“We are a self-indulgent, trivializing and trivialized culture. … We think games and pastimes and pleasures are the limit of human possibility. We deserve all that is coming.”
A fascinating novel. Although it has one major weakness, the rest of it is refreshing to read. Science fiction with actual depth, from a writer that knows there are more things in life than technology and scientific progress.
[I would endorse reading it, if it weren’t for a few too many references to sexual relations. If it were a movie, it would be rated R.]
The name is about a black hole in space, around which the whole story revolves. It is set centuries into the future. There is a lot of tech and physics in the story, but the book is really about original sin and the devil. That becomes somewhat clear about a third of the way through the book, when he describes how this future utopian multi-planetary society found that “evil had three roots” and they are all superficial. That sin is the main theme of the book becomes even clearer in its last part.
Roberts uses a sea of biblical quotes and expressions. Even before I looked him up, just based on that I could tell his background must be British. It’s clear that he does not write as a Christian believer, but to be so well-familiarized with biblical language and imagery, you would almost have to have been exposed to Anglican liturgy with its rich use of Scripture. (No surprise, Roberts also has an affinity for Tolkien. Like Tolkien and Lewis, he gives you a fresh look at many ordinary things of daily life — reading, writing, gardening, typing on a computer, etc. He does it by describing them from the point of view of this futuristic world.)
On the 21st century’s view of the future: “All their visions of the future were just visions of their present.”
On fiction works about sociopaths:
“blurring the line between fact and fiction was a way in which the cultures of the twenty coped, do you see, with such horrors.”
On pride and status:
“I would say you haven’t the slightest idea about the valences of superiority and inferiority when you use the word ‘status.’ I would say you have tried to disguise a much better word with such euphemisms, the word… pride.” “There are some things in human society that can never be post-scarcity. For instance: status.” “Anti-social behavior covers it, when it comes to what the older, superstitious folk used to call evil.” “Pride, she whispered to herself. What a complicated word it was! She studied it, and contemplated it. A word with a long history, with both positive and negative valences, a tangle of cultural and religious significances.”
“Joyns realized that she wanted, very much, to believe this — her superiority to the rest of her fellows. But she caught herself. Was the Gentleman saying it because it was true, or was it a flattering lie he was using to worm his way into her mind?”
“But the truth is, he changed. He became lesser; a petty person, obsessed with crude status.”
“Posessiveness is miserliness. … Posessiveness substitutes things for people, despite the fact that things, though fun, are ultimately nothing and people are everything. The reason for this is that things cannot love you back.”
“Kindness is one of the strengths given to mortals.”
On healing the mind: “No amount of intricate technology has yet been invented that improves upon the old methods: talking it through, praying or meditating (or both) about it, re-socializing your mind with kindly and courteous others.” [Of course, by describing prayer as a ‘method,’ Roberts is falling for some of the same errors he wants to critique.]
On boredom: “Boredom was what the people of the Rerenaissance Age used to call ‘depression’, and where in twenty and twenty-one the tendency was to medicate this condition…” “I’ve had AIs read out really quite lengthy antique texts to me, though it gets dull very quickly. How the antiques managed, without picture and motion and affect, with just these barebones sigils in great long spooling lines, I’m not sure! They must have had greater tolerances for boredom than modern folk.... I mean, it’s still pretty boring, to be honest, sitting there whilst some AI reads some interminable antique text. Why were they so long, that’s what I want to know?”
On God:
“… for the actual existence of the devil entails an actual existence of God, and not a God standing, as we have been speculating, at the end of some via negative outside material reality, but a God engaged in the cosmos…” “God is the ultimate other, the guarantor that not everything in the cosmos is just you and your narcissism and desires and neuroses.” “A subject that interests your very much. I say ‘a subject’ — of course, I should say the subject, in relation to which all our subjectivities are objects.” “Your problem — and here I speak, you understand, of all mortals… is that so few of you have met Him.”
Satan speaking of God’s holiness: “So light is his goodness, his glory, blazing out, and forming everything. Me? I’m the darkness, or so they tell me. But — light! Clarity, illumination, brilliance. Well, let me tell you: in the desert, there, you come to understand the true meaning of light. Its true nature. It is oppression, and misery. It is unrelenting and unforgiving. It crushes down upon you, hot and parching and all-seeing. It drives a mortal mad. That’s God. Spend a few days walking your way across the blank lands of Arabia under an unremitting sun and ‘fiat lux’ takes on its true meaning. Believe me, you’ll crave shadow, a place to rest from the merciless brightness and heat. A place to hide. You’ll soon crave — in a word, me.”
“All places shall be hell that are not heaven.”
“[Do you believe in the devil?] You’ll say you don’t truly believe it. And you, feeling the pressure of scientific and materialist conventionality replying, no no of course. But in your heart you knew it.”
On reading:
“Reading remains to you a game. For your ancestors it was a medium, a window through which whole realms swam into view.... [Between AIs] we often discuss the way the centre of gravity of humanity’s interest has shifted… Compared with your ancestors, human beings have become infantilized, and that process of infantilization continues.”
On work in the age of AI:
“The work in your world gets done by machines.... It’s a hobby, for you all, it’s not work... You made clever machines, and thinking machines, and delegated all actual work to them. You liberated yourself from the grind… [But then] you discovered you needed to keep busy. You lack the skill for perfect idleness…. You are fundamentally a restless species… You can’t sit still. ”
“Your utopia. It’s all a bit trivial, don’t you think? You are all just playing games, as children do. None of you are really doing anything, really achieving anything. Where is your Homer? Your Shakespeare, your Beethoven, your Chi Lin, your Yin Lui?”
“What are your atoms? They are burdensome stuff. They are grievous stuff. They are very stuff.”