Speculative Series With Problems

TODAY: Problem Series

The last of three posts: Classic series, Some of my Favorites, Problem series (today)–but tomorrow I’ll do a brief wrap-up about series I DON’T discuss in these posts.

Let’s be honest. As readers, we vary in as many ways as there are readers. Some speculative fiction series really grab us, some don’t even though we think they should, some we actually find offensive. And some. just. have. problems. Here are some speculative fiction series I find problematic, and for lots of different reasons. You may completely disagree.

Three fantasy series that have famously angered their fans

Gentleman Bastards, Scott Lynch (b. 1978)

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Three wonderful novels. Just wonderful. Books 2 and 3 have their problems, but they are still great, and Book I, The Lies of Locke Lamora, is superb. However, the series hasn’t continued after Book 3, in spite of promises that it will. I know some of Lynch’s fans have sent him hate mail for never writing Book 4. Leave the man alone! I love the three books we do have. Locke is a great character. The buddy duo of Locke and Jean is one of the great buddy duos of fiction. Lynch even avoids the troublesome Denna problem (see below) in Book Three, The Republic of Thieves, by turning Locke’s love interest into a (mostly) believable woman. Have I mentioned a very fun side-focus on bizarre food and drink? If Mr. Lynch never writes the fourth in the series, then so be it, and I wish him well. That said–he has been very upfront with his fans about his emotional health and the reasons for not publishing–yet–Book 4, The Thorn of Emberlain. Apparently soon to be published: three novellas set in Locke’s world, in one omnibus volume, that will serve as a kind of stepping-stone to Book 4. We fans can only hope! But as a few have pointed out, each novel in the Gentleman Bastards series can be read as a full, complete novel to itself, thus avoiding. . . (read on)

The Kingkiller Chronicles, Patrick Rothfuss (b. 1973)

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. . .the same problem afflicting Patrick Rothfuss, whose fans chafe at never getting the long-promised Book Three of his Kingkiller Chronicles series. Book One, The Name of the Wind, shouldn’t work but it does, magnificently. I have to stop everything and re-read it every now and then, in spite of Denna the love interest being one of the most annoying female characters ever written. And that iconic book cover–how many times have you seen, on a fantasy novel, a variation of that mysterious guy in the cloak? Book Two, The Wise Man’s Fear, may not be quite as good as the first, but it is a worthy sequel. Sex scenes are not this man’s forte, just saying. I’d really like to read Book Three, The Stone Door, and I do wonder why it is always promised but never published. Here’s the difference from the Scott Lynch situation: from the very beginning of The Name of the Wind, we’re told through a teaser summary and also the way Books 1 and 2 are organized (Day 1–Book I. Day 2–Book 2. Day 3????? Book 3????), that we are going to learn some important things about Kvothe, the main character, through three days of storytelling. Instead, the series just stops with Day Two, and Kvothe’s story is left dangling. On the other hand, as with Scott Lynch’s books, I’m glad of the books we do have. At least we get teasers from Rothfuss every so often–The Slow Regard for Silent Things, about a side-character in the series, is not exactly a novel or even a novella, but it is maybe one of the best meditations on OCD ever written. And there’s a great short story, “The Lightning Tree,” about my favorite character, Bast, published in the very good short fiction anthology Rogues and then again (in slightly expanded form) as a rather disingenuous standalone, The Narrow Road Between Desires.

A Song of Ice and Fire, George R. R. Martin (b. 1948)

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Then there’s George R. R. Martin’s inability (refusal?) to finish his own series, A Song of Ice and Fire, maybe the most famous of these three examples, although by far not the best-written. I’m guessing that when the whole shebang got turned into the wildly-popular streaming series Game of Thrones, and when that series had to come to some kind of conclusion without benefit of Martin’s unwritten last novel, he might have found it useless to continue, or maybe too boring. That’s a shame, because the streaming HBO series finale satisfied no one. But I’m wondering how Martin actually could have written a satisfying conclusion, especially one that diverges from the show. How awkward to have two streams of a fiction–the canonical, and the slapped-together. Anyway, I have to confess that reader-me, after Book Three of the novels, was ready to stop. As for Game of Thrones, I loved it until that last bit. So as a reader, I am fairly indifferent, and as a watcher, I am disgruntled. I also feel bad for all those parents who named their little girl Daenerys without realizing she’s going to turn into a villain. That said, I admire Martin as a person for his support of creativity in New Mexico, a state where I spend about half my life. Meanwhile, on the streaming series scene, Martin’s fantasy world of Westeros lives on via the HBO series House of the Dragon, a prequel to A Song of Ice and Fire, with several other Westeros-themed projects in the production pipeline. These spinoffs are not without their own problems.

