A collection of short stories written between 1983 and 2000, all of which have appeared elsewhere, though in a diverse range of publications (most of them were new to me). Readers familar with M. John Harrison's work will not be disappointed by the quality of this collection, but admirers may be a little disquieted by the fact that that the earlier stories seem superior to the later (some of which are mere shards: in the manner of the later novels but lacking the substance).
More seriously, there is little here to surprise. One of the joys of this author's work has been his mutation from 'New Worlds' clone (author of the Ballardian 'The Committed Men' and the early short story collection 'The Machine in Shaft Ten' to distinctive fantasist in the 'Viriconium' sequence, and then to mainstream author of real achievement. It is hard to imagine that the same writer could have been responsible for 'The Centauri Device', 'A Storm of Wings', 'Climbers', and 'The Course of the Heart', all excellent and highly recommendable. 'Travel Arrangements' by contrast is very much a sampler rather than an advance, and there is a sense that the best of the author's writing in this later vein has appeared elsewhere: notably in the earlier collection 'The Ice Monkey', whose best story, 'Egnaro', anticipates much of the present collection's imagery and tone of voice.
However, Harrison's standard remains high, and no reader of 'Travel Arrangements' is likely to be disappointed. It is a remarkably unified collection considering the extended period of composition, and fails only by comparison with the best of his earlier achievements.
I consider Harrison to be one of the most underrated writers of his generation, and I strongly recommend anyone interested in English fiction of high quality to investigate further. In particular, readers who habitually avoid fantasy and science fiction because of the genre's juvenile associations should be aware that Harrison more than most is traduced by his earlier reputation in those fields. He is one of a small number of English writers (I would add the names of Iain Sinclair, Robert Holdstock, Mary Gentle and Haydn Middleton) who are extending the legacy of the classic English fantasists while avoiding the traps of genre cliche. Harrison is also one of the few contemporary writers whose feeling for English provincial life rings true. Why his name is not mentioned more frequently alongside those of Ballard and Angela Carter (and above that of of Ian McEwan, as on the jacket of 'Travel Arrangements') escapes me. I await his next novel with anticipation.
Three stars by Mr. Harrison's exacting standards: four by comparison with almost everything else this year.