too, opening up, unfolding... Matter is frozen energy, and lives are only frozen presences of the Imagining, crystallizing out of it. So I melt, I flow. What is this 'me'? What was it? Only an aspect, a presence, now returning.
The Veil Being is ripping, too, in a different way - ripping all over, becoming a permeable membrane once again, between the Imagining and reality. Osmosis of trapped souls resumes in a rush, so huge is the pressure against the membrane of that doomed quasi-being. A flood follows in our wake, of surprised alien egos that are also only aspects, presences; which now melt too, and flow.
Who was 'I'? For a moment, all my life is present, all at once. And who I am, is answered.
Now that knowledge flows back into...
energy, the creative energy, answering its question
into light, the light beyond light"

(Ian Watson: God's World, p. 284-285 - the last words)

"(Raoul) stared blankly, hardly focusing. "How would it be," he muttered at last, "to tread the Submerged lands? Would the denizens of the Submerged perceive us as ghostly wraiths? Spooks or will o' the wisps? Vague blobs of light, occasionally solidifying into seemingly solid people? And what would they make of your projected dreams? Would these seem to be silver elves and hunking, dripping giants, and mothmen and such?"
"Do you really believe in the existence of these... counterpeople?"
"Counterfeit people?" he misunderstood me, or deliberately chose to do so. "I must be one of those myself, born into the wrong universe!"
"Surely," said I reasonably, "the Submerged is simply our mythic dimension? It's like a sort of fifth dimension of our world, Raoul. The bulk of people only notice four dimensions: length and breadth and time and height. But there's another one, as well, which you perceive - perhaps it's required as a kind of glue to join the other four together. Let its name be depth; depth is different in nature from height.""
 

(Ian Watson: "In the Mirror of the Earth",
a short story orig. publ. in Lands of Never, ed. by Maxim Jakubowski, 1983,
from Slow Birds and Other Stories, p. 116-117)


""And maybe," Colin said, "the next slice isn't tomorrow at all, but a year away. Maybe the afterlife is only a sampling taken every now and there: a set of cross sections. Maybe tomorrow's just an empty fog, and yesterday too; and it's that emptiness that seals us off from other slices. A cordon sanitaire.""
(Ian Watson: "The Bloomsday Revolution",
a short story orig. publ. in Light Years and Dark, ed. by Michael Bishop, 1984
from Slow Birds and Other Stories, p. 181)

"(James Joyce said:) "So: you're welcome to the omphalos, the navel of the dead time.""

(Ian Watson: "The Bloomsday Revolution",
a short story orig. publ. in Light Years and Dark, ed. by Michael Bishop, 1984
from Slow Birds and Other Stories, p. 186)


""... All day again and again. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday in one. A paring from the fingernail of time. And isn't history the nightmare from which we're all daying to awake?...""
(Ian Watson: "The Bloomsday Revolution",
a short story orig. publ. in Light Years and Dark, ed. by Michael Bishop, 1984
from Slow Birds and Other Stories, p. 189)


quotations are from:


Watson, I. (1990): Miracle Visitors, (1st publ. by Victor Gollancz, Ltd. in 1978), 239 pp., VGSF (Victor Gollancz Science Fiction). London.
Watson, I. (1982): God's World, (1st publ. by Victor Gollancz, Ltd. in 1979), 285 pp., Granada (A Panther Book). London.
Watson, I. (1985): Slow Birds and Other Stories, 190 pp., Victor Gollancz. London.


 
 
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