When civilizations encounter each other for the first time, of course there’s bound to be friction. Each party came from and developed in different environments. They have differing habits, social values and preferences on how to handle living your life. That's why the more advanced civilization of the two often ends up defeating and absorbing the other. The opposition’s beliefs get in the way of your own agenda, so they must be taken out. Like the native Latin American tribes by the Spanish. Or the Native American tribes by the European colonists (who formed the USA). It's a tragic, yet fascinating story archetype. You can see the beauty of each civilization, learn more about both, and feel anguish as they end up duking it out, ending with the less advanced side being monkey-stomped into the ground. (And maybe their graves, depending on the winner)
The problem is that trope’s been done to death.
From the novel Dances with Wolves to the 2009 blockbuster Avatar, the “clashing of civilizations” story template has fallen prey to a number of unfortunate tropes. For example, the protagonist being an alpha-masculine “white savior” who saves the less intelligent/strong native people from calamity.
In the unspecified future Gallinger, a linguist and poet, arrives on Mars. As part of an expedition from Earth, his job is to learn the Martian languages and read their sacred texts, so such knowledge can be taught on Earth. As the months go by, Gallinger learns more about the Martian civilization, and falls in love with the temple dancer Braxa. But in the final days of the expedition, Braxa disappears from the temple. Gallinger sets out to find her-and also ends up learning the painful truth.
A Rose for Eccliastes is without a doubt, a mockery and subversion of the (unfortunately) classic “white savior” trope in western fiction. The trope consists of a heroic male of a superior civilization (usually a white from Europe, hence the name) encountering a less privileged civilization in a foreign land. These natives face a great calamity (e.g., a natural disaster, an aggressive rival people, or corporate exploiters from the hero’s own homeland) which the hero manages to valiantly resolve by the end of the story.
Gallinger, the protagonist of Rose, is none of that. Through and through, the linguist/poet is rude, egotistical, and unscrupulous. Even among his own people of Earth, Gallinger is a self-made outcast-he is obnoxious towards his expedition team, who he thinks are below him. He is sexist and a racial bigot-in the beginning, he sees the Martians simply as primitive Mesopotamians, and when a female teammate of the expedition acts nice to Gallinger once, he simply jumps to conclude that she is in love with him. He is pretentious-under all the biblical and literary references peppered through his narration, A Rose for Eccliastes is a simple tale about, as said by fellow scumbag character Macbeth: “a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.”
Rose not only subverts the “white hero”, but also turns the typical plot scheme of the trope on its head. First, after the embodiment of realistic disappointment that is Gallinger, the Martian civilization is also a subversion. Instead of the typical herd of savages who refuse to let go of their harmful faith, Gallinger learns that the Martians are a race with a history and culture much deeper than that of humanity, not to mention their much-longer lifespan, and that their prophecy was not actually the extinction of their race, but the prediction that the Martians will be freed from their old system by the fresh ideas of an outsider-Gallinger. Instead of forming a chivalric romance with a woman of the natives, Gallinger and Braxa’s relationship turns out to be a one-sided love, as Braxa only consummated with him out of duty to fulfill the Martian people’s prophecy. She never actually loved him, and Gallinger returns to Earth with the newly added component of depression to his horrid character. In the end of Rose, the natives are victorious over their calamity-but the hero is smacked in the face (and heart) by the short end of the stick.
A Rose for Eccliastes takes the old and bigoted genre of “the white hero”, scoffs at it like Gallinger to the Martians, then beats it to a pulp before our eyes. The heroic male is and remains a complete obnoxious bigot. The expeditioners from Earth didn’t actually save the Martians from any calamity-it was the latter’s prophecy of the “Great Scoffer” that did. The hero doesn’t find true love-Gallinger is pulled into a relationship of benefit, then chewed and spat out into the desert sand.
The story is witty. It’s cynical, but in a good way. And best of all, it’s shameless.