Intelligent life is too dumb to live long.
If you are like me and go to the very very last page of a book after you finish reading it - yes, just as if you're at a Marvel Universe film and are waiting on the theater ushers to appear to signal that yes, the movie and credits and surprise credit scenes are now done done! - you'll see that Wick Welker's bio indicates that he "writes in multiple genres including medicine, post-apocalyptic and science fiction." That is certainly one reason that I have enjoyed each and every book of his that I've read (no, I must ashamedly admit I have not completed his entire catalogue… YET!). My point being that you can never pigeonhole the genre he'll be presenting and certainly not how he'll be presenting it. He has a true knack for taking various, well, tropes and turning them into an amalgam of new ways of looking at things, not only those needed to understand the book you're reading, but so much more.
We put on the masks of a new society, trying to build our way back to greatness. But we were never that great. The aliens showed us who we really are.
That being said, for me the best part is that he manages to wrap each of his often bizarre plot-lines up in some absolutely delicious prose! And it is both of these aspects will be my lasting memory of "Saint Elspeth". Now without being unnecessarily abrupt or even insulting, the general scenario of the story is not terribly new: aliens have ARRIVED. We don't know how, why don't know why, and we don't know what to do next. But in true apocalyptic, dystopian fashion, by the end of those first reveals we are left to ponder: who are the real monsters here? And naturally, it continues to be - unsurprisingly - man and his treatment of his fellow man. He has what I want and I have something he wants but he can't have it. Ad nauseam, ad infinitum. Naturally if this (waves hands vaguely) ever did happen, we'd probably even react more violently that Welker suggests and definitely wouldn't be leaving the West Coast out of our irradiated wasteland re-zoning!
Leaning towers of ancient corporatism loom like the corpses of mythical giants— a legend of old-world gods, part of the apocrypha of a once-powerful tribe.
There is enough of the "believable" with Neo SF, Neo LA and other colonies to balance very well the incredibly imaginative and sheer alienness (alienosity?) of the visitors. Welker even mentions the book that I would also parallel to this one in that regard, namely, Andy Weir's "Hail Mary". Both invite the reader to try and wrap their heads around something out there having not only an extremely different biological, neurological and whatever other fill-in-the-blank-ological make-up, but potentially very different motivations (or even the same as in Weir's drama) for travelling the heavens. But then we're challenged to consider if those motivations really are that different and we just go about reaching the same result with different tactics. And if there's also a Borg-level threat also looming, well, work on your resistance no matter how futile it feels!
The universe is intensely aware of who we are, where we are, and has nothing but intelligent contempt at our existence.
One thing I will say about "Saint Elspeth" is that it is not a very, well, happy book. Life is not great once the shelters release their re-colonizers back into what can only be described as a nearly New Middle Ages. It's so bad that our protagonist, former nerdy pathologist Elspeth (not a Saint per se but play along), winds up having to learn the breadth and depth of medical knowledge, all while having to do so in less than ideal conditions (a spare wing and the basement of City Hall can not be considered ideal in any scenario). Her success may be impressive under the circumstances, but very quickly the reader is almost overwhelmed with her growing malaise, desperation, and depression, feelings which seem to infect anyone with any trace of human empathy left.
I sigh with depression so cutting and eternal that I’m almost looking forward to no longer existing.
And of course, this all happens with the possibility of a new Civil War hanging over everyone's heads, not to mention the potential for ultimate annihilation. You know, if you're willing to stop scratching yourself (I'm lookin' at us, boys!) and listen to the smart people for a while. But by the end of the day, it is indeed a fascinating read. If you're like me, you'll keep stopping and wonder: just how alien could I make aliens if I was asked to do so? And just how human do I think our own species will remain in the face of potential extinction? Welker does well to accompany us along as we're challenged to address these questions. Like a favorite professor that could still regale his class with lessons learned while teaching the most complex of subjects, somehow it winds up being a hell of a lot of fun … despite it all! Enjoy!