Recently I’ve found myself reading a number of short novels—don't know why, it just somehow happened that way.
The latest of these was Elder Race, by Adrian Tchaikovsky. Ostensibly, this is science fiction, as one of its two alternating viewpoint characters is a low-ranking anthropologist from a far-future Earth, stranded on a former colony planet where the colonists have regressed (during the 1000+ years they were basically forgotten by those who put them there) to a quasi-medieval society, one in which, for unexplained reasons, the rulers and warriors are women. Abandoned by his colleagues (they promised to come back but never did) and out of touch with Earth for hundreds of years, Nyr Illim Tevitch owes his longevity to the highly advanced technology which preserves and protects him. And because he commands the sort of sufficiently advanced technology that the locals are—as the saying goes—unable to distinguish from magic, he is known to them as Nyrgoth Elder, sorcerer of an ancient race.
He is supposed to be on that world merely to observe and to record, and above all to avoid any cultural contamination which would negate the value of his work—but he is lonely there by himself, and suffering from clinical depression, so he can’t quite bring himself to turn away a young princess when she arrives at his tower door to invoke his help against a "demon" currently afflicting the countryside.
That princess is Lynesse Fourth Daughter. Curious and impulsive, she’s spent much of her life in one sort of trouble or another, is considered basically a nuisance at home, but she cherishes hopes that she can prove herself worthy of her heroic foremothers by killing the demon—with the help of the sorcerer, of course.
He doesn’t believe in magic or demons, knows he’s most emphatically NOT supposed to intervene, but … well, she reminds him of an old love, he’s come to doubt himself and his work (whether his reports will ever be seen by anybody from home—or whether it will matter if they are) and he can’t bring himself to give her a flat-out “no.” Yes, at one point he tries to tell her what he really he is and why he shouldn’t get involved, but the language has changed over the last 1500 years, along with a bunch of cultural assumptions and the basic worldview, so that in translation much of what he tries to say comes out sounding very, very different from what he intended. When he tries to tell her that he is a scholar, a scientist … well, both those words translate as “wizard.” When he says he has no magic, he is “just of a people who understand how the world works,” Lyn and her trusty companion Esha Free Mark accept this as a standard description of—you guessed it—a wizard. When he tries to explain how his ancestors brought her ancestors to this planet, in translation it becomes a great mythic voyage through the seas of night, an epic not of science but of ancient beings with god-like powers. And so forth.
The end result of all this mixed-up translation, is that in the chapters where he is the viewpoint character it’s a science fiction story with lots of technical gadgets, but when she takes over the narration, it’s a grand heroic quest through wonders and horrors. This difference in how they understand the world provides much of the tension in the story, but also quite a bit of humor.
On the whole, I found Elder Race a clever and enjoyable tale, with appealing characters, and a satisfying (if slightly rushed) conclusion.
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While reading the last few novels, I’ve been slowly making my way through The Bookshop of the World: Making and Trading Books in the Dutch Golden Age, by Andrew Pettegree and Arthur der Weduwen. I am less than 20% through but already I have learned a great deal that I didn’t know before, and not all of it about books. I’ve been interested in this period for quite a while but most of what I’ve read has centered on England or France, so this is widening my horizons—which is apt for a book that so far includes so much about early explorers!
Rather dry at times and dense with names and dates, it also includes gripping stories of politics and religion, early newspapers and their role in the Dutch Republic, voyages of trade and discovery, tragical or inspiring travellers tales, cheap editions small enough to fit inside a pocket, sometimes from the same presses that produced immense and expensive atlases in gorgeous bindings worthy of the libraries of kings and princes … and who knows what else lies ahead in the next 400 pages or so? I look forward to finding out.
Unlike a lot of history books, which crowd all the illustrations together in the middle or at the end of a book—or leave them out entirely in digital editions like the one I am reading—this one has color photos of some of the documents (splendid woodcuts of historical events and even more splendid maps!) inserted throughout the text.