Dream with Our Eyes Open

The planet Sask-E (Sasky to its devoted caretakers) has the potential to be of great value to its owners, an outfit called Verdance. To this end they have started terraforming it, intending to re-create the Late Pleistocene for the enjoyment of well-heeled tourists. Although the process will achieve an Earth-type planet in much less time than it took for the original Earth to reach this stage, it's still a long-term project. That doesn't bother the owners, though: they have lifespans typically measured in centuries (or possibly even larger increments).

In the ground, working in the dirt, are the terraformers, led by the Environmental Rescue Team. The reader's experience in the first of three sections is focused on Destry, who is deeply devoted to her planet. So much so that in the opening of the story, she murders an apparently illicit visitor who is killing and eating the carefully placed wild animals. The repercussions of this impetuous action have her assigned to a back-country exploration trip with her faithful intelligent moose Whistle, where they make a discovery that slowly but completely changes the next millennium of Sasky's development.

The tone of this book was nostalgic for me. It read rather like Andre Norton, full of charming little details that show the reader the differences in this new culture from ours, with appealing characters, but it's also overall slightly flat. Newitz strikes me as a dutiful writer rather than an inspired one,

It's this nostalgic and naïve voice that tripped me up: I somehow entirely missed the significance of a statement early on, attributed to the owner-company's bitchy mouthpiece (emphasis added):

"Verdance had paid to build this planet, including its biological labor force…everything here — other than rocks, water, and the magnetic field — was part of Verdance’s proprietary ecosystem development kit. And that meant every life form was legally the company’s property, including Destry and Whistle."

It becomes all too clear what this means for the protagonists as the story progresses through its three sections.

I liked the book. In addition to Norton, it reminds me of Janet Kagan's Mirabile stories in the whimsy of the biological inventions, and there is also a bit of Becky Chambers-style hopepunk in the social structures and physical communities of the biological labor force.

I read this in the run-up to the Hugo nominations. It was honored with inclusion in various "best of 2023" lists, including the Locus Reading List.

I must point out something first.

In Scalzi's earlier book, The Kaiju Preservation Society, we have Jamie Gray, who in the opening pages of the book loses his unremunerative job as a food delivery courier and then gets dragged into a mysterious international organization that is doing things that are pretty unbelievable.

In Starter Villain, we have Charlie Fitzer, who in the opening pages of the book loses his home and is spirited away from his unremunerative career as a substitute teacher to get dragged into a mysterious international organization that is doing things that are pretty unbelievable.

Just sayin'.

Now, there really are differences. Jamie is a mouthy asshole but actually turns out to be pretty brave and competent as an action hero. Charlie is meek and almost milquetoast but stubborn and loyal - and also actually pretty brave. Where Jamie was dragged into a very sci-fi scenario involving preserving magical megafauna on a planet that's apparently in another dimension, Charlie is dragged into a merely James Bondian scenario involving a secret cabal of obnoxious supervillains, with whom his recently deceased uncle was somehow involved.

Oh, and also "talking" cats - although they have to use specially modified keyboards to communicate. If this reminds anyone of science fiction author Mary Robinette Kowal's cat Elsie, it's not by accident, as the author notes in an afterword.

This was a moderately entertaining book, but not a great one.

The awful thing about this is that I like Scalzi as a human being. He has done a number of very good things for science fiction and its fandom, and he is IMO one of the wittiest people on Earth with a tweet (or whatever they're being called these days). But this is not his best effort. I might have been able to ignore that if this book hadn't been shortlisted for the Hugo Award for Best Novel.