I found The Terraformers very enjoyable and quite smart. Also irritating. The characters—I think I was supposed to like almost all of them, Becky Chambers style. Unfortunately, I liked almost none of them. Tonally, the novel is all over the place. Actually, I love how dark the book gets without losing its lightness; it reminds me of a great animated movie in that way—Pinocchio or Spirited Away—pitch black if you can get past the talking animals (and oh, are there talking animals!)
On the sillier side, take this fairly representative passage: "A column rose up out of the stage, elevating a group of beavers who were setting up their instruments. Presently they began playing amplified keyboards and stringed gourds, slapping out a backbeat with their tails to make a jaunty dance tune. Unlike the streets around the Ziggurat, this bar's clientele included a lot of people who weren't hominids. Looking out over the tables, Sulfur could see cats, bots, quite a few naked mole rats [why?!?!], and a group of parrots sharing a gigantic bowl of tropical fruit spiked with rum" (180).
This, by the way, is the opening of a pole-dancing-cum-public-sex scene that I really hope is supposed to be as funny as it is.
At the same time, Newitz understands that when oppression is embedded in the structure of a society, it becomes simultaneously a nightmare, a commonplace, and a joke. Oh that? That's just our personal collective crime against humanity. Ha ha! We know it's wrong, but... The book's handling of slavery, of aptitude and intelligence, of what it means to be a person, are intense, bizarre, and interesting—if not always quite convincing.
In the end, the book falls into the classic far-future trap—mindbogglingly advanced technology paired with rhythms of daily life weirdly recognizable from 21st-century North America. There is an element of parody, thank God, a knowing wink at the absurdity. But still—contemporary nerd culture is not humanity's future! Sorry, friend. Neither is the neoliberal corporation, for that matter. There is an incoherence, here, in what has and hasn't changed after eons of interstellar colonization. Somehow, living for thousands of years affects people not one whit. Somehow, sentient earthworms are just another diversity and accessibility issue, and not a writhing ethical knot of terrifying proportions. But if there are moments when the book is just dumb, there are moments, too, of pure, chilling horror. A conversation late in the book between a corporate executive and her enslaved cook is truly spine-tingling.
Overall, The Terraformers is well worth reading. Like a lot of contemporary, socially-engaged science fiction, it reminds me a little of the counterculture-inflected new wave scifi of the 60s and 70s—simultaneously serious and seriously silly, with a heavy dose of social commentary and a dash of sexual wish-fulfillment (updated, of course, for the gender norms of the moment). After all, politics is lifestyle and lifestyle is politics—haven’t you heard?