There are rumors going around that the current wave of
science fiction will be called the Accelerated Age. When the official announcement is made (most
certainly not happening until we reach the trough of the next wave—coming
sooner than you may think), undoubtedly pundits will be racing to find
exemplary texts. While not seminal, Ian
McDonald’s 2008 novella The Tear is
unequivocally a representative text,
Playing with reality in a way only writers of the astronomic surreal are
seemingly able to, it is post-human to the mimetic limit.
Ptey is a young man growing up on the water world of Tej. Brought to the Manor House to learn the ways
of his seven other personalities, he is also taught the interstellar situation
his home planet finds itself in. A
Second-Level species living in space overhead, the Andreen’s use Tej’s vast
oceans to resupply water they use for intergalactic, faster-than-light travel. More advanced than Ptey’s people, it’s a lucky
chance that gets him aboard one of their water-sucking globes. It’s unlucky, however, that he’s on board at
the time when an enemy chooses to attack.
The most wildly speculative of McDonald’s stories I’ve yet to
read, the developing countries motif is abandoned in favor of something wholly
trans-human. Ptey going through eight
iterations of himself on Tej, once in space he finds infinity is not enough to
define and name who he is. The novella
ending on a brain-busting, world-in-the-palm-of-your-hand note, McDonald once
again proves he’s one of the most imaginative and under appreciated writers of
sci-fi today.
Advancing by leaps and bounds, Ptey’s march through the phases
of existence is exhilarating. Similar to
the works of Charles Stross, The Tear
linearly accelerates Ptey like a particle into the stratosphere of metaphysics.
The main storyline working like an escalator, it isn’t until the final fifteen
pages that McDonald eases back on the throttle, re-contextualizing Ptey’s
existence in human terms. The mind ready
to burst with the size and implications of it all, McDonald then wields a pin,
popping the balloon by taking the scope of the story to unfathomable dimensions—Singularity
like I’ve never read before.
All this being said, the science underpinning this
acceleration is all too easily identifiable as pseudo-science. Iain Banks did a lot of authorial hand-waving
in Excession to create the illusion
of future tech—and most felt at least plausible. Reality spun with neologisms born of science
and scientific speculation, not to mention just pure individual creativity,
McDonald falls just shy of the mark.
More often crammed rather than spun, there is a palpably artificial feel
to the descriptions of futuristic tech in the novella. McDonald does, however, keep himself above
the crowd, what’s presented solid in its own right.
Where The Tear falls
short is in comparison to McDonald’s oeuvre.
The writing choppy, it would seem either he fired the story off in a
blazing hurry, or it did not seem to have his full attention from the
beginning. Text like the following is
par for the course:
“Past
shuttered cafes and closed-up stores and the tall brick faces of the student
Hearths. The burning tram on the Tunday Avenue junction blazed fitfully, its
bitter smoke mingling with the eternal aromatic hydrocarbon smog exhaled by
Jann's power plants. The trees that lined the avenue's centerstrip were folded
down into tight fists, dreaming of summer. Their boot heels rang loud on the
street tiles.”
As one can see, the pieces are there, just not organized into
a single, fluid line that evokes singular imagery as strongly as his other
works. Sentence structure simply does
not move with McDonald’s usual sense of rhythm and flow, resulting in an unpolished
feel.
In the end, The Tear
is an exceptional example of a Singularity text but only a second-rate example
of what McDonald can produce. The sci-fi
sense of wonder fully in place—a difficult feat to pull off in today’s age, the
story rockets out of the stratosphere, and by the end, the logosphere. For those who read sci-fi to expand their
mind, this is an exemplary story.
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