A Son of the Rock

This year’s nominees for the BSFA Awards have been announced.

As far as the fiction is concerned we have the unusually high total of eight novels on the ballot form, of which I have read three*. (Edited to add: so far.)

The Race* by Nina Allan (NewCon Press)
Cuckoo Song by Frances Hardinge (Macmillan)
Europe in Autumn by Dave Hutchinson (Solaris)
Wolves by Simon Ings (Gollancz)
Ancillary Sword by Ann Leckie (Orbit)
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August* by Claire North (Orbit)
Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor (Hodder)
The Moon King* by Neil Williamson (NewCon Press)

The short fiction has only three contenders – all of whom are women it seems; for the second year in a row. I have read none of them as yet (but hope the BSFA will produce the usual booklet.) Though it’s totally irrelevant I was on a panel at last year’s Eastercon with Ruth Booth.

The Honey Trap by Ruth EJ Booth (La Femme, Newcon Press)
The Mussel Eater by Octavia Cade (The Book Smugglers)
Scale Bright by Benjanun Sriduangkaew (Immersion Press)

The ones that stick in my mind most – for whatever reason – are:-

Signs of Life by M John Harrison
Mr Mee by Andrew Crumey
Be My Enemy by Ian McDonald
The Deadman’s Pedal by Alan Warner
A Scots Quair by Lewis Grassic Gibbon – but in especial Sunset Song
The Moon King by Neil Williamson
The Dogs and the Wolves by Irène Némirovsky
The Last of the Vostyachs by Diego Marani
HHhH by Laurent Binet
That Summer by Andrew Greig
Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky
My Name is Red by Orhan Pamuk
Way to Go by Alan Spence

Four SF/Fantasy novels, six Scottish ones (eight if the trilogy is separated) and no less than five translated works.

This issue arrived during the past week. It contains my review of The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North. The cover displayed in Interzone (and shown right) is a different one from the review copy I read.

In the issue too is an interview of and a story by member of the Glasgow SF Writers’ Circle (and also my good mate) Neil Williamson.

Neil’s novel The Moon King (left) has also recently been published. I bought my copy at Eastercon. It’s high on my tbr pile.

Hodderscape, 2024, 296 p. £16.99. Reviewed for ParSec 10.

Welcome to the Grand Abeona Hotel, a once (and still) luxury spacefaring hotel, now a little down on its luck but still presenting a sumptuous face to the universe. Curtis tells us it has ‘class.’ Well, maybe, but as described it has – for 2774 – a decidedly (but deliberate) retro aesthetic, a restrained colour palette, an analogue appearance. Internal communication is by printed paper slips sent in sealed tubes through hydraulic glass pipes. It even has an old-style cinema (which hosts The Shit Movie Club.)

Its manager in 2814, Carl, blagged his way onto the hotel forty years earlier by pretending to be a porter/bell boy. Its 2774 manager Nina took him on and he has worked his way up. Absorbing waifs and strays – or inadvertent stay-ons – seems to be the hotel’s only recruitment policy as this is how Daphne – who bears an echo of the second Mrs De Winter in that she was in service to a domineering employer (but was sent back to retrieve a forgotten muff not aware she was on the last shuttle out) – comes on board. A measure of her diffidence is that Daphne speaks in a s-s-stutter. Back in the day the Abeona used to roam the galaxy almost at random but since Nina’s retirement its schedule has become more regular.

Background information and commentary are vouchsafed to us through intermittent ‘dispatches’ from someone known as The Lamplighter. Through these we discover the political system in this corner of the universe is exploitative. Various planets are systematically stripped of their resources, the workers on these worlds exposed to a harsh existence and left with little to themselves at the end. All this is overseen by a seemingly immortal Emperor, the Great Patrician, against whom the Lamplighter rails in his missives, disseminating descriptions of the Empire as decadent, stagnant, over-stretched, propped up by propaganda and the toil of the workers, and – worse – providing salacious intimate details about the Emperor, suggesting his longevity is merely through the creation of a succession of clones whose heads lie pickled on a shelf somewhere in the Imperial Palace. By decree, all thoughts of life forms outside ‘the Pyramid of Consciousness’ (at the top of which are humans and whose supreme pinnacle is of course the Emperor) are “Absurd, Anti-intellectual and Not allowed.”

