Star Maker | |||||
Olaf Stapledon | |||||
Orion Millennium Books, 273 pages | |||||
A review by David Soyka
When the likes of Jorge Luis Borges blurb the book as a "prodigious novel," you know you're in for some tough
sledding. It's not because the book is overly long (272 pages including a glossary and miscellaneous addendum), or
that the language is difficult or archaic (written by an Englishman in the late 30s). It's just that it can be a
bit, well, plodding. That's because this really isn't a novel -- there is little characterization and not much
of a plot -- but a philosophical treatise in the tradition of Thomas More's Utopia or
Edward Bellamy's Looking Backward in which the focus is on expounding ideas, not developing a story. In
my graduate school science fiction seminar taught by the noted critic
H. Bruce Franklin, Star Maker was left off the syllabus because
it would take too long to read -- not because of its length, Franklin explained, but because every couple of pages
you'd have to stop and think over for a while what you'd just read.
A lecturer in psychology and philosophy at Liverpool University and author of a number of fictional and non-fictional
philosophical works, Stapledon was purportedly surprised to have his work identified as science fiction, perhaps
because at the time the genre was synonymous with less-than-literary tales of Flash Gordon heroics and
"babes in space." Certainly it is science fictional in the sense that it deals with then current concepts about the
origins of the universe and Einsteinian physics which, at least to my limited understanding, seem more or less
grounded in actual scientific thinking. It is philosophical in that it attempts to marry science with religion
(though this of course is also an SF tradition dating back to Mary Shelly's Frankenstein) to come up with
mutual areas of agreement. Indeed, Stapledon's thesis tracks with current intelligent-design theory (the
Star Maker is God, though not the Father-God of traditional Christianity), which postulates some sort of
rule-making authority for how the universe works.
It also contains spider-like creatures and interstellar travel, galactic empires and telepathic communication,
also the stuff of pulp fiction. As Kim Stanley Robinson puts it, "Every few pages contain all the material of an
ordinary science fiction novel, condensed to something like prose poetry." The problem, at least from a story-telling
point-of-view, is that this material rarely rises above the level of a sketch. That's because Stapledon isn't
interested in developing narrative about his fantastical (although it start outs with Darwinian notions of
adaptation and survival of the fittest, Stapledon's aliens aren't any more scientifically sophisticated than pulp
models that giants must live on giant worlds and have big noses to breathe methane) aliens, but to metaphorically
meditate on the state of humanity. Given that the book was written by an English pacifist in the darkening days
of Nazism and fascism spreading throughout Europe, it's not surprising that his depiction of the predilections
of so-called intelligent life forms for war and strife isn't overly gracious. That said, there is an underlying
optimism about the inherent capability for humanity to overcome its baser inclinations and the role it plays in
the larger spiritual meaning and machinations of an immense universe of multiple universes.
This is all conveyed to us by an unnamed narrator who, musing one late night alone on his discontent about his
small town life and marriage, is somehow or another (it's not clear why or how) telepathically transported to not
only other worlds, but other galaxies and parallel universes. For each realm that he visits, the narrator is
telepathically merged with one of the inhabitants, who then collectively proceed to visit and experience other
parts of the universe, thus becoming a snowballing sort of immanent Borg that travels not only across galaxies
and universes, but back and forth in time. (Interestingly, in what may be tellingly typical of the attitude of
those who lived at the time of the British Empire, the inception of this vast intellectual/spiritual entity
begins with a single Englishman.) Thus, the narrator is able to observe not only the beginning of the universe,
but also its evolution and climax. Eventually, he meets the Star Maker, an intelligence that observes the
distress of much of his creation, but has no motivation to intervene to correct it. Indeed, the torments of
existence seem to be necessary to form its eventual, presumably planned, transcendence. Once returned to his
human form, the narrator realizes that despite his infinitesimal insignificance to the immensity of creation,
he nonetheless is a part of it, and is inextricably linked to what, even given his gift of time and space
travelling, remains a wonderful, if ultimately ineffable, mystery.
So, who should read this book? Well, it's not the sort of thing you take to the beach. But if you have any
interest in the history of science fiction or, more broadly speaking, the history of ideas, Stapledon and
Star Maker is a must for your required reading list.
David Soyka is a former journalist and college teacher who writes the occasional short story and freelance article. He makes a living writing corporate marketing communications, which is a kind of fiction without the art. |
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