The
Stone Canal,
second in Ken MacLeod’s Fall Revolution
series, is a difficult book to write a review of. The reason is the story’s structure. Broken in half, the chapters alternate to
tell the first and second halves separately, with the ending joining the two
together at the middle into a single whole.
The details at the end of one revealing important information about the
beginning of the other, and vice versa, it’s quite easy to wander into spoiler
territory writing a summary. (Be warned,
the majority of reviews I have read spoiled large portions and some of the
major surprises in the novel.) It’s best
to start with Macleod’s introduction, and leave the rest to instinct and hope.
In classic sci-fi style, the opening
page of The Stone Canal features a
man waking from the dead in the middle of a desert on a strange planet. Named Jonathan Wilde, the last memory he has
is being shot by a fair weather friend, David Reid, on Earth. A robot is standing beside Wilde waiting for
him to come to consciousness, and together the two wander into the nearest
town. Feeling like the wild west, the
town is on a planet called New Mars and is riddled with canals, rundown
concrete buildings, and a healthy mood of chaos and freedom amidst the robots, net
tech, and biological misfits. Also
walking the streets of the town is a cyborg woman. Named Dee Model, she is fleeing her owner
after experiencing the epiphany that she has the right to her own
autonomy. Seeing Wilde in a bar, the two
have a brief ‘don’t I know you moment’ before the goons arrive. It is not the last time the two cross paths.
The second chapter and other half of the
story begins in Glasgow
of the 1970s. Two university students,
Jonathan Wilde and David Reid, spend their days getting drunk, chasing girls,
and arguing politics. Wilde an anarchist
and Reid a Trotskyist, the two have many late night discussions and escapades
with the ladies on the town, both settling for the same lass. Political views and emotions struggling for
dominance, the duo have a falling out.
But it’s not the last. World events
slowly separating themselves from real history, Wilde and Reid go on to become
major players in politics on an Earth that is anything but stable or
predictable. The reason Wilde is awoken
in the middle of the desert is ultimately revealed, but not before a
rollercoaster of technological evolution intervenes.
The ideas flying ever faster and more
furious, The Stone Canal is a novel
of post-human dimensions despite its classic beginning. Consciousness uploads, A.I., wormholes,
WWIII, virtual existences—the story screams Neumann’s singularity and
futurism. And in another dimension, the
air—already saturated with cigarette smoke—is thick with political nuance. Whether the discussion of socialism,
neo-socialism, socio-anarchism, anarcho-capitalism, and all other manner of
political diversity has any bearing on the narrative is up to the reader,
however. Plot taking precedence over world
building, Macleod’s political vision is located in dialogue rather than the
details (unlike Le Guin’s The Dispossessed, for example). Thus,
for those who like their tech fast, hard hitting, and underpinned by a skein of
political factions, The Stone Canal
is for you.
Though only his second novel, MacLeod shows
every sign of having his writing chops on the road to somewhere. Occasional bits of incongruous present tense
narrative and transcribed Irish accents ripple the waters, but generally the
narrative proceeds with a confidence and skill that the average sci-fi hack
these days cannot produce. A satirical Heinlein-ian
wit forever lurking below surface, Macleod has a sense of humor that will
either have the reader chuckling or perusing as if nothing ever happened. The interplay of situation, politics, and
in-jokes the comedic norm, those who “get it” will enjoy it, while those who
don’t, may be annoyed. Not a lyricist,
MacLeod’s butcher block nevertheless churns our rock hard sentences that move
the story in a style that betters rather than worsens the novel.
Nevertheless The Stone Canal has some issues.
If the love triangle Wilde and Reid work themselves into is not the
usage of an overdone trope, then the presentation of the third member certainly
is. Secondly, Dee Model can be said to
take matters into her own hands, but the three other major female players,
Annette, Myra,
and Meg, are generally more stereotypical than quality secondary
characters. A third problem is the
quantity of the technological changes that take place. The closer one draws to the end of the novel,
the more these advances blur together, making one big tech soup where anything
is possible, limits nowhere in sight. Some
may prefer this type of story, but for me the phases of transition barely had
time to inform character behavior before another reality took over, making for
an unsettled read that distracted from any point the author was trying to
make. But that’s just me.
Another problem is that the scope of the
story seems too big for the characters at times. Like Robert Charles Wilson’s Spin, universe spanning events are being
channeled through a couple of characters involved in personal problems that are
anything but cosmic. If you’re willing
to suspend disbelief, then the story flows easily. If not, university rivals fighting over the
same woman who end up in the most influential of positions may be as weak as it
is. Further problems, well, the smoking
and drinking, damn; I was hacking a black lung by the end.
In the end, The Stone Canal is a novel that gives equal sway to intelligent
commentary and a romp through outright no-holds-barred sci-fi. Written in 1996 before much of the post-human
deluge hit the stands, Macleod deserves credit for being amongst the first,
even if his name is not as well known. Occasionally
overburdening the personal nature of the story, some readers will find the more-than-brisk
evolution of tech distracting, while others will think it’s just what the
doctor ordered, the wave positively curling by the end of the novel. The usage of political ideas not unlike Schismatrix or The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, fans of Bruce Sterling and Robert
Heinlein may want to have a try, while those who read The Star Fraction will be excited to learn the series does not slow
down.
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