3.5 - 4 stars
The Saga of the Pliocene Exile is classic science-fantasy that scratches the itch when you don’t know if you’re in the mood for a little high-tech chocolate, or maybe some swords-n-magic peanut butter…why not go with both? After all, they’re two great tastes that taste great together! The series draws from many sources and displays the earmarks of a number of influences: a little of sword-and-planet here, a dash of psionic sci-fi there, a soupçon of time travel hijinks, mix in a huge dose of Celtic mythology, and a leavening of historical fiction with some soap opera thrown in for good measure just to name a few. Add to that the fact that it grows into (or grows from, depending on whether you’re looking at the external ‘real world’ timeline of publication or the internal one that May creates in her timey-whimey future history) the Galactic Milieu Series and the overall achievement (in my eyes at least) is impressive.
The Coles Notes intro to May’s world is that humanity has newly become part of a galactic society built upon the existence of psionic powers. The elder races that are shepherding humanity into this civilization have opened up to them the secrets of interstellar travel, nearly limitless energy, the ability to ‘rejuvinate’ from old age, and the chance to unlock the race’s unprecedented potential in the mental powers they were only starting to discover in themselves. It is, to all appearances, the beginning of a Golden Age. Of course there’s a catch and humanity has to make a few concessions in order to become a part of this brave new world: they must agree to adopt one universal human language (English ‘natch), are generally encouraged to do away with racial-nationalistic distinctions (except in cases where these distinctions have been deemed to be exceptional and beneficial to the overall progress of the species…more on this anon), and must generally buckle under the existing laws of the Galactic Milieu, especially in regards to the use and policing of the afore-mentioned mental powers. For most of humanity, even those not gifted with operant psychic powers, it’s something approximating a utopia. Of course there’s always those misfits that don’t fit in and who squirm under the avuncular hand of Big Brother, no matter how altruistic or well-meaning. What’s a person to do if they don’t fit into the mould required of humanity? What do you do if utopia makes you want to kill yourself? Luckily for these misfits a wayward scientist discovered a seemingly useless, though still astonishing, miracle: a one-way time portal to the Pliocene era of earth’s pre-history. There’s no telling what’s on the other side, or how harsh life might be, but if you want to forge your own path without a bunch of know-it-all E.T.s telling you what’s best for you then it can be a pretty attractive option. Thus are born the Exiles.
The main group of characters we follow, known as Group Green due to the designation assigned to them when they arrive at the Auberge du Portail where the time portal is maintained, is made up of the following cast-offs: Claude Majewski, an aged paleontologist recently bereft of his wife; Bryan Grenfell, perhaps the most ‘normal’ of the exiles after Claude, he is a successful, but heartsick, anthropologist only going to the Pliocene to follow his lost love; Elizabeth Orme, a former masterclass psionic operant whose great powers were lost in an accident that also killed her husband (her apparent inoperancy being the only reason she is allowed to go into Exile); Felice Landry, a borderline psychotic athlete with severe anger management issues and latent psychic powers; Aiken Drum, an ingenius trickster and, like Landry, an unrepentant recidivist whose only options were mind-control, euthanasia, or Exile; Stein Oleson, an emotionally and psychologically wounded driller with atavistic dreams of living life as a viking; Annamaria (Amerie) Roccaro, a nun-priest and doctor reaching a vocational and personal crisis; and Richard Voorhees, a disgraced starship pilot and confirmed xenophobe. As you can already see there are quite a number of ‘main’ characters May centers on, and the list is only going to grow as the extended cast of minor (and other major) characters comes onto the scene.
May takes her time with the set-up and the entire first third of the book gives us a good grounding in the world of the Galactic Milieu and also covers the individual circumstances of each of Group Green’s members, both before and during their preparation for translation to the Pliocene. Once in the Pliocene a great shock is in store for our world-weary travellers as they discover the startling fact that an alien species who fled their own galaxy is inhabiting prehistoric Earth (hello chariots of the gods!) and have set up a society in which humans are a valued, and much needed, resource. The relationship of these aliens (the Tanu) to the incoming flood of human refugees is somewhat ambiguous: they are careful to give all new time travellers the best possible view of themselves and it does seem that at least some of the humans are very happy with their new lot in life…there can be some significant advantages to playing ball with the Tanu as they have discovered a way to make latent meta powers operant (by using a device called a torc that, once worn, cannot be removed but brings forth any significant psi powers), and even those who have no viable powers can find a comfortable existence among them (if they have the necessary skills) that is a far cry from the expected harsh realties of roughing it in a more pristince prehistoric wilderness.
