In Ben Jeapes's first novel, His Majesty's Starship, the post-modern nations of Earth competed to become the overlords of an alien race desperate for someone to give it orders. I held my breath unable to believe that anyone could posit such imperialist clap-trap in this day and age, and was deeply relieved when Jeapes undercut the game of Diplomacy with a lesson on the idiocy of biological determinancy, the extent to which expectation conditions response, and the degrees to which we all believe what we are told about our abilities in the face of all evidence to the contrary. At the end of the first novel Jeapes took his First Breed into a new Commonwealth with the people of Earth, as equal partners if a little hesitant about exerting their equality.
In this new novel Jeapes plays similar games. The new XTs are predators, just piscine enough that we won't make the mistake of seeing them as cuddly, and they have invaded the new bi-species space station set to spy on them, wiping out almost everyone one board. They are also known to have wiped out the neighbouring planet. They are, therefore, cowardly and dishonourable killers and Earth should wipe them out before they can find us.
His Majesty's Starship and The Xenocide Mission are both sold as Young Adult novels (although they are as adult as anything Feintuch, Weber or Asimov ever wrote) so the relative unsubtlety of the moral unpacking is perhaps justified. It makes sense that the most vociferous advocate of genocide should come from the Confederation that nuked a city out of spite. As Captain Gilmore pointed out in the first novel, one projects onto others what one believes one would do oneself. It makes sense also that the initial "invasion" should turn out to have been a planned occupation of an empty rock, and that much of what guides the reactions of the UK Navy is in part about politics between and among the humans and the First Breed. And this is where this novel is extremely successful. His Majesty's Starship was a first contact novel, and Jeapes carefully avoided providing too much information; much of the time we were never told what was in the information pack Captain Gilmore and his crew received. In The Xenocide Mission Jeapes uses another old sf plot to expand on our XT understanding: lock some characters up together in a prison/life boat/on an alien planet, and let them get to know each other. This time it's Captain Gilmore's son, Joel, who draws the short straw, finding himself in close confinement first with the First Breed Boon Round, and then with the XT Oomoing. All three are brilliantly realised: Joel's tendency to be patronising, the late shift to Boon Round's point of view; Jeapes's refusal to allow sign language to progress beyond more than the most rudimentary, enable him to keep his characters on their toes. Perhaps the book might have been tenser had we, the reader, not been allowed to understand Oomoing, but that would have been at the expense of generating empathy for her and her people - and as Orson Scott Card pointed out in Xenocide, we aren't very good at empathising where we can't communicate.
The book is, unfortunately, timely. It neatly and unpatronisingly points to the double standards we apply in politics: we are exploring, you are invading; we are ignorant, you are stupid; we recognise authority, you are slavish and therefore suitable to be enslaved; and it goes beyond this.
By the end of the book there are new questions to be asked about the First Breed, and other new questions about the universe. As Jeapes couldn't resist a tasteful romance for Joel Gilmore I am sure we will be getting a third generation of this promising sequence.
- Reviewed by Farah Mendlesohn
Finally, a foray into realms remote in both time and space, by Ben Jeapes, another Briton. A sequel to Jeapes's well-received The Ark (2000), The Xenocide Mission does what The Sight [previous book reviewed earlier in the same column] fails to do, although it spins a comparably convoluted yarn: It succeeds in imagining an order of beings that is genuinely nonhuman. Where Clement-Davies's wolves and Carter's submarine cats are just ourselves in hair and fur, Jeapes's XCs and even his quaint, R2D2-like "Rusties" really do feel alien, unpredictable. This puts The Xenocide Mission among the better works of science fiction to explore the old chestnut, "What if humans were to encounter extraterrestrials?"
It happens like this: In the year 2153, brash young Lt Joel Gilmore, son of The Ark's heroic Capt. Michael Gilmore and a representative of the human-Rustie Commonwealth alliance, is helping to man a spy base in a far-off solar system when it is attacked by XCs, the very aliens under surveillance. A rescue is launched, but in the meantime some highly unsettling secrets are discovered.
Deftly switching between viewpoints and time frames, Jeapes tells a story of interspecies and interworld rivalries that moves at the speed of a space launch. No one has a lock on virtue or even decency, not to mention brains; in this arena, but one thing is clear: A unilateral human victory is neither guaranteed nor necessarily desirable. All kinds of assumptions are shaken up.
The Xenocide Mission has its weaknesses Joel is a bit of a stiff to be honest, and his love scenes are hilariously bad. ("They drew apart and the universe consisted entirely of Joel Gilmore and Donna McCallum, gazing with adoration into each other's eyes.") But the inventiveness and intelligence that inform the rest of the story more than save the day.