Is Curtis perhaps being a little unimaginative here? Emperors and Empires have been a bit passé in SF for some considerable while, after all. And yet they do seem to be making something of a comeback (though under other designations) in the world where her book will be read. I also wondered about the economics of such a travelling resort, we are given no information about such mundanities beyond the fact that maintenance is most likely being skimped.

Successive chapters focus on events occurring to individuals on the ship, mostly hotel workers but with the odd passenger/guest added in – with a potted biography provided for every one of them.

Someone is sending poems, specifically sonnets, and Shakespearean ones at that, to various recipients but this strand seems to be a bit of a red herring and soon peters out.

The Shit Movie Club meets once a week and its present offer is an “over-acted, badly written, glitzy, teeth-rotting affair of the highest order” called Friends from Beyond and is of course a violation of the Pyramid of Consciousness. The staff love it.

A minor strand deals with the Problem Solvers’ Conference held on the hotel, whose attendees have been given a message to decode. Linguist Professor Azad and maths whizz Ooly Mall (a mathemagician) are drawn as one of the pairs to try to solve the puzzle. Their findings trouble them.

The main plot revolves around the identity of the Lamplighter. His, or her, dispatches used to be sent from chance locations but now are seemingly on a steady rota. As a result, agents of the Emperor have come to suspect he, or she, travels on the ship. They are ruthless in their investigations.

There is no dazzling new concept here, no innovation – the story is set in a hotel after all, the events could occur in any similar establishment (or cruise ship) – no deep insight into the human condition, but Curtis writes well enough, though her characters can be broadly brushed. It’s not meant to be anything more than entertainment (which that world in which it will be read certainly sorely needs) but in that it succeeds.

The following did not appear in the published review.

Pedant’s corner:- “when he arrived into the lobby” (when he arrived in the lobby.) “‘Aviary law states’” (last time I checked an aviary was for birds. Whatever else it is the Grand Abeona is not a bird. ‘Aviation law’ will not do. ‘Space law’? ‘Interplanetary law’?) “rose to a fresh crescendo” (No, no, no. The crescendo is the rise, not its peak,) “outside of” (just ‘outside,’ no ‘of’,) “the hoi polloi” (I know people misuse the phrase in this way but ‘hoi’ actually means ‘the’ so this reads as ‘the the polloi’.) “‘Who’s language is it?’” (Whose language is it?) “hung a pair of necklaces, either sides of a waxing crescent and waning gibbous, becoming on occasion a whole full moon as they overlapped” (the ‘either’ is odd, ‘moon’ ought to follow gibbous, and the image conjured up actually makes no sense; how can a pair of necklaces resemble both a crescent and a gibbous moon? The geometry is wrong,) Ralf (previously Ralph,) “didn’t ordain to respond” (didn’t deign to respond.) “He was knelt up on the seat” (He was kneeling up on the seat,) “the throw blanket folded neatly on” (just ‘a throw folded neatly on’.) “There were around the half a dozen people still in the running” (There were around half a dozen people…,) “the mesh underside of the catwalk” (not ‘of’, and it ought to simply be ‘the mesh of the catwalk’,) an unindented new paragraph, “a truckload of idiotic aristocrats set to work” (a truckload … sets to work,) “Ephraim relished in the rules” (Ephraim relished the rules,) “bearing down on the Uwade” (bearing down on Uwade,) “his sock draw” (sock drawer,) “same with the trouser draw” (trouser drawer,) “a place to lay low” (to lie low. Annoyingly, ‘lie low’ was used later,) “reached a painful crescendo” (no: ‘reached a painful climax’,) “that clunk-hiss of decompressing air” (it’s not air that escapes when you open a drinks can, it’s CO₂,) “vocal chords” (vocal cords,) “the sense he was sat beside her” (sitting, or, seated.)