“Godfather III” syndrome

Maddaddam, Margaret Atwood (b. 1939)

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Right from the start, let’s acknowledge this: Margaret Atwood is a force. She is a writer acclaimed worldwide, with numerous awards to her name. She has won the prestigious Booker Prize twice. She is a spokeswoman for Canadian literature, feminism, and the environment. Her novel The Handmaid’s Tale (1985) is so iconic that you don’t even need to read it to know all about it, and when crowds of women show up wearing red dresses and white bonnets, no one needs to explain to anyone why they are wearing those clothes and what they mean. Find out about that here–a bit dated, because similar protests continue. But if you do read the novel, you know you’ve read a classic of English-language literature. Meanwhile, the HBO streaming series based on the novel has reached millions of new audience members. I remember being blown away when I read the novel back in 1985. At that time, I knew nothing about Margaret Atwood. That experience led me to go out and read every Atwood book I could get my hands on. I even wrote an academic article on her, probably best forgotten. So I love that book, and I am a big admirer of Atwood’s fiction. That led me in 2003 to read her equally brilliant novel, Oryx and Crake. See my review of it here, in my blog post on eco-lit. In 2009, she published The Year of the Flood. Both of these novels are classics of eco-themed dystopia, hugely important for everyone to read, especially in America, especially right now. (The Canadians, including of course Atwood, seem to have their eco-act more together.) But when Atwood turned those two novels, fairly loosely related, into a series with the publication of a third novel, Maddaddam (2013), I think she made a misstep. The first two novels are so brilliant. By contrast, this third seems rushed and ill-thought-out–to me, anyway. I can’t help thinking about the first two Godfather movies and how outstanding they are. Then Godfather III turned out to be a sad come-down. None of this takes away from the brilliance of the first two, though. Atwood has now written The Testaments (2019), a sequel to the enormously famous and influential Handmaid’s Tale, making those two novels into a duology of sorts. Even though The Testaments is not the towering literary and cultural achievement that The Handmaid’s Tale has come to be, it’s still very good, and I enjoyed reading it. For me, Atwood’s dystopian novels rank: Handmaid’s Tale/Oryx and Crake tied for first (both frequent visitants on banned books lists in the more ignorant, intolerant, and self-righteous areas of the U.S.), Year of the Flood a close second, The Testaments a distant third, and Maddaddam and some others, like The Heart Goes Last, just meh. Atwood is such a prolific novelist, though, that some of her books are bound to be better than others. (I think by contrast of another brilliant contemporary novelist, Marilynne Robinson, whose output is slow, the novels coming very far apart.) When Atwood is great, though, she is GREAT. Read some of her realistic novels, too, not just the dystopian ones–especially Cat’s Eye and The Robber Bride–wonderful novels!

Series I liked just okay. Sorry!

The Daevabad Trilogy, by Shannon A. Chakraborty (b. 1985)

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I liked the books in the series just fine. So why would I call the series problematic? So unfair! It’s because I love Chakraborty’s stand-alone novel, The Adventures of Amina al-Sarafi, so much more. The series books are a let-down. VERY UNFAIR! It’s not that I hated her Daevabad series. I enjoyed a lot of it. I did find myself getting a bit tired of the main character by the end, very tired of the torn-between-two-lovers trope, and a bit skeptical of the magic. This may be because the series has more of a YA feel and I am an older (oh, all RIGHT, old) reader, so it doesn’t resonate with me as much. The Adventures of Amina al-Sarafi, on the other hand, gave me more fun than a reader has any right to have. Read the series, sure, but go read her standalone! These books are all set in an Arabian-Nights fantasy world, very refreshing after the umpteenth Tolkien clone milking Western and Northern European mythologies and folkways. The Adventures of Amina al-Sarafi was short-listed for the 2024 Hugo Award, and I thought it was worthy of winning. See my review here.

The Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan (1948-2007)

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Speaking of the umpteenth Tolkien clone. . .After the first one or two novels in Jordan’s series, beginning with The Eye of the World (1990), these just got tedious. And they are long. And they are not very well written. And there is an entire shelf of the things. Sorry, fans. I didn’t like the Amazon streaming series, either. Call me a grinch, but it all seems like a tired Tolkien-esque rehash.

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Sarah Maas (1986)

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The whole series goes by the title of the first, and there are four more. They are all known fondly by their many, many fans as ACOTAR. I nearly stopped at the first book, which was very “damsel in distress,” especially when the hot rescuer-hero kept throwing up red flags for abuse. At a friend’s nagging, I read the second, which I liked better. But after that. . .I don’t know. I didn’t believe in the characters’ bathrooms, or their sweaters (I do know how odd that sounds), and while hot sex with enormous buffed-up bats was kind of intriguing, I got worn out. But really–the hot bats were pretty ingenious. I myself am trying to write a novel where several of the hot guys are birds, and that presents some problems. I mean, bats are mammals, at least. And I did read all of the ACOTAR books. They were originally classified as YA, but because of their sexual content, they are more appropriately classified as New Adult. Maas more or less invented the new wildly popular hybrid genre called romantasy, and this series is the most famous romantasy series of all time. See my blog post on fae fiction.

Revelation Space, Alastair Reynolds (b. 1966)

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What do you do with a complete mismatch between you the reader and the book or series you’re trying to read? You can try to educate yourself better about that particular book/series. I have done this many times in my academic career. Shocking, I know, but I don’t like Dickens–yet I educated myself to appreciate Dickens. But yeah, I don’t think I’m up to hard SF, and so Reynolds’s very highly regarded series–and all of the many other hard SF very highly regarded novels he has written–leaves me cold. This is on me. We all have our blind spots, and here is one of mine. Apparently readers who really know about these things do love this SF tetralogy and other books by Reynolds, so don’t go by me. Also, I don’t really enjoy sentient ship stories–except Ann Leckie’s! And Wall-E. One of fiction’s true supervillains? Auto the Wall-E ship’s autopilot. If you are a Reynolds fan, you will be getting pretty exasperated with me right about now, so I will shut up.

The All-Souls Trilogy, Deborah Harkness (b. 1965)

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I was kind of intrigued by the first one, A Discovery of Witches (2011), a historical fantasy/time travel novel, and I kind of liked the Netflix streaming series, although only because of Matthew Goode’s sexy vampire, not whoever played the main character. I liked the inventiveness about vampire culture in the trilogy (now gone on to a sixth book). I liked the exploration of Renaissance alchemy, especially since the author, a scholar working in the history of science, knows what she’s talking about. I was relieved that in the second novel the author didn’t go after some ridiculous conspiracy theory about Shakespeare while being perfectly fine about his shortcomings (he’s not a god, after all), I loved the fictionalization of the whole School of Night group, and I loved the appearance of Lady Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke (Sir Philip Sidney’s sister) as a character. But after the first one or two of these novels, the series began to sag, in my opinion, especially after a scene of magically conjured Fourth of July fireworks, which just seemed silly. I did learn a lot about the Yellow Fever epidemic of 1793 in Philadelphia. That was interesting. Other readers love these books and the romantasy elements in them, so if this is you, go for it.

Outlander, Diana Gabaldon (b. 1952)

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These very popular historical fantasy/time travel novels are too soapy. Really. But some of it is fun. However, some of it is rapey. Don’t let me get on my high horse about it, because I confess it, I have kind of obsessively read all but the most recent one. Whew, there are nine, with apparently one more planned. I have also watched all but the latest iteration of the streaming series, also hugely popular. When I went as a tourist all over the Scottish Highlands, half the other tourists were there because they had read the books, seen the series, or both. Everyone has a guilty pleasure, and until recently, this was one of mine. I think I’ve burned out on it, though. It seems to have spawned an entire industry of historical bodice-ripping romance featuring lusty Highlanders. In kilts. Always kilts.

