REVIEWS by SULLYDOG
by Robert Reed
Robert Reed's short fiction, at least what I've seen of it, is full of wonderful speculations, quasi-magical technologies and mutations, and a delicious sense of irony. One of his principle preoccupations, though, is more primal than the meat-and-potatoes speculation of sf. Reed is fascinated by the propensity of human beings to decieve, abuse and manipulate one another in a thousand cruel ways. For example, his story "Chrysalis," in Asimov's a few years back, was as delicious a tale of deceit and come-uppance as I've ever read, the speculative inventions merely adding new flavor to a very old and very cruel story. Likewise, his recent offering in Asimov's, "Hero," is at first blush a romping monster-hunt in the clouds of Saturn, reminiscent of Zelazny's classic fishing whopper, "The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth." But "Hero" ultimately reveals itself to be another one of Reed's cynical observations of human nature. (And as with "Chrysalis" or the more recent "Sparks," I'd wager "Hero" had just enough of a hint of misogyny to make some readers uncomfortable.)
Marrow seems to transcend all that. There are a hundred human cruelties to be found in this sweeping epic, to be sure. But Marrow is a story packed with mythological resonance, about humanity finding the Evil at the Core, wrestling with it, nearly succumbing to it, seeing it for what it is, and ultimately transceding it. Maybe.
The story isn't that complicated. Perhaps a millenium from now, humans discover an unimaginably huge starship entering the Milky Way from the great void. It is uninhabited, but well suited to humanoid colonization. A brief war is fought with other species for ownership of the derelict, and humans emerge victorious. But what to do with the object? The Master Captain decides to take the Ship on a great journey, circumnavigating the Milky Way, picking up passengers from a billion species along the way. And all the while the ship will be run by the Master Captain and her virtually immortal, almost indestructible human captains.
All goes swimmingly for several millenia, and then a fantastic discovery is made. At the heart of the Ship, long assumed to be solid iron, lies an entire planet, a hellish world of tectonic violence and weird life forms: Marrow. A cadre of elite captains are sent down to explore this world, braving toxic fumes, unpredictable quakes, and sudden floods of molten iron.
They suddenly find themselves cut off by a terrible catacalysm, and left for dead. Over the next several millenia they rebuild a civilization on Marrow, and plan their return to the Ship. For the marooned captains and most of their offspring, this is the focus of all their efforts, an almost holy crusade. But for some of their descendants, it is an abomination. This is more than just an empty argument, for Marrow is expanding, and within a few millenia it will fill enough of the Ship's hidden heart to make return a possibility.
And so Reed plants the seeds of a collosal conflict, vibrant with allegory. Parts of Marrow remind me of William Blake. One subplot, in which a captain's search for a lost lover takes on an almost Arthurian significance, put me in mind of Parcifal. But mostly Marrow is just Biblical, in its sweep and grandeur, in its cosmology and metaphysics, and in the formula of its resolution. Marrow, the hell-word, all sulfur and molten iron and death and deceit, lies at the heart of humanity's vessel, a stinking pit that has to be closed up, sealing it away with all those damned souls who have failed to see the light. Only when we've closed off the pit can we then continue on our journey to the ultimate, in peace and--importantly--prosperity.
This is the cosmology and psychology of modern Capitalist Christianity, which not only forbids evil acts, but also evil thoughts. It is, to my mind, a failed and stupid ethic, mandating that the only way to live with the Beast is to seal it up, to allow no communication whatsoever with the netherworld, where the cauldrons of creation burn hottest and most pure. I'm uncomfortable with the thought that Reed, who has clearly given great consideration to human evil, would have come to such a conclusion himself.
But I don't believe he has, for in the final images of Marrow he plants a small deadly caveat in the barrier that lies between what is Above and Below, a time bomb separating man from the Beast.
So yes, Marrow is a grandiose and resonant work, thoughtful and dense and, I think, important. But have I mentioned that it's also a lot of fun? At one level, it's just a rousing space opera, full of outrageously resilient characters, fantastic landscapes and shattering conflict. It's majestic and engrossing. True, Reed can sometimes leave us a little lost, constructing set pieces in which the scenarios are a bit unclear, with no place for the reader to put his feet. During some of his more action-packed sequences I found myself wondering just what the hell was going on, and where. And the copy-editing in this Tor edition is less than optimal, typos and broken syntax popping up with a little too much regularity. But sf readers will plow through these difficulties, because Marrow is so rich and thoughtful, so packed with skillfully rendered archetypes, and such a rousing good ride, that you'll feel it in the heart of your bones.