Central Station is a new sci-fi novel by Lavie Tidhar. It
opens on the Station of the same name, the base for travel outside of Earth’s
atmosphere. The Station, with its base situated in what was once Tel Aviv, is a
bustling commercial hub – and the people who live there are vividly imagined,
often exceptionally strange, and yet also incredibly human. It’s a book which
wants to explore the human condition, and what it means to be human, and does
so alongside wider discussions on family, memory and mortality, amongst others.
The format is also worth talking about. It
feels like a selection of short stories, all taking place in the same setting,
and with the same characters intersecting in different ways, with an
overarching narrative running behind and being moved forward in each of the
vignettes. It’s a clever approach, and one that works well here, because Tidhar
manages to keep the stories self contained, but informed by the context of the
narrative around them.
Central Station is at the core of the novel that bears the
same name. It’s an environment that Tidhar explores exuberantly, and with what
feels like a lot of informed knowledge in every line. There’s a lot going on
here, at the base of the station. Rag and bone men drive horse carts alongside
gleaming metal spires. There’s AI-like individuals riding the consciousness of
others, for what may or may not be mutual benefit. There’s a game world so immersive
you can make money doing a menial job there instead of in ‘reality’. There’s
viruses that can change who and what you are, and there’s metal men, carrying
the consciousness of the dead, veterans of long ago wars. It’s a lavish
backdrop, and one to which the author is always adding fascinating detail. It
feels like we’re looking through a window at this world, and in following our
stories, there are so many others that are only visible from their edges. It’s
a rich, varied world, and one which Tidhar makes convincing. I must admit to a particular fondness for the
fusion of the high-tech spire of the Station with the vibrant and diverse,
neighbourhood around it, that neighbourhood itself a fusion of the old and the
new, of sacred traditions and sparkling novelty. Tidhar’s effort to create a
cohesive universe here is a triumph, ending in a city which is recognisably
human, and carries layers of strangeness
and wonder around that core of
familiarity. It’s a world that has been thoroughly well-realised.
The characters – well, they’re a motley crew. An oracle
carrying an AI. A child who speaks to a friend who may or may not be there. A
robot who performs bris. A broken
mechanoid soldier in a situation of forbidden love. And a swathe of others.
What Tidhard does well is to juxtapose their oddities (and some of them are
very odd) with their commonalities, both with each other and the reader. There’s
a psychic vampire, of sorts, who struggles to connect to people around her. A
returnee from Mars, with a pulsing bi0-augmentation, who has returned to care
for his sick father. The narrative celebrates the diversity of its cast, but is
never afraid to ground them in, if not common humanity, then common
understanding. There’s a lot of great character work here, which is fuelled in
part by many of the sections being fairly introspective – we live in an
individual as they go about their day to day life, and if that life is strange
and wonderful to us, well, it carries the prosaic undertones of our own
routines. Each of the characters heading up a section of the book has their own
story to tell, and it’s to the author’s credit that I’d like to have followed
them all longer, have learned more about them, and been lost in the grandeur
and tiny details of their lives. The
characters are, simply put, really well done.
The plot – well, it’s a lot of small plots really.
Pacing-wise, each section has its own self-contained arc. Some of those arcs
are slower than others – but in many ways this is a reflective text, and that
slower pace fits in here, as characters contemplate themselves, each other, and
their place in the universe. Most of these feel like character studies, but the
conflicts and events within them are well drawn, with a tight, emotionally
complex narrative in each. The overarching plot thread could get a little lost
some times, but that may have been my fault for getting lost in the minutiae of
the individual tales. In any event, the whole is a well done piece of
inventive, high concept sci-fi.
Is it worth reading? I’d say yes – if you’re looking for a
srandout, absorbing, well realised sci-fi world, with characters who feel like
they’re about to stroll off the page and take you for a cup of arak. The book has a lot of great ideas,
and isn’t shy of showing them off. There’s not that much in the way of
stereotypical action, but there is enough conflict, tension, revelation and
humanity to keep you turning pages late into the night.
nice one
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