Phillip Wing, a brilliant but rebellious architect, has successfully completed a remarkable building which is partly vehicle, partly art. Now, an alien race has requested him to design a tomb for the theocratic god/ruler of another world . . . and Wing must leave Earth--and humanity--behind.
James Patrick Kelly (please, call him Jim) has had an eclectic writing career. He has written novels, short stories, essays, reviews, poetry, plays and planetarium shows. His short novel Burn won the Science Fiction Writers of America's Nebula Award in 2007. He has won the World Science Fiction Society’s Hugo Award twice: in 1996, for his novelette “Think Like A Dinosaur” and in 2000, for his novelette, “Ten to the Sixteenth to One.” His fiction has been translated into eighteen languages. He produces two podcasts: James Patrick Kelly's StoryPod on Audible and the Free Reads Podcast (Yes, it’s free). His most recent publishing venture is the ezine James Patrick Kelly’s Strangeways. His website is www.jimkelly.net.
This Kelly guy wrote a book that was wonderful called WILDLIFE. It was just the funnest gene splice book since Sterling's ARTIFICIAL KID. This book really took off in parts but bogged down in others, I almost didn't write this one up. It does have enough redeeming factors in it to tell all ya tree industry supporters about tho...
Ok this fella Wing see lost his wife to an alien sun cult. Wing designed a great piece of architecture called the Glass Cloud and loads of people want to hire him to make a hut for them. Including the aliens. These aliens take human form and 'the messenger' tells him he is perfect for mausoleum construction for the living god who talks to the sun on the home planet. He's just thrilled having lost his wife to the alien cult. Great. Drugs and screwing for tv porn takes his mind off the bs but he wants death or something. So he goes off planet with the alien.
A tudor in his brain (like in MARS PLUS-Pohl, -the holo wife) is teaching him to be an alien and his body is being sculpted to fit on the planet they are heading to: a pink toothed, maned, nipple genitaled, group-sex stilt monkey. The alien form.
He's screwed and has to deal with his new body and get it together (why bother/go home he's thinking) to make a mauseleum for the living god who will die in it. Politics and alien xenophobia go into this as he's stuck on this low grav planet thinking about his wife the whole time. Ah ya, it's pretty good....I think the cover sucked having the flavor of a new age Oral Roberts religious experience/swill that was the deciding factor for my misgivings. It really has the flavor of the later Bruce Sterling 'future' books. Smidgen of SCHIZMATRIX (Bruce Stirling -----------read that instead.....it's better) and a dash of monkey nipple magic.
Pretty quick, albeit not that exciting of a read. Earth has made first contact and after a decade or so, the aliens request that our protagonist, an architect, travel to another world to design a mausoleum for a 'goddess'. To bad our protagonist is really a wanker and hard to relate to; the main plot is his existentialist crisis.
Eh, it was all right. The most interesting part is when the protagonist is turned into an alien, but all the author really does with it is make him talk funny and have a lot of sex with the other alien. The "enlightenment" story was unsatisfying.
Dans ce roman, on suit Philip Wing, architecte du futur (non pas qu'il crée notre futur, mais il est architecte dans une époque future indéterminée). Dans ce futur, la Terre est gentiment sondée par "les messagers" pour rejoindre la communauté des espèces intergallactiques qui sont assez intelligentes pour se parler. Du fait de ces échanges d'information, on en vient, parce que Philip Wing est - hasard ou coïncidence - le Gugenheim de l'époque, à lui demander de s'en aller sur une planète lointaine et peuplée (évidement, puisque les terriens restent coincés dans leur puits gravitationnel) pour y batir le tombeau de leur principale dirigeante. ce pour quoi il devra devenir comme eux (c'est-à-dire un extra-terrestre). Ce court résumé vous révèle une bonne partie de l'intrigue, qui est somme toute assez transparente. Dans ce roman, il n'y a donc pas de course-poursuite, pas de fin du monde, pas même de combat de rue. Rien qu'un homme, que son destin va emmener plus loin qu'aucun autre avant lui. Pour un voyage qui ne pourra pas le ramener dans son présent (sans voyage plus vite que la lumière, faut pas rêver, aller à 80 années-lumières et en revenir, c'est fair eun voyage d'au moins 160 ans dans le futur). Du coup, on se demande bien à quoi l'auteur peut occuper les 350 pages de ce roman. Eh bien la réponse est somme toute assez simple. D'abord, il faut convaincre le personnage principal de quitter sa Terre natale (ce qui, évidement, se fera avec un peu de manipulation). Ensuite, il faut qu'il s'adapte à sa nouvelle planète avant enfin de s'atteler à sa création. Tout ça ne va évidement pas sans mal, et c'est bien pour ça que le roman est si long : il ne veut pas partir, ni même parler aux "messagers", il ne veut pas non plus parler avec les fameux extra-terrestres, qu'il considère comme effrayants, et enfin il a beaucoup de mal à adapter son art à l'environnement local (puisque sur cette autre planète la gravité est inférieure d'un quart). Bon, vous me connaissez, d'habitude, l'introspection, je n'aime pas. Eh bien ... là non plus. Sauf qu'en fait, il n'y en a pas trop : si on suit les pas du personnage principal, son état d'esprit ne nous est révélé que dans les dialogues, ou dans les rares scènes où il pète les plombs. Du coup, j'ai eu l'impression que l'auteur restait toujours au bord de cet abîme, dans lequel il aurait pu tomber si facilement. Risqué, mais somme tout assez plaisant du point de vue du lecteur. A côté de ça, évidement, le roman nous gratifie d'une race extra-terrestre raisonnablement proche des humains pour que ce soit facile à comprendre (mis à part bien sûr le messager nommé Mendele - qui semble trouver son nom dans al culture judaïque), mais égaelment suffisament différente pour que le sentiment d'altérité soit