I read that Robert Sawyer excels in the SF/mystery crossover novel, that his plots are grounded in current reality and are not strung out in distant planets, and that he often explores the intersection of science and religion, and contemplates consciousness. For all these reasons I picked up this book which was blurbed as a plot against America replete with assassins, terrorists and science experiments gone wrong.
And I wasn’t disappointed, for the mystery novel was obvious: the US President is shot by an insider, and the White House is destroyed by a bomb. The science fiction takes over when a memory altering experiment being carried out in a nearby Washington hospital, the same one that the injured president is rushed to, is disturbed by an electromagnetic pulse emanating from the White House explosion. Those in the vicinity of the experiment start seeing other people’s memories in addition to their own. The linkages are not reciprocal but linear, and the hunt is on to find out who has access to the President’s memories, for that would be tantamount to a national security breach, particularly as the President has recently given the go ahead for an international military operation of an unprecedented scale.
The part that didn’t work for me was that there were too many characters, many rendered as cartoon cut-outs in order to move the twisting and turning plot along. It was hard to keep track of who was linked to whom memory-wise, and the implications thereof. And yet this unnatural situation poses ethical questions regarding privacy, forcible confinement, campaign trail lies, and relationships, all that are boldly explored. As a result of the linked memories, new associations are formed and others are fractured, and everyone is on edge for knowing too much. And as the days pass, this addling of memories only gets worse and more complex.
Sawyer, a Canadian, who seems at ease in his US scene-setting, makes his sentiments known about his country’s prime minister through the mouths of his characters. For example, the fictional US President describes the Canadian PM as “a weaselly petty man.” Conversely, the author absolves the former of his campaign trail lies by saying, “an evil politician lies all the time, a good one picks and chooses when to lie.”
Much has been said about the bizarre ending of this book which vaults it out of its mystery trajectory. And yet, given that the novel is categorized as science fiction, I think this dislocation— just like the memory dislocation—is necessary to return the book to its science fiction roots and to the premise that “while an individual can do damage on an increasing scale with evolving technology, the collective desire for good can negate it.” However, with this departure, I was also left wondering why the fast-paced plot twists of the earlier mystery novel were needed when the author was trying to establish a totally different premise?
I was also left with a further question, which all good science fiction is supposed to do, and that was: “why would we all want to be the same on this planet, all knowing and all understanding? How boring a place would that be, and why would we need so many of us, all of whom would be clones of each other?” Perhaps that will be the dilemma to be solved in Sawyer’s next novel, if he hasn’t addressed it already.