Showing posts with label Dark Eden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dark Eden. Show all posts

Monday, October 5, 2015

Microreview [books]: Mother of Eden (and also Dark Eden), by Chris Beckett

Dark Indeed, But Well Worth It Despite the Annoying Repetition of "Do For" to Mean "Kill"

Beckett, Chris. Mother of Eden. Broadway, 2015.

A world without a star is a world without much in the way of light. Not being able to see stuff is tough as crap. Add this to the fact that, true to the ‘Eden’ moniker, the human population of the sunless world begins with just a single woman and a single man, and consequently there’s lots of incest-y, genetic bummers in the population’s future, and you’ve got the recipe for…what turns out to be kind of an awesome story!

First of all, in Dark Eden Beckett takes the idea of linguistic drift and runs with it. The story of the first big change in the human civilization, such as it is, of Eden takes place about 160 years after the first two people arrive, and there are now 500 or so descendants. Complete linguistic isolation from mother Earth has led to interesting changes, as well as tons of harelip (which I’m pretty sure isn’t actually genetic) and clubfeet and whatnot. Their community—one big family—has grown to the point there’s no more food nearby, yet they cling to harmony (not a single murder), and to the mythical promise that Earth will come rescue them.

Enter intrepid John Redlantern. Everything changes, because of his brave, restless spirit, his unquenchable thirst to make things better. He probably sounds like kind of a great hero, right? And he is—but he’s also a villain, and therein lies the brilliance of Beckett’s idea. All readers will instantly sympathize with John, only for Beckett, later on, to reveal the heavy price relentless innovators like him extract from everyone else. Their thirst to be remembered as heroes has them doing all sorts of dastardly deeds, John and other men “who want the story to be all about them.” He and others like him quickly wreak the Edenic vibe (and bring more of a Cain-ish feel, if you get my meaning).

Fast-forward again another six or so generations, and the human population has exploded and spread throughout Eden. They’re all still technically one family, but split into two major factions descended literally and ideologically from the two main hero-villains in Dark Eden. The two main groups, somewhat isolated, and all the minor groups have begun to develop their own peculiar way of speaking English, and are constantly making fun of each other’s stupid accents. All sorts of bad stuff going on now, and this time around the story’s centered around a woman, a sort of second Eve (or, in the parlance of the series, (An)Gela), who has to chart her own way, between the two hard, merciless male centers of the world.

I’m barely clinging to the cliff after the cliff-hanger ending, by which I mean that I’m quite interested in how Beckett chooses to return to Eden in volume three, and how far things have drifted this time. That’s not to say there aren’t false notes along the way; the second half of Dark Eden dragged a bit, while the merciless world of Mother of Eden made me feel, in a strange way, a little of the anger all freethinking people felt when they saw Alien 3, and how it disposed of the brave heroes of Aliens. 

Thanks for nothing, David Fincher!

Why read a story about a generation like John’s, and begin to like all those people despite their faults, only to skip ahead several generations and find that only their bad qualities have been handed down? But he’s spun a fascinating story, with a fantastic starting premise that keeps getting better, and I’m already looking forward to returning to Eden in book three.


The Math:


Objective Assessment: 7/10

Bonuses: +1 for making John, and others of his personality type, both likeable and detestable

Penalties: -1 for the time-jump, thereby pulling an Alien 3, cheapening the sacrifices made in Aliens (i.e., Dark Eden)

Nerd coefficient: 7/10 “Not without its flaws, but an enjoyable experience to be sure”



See details of our scoring here.

Zhaoyun has been rocking things at Nerds of a Feather since 2013.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Zhaoyun's Third Annual Splendiferous Summer Reading List

Boom!


1) Various Stuff by Brandon "Branderson" Sanderson



It took me a while to warm up to Brandon Sanderson, but I now think he's cool enough to deserve his own one-man celebrity portmanteau: Branderson. I just hope if he has a male child he will name (or already has named?) him Brandonson. Anyway, my initial distrust was totally irrational, sparked by the sudden burst of (almost certainly mistaken!) insight, while reading Neal Stephenson's Reamde, that the workhorse sci fi/fantasy author good ole' Neal was mocking must be Sanderson. I had no desire to read books by the Thomas Kinkade of sf/f, I haughtily huffed. But then I read a short story by Branderson, and liked it immensely. This gateway taste led to a sampling of the Mistborn series, which I found to be excellent (though I'm still on the fence about the Alloy of Law industrial age digression). Currently, I'm midway through the first couple of books of the Stormlight Archives series, and am loving it so far!







2) The Good, The Bad, and the Smug, by Tom Holt
 

The world needs a new Terry Pratchett, and Holt may be it: based on this book (which I've already finished), he's got much of Pratchett's wit and word-crafting skill. Holt still has a lot of growing to do before his feet fill out into Pratchett's dauntingly awesome shoes, but he's certainly on the right track, if this book is any indication.










3) Dark Eden and Mother of Eden, by Chris Beckett



I'm excited to read straight-up science fiction again—it's been a long time. Everything I've heard about this series, especially Beckett's speculations on the linguistic effects of the passage of time on another world, has me in a tizzy, so much so that I've begun to worry if I/Beckett have created an expectations trap out of which no book, no matter how brilliant, can escape. Time will tell!


4) A Prospect of War, by Ian Sales


My thoughts on this are similar to #3 above: science fiction has been singing its siren song to me for quite some time now, and I am looking forward to being dashed upon the rocks and swallowed up by the Scylla of space opera! I feel certain this Odyssey references are mixed up, but not everyone is as long-suffering as him, to slog through the tedium of yet another detour on his road home. Honestly, from Troy to Ithaca is like a three-week journey, tops—even with only hands for paddles.





5) The Shepherd's Crown, by Terry Pratchett



See #2 for praise, by implication, for the late master of words Terry Pratchett. I loved his work over the years, and it will be quite upsetting to read this knowing that it's the last thing he wrote before his tragic death, but I'll read it anyway, because not to do so would be even worse.












6) The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro




Actually, I'm not certain I'll read this; Ishiguro doesn't wow my socks off, if anything sometimes irritating the socks back on me for failing to reach the full potential of his interesting ideas. Reading his books is maddening, as I keep expecting some titanic, earth-shattering denouement and instead he delivers not a bang but a whimper. Yo, Ishiguro: enough whimpering! It's time to make a bang!












And that, as they say, is that! 

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