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Buried inside this terse read of a novel are the little nuggets of grand speculation that helped Rendezvous with Rama win both the Hugo and the Nebula in its year. This novel is a first contact story without any real first contact. The ultimate question – are we alone in the universe – is answered with a decisive no when the so-named Rama probe, a huge black cylindrical ship – enters the solar system. But, devoid of any sentient life, or perhaps or any life at all, the question then becomes, what else is accompanying us in the universe?

This book was written in 1973, when the American victory in the space race increasingly paled when faced with Earth’s increasingly apparent “limitations.” Set in 2130, Rama is Clarke’s imaging of what the space race could have gotten us. A world that was forced to pull together to protect itself from attack of space-born objects discovers and explores the Rama probe when it first appears in the solar system’s orbit. People are no longer identified by their nationality, but by their planetary statuses, and Clarke makes light of the UN, poking fun that it could have over 100 members while the planetary committee can barely function with under 10. Indeed, at one point while exploring the Rama probe, one of the characters remarks that the Ramans must have morals or they would have destroyed themselves, as humans almost did during the 20th century, an obvious allusion to the Cold War detente the United States enjoyed with the Soviet Union at the time.

But what is Rama, besides a curious allegory for Cold War relations? Rama is a massive, hallow space probe outfitted with many strange but seemingly useless features on its inside that begin to reveal their purpose as the probe awakens to life. Clarke was a  golden age hard science fiction author, and calling him a stickler for details is an understatement. Rama is nothing but a cold, scientific adventure story – even his human characters are never more than mere conduits to the futuristic dream ship that Clarke creates for them to explore. This can make for some dry or even frustrating reading, as Rama’s interior is described with intricate detail but all the greatest mysteries about her – i.e. who are her creators – are left unanswered.

And that is the way Rama must be left – as an exploration novel emblematic of a time when Americans looked to the stars with not just hope but also cold realism in their eyes. In Clarke’s future space pulled humanity together and allowed us to colonize the stars, just as in real life it drove two nations toward the pinnacle of scientific greatness. There is the requisite sexism,  but women also serve on Commander Norton’s exploratory crew, and are allowed to hold important roles on the ship. It’s also a book for fanboys and space geeks and anyone else who wonders whether or not we’re alone in the universe, and if not, what our companions are like. In Rama answers are only found in the things that the Ramans invented, but as there are many sequels, I can assume more is revealed about their nature in later books. Perhaps Clarke’s terse prose opens up a bit as well.

I’ve only gotten a few comments on this blog, and most of them were from readers very unhappy with my reviews of their beloved books or TV shows. To them all I can say is I’m sorry. My policy on screening comments is that if you spew obscenities and insults at me, you’re not making a valuable contribution to the discussion. That said, I have my own perhaps not valuable addition to the discussion to make. That is to say, I very much dislike The Uplift War.  In fact, I couldn’t finish it. Don’t get me wrong – Brin’s premise (that sentient races were all brought into being by the process of uplift, a gift bestowed upon them by other sentient races) is unique and compelling. I read Startide Rising and liked it. But I find that The Uplift War suffers the pitfalls of much contemporary fiction – an acute focus on action with very little interest in exploring the philosophical underpinning of the world the author has created. Further, there is a fixation on character development that, curiously, still leaves the characters undeveloped. Few writers, like Vernor Vinger and Dan Simmons, have managed to do this kind of novel successfully. Here, David Brin fails.

The Uplift War shifts perspectives between multiple different narrators, two of which are alien species and one of which is chimpanzees, the first species which human beings uplifted. Of course, we cannot introduce an exotic female into the narrative, the Tymbrimi Athaclena, without immediately eroticizing her and setting her up as a love match for the human Robert Oneagle. Similarly we are treated to erotic scenes of chimpanzees in a strip club. I’m not surprised by Brin’s penchant toward bestiality – in Startide Rising one of the dolphins entertains sexual feelings for one of his human crewmates. I’ve gotten used to the objectification of women in science fiction – it’s inevitable, and tracing the phenomenon over time proves that we have a long way to go toward cultural equality if this kind of thing is still present in what is supposed to be our most forward thinking genres of fiction. But when animals are eroticized I become disturbed for the reader and the author. I’m plain not interested in that subject matter. This, of course, is a personal preference, but it’s appearance in The Uplift War made me far less likely to finish the novel.