NewCon Press, 2023, 239 p. Reviewed for ParSec 10.

This is the author’s first collection of short stories. Ten of them appeared in a variety of publications over the past five years, eight are original to this book. Each is provided with an authorial afterword. Some of these mention Cristofari’s French background and the latitude she gains as a writer from having two languages to draw on. She casts her net wide, with settings ranging from prehistory through to the present day and beyond. A common thread running through them is ecological collapse and possible recovery from it, in perhaps a sign of recent events some feature characters living in the aftermath of a pandemic.

A few are set in France, two even in Québec. Most succeed well but The Fishery, where “fishing boats” scour the universe for usable materials while avoiding inhabited worlds, has a central metaphor which is unfortunately stretched beyond breaking point. All have a firm focus on the humans at their heart and the dilemmas which they face.

The scenarios vary widely: a woman lives in a house with a window which gives onto other worlds so providing a means of escape, a couple try to evade an ongoing apocalypse on an otherwise deserted island, an intrusive cat in a care home seems to be a feline angel of death, a girl in post-Great War France talks to her never born brother to honour her non-French origins, a dangerous encounter on a mountain road ends in various ways, a witch has an uneasy pact with a hangman, another woman, with the help of the Moon, flies to Pluto in a plastic bottle to find her son who set out to search for his dead grandmother, a research scientist in a kind of steampunk fascist dictatorship secretly works against the regime, two children put a cat into a quantum bag in a glorious excuse for the author to deploy numerous cat puns (the least of which is is it alive or dead, and in which world?) An alien reports back to her planet from World’s End in Tierra Del Fuego, a museum caretaker converses with the (long dead) exhibits after hours, three travellers bearing gifts for a newborn trudge through a post-apocalyptic Québec winter, a stone-age woman finds a home outside her birth group despite the disfigurement inflicted on her to prevent it, a woman meant for sacrifice is surprised to find herself in the goddess’s world, a witch and a space-faring knight come to an accommodation after the battle they fought destroyed the world. The end can come in three ways, by wind, by flood, and by someone singing “My Bloody Valentine”, a group of archaeologists investigating the interior of the god who fell to Earth on the local mountain find an unusual treasure.

With the single exception mentioned above Cristofari handles all of them very well.

The following did not appear in the published review:-

Pedant’s corner:- “outside of” (just outside, no ‘of’,) “knowing fully well” (the phrase is ‘knowing full well’,) “that forced me to quiet” (to stillness,) “a thick handful of filaments were already drying on the windowsill” (a thick handful … was already,) “sank behind underwater buffs” (bluffs?) “Madame Darmon sit up” (sits up,) “Gaspard withdraw his paw” (withdraws,) “between oaks trees” (oak trees.) “Door and windows were open everywhere” (Doors and windows,) “the brand news dreadnoughts” (brand new,) “I will not baulk at any sacrifice” (balk.) “None of us have.” (None of us has,) a missing end quote mark, “as soon as the oil had ran out” (had run out.) “They dragged me until the edge of the woods” (dragged me to the edge of the woods,) “terrified that the he would ride away” (no need for the ‘the’,) “in disgust of our marred faces” (in disgust at our marred faces,) “the moon waxed and waned nine more time” (nine more times,) “on all four” (all fours,) fit (fitted.) “Its flower-fruit were turning” (was turning,) “precious guinea fowls” (the plural of guinea fowl is ‘guinea fowl’,) “always easier than thriving for a real solution” (striving for?)

Doubleday, 1997, 347 p.

