Robert A. Heinlein
1961
Awards: Hugo
Rating: ★ – – – –
SPOILER ALERT
Ick. Ick. Ick.
I
think possibly the worst part of this book is the way women are
written. They are all perfect people who are calm and soothing and never
get mad and are always gorgeous and often clad only in robes. They also
totally adore the extremely irritating main character.
The main
character, Valentine Michael Smith, is a human who was born during the
first manned mission to Mars. He was raised by Martians after all the
other humans in his mission died in an accident. He comes back to Earth
when he is about twenty.
Because of his Martian upbringing, he
has some telekinetic powers and he is dreamy and optimistic and believes
in things like free love and individual freedom and self-actualization.
He develops a cult of followers which eventually grows into a church
and his influence spreads rapidly. He introduces humans to the concept
of “grokking” which, from what I understand, became quite a popular term
after the book came out. “To grok” is to understand on a much, much
deeper, sort of spiritual level than just plain old ordinary superficial
understanding.
There is an implication in Heinlein’s writing that
if you grok what Smith is about, and you believe in his creepy
libertarian vision of what we can make the world become, then you are
vastly superior to other people.
Of
course, a la Jesus Christ, it is inevitable that established powers on
Earth don’t like that Smith is saying these things and that he is
gaining quite a lot of popular power. So they try to kill him.
Eventually Smith does beat the evil establishment guys but only after
his non-corporeal, form-of-energy Martian foster ancestors help out at
the last minute by suddenly giving him even more amazing powers than he
had before and transporting him to another plane of existence. Deus ex machina.
Not too easy to buy. Or grok. Or stomach.
An earlier version of this review originally appeared on Cheeze Blog.
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