I was lucky enough to be offered an ARC (advance reader’s copy) of this book, which is planned for release in February 2025.
The Ender, a great fiery comet of doom, is about to hit Earth and totally fuck it up. Humanity collectively loses its shit, and we zoom in on the last few days of a few of them, starting with David and his kids Kim and Barry. They’re doing the best they can, amidst loss of basic services, mass suicides, looting and other stuff. Lindsey, the kids’ mum, is off looking after senile grandma instead of being with her family. I awarded points to her for humanity but deducted slightly more points for being a big dumb pain in the arse, but anyway that’s not the point.
(I will do my best to avoid spoilers from here on out, although I will assure readers that the dog survives, so don’t worry about that. Jones isn’t a monster. Kona is a Good Girl and must be protected at all costs, 13/10 would bet on against a T-Rex again.)
A bunch of strange alien rescue pods arrive, landing across the United fucking States specifically and nowhere else (seriously, Geoff, my brother in Christ, the rest of the world exists man), and people are their usual predictable gut-wrenchingly awful selves trying to get to them. The first part of the story follows a few little groups of specifically USians (although there are a couple of fucking tourists who get lucky, golly gee), as they arrive at their strange new location, with flashbacks to their last few days on Earth. It’s a really excellent structure and allows Jones to indulge what might be his greatest strength – character creation. We get to see a bunch of people in their shitty extremes, and then have their context filled in for us over time. This doesn’t necessarily redeem all of them, but it makes for immersive reading.
I have previously likened Jones’s characters and character writing to Stephen King’s work, and he has only gotten better between books[1]. Right when you’re ready to say “fuck these guys with the power of a billion exploding suns” (which I did, incidentally, about the people in the pickup truck, before laughing and wincing at the follow-up to that thread), more is revealed about them and leaves you feeling a little bit guilty for being so judgemental. Or, as was often the case as I was reading, the more you find out the more justified you feel in your earlier judgements. In conclusion, if you ever find yourself in a post-apocalyptic proto-society, be Sierra. You can be Waldmire, but only if you have a Sam Elliott moustache. I don’t make the rules. And that’s all I’ll say on the matter.
Our heroes explore their new reality and slowly come to terms with it, and in the second part of the book they start meeting up with other groups of survivors. The third part of the book covers the inevitable clusterfuck that occurs when more than four people gather literally anywhere, especially when a not-inconsiderable number of them are crazy, or armed, and there is a heavy overlap between those two unfortunate conditions.
All in all this is an excellent introduction and setup to a very cool story with an amazing premise. A solid pair of sci-fi tropes put together in a new and interesting way, with readable characters and steadily-ratcheting tension throughout. The settings are vivid, the threats even more so. At a certain point (a point I will not specify for spoiler reasons but let’s just say it rhymes with breatening to blorture and bill bildren) I was tempted to just skim through the rest of the book until one of the characters hopefully got their fucking head smashed open like an overripe melon by some kind of falling object, but I was glad I kept my cool. You’re in good hands with this author.
Let’s dust off the meters.
Sex-o-meter
We get a nice little inner monologue about Kim being conceived, that’s a sex. Josh doesn’t get raped in mid-apocalyptic L.A., that’s … a not sex. Although I’m not saying he doesn’t get screwed, that’s not a sex either. Some survivors pair up and become a mini plot point, Randall has a tastefully understated and disappointingly brief fuck, and obviously the main bad guys all have to be varying degrees of rapey, that comes with the territory. All in all this is a believably horny tale of mostly-hairless apes being put in a second location. Three Chris Pratts doing the zookeeper hands thing out of a possible Jeff Goldblum doing the hahahrawrrahaha on the sex-o-meter.
Gore-o-meter
You may not know simply from me saying “this is a Geoff Jones book”, but you should. There’s a whole lot of death and blood in this one, and that’s after Earth was demolished by the Ender. Jones tops his “problematic things to feed to T-Rexes” achievement from The Dinosaur Four and that’s really saying something. Four and a half flesh gobbets out of a possible five, mainly because I am still giving myself room to expand.
WTF-o-meter
A whole lot of unanswered questions by the end, and one of my favourite sci-fi tropes in the “mysterious advanced aggressor / saviour” thing that I, again, won’t spoil but was extremely enjoyable to watch. These are technically low-level WTFs in that they’re not examples of true cosmic bizarreness, but they’re solid mysteries. I can’t wait to get to the bottom of them. The WTF-o-meter is giving this one a Joe’s father out of a possible Al’s mother, and I will not be taking further questions at this time.
My Final Verdict
What a great story! I really enjoyed this and thoroughly recommend you pick it up when it becomes available in February 2025. A lot of fun to read, and one of the first times in recent memory I actually sat up late to finish reading a book. And I’m old now, I can’t do that shit.
You know what? Five stars! I’m deducting a star for the fact that there really seems to be no indication that the aliens sent pods even to Canada or Mexico, let alone the rest of the motherfucking planet, and another star for the fact that none of the characters even seem to think that’s strange or noteworthy at all – not even the smart characters who are collecting information about shit. Fortunately, if I hadn’t deducted those stars the book would have gotten seven stars and that’s just not a feasible allocation.
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[1] Obviously, if Jones wrote this one first, his character work has slipped a little and my face is red – but it seemed clear that more work went into these people than the hapless dinosaur-food of previous outings.