Much as the last two Wild Cards books gave us the post-War history of Britain as reworked by the Takisian virus, so here we get the space race – with the advantage for me that I don't know space quite so well, so won't notice all the stuff non-space authors are getting horribly wrong. The advantage too that the sweep back to the forties means we get to check in with old friends long absent from the series, like Dr Tachyon and Baby – though also old antagonists. One of the key changes is that, this Earth having first experienced hostile alien contact in 1946, and then again in the eighties, its space programmes were more directly military from the off than ours, with orbital defence prioritised over the luxury of a sense of wonder, and the Moon even more of a sideshow than it was here. To the extent that the first man and the first ship on the Moon end up literally part of a carnival sideshow. Does that follow? I'm not so sure. But then, it's not as if the history of space exploration makes a great deal of sense in our timeline either; the veterans of the Moon may have got more respectable gigs, but we still proved depressingly ready to abandon the whole enterprise. More of a problem is the way some of the writers seem reluctant to play fair by the whole premise of point of view characters from earlier decades; particularly in Michael Cassutt's Have Spaceship, Will Travel there were several times when I was entirely thrown out of the story by characters from the eighties thinking or talking in terms of truthers, trolls or homo-eroticism – concepts which would make perfect sense once explained, yes, but not words in common enough use to be believable from this character. And even strictly within the Wild Cards elements, there's a certain rewriting of history, where for at least 20 years joker characters we knew in previous books, through whose eyes certain stories were told, turn out never even to have privately thought about a plan of which Joker Moon tells us they were already aware, whereby Earth's mutated outcasts were to be built a new home on the Moon through the largesse of one tycoon who happens also to be a sort of giant snail centaur. Yes, this is always an issue with retcons – but some jar more than others, and in many ways it would have been a lot simpler to kick the scheme off more recently and have it as a less irksome mirror of the billionaire space race on our own parallel. Speaking of our world's irksome rich, when so many figures from our world pop up undisguised, it is again jarring to have a certain germophobic, inarticulate New York dick turned national problem clumsily rebadged as 'Duncan Towers'. Still, as we near the present day, and the culmination of the grand scheme, the writers do a pretty good job of pulling the new elements from this book together with the worldwide sweep of the series' previous volumes* and, after a few books of more local interest, producing what feels like a stepping stone to a whole new phase of Wild Cards.
(Also, it's more of a passing mention, but I was very taken with the idea, apparently drawn from the Pendergast political machine in 1920s Kansas City, of 'honest graft' - "my brother-in-law may get the city contract to put a roof on the orphanage, but it will be a good roof!" If only such enlightened standards still applied a century later, eh?)
*This includes, for the first time in a while, reminding me that, what with the reprint programme having seemingly stalled on this side of the fishpond, there's a whole chunk of books in the middle of the series which I've yet to read. Books to which subsequent volumes have generally not made much reference, to the extent that it had never occurred to me that someone like Dr Finn, of whom I had always thought as a sort of medical plot functionary, might once have been a protagonist in grand plots of genocide and intergalactic exile. But apparently he was, and here he gets another big story all his own. Just goes to show, doesn't it?