This is definitely a book of strange new things, but its
title is the name that an alien culture gives to the Bible. By alien culture I mean the native
inhabitants of another planet. Pastor Peter
Leigh is a reformed drug addict and alcoholic that has been chosen as a
missionary to these people who resemble humans in many ways. He leaves his beloved wife Bea behind in
England but finds that his new post is really quite cushy in that his new
congregation is thrilled by his arrival.
Ironically, the world he left behind is in turmoil, and Bea is basically
coming apart at the seams, not to mention losing her faith. To me, this upside-down contrast is the heart
of the novel. Peter is thriving, except
that he tends to neglect his own health, while Bea, now pregnant with his
child, sends him a frantic deluge of messages about how the infrastructure on
Earth is collapsing. Peter, of course,
cannot really comfort her from millions of miles away, with only the written
word at his disposal, and he’s much more adept at speaking than writing. This book completely transported me to this
puzzling frontier, where everyone is surviving mainly on a plant dubbed
whiteflower that can be made to taste like just about any food. The natives grow it in abundance, basically
feeding themselves and the earthlings living on their planet. In return, the humans provide the natives
with pharmaceuticals: antibiotics,
pain-killers, etc. It’s a wary and
uncomfortable relationship but vital, particularly to the resident earthlings. We learn gradually, as Peter does, what
happened to his predecessor and so much more.
This is not really science fiction, and I wonder if some of its
inspiration came from Mary Doria Russell’s The Sparrow. In any case, this is a voyage you’ll want to
take.
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