Besides its sexism, what the novel really suffers from is a minute focus on action that barely moves the plot forward at all and does not explore the philosophical underpinnings of the novel’s premise that most appeal to a certain type of reader. For those of you that love action for the sake of action in your science fiction novels, this one is for you. For those of you interested in learning about uplift or what the humans discovered in deep space that triggered this war, you’ll find nothing of interest here. Yes, the uplifted species the chimpanzees are featured prominently, and yes, the uplifted nemesis Gubru also play an important role, but the mystery of the Streaker’s discovery is left, perhaps, for other books.

Anyone who wants to chime in and voice their opinion on the book is welcome too, as long as they’re constructive. I simply found it, above all, to be insufferably boring and painfully disappointing.

The preface to my 2009 edition of this Nebula winning classic does my work for me in historicizing this novel. Silverberg writes that A Time of Changes came about as a response to America’s transition from the straight-laced conformity of the 1950s to the counterculture and free love of the 1960s and 1970s. A Time of Changes stands as an allegory for that transition set on a far distant world in a distant future, where men have depleted the resources of Earth and colonized the stars.

Settled by a taciturn, religious (almost puritanical) people, on Borthan it is illegal to break the scared Covenant, a religious doctrine that prohibits the use of the pronouns “I” or “me” and isolates people emotionally from themselves and others. Kinnall, our protagonist and a prince of Sulla, one of the provinces on Northern continent where most people reside, narrates the reader through his own journey of self-discovery, guided by an Earthman and realized with the help of a hallucinogenic drug that lays bare the souls of those who take it in a basic orgy of emotional sharing. Emerging from this stupor, the first impulse is to say, “I love you,” which is also the ultimate crime on Borthan, as it breaks down barriers between the self and others.

A Time of Changes presents astute world-building, and remains dedicated to the strict social rules set for its characters, but doubting these rules is an integral part of the journey for the characters and the reader. Just as the reader is questioning why Borthan’s residents remain so strongly dedicated to the Covenant, Kinnall is wondering it himself, writing a desperate manifesto meant to convince Borthanians that the way of rightful existing is through self love and love of others, the two most taboo indulgences on Borthan. In this way A Time of Changes is not just a stand in for the counterculture or the drug culture that grew out of the 1960s, but is an exploration of religion itself. The Earthman, Schweiz, takes the drug because he is trying to experience God. He envies the Borthanian’s easy dedication to religion, and nothing in his wandering of the stars has convinced him God exists. Scheiwz thinks he might find God through complete and unfettered connection with others. For Kinnall, the drug brings him closer to God by tearing apart his own religious beliefs. God is self love and the love of others, he finds.

A Time of Changes doesn’t have much to hide in its allegorical story of one man’s transformation from conformity to a belief in free love. It’s easy to read this book onto the historical narrative of the counterculture and the 1960s and 70s. The treatment of women in this novel also dates it – all women are sex objects, pure and simple, even Kinnall’s bondsister, who he is supposed to feel only platonic feelings for. It is their only function. During the free love period in the 1960s, women found that free love often meant their objectification, as they were merely sex objects for the men practicing open sexual mores upon their bodies. This objectification is one of the experiences that drove feminism and women’s quest for sexual equality. Silverberg is unable to grant any of the women in his novel agency – their bodies exist purely for the pleasure of his protagonist. Sadly, as some of the more recent science fiction novels I have reviewed demonstrate, this is still the case in many texts.

A Time of Changes is an interesting read. It forces us to ask ourselves how much our own culture mirrors the Borthanian culture of isolation and mistrust. It also asks us to examine the value of sharing love and emotional experience with those around us. I oftentimes felt that Silverberg spent more time telling the reader about Borthanian mores than he did demonstrating them, so that the impact of Kinnall’s ultimate martyrdom felt less destructive than it should have. But the settings in the book were lovely and the allegory intriguing. Even after 30 some odd years, this book provides valuable insight into the way we view ourselves and each other.

It’s hard to know where to begin in dissecting this out-of-print Nebula winner. It’s another time travel story, and as we’ve already established with historical fiction and alternate histories, using such a device allows the author carte blanche when constructing a plot around their unique timeline. No Enemy but Time uses this latitude to create a novel that rewrites our understanding of our distant past. Whether this journey 2,000,000 years into Earth’s past is successful enough for the reader is up for debate.

