Book 12 - Brian Aldiss "Hothouse"
Feb. 19th, 2014 08:55 am
Brian Aldiss "Hothouse" (Penguin)
What a luxury to read a book where a child dies horribly in the first couple of pages, where the earth’s temperature has risen to the point where almost all mammals are extinct and small groups of humans cling to a precarious existence, where women lead those human groups and the men are protected and pampered because reproduction depends on their survival, and where none of these things is weighed down by real-life concerns about child protection, anthropogenic global warming or hegemonic patriarchy.
I think the main thrust of the reader’s interest is the world that Aldiss has created here, rather than the character’s story within it, which seems more a vehicle to explore the jungle, its inhabitants, and the history of the remains of humanity rather than to tell their story which is essentially one of flight and fear. The principal character, Gren, is allowed a little personal growth (sorry, I couldn’t resist), but considering all he’s gone through, is basically unchanged by the end. When the elders of his tribe ‘go up’ to heaven – that is, hitch a ride in airtight urns on the legs of mile-long space-travelling spider-plants, he leaves his childhood friends when his desire to lead the group is challenged, and from then on gains and loses travelling companions as he battles with the dense, dangerous undergrowth, one of which is a parasitic intelligent fungus that takes over his brain.
Hothouse was first published in 1962 when gender politics and ecological anxieties were dots on the horizon for most people, and it was possible to approach in a spirit of joyful play subjects that are now matters for earnest, urgent and often acrimonious discussion.
This book hearkens back to a time when sci-fi writers were willing to take many more risks, when they were as willing to put the same effort fantasy writers do into world building.