Many years ago, I read some short stories by the Polish science fiction author Stanislaw Lem. I remember they had futuristic elements like interstellar travel but they also included a certain amount of communist doublespeak about socialist this and soviet that. And that seemed really odd.
But recently War Dog mentioned favorably the “The Cyberiad” collection of stories and its mathematical love poem so I decided to give Lem another whirl.
The stories in this book are the adventures of two robot inventors, or as they are called in their world Constructors, named Trurl and Klapaucius. And when I say robot inventors I mean to say that they are inventors who are themselves robots. They are friends and rivals and from time to time enemies. They go on assignments together or separately taking on contracts to build just about anything imaginable. And sometimes they build things for themselves that don’t always seem to be very sensible. For instance, one- time Trurl constructed a machine that could create anything starting with the letter n. It could make needles, negligees, nepenthe, narcotics, nimbuses, noodles, nuclei, neutrons, naphtha, noses, nymphs, naiads but not natrium. And why not? Because natrium is Latin for sodium and in English sodium starts with s! Later on, being told to make nothing almost puts an end to the universe but luckily Trurl stops the machine just in time.
So as you can see this is comic science fiction. It’s something sort of in the same vein as Douglas Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” but what it also reminds me of is Lewis Carroll and his Wonderland stories. There is an enormous amount of wordplay and punning going on in the stories. The interesting thing is that a lot of the word play is specific to English and these stories were written in Polish which makes me wonder if the translator had to find English equivalents for Polish puns.
The Constructors become involved in adventures that take them all through the cosmos fulfilling contracts for kings and emperors and pirates and sometimes for common people who just really need help. They build monsters and demons and story telling machines and even machines that know everything about the whole universe. Interestingly it seems most of the universe is populated by robots and other cybernetic beings. Organic beings exist and seem to be pretty generally looked down upon by the robots. But the robots are very human in their foibles and behavior and none more so than our heroes Trurl and Klapaucius.
Mixed in with the zaniness of each of their adventures is a good dose of irony about the human condition. The selfishness and cruelty of many of their employers and the vanity and greed of the Constructors themselves is often the point of the stories and the fantasy setting is there to add humor and interest to the tale. And also Lem is enjoying the poetic aspect of the words. Sure, we can’t hear the Polish words to know it’s poetical but based on the English words you can see that Stanislaw Lem is like a “drunken lord of language” always using twenty words for effect where one is needed for meaning. Here’s an example:
“Multitudinous are you?”
“We are!” they shouted, bursting with pride. “We are innumerable.”
And others cried:
“We are like fish in the sea.”
“Like pebbles on the beach.”
“Like stars in the sky. Like atoms!”
You get the idea. Lem is a poet. And his stories are parables. And because of this I find that it needs to be broken up and digested in small chunks. Each of the chapters is a separate story and should be approached as such. With all of the word play and digressions you can lose track of the nub of the story if you’re tired and not paying attention so I wouldn’t suggest reading them at night before going to bed. This happened to me once or twice and I realized this wasn’t the kind of material that can be enjoyed at high speed like an adventure novel. But if you give each story some time and attention it will reward you with a smile and a chuckle. I’m glad now I was made aware of The Cyberiad. I will enjoy returning to the adventures of the two intrepid Constructors Trurl and Klapaucius on some cold night in January when my world needs something lighthearted and clever to get me through the short days and long nights of winter. But if you don’t like an airy, poetical style of writing this might not be for you.