Series that are a hard NO for me

The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant,The Unbeliever, Stephen R. Donaldson (b. 1947)

I read Lord Foul’s Bane (1977), the first book of the first series, only because I had promised a friend I would. There are two trilogies and a tetralogy, but I didn’t make it past that first book. Some have labeled these books “high fantasy.” Technically, they are portal fantasy–at least the first book is–because during an auto accident, a mysterious slip between worlds catapults the main character from our own realistic setting into the fantasy realm. That was interesting, but the unapologetic misogyny extending to unapologetic rape made me ill. Don’t get me wrong. Rape is an actual occurrence, real people commit it and are victimized by it, and no author should shy away from writing about that or any other aspect of the world and human nature. (Some disagree with me there.) So how is Donaldson’s fiction any different from Gabaldon’s? It’s the attitude toward rape that repels me in Donaldson’s book. I will say that leprosy (Hansen’s Disease) as a metaphor for the main character’s problem is an intriguing device, but even that is pretty dated (and maybe insulting?), and I was just not going to continue this repellent series.

One Second After, William R. Forstchen (b. 1950)

See my review. I don’t like this man’s politics, and I blame that kind of politics for the terrible Constitutional and national crisis in the U.S. today. So no, not gonna go on with this series set after a nuclear incident wipes out the country. Attitudes like the ones espoused in this novel are already on their way to wiping out the country, no nukes needed. If the author’s politics don’t trouble you, or if you share them, you may like his novel and its siblings, but Alas, Babylon, by Pat Franks, while older, is a lot better and covers similar ground. As you see, I pull no punches in this blog.

Color My Speculative Fiction GREEN

Now that the planet is burning up, it’s no accident that novelists are writing about it–especially as devastating fires sweep down on the LA area while I’m writing this post.

Thanks to beasternchen from Pixabay for this free-to-publish image.

Completely understandable we’re using speculative fiction to explore climate collapse and ecological destruction. Fictions of all types, written, imagistic, patternings of all kinds such as poetic and musical, cinematic, gamer (fun and serious), even legal, even (one might argue) scientific hypotheses, illustrate a common human defensive practice. We try out thoughts, emotions, habits of thinking, situations by using a speculative microcosm, a little laboratory. We build an imaginary world, peer into it, maybe find ourselves entertained by it, but always, even if we are barely aware of it, use it to understand and comfort ourselves, even find solutions to our distress. In the best, most immersive fictional experiences, we discover empathy. Through this human impulse to explore the “little world” of the fiction, we encounter reality in the larger world, and (given the evidence of the Lascaux cave paintings of the Upper Paleolithic and similar finds) we always have.

Novelists as well as writers and creators in other forms increasingly turn to the type of speculative fiction variously termed eco-lit, ecology literature, green literature–to mention a few of its labels. True, all fiction is speculative. A lot of eco-lit is “realistic,” mimicking life as experienced by real people in real historical moments and real places. I’m thinking of Ann Pancake’s Strange as This Weather Has Been (2007), a novel about communal and family breakdown in Appalachia as mountain-top removal mining destroys not only the physical environment but a way of life. An earlier example, Peter Matthiessen’s At Play in the Fields of the Lord (1965), shows the damage a technologically advanced and arrogant culture can do to an indigenous culture and its life-giving environment. One of the most powerful recent books in this vein is the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Overstory, by Richard Powers.

Readers and publishers categorize other recent compelling eco-lit– novels, films, and storytelling in other media ( such as The Last of Us and Fallout 76–video games translated into long-form streaming series)–as speculative fiction. This is speculative fiction as it is usually understood, especially dystopian fiction and science fiction (the sub-genre sometimes snarkily referred to as Cli-Fi). These fictions may be set on a near-future earth under threat of climate collapse, or on other planets, or in the far-future. Environmental disaster in these fictional settings can be either the main problem or the consequences of a different problem (nuclear war, for example). If you’re looking for a good list of green-lit/eco-lit novels to read, you might start with the one published by The Guardian in 2020. It’s a bit dated now, but this is a great list. And here is a wonderful eco-lit web site.

