157 pages
Published 1967
Read from September 20 to September 23
Rating: 2.5 out of 5
My partner R and I went to a lovely book barn the other day, one with a better than usual selection of old pulp paperbacks. I’m not in a position to buy much these days, but I had to snag this one.
Terrans is a collection of five of Brackett’s Mars stories, published between 1948 and 1964. The last of Brackett’s Martian books I read, The People of the Talisman, was way back in 2016; at the time, I found it fairly middling. I’ve become much more interested in classic Sword & Planet stories since then, though, so now’s a good time to try again.
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“The Beast-Jewel of Mars” (1948). Grieving the presumed death of his girlfriend, Burk Winters has had it with the soulless greed of 1998. Paying exorbitantly for the privilege, he undergoes the Martian rite of Shanga, which, by means of mysterious rays, regresses him into a “primitive ape-man,” whom the Martian crowds promptly jeer and scourge through the streets. This story could’ve been a critique of colonial capitalism, but alas, we get the standard “We’re a young race and we’ve made mistakes, but we’re out here civilizing the solar system” line of bullshit instead. I’m not keen on Brackett’s of-the-time talk of “evolutionary levels,” nor her hero’s even more of-the-time casually domineering violence against a woman. A solid pulp story, but it hasn’t aged well. C+
“Mars Minus Bisha” (1948). In the distant future of 2016, Fraser is a doctor stationed in a Quonset research hut outside a dusty Martian village. He suddenly becomes a single dad when a Martian mother drops off her cursed child. Could’ve been cute, but because this was published in the ’40s, Fraser strikes young Bisha and calls her a little idiot. Plus, it all stinks of white saviorism. Still, the story explores an emotional dimension rare in sci-fi of this era. C?
“The Last Days of Shandakor” (1952). The most fascinating aspect of Brackett’s Mars is the way she takes the Schiaparellian trope of Mars as an ancient, dying world, and extends it to a logical sci-fi conclusion: Mars as a de facto “Dying Earth” setting, with the addition of cocky, fresh-faced off-worlders arriving by rocketship to experience it. Our narrator is a planetary anthropologist who happens to meet the scion of an unknown-to-Earthly-science type of Martian, the last survivor of a place called Shandakor. All the other Martians act like the survivor isn’t there. Hoping to make his name by mapping out more of the ancient tangle of Martian history, he pressures the stranger to take him to Shandakor. The answer to the mystery is disappointingly mundane after all that setup, and there’s a romance subplot that’s needlessly icky in the most midcentury way, but overall, it’s an entertaining story. C
“Purple Priestess of the Mad Moon” (1964). With a title like that, I wanted to like this more. But once again, it’s a lot of setup with minimal payoff. It’s another case of bureaucratic “civilization” not knowing how to process the Dying Earth strangeness of Martian life, this time a vast subterranean mystery that must be propitiated by human sacrifice. I would’ve liked to read more about the cave and its uncanny presence, but we barely get anything before the main character must decide which path to take. C-?
“The Road to Sinharat” (1962). Carey is a former tomb-robber turned bureaucrat. More in tune with Mars than most Earthmen, he’s been sabotaging a colonialist project meant to improve living standards on the Red Planet by destroying and uprooting its culture, all while Martian resentment builds against the newcomers and their New Culture. The powers of progress refuse to respect indigenous lifeways, so Carey must go on a quest to ancient Sinharat to find academic proof that natives know what they’re talking about. The story shows its age, but it scratches an “Indiana Jones on Mars” itch I didn’t know I had. B-
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I went into this collection expecting more Sword & Planet after the Eric John Stark pattern. Clearly, this book went for a different vibe altogether, one not necessarily critiquing but certainly in conversation with contemporary independence movements and the construction of extractive, World Bank-style capitalism out of imperial colonialism. Like with all such “aliens stand in for colonized peoples” narratives, you can’t escape the conclusion that the author is being just as patronizing as the busybody colonists.
Still, making Mars a “Dying Earth” setting, and having clueless tourists and scientists and bureaucrats drop into the middle of everything, is an inspired twist on the formula.
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