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445 pages, ebook
First published April 23, 2013
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Mission of Greed by Sue Lange *3 stars*
Sailing the Antarsa by Vandana Singh *4 stars*
Landfall from the Blood Star Frontier by Joan Slonczewski *0.5 stars*
This Alakie and the Death of Dima by Terry Boren *2 stars*
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The Waiting Stars by Aliette de Bodard *4 stars*
The Shape of Thought by Ken Liu *3 stars*
Under Falna's Mask by Alex Dally MacFarlane *3 stars*
Mimesis by Martha Wells *3.5 stars*
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Velocity's Ghost by Kelly Jennings *2.5 stars*
Exit, Interrupted by C. W. Johnson *1 star*
Dagger and Mask by Cat Rambo *3 stars*
Ouroboros by Christine Lucas *3.5 stars*
Cathedral by Jack McDevitt *3.5 stars*
But at last the Council gave its reluctant blessing, and here I was, on a ship bound for the stars. I am a woman past my youth, although not yet of middle age, and I have strived always to take responsibility for my actions. So I watched the moon and the great curve of the planet that was my home fall away into the night, and I wept. But I did not turn around.
-Sailing the Antarsa
As I started reading Sailing the Antarsa, I felt the text begged the question: Would you be willing to forever leave all that you know and love for the chance to be a record breaking explorer?
Mayha is a decedent of pilgrims from Earth who traveled to a distant planet - Dhara - and colonized it. Unlike today's humans, the settlers of Dhara lived in great harmony with the planet. They even go as far as to make biological modifications to themselves in order to more fully live and survive in their environment(s). The people of Dhara believe in "kinship" with living creatures and it is very important to them.
“A kinship is a relationship that is based on the assumption that each person, human or otherwise, has a right to exist, and a right to agency,” she intoned. “This means that to live truly in the world we must constantly adjust to other beings, as they adjust to us. We must minimize and repair any harm that we do. Kinship goes all the way from friendship to enmity—and if a particular being does not desire it, why, we must leave it alone, leave the area. Thus through constant practice throughout our lives we begin to be ready with the final kinship—the one we make with death.”
-Sailing the Antarsa
The idea of kinship seems to be the founding principle that the Dharans use to focus their lives. So it makes some sort of sense that Mayha - a true traveler/adventurer at heart - would be interested in discovering possible new planets, new peoples and possibly locate other Kin from Earth who traveled to the Antarsa area instead of the Dhara area that Mayha's people settled.
So it was shown to us that a planet far from humanity’s original home is kin to us, a brother, a sister, a mother. To seek kinship with all is an ancient maxim of my people, and ever since my ancestors came to this planet we have sought to do that with the smallest, tenderest thing that leaps, swoops or grows on this verdant world.
-Sailing the Antarsa
I loved Mayha's adventurous spirit. When Sailing the Antarsa opens, Mayha has already been traveling for eight years. Alone. The type of courage it must take to set off on a one way journey alone is...more than I have. Mayha is from a place that deeply treasures kinship with other living creatures - which makes her decision (to travel) and fate so much more difficult to parse.
Some of us have looked up at the night sky and wondered about other worlds that might be kin to us, other hearths and homes that might welcome us, through which we would experience a different becoming. Some of us yearn for those connections waiting for us on other shores. We seek to feed within us the god of wonder, to open within ourselves dusty rooms we didn’t know existed and let in the air and light of other worlds. And the discovery of the Antarsa, that most subtle of seas, has made it possible to venture far into that night, following the wide, deep current that flows by our planet during its northern winter. The current only flows one way.
Away.
So I am here.
-Sailing the Antarsa
Singh's writing in Sailing the Antarsa is so beautiful and lyrical. The beauty of the words almost masks the sadness of the tale - that of a single traveler recounting their life-lessons in order to lessen the overwhelming loneliness of deep space. I loved the way Mayha's story unfolded and the tales she remembered as the story progressed. I also enjoyed the whole idea of the Antarsa - of a Universe wide ocean and the lifeforms that actually live in space itself.