Here are six very compelling speculative eco-lit novels–three older novels that have become classics of the genre, and three more recent novels. Of course there are many others. The ones on this list are all superb, and they all address environmental issues, all in different ways. I haven’t posted here in a while–reading other kinds of stuff. It’s time for some speculative fiction!

Take a look at my mini-reviews of these books and the other sources I’ve listed, and other lists of great eco-fiction. Then get reading.

There are many more of these eco-themed speculative novels to read and ponder. Older novels such as J.C. Ballard’s fever-dream of a book, The Drowned World (beware repellant racial stereotypes, though–and its misogyny–never have I encountered a more passive, purely decorative heroine). Newer novels such as Omar El Akkad’s American War. More coming all the time. With the hurricane damage, the fire damage, the inundation of our coastal areas, it’s past time to think deeply about these matters, and fiction–although no substitute for determined action to change the world–is one of the ways we can try out these ideas most empathetically, even energize ourselves for direct action.

Here’s my list:

  • Ursula LeGuin, The Word for World is Forest (1972)
  • Octavia Butler, The Parable of the Sower (1993)
  • Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake (2003)
  • Paolo Bacigalupi, The Water Knife (2016)
  • Kim Stanley Robinson, The Ministry for the Future (2020)
  • Annalee Newitz, The Terraformers (2023)

Earlier novels . . .

Ursula LeGuin, The Word for World is Forest (1972)

Find it on Amazon. First published in 1973 by Doubleday.

The matchless Ursula LeGuin wrote this Hugo Award-winning novella in the ’70s. It’s a quick read incorporating many of the themes of her longer novels: clash of cultures, encountering “the other,” and in this book especially, the devastating impact of colonialism on environment. In this novel, an encroaching, colonizing civilization possesses advanced technology able to overwhelm a colonized world without that technological advantage. In this prescient novel, the civilization with the advanced technology is out to destroy its victim’s environment for profit. It’s not a fair fight.

I say prescient, but of course the novel looks backward as well. I’m thinking of the chapter in Jared Diamond’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Guns, Germs, and Steel explaining how in 1532 the Spaniard Francisco Pizarro and his band of only hundreds, with hardly any damage to themselves, could take over the massive Inca civilization. They employed powerful technological advantages–the gun and the domesticated horse–for the ultimate enrichment of Spain. Weird to think of a horse as “technology,” I know, but read Diamond’s book–so interesting despite flaws of overstatement and overgeneralization.

LeGuin’s short novel is part of her Hainish cycle, published between her masterpieces The Left Hand of Darkness and The Dispossessed.

Octavia Butler, Parable of the Sower (1993)

Find it on Amazon. First published in 1993.

Butler’s profoundly moving dystopian novel is the tale of a young “empath” (a person who preternaturally feels others’ pain as if experiencing it herself) who lives in a near-future gated community outside Los Angeles. The carefully maintained defenses of the “haves” fall to the desperation of the “have-nots.” Fleeing as her relatively safe home succumbs to violence, the main character, Lauren Olamina, makes her way north through a ravaged environment. She marries a charismatic man working for a more just society. Together they establish the utopian community Acorn on principles that Lauren envisions, a new religion she calls Earthseed. The novel not only explores the consequences of climate change on the environment but especially the socioeconomic pressures of social injustice exacerbated by climate change. One of those near-future dystopian novels that makes us cringe the more Butler’s predictions mirror present-day circumstances.

Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake (2003)

Find it HERE. First published in 2003.

Some critics loved this book when it was first published. Others were dismissive. I thought it was brilliant when I first read it. Re-readings have only made me admire it more. People think of The Handmaid’s Tale as Atwood’s most prophetic novel (which, interestingly, has a climate-collapse backstory). Oryx and Crake rivals that novel’s prescience. Sadly, Oryx and Crake holds the distinction of being one of the most banned books in American schools. Dystopia is already here, folks. Keep ’em ignorant and maybe they won’t notice their whole world is collapsing.

