This one brought to you by the U.S. presidential election.
Parable of the Sower, for anyone who’s read it, has distinct parallels with today’s United States, even though it was first published over twenty years ago. Minorities scrape a life out of bombed out residential streets while whites live in gated compounds with military-grade security, all presided over by an inept president who doesn’t seem to give a shit about the lives of the people, even if he had the wherewithal to actually fix anything.
The environment has gone to hell, it barely rains in southern parts of the country, and the north is guarded against people trying to emigrate for a better life. Wage slavery is a thing again, and the only ones doing well are corporations. But Parable of the Sower also contains a message of hope and self-determination, an undeniable statement that the people in the novel–and those the allegory is really about–are not going to take the world lying down. Those some may give up, others are going to fight, and find a unity that can’t be defeated by mere hatred and bigotry. It’s a message we could all use, in these dark times. Even though we’ve lost a visionary in Octavia E. Butler, we can still read her words and take heart.
Margaret Atwood made her name in the speculative fiction world, with Oryx and Crake, and the Maddaddam trilogy. Though many cite The Handmaid’s Tale, Maddaddam was what brought her to the forefront in climate change, dystopian fiction and showed that literature could take on these topics in a smart, ironic way that was both entertaining and horrifying. As if that already needed proving, but that’s a topic for another day.
But this post is not about Maddaddam, but The Heart Goes Last. Until last month, her most recent novel, The Heart Goes Last deals with climate change and post-corporate-takeover America on a deeper level than Maddaddam, tracing the story of a middle-aged, middle-American, middle-class couple as they keep trying to take the easy way out of the dystopia. While MaddAddam is a series about fighting, The Heart Goes Last is a novel about giving up.
While MaddAddam openly pushes the ridiculous as a contrast to the real world–a covert, ugly sort of ridiculousness that can’t be wiped away by closing the cover of a novel–The Heart Goes Last camouflages the bizarre beneath a veneer of the expedient, the necessary, the no-other-choice. Perhaps the best part about Atwood’s novel is the depths of irony it plums. Or doesn’t. It’s difficult to tell where sincerity ends and irony begins; it’s difficult to hate people who are so irretrievably inept at everything. Are they reaping the rewards of their own inaction, or innocent victims of a world gone mad?
Either way, both of these novels are good reads for bad times.
life is constrained to the total square footage of the cul-de-sac in which her
family has lived her whole life.
Lauren’s community is lucky, though. They have a wall.
They have guns. They have
each other. In a narrative that is
eerily familiar to our modern world, Lauren tries to navigate a world that
would kill her as soon as look at her, a world in which dogs have gone from
family pets to merciless predators, a world in which the government doesn’t
even make a pretense of caring for its citizens.
Parable of the Sower is a classic work
of science fiction that will probably always have resonance with the world in
which we live, precisely because it embraces the themes of change and human
compassion. Though it depicts a
world in which humans seem to have lost all sense of their humanity—hoarding
food, murdering for the merest scrap, abusing drugs that turn them into violent
animals—there are those tiny sparks of kindness and joy that make every
novel is written as a compilation of journal entries that Lauren keeps over a
short period of her life. Butler
displays a stunning mastery of narrative, creating a personal dialog that
embraces all the naïveté of an eighteen-year-old woman, but written in the
matter-of-fact tones of one who has seen far too much in her short life. Though the reader meets many of the
other residents of Lauren’s community only briefly, Butler imbues them with
that individual spark of humanity that turns each into a living, breathing
person. Butler doesn’t shy away
from harsh realities, and neither does Lauren, but the precision and deft
touches with which the author distinguishes her intent from the narrative of
her character is not often matched in fiction.
looking for a master dystopia that exemplifies the metaphor of modern life
needs to read Parable of the Sower. Those interested in novels that
speculate on the philosophical, as well as physical ramifications of societal
collapse will be intrigued by Lauren’s interpretation of religion and what it
means to a people under duress.
This novel is a modern classic that treats with issues of poverty, race,
and community, and should be required reading for every U.S. citizen.
So last week I posted about books being published in 2016 that I’m excited about.
Now I’m going to talk about the books I’m looking forward to reading in 2016. This is a slightly different list, since I don’t have the money or the time to buy everything I’m excited about right when it comes out, and actually read it. My to-read stack isn’t as big as many, but it’s big enough. So here are a few that I’ve been working towards, and plan to get to this year.
