Ian
McDonald’s 1992 Hearts, Hands and Voices
(titled The Broken Land by US
publishers), in and amongst its gush of ideas and frothing of language, seems
to have far-future Africa as its setting, but never openly declares itself as
such. Making no bones about it, in 1995
McDonald started a series of novels explicitly set in the dark continent. The first novel Chaga (Evolution’s Shore
in the US) brought into the fold easier recognized tropes of science fiction,
resulting in a more tangible, accessible revisioning of Africa’s future.
Gaby
McAslan, a television reporter fresh out of university in Ireland, has her
sights set on working in Kenya where a strange object from space has struck
Kilimanjaro and is slowly spreading a bizarre crystalline substance at the rate
of a few feet per day across the countryside.
Called chaga by the locals, it
digests anything that is not alive, leaving in its wake indescribable
masses—canyon walls, rippled blankets, and strange shapes sitting surreally in
the open. Gaby’s bright shock of red
hair unable to equal her zeal for work, everyone—men, the UN, Kenyan
government, local mafia, even her own news director—have trouble keeping the
reins on her as surreal stories of chaga survivors begin emerging from the
affected regions. With reports of
telepathy, healings, spiritual commune, and new, never before seen technology
appearing, Gaby’s instinct for front line stories is well tuned. But an even more bizarre object appears at
the edge of the solar system. NASA and
other space agencies track the massive, undulating BDO as it dumbly makes its
way toward Earth—a relationship seeming to exist with the chaga, but no
scientist able to pinpoint what exactly it is.
The
story that follows finds Gaby traversing a labyrinth of troubles—personal,
professional, and environmental. Never
making things easy on herself, the reward is that she exists at the bleeding
edge of action. Whether it’s the ups and
downs of her love life or headline news reporting on the chaga (a place where political and social tensions run highest), life is never dull for the Irish
woman.
Starring
said white woman in black Africa, there is some fear that Chaga misappropriates culture.
And to some minor degree, these fears are realized. Gaby, her white friends, and Western
interests play major roles in the text.
That being said, McDonald does focus on other issues intrinsic to the
setting, and does so based on his own travels and time spent in the region
(e.g. the smattering of local language, details of place, sympathies,
etc.). From the uncertain role the UN
plays in local politics to HIV, civil wars to post-colonialism, McDonald peels
back more layers of Africa than the average Victorian novel. Thus Chaga
is, to a certain extent, a novel of ‘white concerns,” but on average has has
its focus on the issues of Africa and Africans in the modern world.
An
attempt at revisioning Africa, Chaga
is set in the near future where the disparity between Western and African
qualities of life remains, but has shrunk in size . In fact an opening salvo in what surely will
amount to an empowered vision of the continent, Chaga is the first book of a yet unfinished trilogy (Kirinya the second book, the third
awaiting McDonald’s muse). The
chaga materially somewhere between J.G. Ballard’s The Crytsal World and Stanislaw Lem’s conception of the surreal
planet’s seas in Solaris, the
changing shapes of the crystalline substance form the symbolic source of power
for the revisioning. But the manner in
which it interacts with those who come in contact, the bizarre new substances
it transforms, not to mention the fact it landed in Kenya not the UK or US,
indicate McDonald has hopes more sophisticated than a simple ‘You can do it,
Africa’ for the future novels.
Where
Chaga wavers from course is in its
inability to reconcile the gravitas of the situation in Africa with the
melodrama of mainstream fiction. Gaby is
a larger than life woman, as are most of the other characters. Her lovers experience the dramas of few in
reality, and her relationships take the twists and turns of a romance
novel. Moreover, the drama of the news
room is that of contrived plotting rather than a mode of storytelling that
integrates cultural and personal concerns.
This is all not to mention the fact the UN is portrayed as a
less-than-subtle evil—not that the UN is an altruistic mother who has Africa in
its best interests, only that the harm they may cause is not likely to be as
overt a plot-motivator as McDonald renders it.
Overall, McDonald is too skilled a writer for the inclusion of
mainstream (read: bestseller) novel qualities to have been an accident. Resulting in a mismatch of sentiment and
style, it’s tough to convey the pain of a land through Hollywood-esque
melodrama.
In
the end, Chaga is a light novel with
serious themes—the juxtaposition never quite bridged. Putting in place typical science fiction
tropes (a BDO and a creeping biological something) in an atypical setting
(near-future Kenya), the reader’s mileage will vary depending what catches
their eye: the temperamental, over-the-top main character, empowered Africa, or
mainstream-social concerns. What can’t
be denied, however, is the novel’s desire for something more for the dark
continent, the keys waiting for future novels to be unveiled.
I loved the ideas in this story, but I really disliked Gaby.
ReplyDeleteYeah, if you can't swallow her character, then it's difficult to swallow the novel. I tend not to think of novels in terms of character, so it wasn't a hangup for me.
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