Sailing the Antarsa reminds me of The Girl in the Box by Ouida Sebestyen in the way the story unfolds to the reader (via flashbacks) as well as the lack of resolution. Which bothers me. Quite a bit. I get teary when I think about Mayha in her single ship all alone. I have a feeling that - like The Girl in the Box - I will think of Mayha in the future and wonder about her final fate.
My hands are still my hands. But I fancy I can feel, very subtly, the Antarsa wind blowing through my body. This has happened more frequently of late, so I wonder if it can be attributed solely to my imagination. Is it possible that my years-long immersion in the Antarsa current is beginning to effect a slow change? Perhaps my increased perception of the tangibility of the Antarsa is a measure of my own slow conversion, from ancient, ordinary matter to the new kind. What will remain of me, if that happens? I am only certain of one thing, or as certain as I can be in a universe so infinitely surprising: that the love of my kin, and the forests and seas and mountains of Dhara, will have some heft, some weight, in making me whoever I will be.
-Sailing the Antarsa
This one was...different. The Waiting Stars is a rather complex but short story that reminded me heavily of both Anne McCaffrey's Brainship series and The Matrix - but with a different (original) slant. Anne McCaffrey's Brainships are extremely intelligent but incredibly physically damaged humans who would have died at/before birth if they were not put into titanium shells at birth. These shellpeople - called "Brains" - run ships/ space stations, etc. Anything too complicated for a computer. The Waiting Stars has a different slant - although it is somewhat difficult to parse what is truth and what is false in regards to the creation of de Bodard's "Minds." The Waiting Stars - instead of "Brains" and Brainships - have "Minds" and Mind-ships. It appears that the Mind-ships - like the Brainships - are humans (of some sort) connected to and running spaceships (the ship is their body) and live for hundreds of years. It seems that the Minds are birthed from the beginning as cyborg-ish? and do not have the typical human body? Not quite sure.
The people who create/birth the Minds are called Dai Viet. They are at war? with a group called Outsiders - so heroine Lan Nhen along with her cousin Cuc and her great-great-aunt Mind-ship The Cinnabar Mansions are attempting to rescue captured great-aunt/Mind-ship The Turtle’s Citadel. The Turtle’s Citadel had been captured and placed in a derelict ship ward that was full of [captured] Mind-ships.The heartroom was back to its former glory: instead of Outsider equipment, the familiar protrusions and sharp organic needles of the Mind’s resting place; and they could see the Mind herself—resting snug in her cradle, wrapped around the controls of the ship—her myriad arms each seizing one rack of connectors; her huge head glinting in the light—a vague globe shape covered with glistening cables and veins. The burn mark from the Outsider attack was clearly visible, a dark, elongated shape on the edge of her head that had bruised a couple of veins—it had hit one of the connectors as well, burnt it right down to the color of ink.
Lan Nhen let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. “It scrambled the connector."
"And scarred her, but didn’t kill her,” Cuc said. “Just like you said."
-The Waiting Stars
While the rescue operation is in process, the POV shifts to a young woman named Catherine on the planet Prime. Catherine (and her female friends) are being educated/trained in "the Institution" where they have been "rescued" from their Dai Viet families by the Galactics (Outsiders). Why? The Galactics claim that the Dai Viet birth [non-organic] Minds by incubation in human women, resulting in horrific births.The camera was wobbling, rushing along a pulsing corridor—they could all hear the heavy breath of the woman, the whimpering sounds she made like an animal in pain; the soft, encouraging patter of the physician’s words to her.
"She’s coming,” the woman whispered, over and over, and the physician nodded—keeping one hand on her shoulder, squeezing it so hard his own knuckles had turned the color of a muddy moon.
"You have to be strong,” he said. “Hanh, please. Be strong for me. It’s all for the good of the Empire, may it live ten thousand years. Be strong."