Oryx and Crake is a novel about a future America devastated by environmental collapse caused by corporate greed, misplaced use of advanced technology in the service of that greed, and disinformation designed to cover up the impending devastation. Sound familiar? It also anticipates a certain Big Pharma scandal involving a company distributing and heavily promoting drugs causing a terrifying health crisis that benefits the company more and more handsomely the more they deny their role in creating it. Sound familiar?

When the novel begins, the narrator is one of the last humans alive–as far as he knows, the very last. Not so the terrifying genetically engineered creatures escaped from their controlled experiments, now thriving in the wild and hunting him. Their savagery is matched only by the savagery of the environment in which he is slowly starving to death. It’s a novel about the price paid by a society valuing STEM training unchecked by education in the humanities, a society where greed runs rampant over any sort of morality, technology trumps human empathy. In a really intriguing way, Oryx and Crake is also a Robinsonade. It’s a wonderful novel. Everyone should read it, especially kids in school. Apparently a bunch of school boards disagree with me there.

Many readers love the sequel, Year of the Flood, even more (maybe better called a companion book, because it involves different characters). I love them both but Oryx and Crake most. Unfortunately the much-later-written third novel in the trilogy, MaddAddam, doesn’t really measure up, although it does connect some dots and tie up some narrative threads.

On to more recent novels. . .

Paolo Bacigalupi, The Water Knife (2016)

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At first gasp, Bacigalupi’s novel is a thriller that just happens to be set in the near-future and just happens to involve a horrific fight over water rights in the intermountain West. The PR for the novel calls it Mad Max meets Chinatown. The Mad Max part not so much, I’m thinking. The novel doesn’t present a post-apocalyptic landscape resembling Mars but a credibly and terribly degraded version of what we see around us every day. I’d say the novel is Breaking Bad meets Chinatown, with water instead of crystal meth the substance so desired people will kill for it and betray their best friends for it in the most vicious and depraved ways. There’s the same sense of impending dread and violence, the same sickening spiral into actual and incredibly sadistic violence. At one point, I was so disturbed I had to stop reading.

I found the novel a bit hard to get into. The first half hops from character to character to character so fast the novel feels out of focus. Midway through, though, the story finds its footing. I buckled up for a wild and violent ride. I ended up liking the novel although not just loving it. I found the characters interesting but a bit too brittle and unlikeable. If you read it, you may disagree, especially if you are a fan of the suspense-thriller genre (as I am not) with its hard-boiled, hard-nosed macho characters. But I CAN like such a read. Or show. I’m thinking of Breaking Bad again–we WANT to like Walter White, even when he turns out to be a monster. Who is a more compelling (can I say relatable? and at the same time monstrous?) character than Gus Fring? I still want to know more about his back-story. And don’t get me started on Better Call Saul, different but equally superb. I’m not sure whether Bryan Cranston or Bob Odenkirk is more revered around here. Vince Gilligan for sure. Which brings me to. . .

For me, the most relatable thing about The Water Knife is not its characters but its setting, both the physical setting and the political and socioeconomic backdrop. I’m perched right now in the Sandia Mountains of New Mexico just east of Albuquerque, where I spend about a third of my time, thinking how the LA fires could have as easily started here. How, if they did, all of us up here would be (literally) toast. I’m sitting here thinking about the politics of the Colorado River and who controls its water, with New Mexico apparently the last-stop step-sister of the Colorado River Compact. I’m thinking about how I drive by the settings for Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul every day, and how the news suggests those violent series have not strayed far from the truth. I’m thinking about recent natural disasters–the LA fires, the hurricane devastation in the Appalachians, and all the rest–and how tied they are to climate change, how much fuel for disinformation they occasioned and still are, how much distrust in the federal government is building because of it, how much finger-pointing is going on, how dangerously states seem to be pitted against states these days.

The Water Knife deals with all of these issues, especially the Balkanization of the U.S. into warring, barricaded combat zones beholden to near-feudal billionaire overlords or well-heeled absentee landlords from other nation-states. Meanwhile, a weakened federal government is powerless to stop the carnage. Bottom line: The Water Knife isn’t some illustrated filled-out Powerpoint with cardboard characters, like some other novels based on contemporary problems. It is a powerful, important book that really rewards the reading.

