Everyone has challenges, some as small waking up in the morning, others as large as the threat of planetary annihilation. Big Egg runs the gambit of these, and it’s a remarkable ride for it.
Set on Mars in the distant future, a group of pilots for the law-keeping Slinger Squad find their already stressful work dialed up to 11. The threat, which I will avoid spoiling, is so interesting because it manages to terrorize our heroes and bystanders on both cosmic and personal scales. It allows a concept that could otherwise seem too big in scope to infect the characters and the reader with personal stakes and tribulations that, despite the cosmic setting, are as relatable as anything else.
There’s a pulp sensibility here, and it’s a keen mixture of matter-of-fact and balls to the wall weird that jives in such a specific way that it’s hard to not be drawn in. The world is big here, but we see it in glimpses, Coronelli never indulges himself, instead using it in the most careful of ways. It’s kind of a remarkable thing to read with a concept like this, because it seems like it’d be very easy to go overboard. Instead there’s a fine kind of equilibrium maintained with world-building and cultural and mythic touchstones to send the reader off through the novel at a brisk pace.
There are, let’s say, non-human entities at play and they’re beautiful in their variety and distinction. Alienation is a theme here, as are several dozen other issues that come with the human condition, and each interaction between human and human or human and alien, or even humankind with existential notions, are all explored in a natural way.
The message of the thing is that there are things, great and terrible, that hatch forth from our day to day but we can rise above them. We can do it ourselves, with loved ones, with help from neighbors, but no matter how grim or how far from your touchstones you may feel, there is always a chance for hope.