This was Atkinson’s second novel and it exhibits many of the traits which would come to dominate her fiction. The family dynamic here is reminiscent of the one in Atkinson’s first novel, Behind the Scenes at the Museum, and of the Todds in Life After Life and A God in Ruins. In this one our heroine Isobel finds herself slipping backwards and forwards in time and there is here the first adumbration of the thought found in the Todd books that it would be a boon if somehow we could live our lives over again in order to get them right. There is a Scottish flavour; neighbour Mrs Baxter – I was irresistibly reminded of the old soup adverts, especially since her daughter is named Audrey – lards the text with Scots aphorisms, though the prominence here of trees and forests is more of a preoccupation of English fiction. The house Isobel lives in is even called Arden.

We begin with a literary allusion, “Call me Isobel.” Implicitly to compare herself to Herman Melville is quite a statement by Atkinson of confidence in her abilities. But the book as a whole is dense with allusion or references – and also repetition, but repetition with a purpose, not merely saying the same thing over again in slightly different ways. For example, “The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. This is one of mine.” There is also a reversal of Tolstoy’s Karenina Principle in, “I suppose all unhappy families resemble one another (but all happy families are happy in their own way of course)” along with the addition of “But then, do happy families exist, or happy endings come to that, outside of fiction?”

After a starting chapter headlined ‘Beginning’ there are several sections each of ‘Present’ and ‘Past’ narratives outlining Isobel’s story, her family’s and Arden’s, before we end with ‘Future’. ‘Beginning’ is a history of the land on which Arden stands ‘Present’ is narrated by Isobel in first person; ‘Past’ is in the third person.

In the ‘Present,’ Isobel (Fairfax) is a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl mooning after the desirable Malcolm Lovat who, to Isobel’s chagrin, sees her as a friend. Her father, Gordon, vanished for seven years after mother Elizabeth was said to have absconded ‘with a fancy man’ but the circumstances are barely ever mentioned by their grandmother, the Widow, and the getting on for elderly spinster aunt, Vinny, in both of whose care they have been left. Both Isobel and her brother Charles try to make the most of things. When Gordon returns it is with a new wife.

The three primal motivations in literature, love, sex and death are well to the fore here. Gordon met Elizabeth by rescuing her from a bombed house during the Blitz, “My hero,” and was thereafter besotted by her feminine dazzle (the widow and Vinny are not so easily taken in.) There are incidents of murder and reported incest and Isobel imagines her part in Malcolm’s death over and over again but is unable to prevent it each time. A rational gloss to these experiences and her apparent time travelling is provided as symptoms of possible fly agaric poisoning.

While Human Croquet is exceedingly well written and intricately plotted – as well as diverse – a tangled web of relationships is revealed during the novel, to not all of which is Isobel privy; possibly too many connections between the characters to be fully convincing. (This is a trait I also noticed recently in Joseph O’Connor’s Star of the Sea.)

The game of Human Croquet, rules and a picture of which act as a three page appendix, is one of the pastimes Isobel has read of from an illustrated book of Home Entertainments. It involves a blindfolded person being aurally guided through hoops formed by two people making an arch between them.

In Human Croquet, the novel, Isobel has no such guide and has to make it on her own. As we all do.

Pedant’s corner:- hot-bed (does it need that hyphen? – ‘hotbed’,) Charles’ (many times Charles’s,) “help me Boab” (at least twice. This Scottish phrase is actually not an invocation to someone called Bob to provide assistance but rather an expression of disbelief or disconcertment, and is written ‘help ma boab’,) Keats’ (Keats’s,) beseeched (an apparently acceptable alternative to ‘besought’.) “‘Who understand them?’” (understands,) “CO2  + 2H 2A + light energy – (CH 2) + H2O) + H2A” (supposedly the equation for photosynthesis. It isn’t. And in any case CO₂, H₂O and H₂A, OHOHO) Zeus’ (Zeus’s,) Ysggadril (Yggdrasil,) “the cries of the baby upsets my” (upset my,) “they bid their mother one last terrible farewell” (they bade their mother,) “less discretely” (not less separately [discretely,] but rather less inconspicuously, ‘less discreetly’,) aureoles (x 2, areolas; or areolae,) “to staunch the throbbing” (stanch,) “would he chose for a consort” (would he choose,) “smoothes the sheets” (smooths,) Glebelands’ (Glebelands’s,) de’el (usually spelled ‘de’il’, or deil,) “the amoeba and bacteria” (if it’s supposed to be plural then ‘amoebae’ – or even amœbae.)