The vid cut away, then—and it was wobbling more and more crazily, its field of view showing erratic bits of a cramped room with scrolling letters on the wall, the host of other attendants with similar expressions of fear on their faces; the woman, lying on a flat surface, crying out in pain—blood splattering out of her with every thrust of her hips—the camera moving, shifting between her legs, the physician’s hands reaching into the darker opening—easing out a sleek, glinting shape, even as the woman screamed again—and blood, more blood running out, rivers of blood she couldn’t possibly have in her body, even as the thing within her pulled free, and it became all too clear that, though it had the bare shape of a baby with an oversized head, it had too many cables and sharp angles to be human...
Then a quiet fade-to-black, and the same woman being cleaned up by the physician—the thing—the baby being nowhere to be seen. She stared up at the camera; but her gaze was unfocused, and drool was pearling at the corner of her lips, even as her hands spasmed uncontrollably.
-The Waiting Stars
The Galactics claim they are saving the girls from becoming broodmares. The reader cannot truly say if this is 100% true (the birthing) because later events in the story show that the Galactics have no problem with lying if it suits their needs. There is a feeling of...self-righteousness and echos of forced conversion coming from the Galactics that remind me of colonization. Th Galactics don't really seem to know or understand the Dai Viet - and they don't seem to care to know them, either. The Galactics obviously believe their way is best and Dai Viet are barbarians at the least.
Throughout The Waiting Stars the Outsiders/Galactics are not very detailed. There is no reason given for attacks/capture of Dai Viet Mind-ships. The only comments made are:Outsiders — the Galactic Federation of United Planets — were barely comprehensible in any case. They were the descendants of an Exodus fleet that had hit an isolated galaxy: left to themselves and isolated for decades, they had turned on each other in huge ethnic cleansings before emerging from their home planets as relentless competitors for resources and inhabitable planets.
-The Waiting Stars
and this is related to Catherine and her friend Johanna during their re-education in the Institution:a redemptionist church with a fortune to throw around, financing the children’s rescues and their education—and who thought every life from humans to insects was sacred (they’d all wondered, of course, where they fitted into the scheme).
-The Waiting Stars
The ending of The Waiting Stars was poignant and does make me question the moral idea of Mind-ships - but my moral questions even have questions. I don't know the hows and the whys of Mind-ships. I am unsure of how they are created and what [else besides a human body and physical touch] is sacrificed in that creation. I also wonder if only females can become Mind-ships since all of the characters in The Waiting Stars are female except for one. All of the Mind-ships are female and all of the "rescued" Dai Viet are girls. One of the things I did notice is that the Mind-ships may have human families but no human names: the two Mind-ships in the story - The Cinnabar Mansions and The Turtle’s Citadel - don't have names like "Catherine" or "Lan Nhen."
The ending was a little sad but freeing at the same time. You can capture an eagle, put it in a cage and love it...but it will always be an eagle and will never be a songbird....and, in that last moment, she finds herself reaching out for him, trying to touch him one last time, to catch one last glimpse of his face, even as a heart she didn’t know she had breaks.
-The Waiting Stars
"And the universe yawned with the bored indifference of the immortal and stretched in circles and spirals.
Ever-swirling, ever-moving circles.
And circles have no ends."
-Ouroboros
Over the last century, raw materials had become a rare commodity, unlike genetic material—unlike flesh. These days, Earth Central wouldn’t waste probes of titanium and steel to explore the icy oceans of Europa or the craters of Ganymede. They’d send Kallie and her kin.
They were cheap. Expendable. And no one would miss them.
-Ouroboros
So that was what lay beneath the surface.
Creation.
Humans were not the first to try and terraform Mars.
As she pulled herself together and made her way back to the cavern, she listened to the alien whispers, a crude translation from her bots. A species accustomed to a dry climate, dwellers of pyramids and builders of obelisks, along the banks of ever-flowing rivers. She listened to fragments of reports, of accounts of events she didn’t fully understand, of some undetermined malfunction or disaster that collapsed the surface and buried the device underground. There it lay for countless empty centuries, still struggling to change the surface, still true to its builders’ programming to change the dead soil to something more.
In the stretch of eons it had also changed itself.
-Ouroboros