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Despite the adulation this book has received, and the fact that I thought that the first fifty pages of this book were the beginnings of a masterpiece, I began to see the author as ego-tripping and manipulative, loading the book with hip irony and heavy, hair-splitting religious questions that everyone somehow wants to believe are real and important. I just don’t see it. I do not trust this author, especially after considering the numerous above it all, flip, ego-tripping quotes from her web site and from interviews. As an example, in the afterword: “I am the author and outrank him.”
There is something about this book that truly disturbs me. The adulation for its “cleverness,” “breadth of knowledge,” and “imagination” all seem false. The first fifty pages are brilliant, the last thirty do a good job wrapping the novel up, but throughout the middle I was in a hurry to get this book over with.
People seem to want to believe that this book is raising important questions. But the glib statements of belief or disbelief in God, the characters mouthing the author’s philosophy, are telling, not showing. There is some “good showing” in this story but also way too much “telling.”
The religious questions are boring. Emilio and Anne are narcissists, always supremely concerned with what’s happening to them or in proving their world view. The author seems out to manipulate, pull heartstrings via the use of irony. The irony of the singing really being pornography. Emilio killing the little Runa girl. How ironic!
Ending a section of fiction is like cinching a rope, using a valid emotion or meaning. But too many authors cinch the ending of a section with irony, which is beginning to become a tired cliché. It’s cheap, easy, in tune with current American culture, and always seeks to be the flip and easy last word. Surely this is not what real life is all about.
The suspense over the condition of Emilio’s hands and the true meaning of the singing is contrived. That Sofia manages to trigger a planet-wide revolution with one statement about unequal numbers of oppressor versus oppressed seems a further irony--ain’t we humans just so bad that we can screw things up so badly?
If the singing is so important, it should have been described in much richer detail as opposed to “just can’t be compared to Earth singing.” I admit this would be a challenge, but other writers have spent a lot of time describing what music sounds like and means to them. The author may be thinking that a method of “little or no description” may evoke a special awe, but it definitely doesn’t work.
The Janata are barely described, and the Runa fall too easily back on “cat like.” These are shortcuts to describing something that should be truly alien.
The author lost me at Jimmy showing others his results and immediately these folks start thinking of asteroid travel, as if this were a Hardy Boys adventure. But:
•tIt would have taken a very long time to figure out what was received.
•tThese particular folks would not have been chosen, even by the Jesuits.
•tOther space agencies would have moved faster.
•tTheir contact methods are amateurish.
It would have been better to omit a science fiction plot entirely, or to go beyond into pure fantasy worlds. The author obviously knows a great deal in her paleoanthropology and linguistics fields, knows a lot about the Jesuits, but it seems that she “did research” for asteroids, Alpha Centauri, and other sf aspects, but not enough to have mastered it and made it real.
Emilio and Sofia seemed real, at least at first, until Emilio devolved into his boring religious bleatings and Sonia inexplicably cast off her childhood trauma and became a loving housewife, but the others just stand for the author’s thoughts, or are used as plot convenience. D.W. is an irritating cliché. Anne seems a flattering self-image for the author. Anne is always right, witty, and full of a false-sounding gusto that, again, is somehow always right. She has no shadow.
The two societies repeat the Eloi and Morlocks in Wells’ The Time Machine.
I don’t say a powerful writing could not have been brought out of this. But I feel this author is talking down to the reader, attempting to impress with her cleverness and her knowledge, and browbeating with her religious opinions. Why on earth would I want to suffer a repeat of that with the sequel?
There is something about this book that truly disturbs me. The adulation for its “cleverness,” “breadth of knowledge,” and “imagination” all seem false. The first fifty pages are brilliant, the last thirty do a good job wrapping the novel up, but throughout the middle I was in a hurry to get this book over with.
People seem to want to believe that this book is raising important questions. But the glib statements of belief or disbelief in God, the characters mouthing the author’s philosophy, are telling, not showing. There is some “good showing” in this story but also way too much “telling.”
The religious questions are boring. Emilio and Anne are narcissists, always supremely concerned with what’s happening to them or in proving their world view. The author seems out to manipulate, pull heartstrings via the use of irony. The irony of the singing really being pornography. Emilio killing the little Runa girl. How ironic!
Ending a section of fiction is like cinching a rope, using a valid emotion or meaning. But too many authors cinch the ending of a section with irony, which is beginning to become a tired cliché. It’s cheap, easy, in tune with current American culture, and always seeks to be the flip and easy last word. Surely this is not what real life is all about.
The suspense over the condition of Emilio’s hands and the true meaning of the singing is contrived. That Sofia manages to trigger a planet-wide revolution with one statement about unequal numbers of oppressor versus oppressed seems a further irony--ain’t we humans just so bad that we can screw things up so badly?
If the singing is so important, it should have been described in much richer detail as opposed to “just can’t be compared to Earth singing.” I admit this would be a challenge, but other writers have spent a lot of time describing what music sounds like and means to them. The author may be thinking that a method of “little or no description” may evoke a special awe, but it definitely doesn’t work.
The Janata are barely described, and the Runa fall too easily back on “cat like.” These are shortcuts to describing something that should be truly alien.
The author lost me at Jimmy showing others his results and immediately these folks start thinking of asteroid travel, as if this were a Hardy Boys adventure. But:
•tIt would have taken a very long time to figure out what was received.
•tThese particular folks would not have been chosen, even by the Jesuits.
•tOther space agencies would have moved faster.
•tTheir contact methods are amateurish.
It would have been better to omit a science fiction plot entirely, or to go beyond into pure fantasy worlds. The author obviously knows a great deal in her paleoanthropology and linguistics fields, knows a lot about the Jesuits, but it seems that she “did research” for asteroids, Alpha Centauri, and other sf aspects, but not enough to have mastered it and made it real.
Emilio and Sofia seemed real, at least at first, until Emilio devolved into his boring religious bleatings and Sonia inexplicably cast off her childhood trauma and became a loving housewife, but the others just stand for the author’s thoughts, or are used as plot convenience. D.W. is an irritating cliché. Anne seems a flattering self-image for the author. Anne is always right, witty, and full of a false-sounding gusto that, again, is somehow always right. She has no shadow.
The two societies repeat the Eloi and Morlocks in Wells’ The Time Machine.
I don’t say a powerful writing could not have been brought out of this. But I feel this author is talking down to the reader, attempting to impress with her cleverness and her knowledge, and browbeating with her religious opinions. Why on earth would I want to suffer a repeat of that with the sequel?