Quels sont les meilleurs aliens ?
Posté : mer. mars 31, 2010 11:25 am
C'est une question que le site SF Signal a posé à plusieurs auteurs ici.
Voici la réponse de Neal Asher
For me the best has to be H R Giger's creation...no I refuse to misuse the word eponymous...from the film of that name. In my time I've ranted about what I consider to be art and generally have seen very little I could call both art and truly original (Maybe that's because I hadn't see enough art, and certainly my view is changing now with what I'm seeing produced by the CGI crowd.), but way back in years of yore when I opened up a copy of Omni, turned over a page and saw my first H R Giger picture, I felt I was seeing something truly original and bloody good. I'm not sure if I even knew, when I went to see Alien, that he was the designer of both alien and weird sets, but I certainly knew afterwards. At that point I felt that the curse of the rubber head had died. The alien in that film and its sequels was not something you could laugh at - aliens had just grown up.
As for aliens in SF books, in them there seems to be a general failure of imagination, perhaps because the roles the aliens fill are so often too human: aliens as oppressed natives, the subject of bigotry, dominant overlords, invaders etc. Whilst they are often described in loving detail, that which is alien about them only goes as deep as the bone (or substructural biology of choice) and very often doesn't extend to the mind. There's still some damned good ones out there - Niven's puppeteers spring to mind, as do the manta in Piers Anthony's Of Man and Manta - but generally that which is alien falls foul of story, which can be hampered when, to retain the essentially alien, the writer must not allow the reader to understand it.
Voici la réponse de Neal Asher
For me the best has to be H R Giger's creation...no I refuse to misuse the word eponymous...from the film of that name. In my time I've ranted about what I consider to be art and generally have seen very little I could call both art and truly original (Maybe that's because I hadn't see enough art, and certainly my view is changing now with what I'm seeing produced by the CGI crowd.), but way back in years of yore when I opened up a copy of Omni, turned over a page and saw my first H R Giger picture, I felt I was seeing something truly original and bloody good. I'm not sure if I even knew, when I went to see Alien, that he was the designer of both alien and weird sets, but I certainly knew afterwards. At that point I felt that the curse of the rubber head had died. The alien in that film and its sequels was not something you could laugh at - aliens had just grown up.
As for aliens in SF books, in them there seems to be a general failure of imagination, perhaps because the roles the aliens fill are so often too human: aliens as oppressed natives, the subject of bigotry, dominant overlords, invaders etc. Whilst they are often described in loving detail, that which is alien about them only goes as deep as the bone (or substructural biology of choice) and very often doesn't extend to the mind. There's still some damned good ones out there - Niven's puppeteers spring to mind, as do the manta in Piers Anthony's Of Man and Manta - but generally that which is alien falls foul of story, which can be hampered when, to retain the essentially alien, the writer must not allow the reader to understand it.