Kim Stanley Robinson, The Ministry for the Future (2020)

Find it HERE.

Whew. Where can I even start? This book is a must-read. The opening is one of the most horrific I’ve ever read. Strangely, you can’t call this near-future novel dystopian, because it presents a hopeful message. The conditions of the plot are about as dystopian as it gets, though.

The novel begins with a major heat wave in India that kills twenty million people, a scale almost impossible to imagine. We see this scene from the close-in perspective of a humanitarian aid worker devastated and irrevocably changed by his experience as one of the few survivors. He sets out to assassinate a highly-placed member of an international agency charged with the near-impossible task of mitigating the increasing, increasingly terrible climate disasters assailing the world. As the planet careens past its tipping point, both characters–the aid worker and his target–are changed and deepened.

I love character-driven fiction, and I love Robinson’s characters. Read as many of his books as you can get your hands on! His characters always seem completely human, flaws and all. Flawed human beings living through dangerous times on a damaged planet heading for ultimate disaster–a thrilling if sobering read.

The Los Angeles Review of Books calls this novel Robinson’s grimmest, and “not an easy read” (I tore through it, myself) and Robinson, nevertheless, as “our culture’s last great utopian.” The reviewer takes issue with Robinson’s method. In a manner reminiscent of Dos Passos, Robinson interlards the plot with snippets of many different types of writing–newspaper accounts, bureaucratic reports, and the like. I don’t know–I went with it. The characters seemed real to me and because of this method, the world-building did too. In clumsier hands, it wouldn’t have worked. But Robinson is not a clumsy writer.

Stephen Frug’s review of the novel also critiques its modernist collage of narrative types but concludes that The Ministry for the Future is above all a political novel. That seems on the nose to me. Frug’s most interesting charge, though, is that by setting his novel in the very near future, Robinson risked real events outrunning the fictional ones–which, Frug persuasively argues, is exactly what has happened. Robinson’s novel, as Frug points out, deals very little with the actual political and social forces opposing climate action right now–yet surely those forces would have played an outsized role if the events of the novel were taking place in the contemporary world. And here it comes, people–the near-future, rapidly turning into the present.

I loved Robinson’s novel anyway. I am in good company. In 2020, Barack Obama called it one of his favorite books of the year. Mr. Obama is a reader I really trust, too. Other books on his list are Jack, by the inimitable Marilynne Robinson (no kin to Kim Stanley–and good lord, read ALL of her books), as well as James MacBride’s amazing Deacon King Kong (read all of his). So I stand by my opinion.

Annalee Newitz, The Terraformers (2023)

Find it HERE.

Bacigalupi’s novel is set in the near-future on Planet Earth. Robinson’s is set in the scary REALLY near-future. But Newitz’s novel is set in the far-future, and not even on our own planet. It is still one of the most compelling examples of eco-fiction I’ve read. Talk about using a fictional world as a laboratory for ours. The politics of this novel, the use of bureaucratic regulations as a tool for ecological repair while others are using it as a weapon of ecological destruction–amazing.

I actually reviewed this novel this summer, when I was reading as many of the short-listed novels for the big speculative fiction prizes as I could. See my review here. Newitz’s novel was short-listed for the 2024 Nebula Award. Although it didn’t win, I thought it was marvelous, all the more since it’s a novel that really shouldn’t work as a novel–it covers a thousand years in the terraforming of a planet. Novels really are about character, one of their signature traits, and you’d think if a writer wanted to explore a time period that long, involving a thousand years’ worth of characters, the writer should maybe break down and write nonfiction instead. This novel works, though. The characters are marvelous, perhaps because the planet itself becomes the main character. I won’t go on and on about this great novel. I could! But I already did, so please see my earlier review. Damn, Newitz’s novel should have won an award.

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Just the same, the novels that did win several of those awards had a climate focus, too, and they are just terrific. I could have posted reviews of them here too, especially The Saint of Bright Doors, by Vajra Chandrasekera, The Mountain in the Sea, by Ray Nayler, and In Ascension, by Martin MacInnes. In fact, I already did. See those reviews in my earlier posts, too, and read the novels. They are great!