It’s tempting to call The Fountains of Paradise Arthur C.
Clarke’s magnum opus. Containing bits and pieces of nearly
everything the author was involved with, personally and fictionally. The book has it all, from his beloved Sri
Lanka to the immense possibilities of science, alien phenomena to his belief humanity
will improve itself, the realistic presentation of science to “knowledge” as
the hero, not to mention being produced in the latter stages of his career. Part historical overview, part thriller, and
all hard sci-fi, whether or not The
Fountains of Paradise is the best of Clarke’s oeuvre is up to the reader to
decide. That the novel is at its heart
is undeniable.
The
Fountains of Paradise
is the story of the Vannevar Morgan.
Fresh off the successful construction of the three-kilometer high
Gibraltar Bridge, the engineer is ready to start on his next vision: to design
and build an orbital tower—an elevator to space. The time late 21 st century, mankind has begun
inhabiting the nearer planets in the solar system. Development ongoing apace, many needed
resources must still be brought from Earth, something an orbital tower, with its
capacity to deliver vast payloads into the atmosphere without the need to
launch fuel-guzzling, noisesome rockets, would greatly improve. Morgan past middle age and having a heart
problem, the time needed for the project’s conception and implementation,
however, may just exceed the number of years he has remaining.
And Morgan faces other challenges. The best site for locating the Earth-side
anchor of the tower happens to be at the top of a mountain on the fictional island
Taprobane (an “island 90% similar to Sri Lanka” according to Clarke’s
afterword). Transportation and logistics
are not the issue, however. Having
called the place home for thousands of years, the group of monks who reside in
their temple at the island’s peak are not so eager to give up their sacred
grounds, adding to the conflicts of interest the single-minded Morgan must deal
with.
I have not read the entirety of Clarke’s
books, so perhaps I’m about to put my foot in my mouth, but from my limited
reading, The Fountains of Paradise is
unique in the author’s oeuvre for its extensive use of historical
elements. Sri Lankan history
specifically, chapters of the opening section tell of King Kalyapa (called Kalidasa
in the novel) and his conception of the Fountains and Sky palace at Lion Rock
(called Yakkagala). Creating an architectural
and historical parallel to the scientific endeavors which later overtake the
plot, the manner in which Morgan’s aims echo the king’s is downright literary,
something the author has not been accused of many times.
Problems with The Fountains of Paradise—there are none per se. The style is more
polished, more rich than Clarke’s early novels, the pace is brisk but
effective, and the story has a perfect structure, from playing out the
individual strands in the beginning, bringing them together in a suspenseful
climax, to the aftermath. “Point of
contention” would seem a better descriptor for some of the narrative
choices. The view of religion rather
simplistic and the epilogue seemingly skewed, Clarke may have tried to tackle
too much in these instances. Regardless,
they are assembled with the other elements into a satisfying whole that speaks
to something realistic in mankind’s hopes for the future.
In the end, The Fountains of Paradise is one of Clarke’s best novels. As mentioned, it is representative of his
oeuvre for the parts which comprise the whole.
Big dumb objects (Rendezvous with Rama), hard science conundrums (A Fall of Moondust), jumps in evolution (2001:
A Space Odyssey), hard science (every Clarke novel?), and the myths and
architectural heritage of Sri Lanka—err, Tapobrane—are the motifs filling out
the story of Morgan and his dream of an orbital tower to space. The
Fountains of Paradise’s hard science grounding in economic, religious, and
political ideals is a commendable example of the genre and worthwhile for
anyone who ever pondered upon the real-world design issue facing thinkers who
think big—space elevator, big.
A fine review which has whetted my appetite for a re-read of this. My first encounter was about thirty years ago, but I see that design competitions still proceed apace for a suitable solution to the problems in building a space elevator.
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