No Enemy but Time is really two stories about one character told in a twined narrative as the author moves forward through Joshua Kampa’s past being raised by his foster parents, and his future, where he travels backwards in time to Plieistocene Africa in the the fictional country of Zarakal. He goes because he has been dreaming of living there, in this same far-distant time period, his whole life, and somehow the time travel technology in this novel revolves around the vivid dreams Kampa has had since he was a small child. Only one who has “spirit traveled” can actually go back in time using the time travel device, White Sphinx. Kampa qualifies, and so he is sent back in time to observe the fictionalized proto-humans, Homo zarakalenis (referred to as Minids). The rest of this time travel part of the story focuses on Kampa’s adventures with the tribe of proto-humans he eventually becomes a part of. An intriguing premise, No Enemy but Time fails to reach the heights worthy of a Nebula.

The plot of No Enemy but Time is hard to summarize intelligently, as may be apparent from the first two paragraphs of this review. The book is long and winding, and while its two stories are connected through the shared character of Joshua Kampa, it’s hard to pin down why the story of his childhood and maturation is necessary, even if these chapters are the best written of the book. But what is most frustrating and banal is the way Bishop treats Kampa’s time in the past. The book reads like an Edgar Rice Burroughs novel without the excitement, and with a black protagonist. As Kampa successfully joins the Minids band, he becomes the all-powerful outsider, just as good, if not better, at practicing the tasks of hunting and gathering that his Minid companions are both evolutionarily and experientially more suitable for.

Even more problematic is the nature of gender and sexuality in this book. The Minid society is divided along gender lines, with the men doing the hunting and protecting and the females doing the gathering and the nurturing. They also pair bond monogamously along gender lines, implying that heteronormative standards reigned supreme in humans’ distant ancestors. That is, of course, until Kampa falls in love with one of the female Minids that he names Helen, a loner, physically larger than the other woman, who most often acts like a male of the tribe. But this is an uneasy role – Helen is shunned by the females and often takes to stealing other animals’ children in an attempt to play mother. In Bishop’s Pleistocene era, the key to true acceptance in society for a woman is still tied closely to her reproductive capabilities and her role in a heteronormative couple.

That’s right. If you haven’t guessed it by now, Kampa and Helen pair bond, have sex, and produce a child. Putting aside the possible scientific impossibility of this procreation (it is a novel about time travel based on dreaming, after all), I was quite put off by the sexualization of Helen, who I read to be basically an animal in comparison to Kampa. Their love scene read like lurid bestiality, and though I could see the relationship coming from miles away, that didn’t lead me to be any more disappointed in the author. The love scene and sexual bond between Kampa and Helen served no purpose in the plot other than to situate both Kampa and Helen in a monogamous, heteronormative relationship.

This book was published in 1982, during the rise of the New Right with a backlash against the civil rights movements of the 1960s and 70s. It’s hard to know if Bishop’s interest in pair bonding Kampa and Helen related to this backlash, but one of the most striking features of this novel is that Joshua Kampa is black. Further, he encounters prejudice and discrimination based on his skin color in scenes that are convincing enough such that they are uncomfortable to read. If Bishop was unwilling to relinquish heternormative relationships, he did explore the color barrier.

Also, the novel is set in Africa, an Africa that Bishop envisions as forward thinking scientifically, and that in the end gets its own space program. It is not a simple backdrop for a story about time travel, but instead is a character in its own right, as are the African politicians who play and support Kampa along the way.

As I said at the beginning of the review, this novel has an extremely interesting premise, I just wish it had been executed better. Kampa’s sexual relationship with Helen was a disturbing plot point that I couldn’t move beyond, and it was hard to feel immersed in the minutiae of the Minids society when most of their time was spent looking for food – realistic perhaps, but it didn’t make for riveting reading. Then Bishop glossed over one of the most interesting parts of the story – his return to the present with his hybrid daughter. Perhaps unwilling to imagine the prejudice she might face, or the mental handicaps she might have to overcome, she appears as perfectly normal in the final chapter, absconding to chase her own dreams of the future.

No Enemy but Time is lean on material where it should be thick, and dwells too much on seemingly mundane episodes. Further, it is hard not to feel disturbed by the eroticization of an animal. Poor females are always sex objects, even if they’re almost of a different species. This book is a romance novel for men disguised as a technical manual for wilderness survival disguised as a coming of age story. Follow your dreams, Bishop extorts his reader, they will lead your on wilder and more inappropriate adventures than you ever imagined.