Of course, not all humans agree that this pseudo-benevolent partnership is such a great thing, and it can certainly be argued that they have simply moved from one gilded cage to another (those damn paternalistic aliens!) Our stalwart heroes are each tested for latent meta faculties and the group is split up as the wheat are separated from the chaff…the first indication that perhaps not everyone has such a great time of it in the Tanu-dominated Pliocene. We also discover that the shock of temporal translation has jump-started Elizabeth’s own operant powers and she is a unique prize for the Tanu if they play their cards right: a powerful fully operant meta (all of the Tanu are only latent whose powers are brought about by the technology of the aforementioned torcs) who could be a significant boon to the breeding plans of the latent Tanu. Yup, that’s right, it appears as though Tanu and humans can mate to produce viable offspring, something the aliens took advantage of when they discovered that the background radiation of the earth was detrimental to their own reproductive processes and refugees from the time-stream starting appearing on their doorstep. We’ve got a real recipe for trouble: eugenic breeding of humans and aliens, wild psionic powers, and, as we discover, a nearly foolproof way for the Tanu to maintain their hold on any discontented humans: mind control via torc.
As the story develops we get further pieces of the puzzle of Pliocene society: there is another member of the alien dimorphic species, the Firvulag, who while less powerful in general than their Tanu cousins, are fully operant; they are also in the midst of a life-long war with their alien confreres, each trying to wipe out the other in a bid to bring about their own alien ragnarok as they practice the battle religion that got them kicked out of their own galaxy in the first place. There are also small pockets of refugee humans attempting to stage a resistance against the ‘Tanu oppressors’ in the hopes of bringing about humanity’s freedom. This volume concentrates mostly on the details of what happens to the ‘rejects’ from Group Green (those that showed no significant psionic latencies and who had no other skills the Tanu wanted to take advantage of): Richard, Felice (who managed to hide her not insiginificant abilities from discovery), Claude, and Amerie as they attempt to escape from their apparent fate as chattel of the Tanu and come across the above-mentioned mysteries. Is it any surprise that their advent to the Pliocene is the trigger to revolt that the ‘Lowlife’ humans have been waiting for? Of course it’s not! We do get a few glimpses of the high life that the remainder of Group Green are treated to as they are taken to the Tanu capital as ‘privileged guests’, but the further development of their story really has to wait until volume two.
I really like the Pliocene saga (and its sibling the Galactic Milieu series). To me it’s a classic and I recall it as one of those series that seemed to be omnipresent in my youth and thus stands as something of a hallmark of days-gone-by. It’s one of the few that I can think of off the top of my head that dealt in any systematic, and interesting, way with psionics, and the combination of old fashioned adventure and personal ‘soap opera’ with fantasy and sci-fi elements was a winning combination. May does seem to have a few hobby horses that may seem a bit questionable: some of her lingo, especially slang, is fairly dated; she has an apparent belief in the cultural distinctness of certain nationalistic groups (esp. Celts, French Canadians, and surprisingly Americans) whose stereotypes she perhaps plays up a bit and who come in for special treatment by the Galactic Milieu because of their ‘specialness’…something that might not sit too well with more modern sensibilities; and a few of her characters (*cough* Aiken *cough*) might be seen as Mary Sues when glimpsed from certain angles. I don’t think any of this is able to significantly distract from the pure pleasure of reading this series (again for me at least) and the intricate twists and turns of the plot as each of the characters grows and comes to terms with the strange new existence they face is a heck of a lot of fun. I definitely enjoyed returning to the Pliocene with Group Green and look forward to the further adventures I know they have in store for them as we continue on to volume two: the Golden Torc!