Of course, more will be added to this stack, and I will, of course, post review of the ones that qualify for this blog. You can also find all my review at goodreads here
Court of Fives, by Kate Elliott
It’s Kate Elliott! It’s YA, which I don’t read a ton of, but it’s Kate Elliott! Here’s a synopsis from her website, kateelliott.com
“In this imaginative escape into an enthralling new world, World Fantasy Award finalist Kate Elliott’s first young adult novel weaves an epic story of a girl struggling to do what she loves in a society suffocated by rules of class and privilege.
Jessamy’s life is a balance between acting like an upper class Patron and dreaming of the freedom of the Commoners. But at night she can be whoever she wants when she sneaks out to train for The Fives, an intricate, multi-level athletic competition that offers a chance for glory to the kingdom’s best competitors. Then Jes meets Kalliarkos, and an unlikely friendship between a girl of mixed race and a Patron boy causes heads to turn. When a scheming lord tears Jes’s family apart, she’ll have to test Kal’s loyalty and risk the vengeance of a powerful clan to save her mother and sisters from certain death.”
Akata Witch, by Nnedi Okorafor
Another YA, another author I’ve come to really enjoy, so of course I need to read more than just her adult novels.
Here’s a synopsis from her website nnedi.com
“Sunny lives in Nigeria, but she was born in New York City. She looks West African, but is so sensitive to the sun that she can’t play soccer during the day. She doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere.Then she learns why.Her classmate Orlu and his friend Chichi reveal that they have magical abilities- and so does she. Sunny is a “free agents,” overflowing with latent power. And she has a lot of catching up to do.Orlu and Chichi have been working with their teacher for years. Sunny needs a crash course in magical history, spells, juju, shape-shifting and dimensional travel. Her new world is a secret from her family, but it’s well worth all of the silence, exhaustion and sneaking around.Still, there is a dark side. After she’s found her footing, Sunny, Orlu, Chichi, and their American friend Sasha are asked by the magical authorities to help track down a criminal. Not just a run-of-the-mill bad guy. A real-life hardcore serial killer-with abilities far stronger than theirs.Ursula Le Guin and Diana Wynne Jones are Nnedi Okorafor fans. As soon as you start reading Akata Witch, you will be, too.”
Almanac of the Dead, by Leslie Marmon Silko
I picked this one up mostly by chance at my local indie books story, Burlingham Books, in Perry, New York. They have a small-ish collection, but it’s always varied, always thought-provoking. I’ve only read one or two novels by Native writers in the past, and decided to fix that, so this will be my starting point.
Here’s a synopsis from Wikipedia, since she doesn’t seem to have her own website
“Almanac of the Dead takes place against the backdrop of the American Southwest and Central America. It follows the stories of dozens of major characters in a somewhat non-linear narrative format. Much of the story takes place in the present day, although lengthy flashbacks and occasional mythological storytelling are also woven into the plot.
The novel’s numerous characters are often separated by both time and space, and many seemingly have little to do with one another at first. A majority of these characters are involved in criminal or revolutionary organizations – the extended cast includes arms dealers, drug kingpins, an elite assassin, communist revolutionaries, corrupt politicians and a black market organ dealer.
Driving many of these individual storylines is a general theme of total reclamation of Native American lands.”
Parable of the Sower, by Octavia Butler
This one has been a long time coming. I’m not sure what took me so long to get to Butler, but the lack will soon be remedied. Here’s a synopsis from octaviabutler.org
“When unattended environmental and economic crises lead to social chaos, not even gated communities are safe. In a night of fire and death Lauren Olamina, a minister’s young daughter, loses her family and home and ventures out into the unprotected American landscape. But what begins as a flight for survival soon leads to something much more: a startling vision of human destiny… and the birth of a new faith.”
Bronze Gods, by A.A. Aguirre
I read a YA by Ann Aguirre a year or so ago, and enjoyed it, and now she’s working on a steampunk series with her husband, Andres. I’ve found that steampunk is a subgenre I really enjoy, so I bought this book (quite) a while ago, and it’s been sitting on my shelf ever since. 2016 is the year it gets moved to the permanent shelves!
