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Clarke の初期の名作「Childhood’s End」では最後の若い世代のみが未知の時空に旅立ちますが、本書では過去の世代を含めて本当に全人類を旅立たせます。Clarkeの願いかもしれません。悪いやつらは旅立つことなく残してほしいな。
本のタイトルはThomas Mooreの詩の一節からとられています。友と別れた寂しさがバックにあるのでしょうか。オリジナルの詩は「Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.」と終えています。500年後に地球を襲うと言う彗星がいつのまにか筋から消えてしまったので星☆一つダウン。
As they say in the afterword, the idea of a machine that can see into the past and through walls is an old one (I especially recommend "E for Effort," by T. L. Sherrard, if you can find an old copy of the ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION ANTHOLOGY). Clarke and Baxter managed to make it new and different.
The key to their achievement was to anchor it to a rigorously imagined physics. The "wormhole camera" turns out to have uses and implications that its inventors don't expect, and it leads off in many strange directions.
I don't want to give away surprises, but I started this book expecting to be able to predict everything that would happen, and I was repeatedly taken by surprise.
There are a few flaws in this novel (for instance, the POW camp scene, which apparently has no purpose whatsoever), but almost everything is topnotch. The characters are mostly believable, the future world is interesting, and the ending was a delight.
Highly recommended.
But there is another side to science fiction, and that is the personal side, the fiction more than the science. And here, frankly, like so much "hard sci-fi" writing, I feel that Clarke and Baxter have let their readers down a bit. It is one thing to say "society will be affected this way by this development" and another thing entirely to write a tale with characters who are caught up in those developments that the readers care about. The first is *telling,* and it is the domain of dissertations, newspapers, science journals. The second is *showing,* and it is the true ART of fiction writing. There are so many good writers of fiction now, who create very compelling characters that truly grip us with their dilemmas--James Lee Burke, James Hall, Michael Connelly (none of these are sci-fi writers, admittedly) to name but a very few. It seemed to me a great shame that the ideas of this book, which were very interesting and well-thought out, were hung on such weak characters. Indeed, at times the story-line, such as it was, was abandoned just for such "telling" writing as "quotes" from books and journals, etc. published about historical or sociological research. I should have been prepared for this when the first character to appear apparently dies of a heart attack at the end of the first chapter and no mention of him is ever made again. Although I often decry the lack of good editing, as so many of today's writers seem to me to "over-write", and a compact book of 200 pages or so is a rarity today, in this particular case I think the authors simply needed more space to tell their tale in a more compelling way. If this had had the characterizations of Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land it would have been an instant classic. But I'm afraid that in its current state it will not gain a wider appeal beyond hard-core hard sci-fi fans.
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