Black Swan, 1985, 362 p.  Cover art by Eduardo Paolozzi.

During the late twentieth century this was considered as a classic Science Fiction novel of the post-apocalyptic variety.  I bought it many moons ago but somehow never got round to it till now.

Our protagonist Isherwood Williams is bitten by a rattlesnake when out on a hunting expedition. When he recovers he finds the human world has succumbed to a disease of some sort. Cities and roads are mostly deserted (the book was first published in 1950 when cars were much scarcer than they are now) but infrastructure – electricity, water, fuel – is still working. Overcoming his reluctance to use what wasn’t his property he takes a car and rides from his home in California across what was the US to the east coast and finds very few people have survived. Those who have, are disorientated and demoralised though three “negroes” have gone back to living off the land. Williams (in what is to modern eyes clearly a racist assumption) thinks they are more suited to this due to the way they lived before.

Back home in California he sets about life on his own but one day, when the electricity has finally failed and the street lights have faded away he notices a light at night. This leads him to a woman called Emma and the pair get together. Emma is of black ancestry so Williams’s racism is not too overt. (But then again in such a situation you could not afford to be overly choosy.) Emma is a resourceful and wise woman so it is just as well.

The pair set about surviving as best they can and even decide to have children. Along with a man called Ezra and the family he had collected around himself they form a community, which over the years grows and forms rituals of its own. Ish’s hand-held hammer becomes a totem, the long-lost Americans (of which to his community he is the last) and their accomplishments held in awe by the younger members. The difficulties of coming to terms with a new mode of life and of meeting other survivors or their communities  are explored briefly but mostly this is the story of Ish.

Some of the seeds of later post-apocalypse novels – especially the ‘cosy catastrophes’ of 1960s British SF – can be discerned in this book, so in that sense it can still be seen as a classic.

Pedant’s corner:- “extra ordinarily pleased” (extraordinarily,) “upon articles of dust” (particles of dust,) “but he heard only far off, the rasp and crackle of static” (needs a comma before ‘only’, “had take command” (had taken,) wistaria (x2, wisteria,) “whimpered her sleep” (whimpered in her sleep,) grape-fruit (grapefruit,) “what might, by generous interpretation, he called a social group” (be called a social group,) generaly (generally,) “electrical impluses” (impulses,) a missing comma before a piece of direct speech (x 2.) “Near by a smooth rock surface” (Nearby,) youngesters (youngsters,) geograhy (geography,) feminity (femininity,) Mohenjadaro (Mohenjo-daro.)

Gollancz, 2004, 317 p.

This is a collection of Gentle’s stories (some of which have been collected before in Scholars and Soldiers.) Each is followed by an afterword describing the story’s genesis, and sometimes evolution.

We start with Cartomancy: An Introduction which is a framing device setting the subsequent stories as animations of maps brought to life by the blood of the elvish Pontiff Elthyriel.

The Logistics of Carthage is set in the same universe which Gentle set out in Ash: A Secret History (and later in Ilario: The Lion’s Eye) in which Burgundy is soon to disappear. It explores the relationship between Guillaume, a mercenary soldier in the Griffin and Gold company, and Yolande, a woman who joined up to protect her fifteen year-old son and of course failed in that. The Griffin and Gold are in North Africa fighting for the Turkish Bey. The plot revolves around both the death of another female mercenary whose body (against all mercenary custom) remains unburied because the local priesthood sees her as an abomination – and pigs.

Kitsune is narrated by Rowena, a “cute dyke” taking classes in the Japanese martial art of iaido. When she meets Tamiko, she falls in love with her at first sight. But Tamiko is – or claims to be – a fox spirit, capable of making anyone fall in love with her, a belief Rowena cannot get to grips with.

