It took a little while, but once this story had its hooks in me it did not let go. Wow! It is hard to really talk about the parts that floored me without giving away spoilers, but let’s try. Firstly, the world-building is spectacular. The physical spaces, yes, from the way the different celestial bodies in this corner of space relate to each other to the complexities of the ship to the absolutely wild and complex world of Shroud. But more than just the places, the thoughts and ideas and people that fill those places. The direct connections between greed and individualism, the destruction of Earth, and the entire project of strip-mining the universe all set the stage, and the violences and pressures of those capitalist systems are literally a thrumming undercurrent running through the story. That affects all the people we meet on the ship and how their world is socially organized, and it affects our main protagonists as they traverse this alien planet. Maybe more important, though, is the alien society and culture. The relationship between form and function, the ingenious biological obstacles Tchaikovsky put on Shroud and the way the flora and fauna there overcome those obstacles, it is just genius. And in that regard yes, it does feel a little more hard-sciencey than some of his other works, and that totally works for the story. There is such wonderful detail of the science and tech, and it goes a long way to helping convey the sterility of human connection.
The writing is superb. It is not, especially at the beginning, as intimate as some of his other novels. The majority of chapters are from one character’s POV, though we do occasionally get chapters from the aliens’' POV, which are genius, and they increase as frequency as the mission develops. In between sections there are brief interludes, and these contain more of the dry, cheeky voice I have come to expect from Tchaikovsky, and these discuss evolution on Shroud, helping give us context. The writing in these three sections, (main character, alien, interlude) is distinct and clear, and as the character’s learn more and the situation develops the tones and urgency of their voice changes. I won’t lie, the very first section feels a little dry, a little distant, disconnected. But then there is the emergency event that really gets our narrative moving and the intensity and personality to the writing grows and grows along with the narrative. It all works together really well, and that also speaks to the pacing. At its genre heart this is a survivalist horror story, about being trapped in a hostile environment and stripped of nearly all the resources you need to survive. There are only so many ways to keep readers invested, by letting the characters overcome some obstacles only to discover new ones, and Tchaikovsky does this incredibly well. In lesser writers’ hands these kind of stories feel like a group of disconnected save points, little unrelated mini-missions that plod their way from point A to B. Tchaikovsky is able to create a plot that builds on itself, challenges (and victories) that are iterative, that grow with our characters, and in the process all of the emotions, the terror and despair, and the rare joy and celebration, are all amplified. The obstacles never feel disproportionate to the world, nor the ways they are navigated. Everything fits together in a quite satisfying way.
Tchaikovsky is good at giving his characters emotional depth. Here, we spend most of our time with a very select number of characters, and while they feel fully realized and complete, perfectly three-dimensional characters, I would have liked a little more inner journey, especially on the page, if that makes sense. The characters they are at the end is different than who they were in the beginning, and that is clear at the end, but it is difficult to track it through the story, and it was hard to feel as connected to these characters as I have with those in other novels he has written. With that said, a type of confessional intimacy does develop, and given the other ideas and themes and worlds being explored it was never like there was lack of things to keep my attention.
Part of that is because he is playing with a lot of really hefty ideas here. Yes, the dangers of individualism and greed, certainly, the dangers of the oligarchs owning the working class to such a literal extent they can put workers in hibernation chambers for years on end when they aren’t necessary to bite back a little of the bottom line. And there are a whole mess of science ideas, about convergent evolution and how resources and necessity work together to mediate experience and growth. But there are also ideas about human consciousness and psycho-social development, about connection and what it means to be part of community, what it means to see others as comrades instead of competition. Given the circumstances he depicts this amazing simultaneity of claustrophobia and a vast, empty desolation, and how both of those extremes can work on our minds at the same time to drive us further from ourselves. He manages to hide these really important ideas, essentially about what it means to think and be, a literal ontology of becoming, within this thrilling, engaging survival horror set in a wild alien ecosystem. The novel balances intimacy with being sometimes staggering in scope, and by constantly exploring these kinds of dichotomies Tchaikovsky is able to keep you invested and compelled to learn more.
(Rounded from 4.5)