Here’s a synopsis from Ann’s website
“Janus Mikani and Celeste Ritsuko work all hours in the Criminal Investigation Division, keeping citizens safe. He’s a charming rogue with an uncanny sixth sense; she’s all logic—and the first female inspector. Between his instincts and her brains, they collar more criminals than any other partnership in the CID. Then they’re assigned a potentially volatile case where one misstep could end their careers. At first, the search for a missing heiress seems straightforward, but when the girl is found murdered—her body charred to cinders—Mikani and Ritsuko’s modus operandi will be challenged as never before. Before long, it’s clear the bogeyman has stepped out of nightmares to stalk gaslit streets, and it’s up to them to hunt him down. There’s a madman on the loose, weaving blood and magic in an intricate, lethal ritual that could mean the end of everything…”
The New Moon’s Arms, by Nalo Hopkinson
Nalo Hopkinson! Another author I discovered because of Burlingham Books. I’m tempted to say her fiction is a little on the outside of my taste range, but that’s not really true. I love her work; it’s mainstream SFF that says she should be on the outside of my tastes. She says a lot that needs to be said, which is, I think, more important than conforming.
Here’s a synopsis, in her own words, from her website nalohopkinson.com
“my novel The New Moon’s Arms was a February 2007 release from Warner/Hachette Books. It’s my fourth novel. I was thinking about Nandor Fodor’s theory that poltergeist phenomena are “caused not by spirits but by human agents suffering from intense repressed anger, hostility, and sexual tension.” Some say that this may be why poltergeists so often manifest around young adults just going into puberty (primarily women, I think). The idea is that reaching sexual maturity in societies as sexually repressed as many of ours can be disturbing enough to some people that they begin to generate psychic phenomena. I’m not in the business of theorizing whether that’s true or not. I was more interested in the idea. If the beginning of menstruation can be magic, I began to think about what it might be like if there were out-of-control psychic phenomena similarly associated with the ending of menstruation. Magical menopause! Enter my protagonist, who’s 53 years old and going through the Change of life, but with some changes peculiarly her own:
I was boiling. When the sun got so warm?
“…most primitive living pinnipeds,” said Hector.
God, the heat was getting worse.
“…derelict fishing nets…danger…”
Hector didn’t even seem to notice it. Me, my whole body was burning. I could feel the tips of my ears getting red, my cheeks flushing.
“…Brucella…Calamity? You all right?”
“I don’t know. Too much sun.” I wiped some perspiration from my brow. My hand came away wet.
“You sweating like you just run a marathon.”
“A lady doesn’t sweat.” But the dried salt from it was irritating my hand. I rubbed the hand against the fabric of my pants. “Jesus, it so hot!”
Hector looked worried. “That tree over there will give you some shade. Come.”
But before we could take a step, something soft and light grazed my head from above, then landed at Hector’s feet. “The hell is that?” he cried out. He bent to pick it up.
“It didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.” Much better, in fact. The heat was passing off rapidly. I was even chilly.
Hector straightened up. “Where this came from?” He looked up at the sky. I followed his gaze. Nothing but blue. Not even the cloud that must have just covered the sun and made me shiver.
Hector showed me the thing he was holding. I blinked the sun’s glare out of my eyes.
I grabbed her out of Hector’s hand. Bare Bear. Chastity’s Bare Bear. Held so tightly and loved so hard that her little stuffed rump was threadbare, her little gingham dress long gone. “Where this came from?”
“Look like it just fell out of the sky.”
“No, man; don’t joke. It must have washed up with the tide.”
“And landed on your head?”
“I don’t know; maybe this was on the sand already, and something else fell on my head.” Bare Bear winked her one glass eye at me. So long I hadn’t seen her. “A leaf from out a sea grape tree, something like that. Right, Bare Bear?” I hugged Lucky Bare Bear to my chest. I grinned at Hector. “She get small over the years, or I get big.” She still fit in her old place, up against my breastbone.
“You feeling sick?” He asked. “You didn’t look too good just now.”
“I feel wonderful,” I answered.
And because I sometimes like a little science with my fiction, I also resurrected the extinct Caribbean monk seal. Sort of.”
Lagoon, Nnedi Okorafor
Because it just looks so gorgeous. No. Well, yes, but also because I’m a completist and she’s a great writer.
Here’s a synopsis from her website nnedi.com
“When a massive object crashes into the ocean off the coast of Lagos, Nigeria’s most populous and legendary city, three people wandering along Bar Beach (Adaora, the marine biologist- Anthony, the rapper famous throughout Africa- Agu, the troubled soldier) find themselves running a race against time to save the country they love and the world itself… from itself. Lagoon expertly juggles multiple points of view and crisscrossing narratives with prose that is at once propulsive and poetic, combining everything from superhero comics to Nigerian mythology to tie together a story about a city consuming itself.At its heart a story about humanity at the crossroads between the past, present, and future, Lagoon touches on political and philosophical issues in the rich tradition of the very best science fiction, and ultimately asks us to consider the things that bind us together – and the things that make us human.”