The Road to Jerusalem, the first story Gentle set in that universe mentioned above but this time Burgundy did not disappear in the 1500s, deals with a dilemma faced by a female soldier of the Knights Templar in the 1990s where she has to decide between obeying the Pope (here based in Avignon) or observing the rules of secrecy of her order. Incidental details include North America being known as Cabotsland and the Tokugawa Shogunate having a presence on its west coast.

The splendidly titled Orc’s Drift (written with Dean Wayland) is a throwaway tale set in the same universe as Gentle’s novel Grunts. A group of orcs at a remote outpost where the inhabitants have been cleared off the land is challenged by a small creature one of them identifies as a Sand Fairy.

The Tarot Dice is revealed in Gentle’s afterword to be her feeling her way towards ideas she fleshed out more fully in later stories and novels. A woman and a man in a society on the cusp of a revolution have a complicated relationship due to the fact that he in effect brought her up. The dice she employs are loaded, as is the metaphor they embody.

The Harvest of Wolves is a future dystopia where yet again a UK government has butchered the welfare system making receipt of relief dependent on doing something for it. This being a fascistic regime that involves spying on others.

Anukazi’s Daughter is the tale of a female soldier who realises she will never achieve the role of commander despite being better equipped for it than her male comrades. An encounter with enemies who accept same-sex relationships and gender equality changes her life. (This was apparently the first story in which Gentle played with the female soldier idea.)

What God Abandoned features as a minor character a young René Descartes as a member of an army at the beginning of the Thirty Years War. Another soldier is a Weerde, a person who can change sex but whose secret is discovered.

Unusually for Gentle The Pits Beneath the World is pure Science Fiction, set on a planet with seventeen moons orbiting a blue giant star twinned with a white dwarf. Pel is a young teenager accompanying a human expedition who puts herself in danger by revealing to the local inhabitants she isn’t an adult.

In Cast a Long Shadow a woman estranged from the father of her child encounters the creatures of darkness with whom he has made a pact to obtain from him his exercise book containing drawings of them.

A Sun in the Attic is again pure Science Fiction, set in a world whose moon was once inhabited but whose atmosphere is now only patrolled by machines. One of narrator Roslin’s two husbands has invented a telescope but the City Council isn’t keen on change.

A Shadow Under the Sea is set in the same milieu as Anukazi’s Daughter and concerns a sea creature attacking the boats which do the necessary fishing for inhabitants of the Hundred Isles. Spurlock has to go to the far south, past the Cold Lands, to enlist the help of a female shaman to trap the beast.

Human Waste examines an unusual response to the repair of the human body by nanotech.

Cartomancy: Conclusion rounds off the framing device.

In one of the afterwords Gentle mentions her discomfort with the short story form. She is good at long – often very long – fiction but her short work, as here, is certainly better than serviceable.

Sensitivity note: contains the words “niggers.”

Pedant’s corner:- “at Marchès’ look” (Marchès’s,) “laying down on its side” (lying down,) turcopliers, (turcopoliers,) “De Payens’ warm voice” (De Payens’s,) “he takes up shoulder-slung gun” (he takes up a shoulder-slung gun”,) platignum (is a brand of writing pen. This was a colour, platinum,) “nods a greeting, speaks one in a thick … accent” (speaks to one in a thick.) “The Tarot dice lay before her” (present tense narration, ‘The Tarot dice lie before her’,) whiskey (whisky,) “Descartes’ beardless face” (Descartes’s,) halbards (halberds,) racheting (ratcheting,) occured (occurred.) “Shock and the smell of the seaside hits Suze” (hit Suze,) “men and women lay on the ground” (lie on the ground,) “Nats’ shadow” (x 3, Nats’s.)

Hodder & Stoughton, 2023, 309 p. Reviewed for ParSec 9.

