"Two to one
that you will report to his majesty that the Earth is shaped like a disc. Even
odds for a cylinder. Three to one against a square. Ten to one against a
sphere." He pushed the bag of staters back to Eratosthenes. "Just
give me a hint," he whispered. "And keep your purse."
Knowledge regarding the true shape of Earth literally worth its weight in
gold, Charles L. Harness’ 1984 Summer
Solstice is a look at the underlying views of how such a variety of shapes
could come to mind to begin with.
Summer Solstice is the story of Eratosthenes, a geometer tasked by Ptolemy II with
determining the shape of the Earth: cylinder, disc, sphere, square? The street odds against each interesting,
rabbis, astrologers, philosophers, even sailors have their own opinion as to
the reality of the earth beneath their feet, depending on their belief of
perspective. Eratosthenes’s situation
more than precarious, a female slave awaits to poison him should his choice go
wrong. But complicating matters much
further is the unscheduled arrival of Khor, an avian-esque alien on Earth, his
ship in desperate need of repair.
Set in Alexandria after the Greeks had taken Egypt, the city is lent a
cosmopolitan feel by the Chaldeans, Carthagians, Greeks, Africans, Arabs, Jews,
Egyptians, and all other manner of cultures and races walking its streets. Moving among and through each on the road to
reaching a decision as to the true shape of the world, Harness has his finger
on the sophisticated matrix of culture that once existed in the city.
What Harness does not have his finger on is subtle storytelling. Summer
Solstice brazenly drops an alien into historical Greece with barely a
ripple. Perhaps some oblique commentary
that a scientist is better equipped to handle such “realities”, the combination
of cultures and the introduction of extra-terrestrials are given short shrift. The mathematical agenda is pushed heavily, and
for this undoubtedly mathematicians and fellow geometers will enjoy the
story. It’s only a bit bothersome that
the humanist side takes such a big hit, particularly how it could inform a
storyline begging to be made plausible.
It is thus that Summer Solstice
would seem to be better served fleshed out into a novel so that the characters
have more flavor, and the introduction of foreign elements more space to
breathe. Moreover, perhaps a less
stereotypical reason for the alien being on Earth could exist, not to mention
the fairy tale denouement.
Where the novella strikes gold is in its presentation of the thinking of
the time. Discussing with an astrologer
the meaning of knowing the shape of the Earth, he receives the following
perspective: “I see Gaea, the Earth
goddess. You would strip her naked. You would say, her size and shape are thus
and so. I see Cronos, the god of time. You would have lovely naked Gaea
turning, turning, turning under the lascivious scrutiny of Cronos. Apollo
stands still in the skies, and leers." And talking with other people,
the rabbi, the Egyptians, etc., he gets a variety of other views. Speaking with the Greek pharaoh, he gets
perhaps the most interesting: "The
gods gave us a flat world, my young friend. Adjust your numbers to fit the
facts, not the other way around."
In the end, Summer Solstice is
a novella of wonderful ideas but of poor story and character. Perhaps a statement that could be made of
much of science fictional, Harness manages to captures it in a nutshell. The main storyline centered on the historical
perspective of the shape of the Earth and the underlying logic (religious,
philosophical, geometrical, and otherwise), the esoterica is not juxtaposed
particularly effectively, everything packed into the story haphazardly. The reader’s eyes are left to jump right,
left, up, and down absorbing the “scholarly” discussion, rather than being
presented the info in a smooth flow of discourse or exposition. The closest media parallel I can think of is
the film Agora. Given a choice, I’d
rather watch the film.
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