It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve written a review. I’m not sure I remember how. Ha ha! Jokes on you, I never knew how to write a review.
I finished reading Stephen Baxter’s Xeelee: Vengence a week or so ago. This book took me longer to read than just about any book in recent memory. It was weird to me, because it’s not very often I can read a book over such a long period of time and have it maintain my interest. I tend to give myself about two weeks and if I’m not done by then then I put it down forever. I can think of a few exceptions… but not many.
Regardless, Baxter went back to visit his Xeelee universe with this book. I’ve written so voluminously about how his Xeelee novels blew my mind so much when I first encountered them in the mid-nineties that I'm sure it blows your mind how much I mention it.
A bit of future history, for your enjoyment. A super-spoilery overview of all that I’d learned about Baxter’s universe over the years:
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SPOILERS ARE COMING – IF YOU EVER THINK YOU MAY READ THIS STUFF I’D STOP
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Over the course of half a dozen loosely-related novels and a whole host of short stories, we learn that humanity, about 1500 years or so from now, invents transverable wormholes. A thousand years or so of the solar system being humanity’s playground and we run into our first technologically advanced alien race. We learn that the galaxy is a true melting pot civilization filled with all sorts of truly alien aliens.
These particular aliens, the Squeem, look at us and can’t resist the urge to take us over. It’s not because they’re evil, or that we are, it’s that it was just so… well, easy. It was like we were asking for it. In the simple economics that run the larger galaxy, where each species acts more like a corporation, it was hostile takeover.
They weren’t that good at it, these Squeem, at being conquerors, they took away our tech and made us laborers in their industry. Eventually, we threw aside that yolk and stole their FTL tech and spread throughout the galaxy. Determined to not be so naïve in the future.
But we ran into one of the galaxy’s heavyweights, the Qax. They looked at humanity, saw our ambition, and decided to use it for themselves, we were conquered again.
Again, we were subjects and slaves to mighty overlords. But the Qax weren’t interested in us, not really, they wanted to use us to spy on the true overlords of the cosmos, the unquestioned rulers of the baryonic universe: The Xeelee.
Eventually, humans overthrew the Qax as well, and nearly committed Xenocide in doing so. From there on out the psychology of humanity as a whole was forever altered. No longer willing to try to fit in, we moved all our resources into conquering, our religions, our industry, our purpose… was to rule the cosmos.
That meant taking on the Xeelee. A race so enigmatic and aloof that galactic wars were fought over their discarded and abandoned items. No one could dream of inventing things that weren’t already in existence, and perfectly executed, by the Xeelee.
But we did an okay job at what we did, and over the millennia came to conquer or destroy every would-be rival the universe could throw at us. Except for the Xeelee. They tended to ignore us, couldn’t care less about what humans wanted. But we kept attacking, throwing neutron stars into the middle of their mystery projects, or attacking their outposts and stealing their precious tech.
Eventually, they noticed. And we warred with them. It lasted for a hundred thousand years, for a time, humans actually looked like they had chance, we even won real victories. But while the Xeelee weren’t all powerful, in the end, humans were still no more than a nuisance. Humans were all but wiped form the universe and the Xeelee carried on.
They had bigger problems to deal with.
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End of my spoiler filled portion
This book picks very early in the timeline, and it appears that at some point, the Xeelee decided that humans were enough of a problem that we had to be taken care of, Terminator style, by coming deep into earth’s past to destroy us before we can ever pose a threat.
What this book is, honestly, is destruction porn. I mean, we got lots of detail on how fucked we were. Page after page of how super fucked we were. I mean, really. So very much screwed. In the end, the narrative is mostly about the mystery of the Xeelee, and eventually, the realization that they aren’t here on a goodwill mission, and the hopelessness we have in combating them.
His novels tend to be light on character arcs, but this one was probably even less than most. Yes, Michael has issues with his Father, but there is not arc there, they just passive aggressively communicate.
Despite this being less that my favorite of his works, it appears to have radically altered the future history I’ve described above. Time travel does that sort of thing. So I feel that I have to read the next in the promised duology to understand some of the ramifications.
In all, I don’t really recommend this to anyone, but for me, I’m committed. The man has big ideas and I love to read what he puts on the page.