In the aftermath of a nuclear war Indra was brought up in the Order, a religious sect fanatically opposed to technology, whose members are marked out by a crescent moon branded on one cheek. Despite (or because of) this indoctrination she was fascinated by computers which led her to befriend Nyx, who calls her God Girl. One night they were caught in a radioactive storm and, because of her brand, refused shelter till it was too late, unless they had radical medical intervention. Her mother refused to countenance anything so ungodly as nanite repair therapy but her father okayed it, at the cost of rejection from the sect. Nyx was fine but Indra’s rare susceptibility to acute onsite nanite rejection meant the treatment did not work. The Glindell Corporation offered her a way out through Neural Transcendence, the process of uploading a human mind to an artificial drive, a MindDrive housed in a titanium shell.

Not long after the process but before Indra’s old body has been reconstituted in a layer of FleshMesh designed to allow her to experience all the normal senses along with the enhanced ones the new body brings, she began to have dreams and flashback memories which her conscious mind could not reconcile. Dreams of being underwater, of infiltrating a building, of entering the Order’s compound.

As readers we are ahead of Indra here. In a story such dreams are rarely just dreams. So it proves. This is perhaps a trope in which author Kate Dylan ought not to have indulged but her writing is vivid and Indra’s personality engaging – though she does have a tendency to act without considering the consequences. It is Indra’s wish to untangle the dreams and also find her true self in her new existence which propel the plot. Given she literally embodies hi-tech it is a bit of a stretch that she apparently cannot shrug off the thoughts and sayings of the Order’s Leader Duval, which continue to impinge on her along with memories of her mother and father. It is her consciousness that something is wrong, though, the blanks in her post-upload memories, the flashbacks to events she feels viscerally but cannot account for, the feeling she is being used, which lead to her attempt to break free from Glindell’s clutches, taking up with Nyx and an organisation styling itself the The Analogue Army which opposes corporations such as Glindell. In this she is accompanied by Tian, the Glindell researcher who had been assigned to her, but who has now come under her spell.

The backstreet removal of both Indra’s and Tain’s physically implanted NDAs, (the requirement for its employees to accept such devices is one of the indications that Glindell is not a benign outfit, another is that Indra’s MindDrive is legally questionable) is an indicator of the level of technology available in this post-apocalypse world. Indra of course can switch her senses off. Tian can’t, but the nanites in her blood can repair her tissue damage quickly.

There are plenty of plot twists and turns and not a little high-paced adventure still to come in Mindbreaker, yet despite Indra’s artificial body Dylan never lets us lose sight of Indra’s human origins. The novel could even be seen as an examination of whether uploading such as Indra has undergone would mean ceasing to be human.

The following did not appear in the published review.

Pedant’s corner:- Written in USian, so snuck for sneaked, lay for lie, etc, etc. Otherwise; “wackjobs” (usually spelled whackjobs,) “personal affects” (effects,) “from the face of the earth” (Earth,) “proof that the company’s been flaunting the laws of nature” (flouting the laws,) claxon (several times; klaxon,) “complimenting the shine of his many piercings” (complementing,) “but will only combust when exposed to extremely high heats” (extremely high heat.) “What a difference a few credits make” (what a difference “X” makes, where X = ‘a few credits’,) “that would have easily bankrupt my Order” (bankrupted.) “Her indignance rises to match mine” (indignation,) “my Orders’ deaths” (Order’s,) duffel (spelled duffle at one point,) “once and for good” (conflates two different phrases, ‘once and for all’ and ‘for good’,) “dispatched of them” (conflates two different phrases, ‘despatched them’ and ‘disposed of them’,) “a new crop of my missing memories rear up” (a new crop …. rears up,) “there are whole years’ worth of nursery rhymes, and bedtime stories, and sang mnemonics” (sung mnemonics.)

Brain in a Jar Books, 2023, 353 p. Reviewed for ParSec 9.

In the aftermath of an extremely virulent virus called the Whispers, which may or not have been man-made, optimised humans (Opts) such as Cassie White are widely held to have had something to do with it and subject to prejudice as a result. Somewhere around the same time there was also an AI war after which the Chinese People’s Republic was replaced by the New Chinese Republic (NCR.)

