For the first 1/4 of this book I was legit thinking this was going to be a contender for my annual Top Five reads. As a debut it’s remarkably self-assured, with solid characters, an interesting premise, and decent dialogue. I like the technothriller scary science stuff, which certainly sounds plausible, with the addition of manga-esque mechs which make sense given the setup, all of it easily shifting from a disease apocalypse to a post-apocalyptic battle for survival.
But then the little things started piling up, dragging down the story and distracting from the tale.
Cinematic sci-fi, especially that of the 1950s and 60s, was prone to the trope that’s called, “As you know, Bob”. This is where one character will tell another character something that the second character is already familiar with, but it needs to be explained to the audience. Stivers employs that a lot in this book. A LOT. She doesn’t even try to disguise it, simply using “as you know” to start infodumps.
Another thing she uses is repetition of words to create a fake sense that a conversation is taking place, when in actuality it’s a monologue to, again, dump some info on you. Lots of bad movies and bad TV shows use this all the time. I suspect she watches all those procedural shows where lawyers, doctors or cops lay out the plot and one character is there simply to repeat key words.
Key words?
Yes, in order to foster the illusion that this is a dialogue.
A dialogue?
Yes, a dialogue. As you know, that’s a conversation between two people, but really I’m just monologuing to get the point across, and this breaks up a wall of text in order to make something more readable.
Readable?
Yes. The extra white space on the page makes the story flow faster because your eyes have somewhere to rest.
Interesting.
...and scene. Seriously, if you started a drinking game where you slammed a shot for each “as you know” and every instance of word repetition, you’d be well and truly pickled by the halfway point of this book. Which is a shame because the bones of it are so good, and the mother/child relationships between the robots and kids works really well as a metaphor for modern technological child-rearing.
The other thing that bothered me a bit was that the 8-year-olds (and later 10-year-olds) acted more like 12- to 14-year-olds sometimes. I can kinda let that one slide, but in the movie adaptation I would age the kids up a bit. Those couple of years make a real difference.
Another point in the book’s favor is the inclusion of the Hopi Indian tribe. It’s exceedingly rare for Native Americans to appear in novels at all, and they are almost invisible in Science Fiction. If you can name any Native American characters in SF at all, likely the only one you can come up with is Commander Chakotay from Star Trek: Voyager, and that show is 25 years old already. That Chakotay is also Hopi probably influenced Stivers.
Those execution errors aside, I liked the book overall.