Chris
Beckett’s 2012 Dark Eden was a novel
whose setting glowed like a Christmas tree and whose thematic import likewise
glowed for its simple but profound examination of the beliefs, practices, and
rote underpinning Western social, religious, and cultural order. Eschewing the opportunity to tell the hero’s
tale (though there was every opportunity to do so), Beckett set his ambitions
higher, widening the lens of his story to encompass society and how it evolves,
or fails to, in the face of existential reality. The story ending on a momentous discovery for
the stranded colonists, the effect of the knowledge (that they would not be
rescued) was left to the reader’s imagination.
That is until 2015’s Mother of
Eden (2015, Crown Publishing).
Expanding the map considerably, producing a new cast of faces, and
shifting the focus to politics and gender, the novel is a fresh follow up that
fully satisfies the hunger for more of the exotic planet but which may
sacrifice part of its thematic strength to over-simplification.
Set
several generations after John Jeff, and Tina led the expedition away from New
Home to start their own community, the population of Eden has considerably
expanded itself in the time since.
Society in essence set free with the knowledge rescue will not be
forthcoming, a diaspora has occurred, people moving out to explore new islands
and continents. But disagreement
remains. Calling themselves, Davidsfolk,
Johnsfolk, Jeffsfolk, even Tinafolk, differences and discrimination still eat
at the heart of the colonists. Enmity
among the groups seeming to continually simmer just beneath the surface, things
start to boil when the descendants of John Redlantern discover metal on a
continent across the Big Dark. Believing
themselves to be on the path to returning society to a state of civilization,
they organize their rudimentary community along feudal lines in order to best
extract the valuable material from Eden’s hothouse soil in the hopes of someday
re-creating the technology which produced starships and space travel. Trouble is, without access to real human
history, they’re bound to make the same mistakes as they grow.