Cassie’s optimisation has given her an overwhelming need to be in space. Unfortunately, a side effect of her treatment was to be the sufferer of occasional blackouts. One such led to an accident on the Moon in which a coworker died. Drugs can control the symptoms but are not fully trusted – either by her or the wider world. She had been turned down for the first expedition to Jupiter’s moon Europa, on which her brother Chris was one of the crew. Its fate is shrouded in mystery and, most likely, disaster. Hence Cassie starts the book having to work underseas, the closest she can feel to the space experience. To her surprise a politician called Ketteridge, who had previously stirred up resentment against Opts, comes to her in secret with a proposition. His bait is a video of someone walking across the surface of Europa (could it be Chris?) and he wants her to join a second expedition to that moon to recover information valuable to him.

Earlier than our introduction to Cassie though, Gibson pulls off a similar sort of trick to the one Alfred Hitchcock gave us in Psycho, as a result of which the reader knows that two other operatives on the ship, Sally Braemar and Jeff Holland, are not who they claim to be.

Not that suspicion is lacking anywhere on board. Cassie’s replacement of the original crew member has flummoxed everyone, Commander Javier hates her for being responsible for that death on the Moon and fears a relapse on her part so keeps her in suspended animation throughout the trip and her subsequent involvement to a minimum, the others resent Braemar and Holland as possible spooks. Such a closely tied group containing possible traitors makes this aspect of the novel resemble an Alistair MacLean book. And unbeknown to them all, Marcus, Cassie’s last boyfriend, who when about to die of the Whispers had his brain downloaded into an AI (a group also now universally vilified and feared due to the war) has infiltrated his way on board and can observe them all through the ship’s robot repair machines. Plus a Chinese ship having on board another former lover of Cassie, a connection of which Javier is aware, is also on the way to Europa.

And the Yatagarasu, an AI controlled ship which made an unscheduled stopover at Europa, has since vanished from human ken.

All in all, plenty to keep us intrigued and turning the pages.

The remainder of the book deals with the obstacles Cassie has to overcome in getting to Europa’s sea floor in her search for Chris and with what she finds once she gets down there.

Gibson is good on the mechanics of underwater exploration and his descriptions of the extra-terrestrial life in Europa’s ocean do tickle the sense of wonder. A touch of mysticism, if not outright fantasy, tinges the fate of the first expedition, though.

Europa Deep is good solid (well a fair bit of liquid actually) stuff, ticking quite a few boxes. It will scratch the itch of the SF buff, ought to satisfy the thriller reader and even tease the horror taste buds.

The following did not appear in the published review.

Pedant’s corner:- “perhaps there were having a bad day” (they were having,) “she’d be damned if she’d spend one more time in this man’s presence” (I don’t see the need for that ‘one’. One more minute?) “ a few other of you” (a few others of you.) “There was a cheap hotel not from where she was” (not far from where,) Marcus’ (many times. Marcus’s, which did appear once,) Veles’ (many times, Veles’s,) “the cry of cicadas” (cicadas plural, so therefore ‘cries’,) “zero gravity” (technically there is still gravity; the more accurate term is free fall,) Karman Limit (elsewhere Kármán line.) “She pictured Braemar bursting into the lander at that moment, a wrench gripped in one hand and his eyes full of manic hatred” (the character Sally Braemar is female. The male was called Holland,) a missing colon between a message source identifier and its content. “Europa’s dark side” (I assume this meant the side of Europa permanently not facing Jupiter,) “went work in the NCR” (went to work,) N/O2 supply (strictly N₂/O₂ supply, though, whatever, the 2 ought to be a subscript,) skeptically (sceptically,) “as much to break the silence than anything” (as anything,) “none of them were Chris” (none of them was Chris.) “Rust and grime streaked its outer shell” (Would subsurface exploration suits for use on Europa really be made of iron?) span (spun,) Chris’ (Chris’s,) Necropolis’ (Necropolis’s.)