palpable : ils sont poilus, ne se regardent jamais dans les yeux, et utilisent donc un système de communication non verbale à base de signes des mains assez difficile à traduire dans un roman (je trouve d'ailleurs que c'était une rassez mauvaise idée de l'auteur, puisqu'on ne comprend pas trop les signes, mais uniquement leur contenu). Ah, et ils sont quasment immortels : quand ils deviennent vieux, ils vont dans un endroit spécial où ils se régénèrent en quelques années (enfin, je l'ai compris comme ça). D'autres thèmes sont également intégrés : les implants (qui permettent au personnage principal de comprendre ces extra-terrestres), la nature des fameux messagers, la nature également de la religion de ces extra-terrestres (celle-ci m'a paru assez ridiculement basée sur les rituels et franchement vide de sens). Le problème de ce roman, en fait, c'est que si de nombreux thèmes sont abordés, ils le sont tous avec une espèce de dilettantisme assez agaçant. En effet, il aurait pu nous écrire un authentique roman sur le déracinement, et ça aurait marché. Il aurait pu aussi nous parler de l'altérité et de la rencontre entre deux individus d'espèces différentes (ç'aurait donné au roman un ton proche de celui de Les amants étrangers dont on est assez proche, mais sans - je trouve - le côté profondément charnel et émouvant). Ou alors nous parler de la transformation de Philip Wing, et on se serait rapproché de Projet Miracle. Ou encore nous plonger dans les affres de la création, qui nous aurait rapproché de La mémoire de la lumière. Ou même, il aurait pu se focaliser sur les messagers et leur fameux message, et nous révéler la vérité dans une scène digne de Un feu sur l'abime (quand on apprend que les espèces de cacttus en pots intelligents sont en fait le Mal). Hélas, l'auteur hésite entre toutes ces directions, et le roman perd beaucoup en force, je trouve, pour n'être qu'une chronique de la vie de Philip Wing, architecte, humain, extra-terrestre, amant, et paumé de première. Du coup, en recommander la lecture serait à mon avis assez risqué. Ne le lisez donc que si vous vous spécialisez dans l'étude de l'architecture extra-terrestre.
I've fought with myself for years over whether I consider this a favourite or not, and damn it, I think it is.
A lot of books lately I've had to review with the caveat of "conceptually this was interesting but it didn't execute it well or completely dropped the concept". But this book sticks with its concept and if anything gets wilder with it. The main character, Phillip Wing, is commissioned to design the tomb for an alien god queen. Already very cool. Then this guy gets turned into one of said aliens via a genetically engineered cancer, and has to deal with species dysphoria on top of the crushing weight of expectations, different gravity interfering with his architectural knowledge, and artist block? Holy shit??
It's far from a perfect book. I think the aliens' culture could've been explored a bit more, there were some internal incosistencies, and Harumen (the female lead and love interest) does suffer from "being infatuated with male lead for no apparent reason" syndrome. But I still enjoyed it a lot, and I have to say, the book at least tried to explain the latter issue. Harumen's race are polyamorous and use sex much like bonobos do - for everything from bonding to settling disputes. Harumen is ostracised for several decades (spacetime is weird) after receiving a neural implant, as many of her people are afraid of technology and believe it's inhabited by ghosts. There's a line that goes something like "no one wants a haunted lover", which I thought was pretty cool. So, back to the topic, she doesn't really love Phillip so much as being extremely touch-starved and horny. One could ask why there was so much written to explain the trope, but that's a bit too meta for me, I think.
To conclude, if you're interested in alien cultures and the nature of being an artist, do give this book a try. Maybe it just hits a specific intersection of things I like and it actually sucks ass, but I genuinely think it's underrated.
I read this a long time ago, back in the eighties most likely. It has a lot of interesting hard sci-fi stuff going on, but it was pretty depressing. An architect hates his live enough to leave everything behind and travel at near light speed to an alien world. Arriving there, to survive he gets changed into an alien body. He is then tasked with building a monument and gets writer's block. He falls in love with a priestess of whatever it was that the monument was for, and he has some weird alien sex. Perked up, he designs a giant temple of gold. No one likes it at first, but he explains that its meant to be put in orbit to sparkle up there. Then his alien girlfriend hops in at the last minute, and dies as it is launched, so that it will sparkle, but with her bones inside. Kind of depressing.
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I'd give it 3.5 - 3.75 stars. It kept my interest and seemed different than other SF books...but it would be hard for me to give clear reasons why you should read it. Might be good for readers wanting protagonist who needs to make life decisions. Interesting idea of alien missionaries of "Message" that's never clarified, may not be exactly a religion. Readers get a tour of an alien culture that's sort of on a Bronze Age level, with some alien tech added in. It deals with adjusting to an alien culture and to a neural implant meant to assist with that.
Sex sex sex sex and a little science fiction. I need to think it, in a few hours I will tell you what I think. [3:28 am 12/08/2016]
OMG... I forgot writting this ... xD But I think that this is the best. I love this book. I don't remember the sex's scenes... I remember what this book wanted to tell to me. I remember the loneliness of Phillip, how he felt , his doubts, his fears... At the same time as I was impressed of all that he lived (because his past and his present mix in the book when he explain memories). I am sure that in a few years I will reading again it and I will discober new teachings. [2:31 am 14/12/2017]