The Human Edge

INTRODUCTION: THE DICKSON EDGE

Wrong!

I know what you’re thinking….

(And it’s not “Do I feel lucky?” If you’re looking at this page, you have a hefty hunk of first-rate science fiction by Gordon R. Dickson in hand, so you are lucky, regardless of what you may feel. I wouldn’t recommend buying a lottery ticket, however—lucking into a Dickson book may have used up your quota of good fortune for the day….)

You’re thinking, these are twelve stories by the same author, all on the same subject, so there’s liable to be a certain similarity from one story to the next….

Actually you are right about there being a similarity from one story to the next, except that the similarity is that all the stories are well-crafted, ingeniously plotted, show a wide range of tone (sometimes amusing, sometimes grim, sometimes a bit of both), and never fail to entertain.

Or, to put it more succinctly, the certain similarity is that these stories are all by the same grand master: Gordon R. Dickson.

Why should anyone want to listen to Bach’s Goldberg Variations, after all? I mean, two sides of an LP—if you remember LPs—or an entire CD taken up by thirty (or thirty-one, if you count the reprise of the aria) variations on one tune, and played on one instrument, either harpsichord or piano… how much variety can there be in that, right?

I’m not going to claim that Gordon R. Dickson was in Bach’s league (but then, who in at least the last 100 years has been?), but as with Bach, you are dealing with a high order of talent and craftsmanship. And Dickson can ring ingenious and fresh changes on one theme.

The theme: when human meets alien, even a more technologically advanced alien, said alien had better not get too cocky. Humans can be very tricky when they need to be, giving them an edge—the human edge.

James Blish, reviewing a Dickson novel several years ago, commented that while many critics lumped Dickson and another sf master, Poul Anderson, together, there was a notable difference. Anderson’s characters might prevail, or they might fail in spite of their valiant struggle, in stories “written from a floor of brave gloom” (as I recall Blish putting it), but Dickson’s characters struggled and prevailed. Dickson’s universe was neither impersonal nor hostile, and the human spirit would win, Blish wrote approvingly.

I recall several Dickson stories (but no novels) with downer endings, so he definitely wasn’t writing from the Pollyanna side of the Force. (I also recall quite a few Blish stories that I consider gloomy, so he wasn’t, either.) But on the whole, in Dickson’s universe, man not only endures, but prevails, to crib a line from Faulkner. (Was he in Bach’s league? You decide.)

Algis Budrys once stated that a sure-fire recipe for being thought profound was frequently to reiterate that the universe is very big, and insignificant humans are very, very small. After noting that though the instruments do show that the universe is very big, that doesn’t necessarily say anything about humans. “They are our instruments, after all,” he added, “and we somehow managed to build them.” He was writing about a writer whom he praised for having “wider horizons” than other writers who were stuck in the big universe/puny humans mode. And while the writer wasn’t Gordon R. Dickson, the same description fits his work very well.

So here Dickson is, spinning virtuoso variations on a theme, in stories written years apart, appearing in many different publications, sometimes with humor, sometimes with grim seriousness, and always with wide horizons; not to mention a towering talent for entertaining.

And you definitely will be entertained.

I told you that you should feel lucky, didn’t I?

My appreciative thanks to Jim Baen, who had the idea for a Dickson collection on this theme, gave it its title, and suggested the story “Danger: Human” as the opening shot.