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This competently written pseudo-historical fantasy novel is a textbook example of essentially everything that’s wrong with book publishing under late capitalism. I’m going to thoroughly spoil the novel here and also likely make it appear that Bacigalupi is my primary target, but he’s not: it’s the industry, the structure, not the individual. The story is set in an alternate-world version of the Italian Renaissance. Davico di Regulai is the only son and heir to a great and powerful banking house. The first three-quarters of the text centers around Davico’s being simply too nice and decent a person for the role that has been chosen for him by his patrimony. He’s kind, sensitive, naïve and open in a culture that values viciousness, indifference, cynicism and duplicity. He rather wishes he could become a physician and help people: he’s quite aware that he’s a bad fit for what he’s supposed to be. This is in no way a terrible setup for a good story. Either Davico is going to find a way for someone else to replace him so he can go pick mushrooms and heal people, or he’s going to grow into the role, lose just as much of his naïveté as he needs to in order to thrive, and take the banking house one step closer to domination. Or he’s going to grow into the role of patriarch/CEO but do it in a kinder, gentler fashion. But none of this happens; in fact, by the end of this 200k-word novel, we only get to the first couple of scenes of Act Two of how this sort of story typically works. I found myself nearly finished, thinking “well, this is all going to need to get wrapped up in a hurry, here”, and then it… doesn’t, really.

The initial chapters foreground a magical artifact in this otherwise non-magical world. Davico’s father has acquired at tremendous expense the eye of a long-dead dragon and has placed it on his desk as a symbol of his power and wealth. Davico comes to view the eye differently: he can sense the dragon’s dormant power and consciousness and is constantly fascinated by the glowing orb. The text does not explain why Davico in particular senses power through the eye, when neither his father nor any of the minions, allies, and rivals who sit across the desk from his father look at it as anything more than a trophy. We’re to infer, I suppose, that his sensitivity is the reason for why the eye reacts differently to him, but like many things in this story, we don’t get a clear explanation. Were I feeling charitable, I’d argue that Davico’s general head-in-the-clouds demeanor prevents him from looking too closely into the matter, and this is reflected in the text. The eye does enter into the final act of the story, or rather, what would be the final act were it a complete story.

Yet, aside from the eye, this world is mundane. Herein lies the true problem with Navola: it is much too close to our own world and yet too different to be literature worth the name. When I first picked up the book, I flipped to the first pages of actual text and so missed that there was a map before the first chapter. As I worked my way through the first third of the text, I kept thinking “this is a pastiche of our own world”. I was willing to accept pseudo-Italian city-states separated by rough terrain, on the premise that this was going to be an estrangement of the Italian Renaissance, and the developments in the book were going to defamiliarize me just enough with our own world to give insight into… any number of aspects of the time and place, such as how and why art flourished so much or how modern banking arose, etc. Compare Navola to, e.g., Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle, which hews closely to our own world save for a few characters and does real work in not only telling a banger of a story but also providing a great deal of food for thought about how attitudes toward science and economics shifted during the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries.

Bacigalupi’s story takes so very long to get going, and is so filled with endless, loving detail about how this society functions, that an experienced reader of SF or fantasy is going to expect a similar payoff, only maybe with a dragon. But “the Italian Renaissance was real cutthroat” doesn’t justify a buildup this long. Why was it cutthroat? What was it about the city-states’ relative freedom from domination by larger imperia or kingdoms that produced such an environment? How did the flourishing of arts and culture dovetail with politics and economics? None of these questions is answered or meaningfully addressed by the text.

It was at this point that the kingdom of “Cheroux” to the northwest is introduced, and some part of my eyeroll made tangible led me to finding the map in the front material. Oh, look: it’s the Mediterranean, only some catastrophic event, distant enough in the past to be mostly legendary, has erased Greece, Turkey and the Balkans and left empty sea in their place. The city-states look more or less like Italy; Cheroux is in the place of France. Navola is simultaneously too close to and too uninvolved with our own world to function as a work of literature. The first three-quarters of the text is constantly filled with pseudo-Italian words for things. I’m proficient enough in Italian to be able to read a book or hold a conversation in the language, and nearly everything was just the regular Italian word but with one or two letters different: this was both very distracting and, like most of the rest of Navola, fundamentally very lazy writing, though in fact the sentences are lovingly constructed and very smoothly edited.

There are two effective ways to write a fantasy novel that estranges the Italian Renaissance and makes us rethink what we understand about the time and place. One of them is to do what Stephenson did with northwestern Europe during the Baroque period: carefully research everything, get the times, dates and personalities right, then insert fictional characters through whose points of view the action takes place, all as a means of showing us what it was like for the dominant paradigm to shift from ancien regime to something approaching the Enlightenment. There are ample sources on the events and personalities of the Italian Renaissance and the long history of French meddling in the affairs of northern Italy for Bacigalupi to have done this. The other way to write such a novel would be to give us some completely different world, mundane or magical, that reproduces the conditions of existence of the Italian Renaissance: geography gives rise to city-states whose main source of income and power is trade and banking rather than production, and while their internal rivalries usually dominate, they can unite to fend off larger powers. They might even have dragons. Consider, for example, the Song of Ice and Fire series, which Martin has stated has its roots in the real-world Wars of the Roses, but is its own, internally-consistent world (with dragons) that can be read as its own world without reference to its estrangement of English politics of the era, but which becomes that much better if you’ve read too many of Shakespeare’s history plays.

Yet, Navola does neither of these; rather, it’s a (very) thinly disguised version of our world without the depth, and it’s one that doesn’t give us any meaningful insight as to what the Italian Renaissance was really like. The real Renaissance gives us all kinds of vivid, three-dimensional people about whom quite a bit is known, but in Bacigalupi’s text the only person we get to know is Davico, who in fairness is a carefully drawn and internally consistent character. His father is a caricature; he has friends who each have one trait; the family’s household is generic but perhaps for the spymaster. The actual de’ Medicis were much more interesting. The text makes constant reference to the Navolese being “twisty” people, always concealing their true plans, but the novel doesn’t go anywhere with this: there’s no reflection on what it means to be twisty other than that Davico can’t pull it off, and the text isn’t twisty in form nor content, either.

For example, one way in which this world does differ significantly from ours is that it’s a fundamentally pagan society. There’s a monotheistic church, but it’s more first-among-equals than truly dominant: there’s also a whole pantheon of gods that have magisteria and mythology that is both detailed within the text and referenced by the characters. And to Bacigalupi’s credit, this is all done quite well. It just doesn’t go anywhere. The real Italian Renaissance was dominated from top to bottom by Catholicism: look at the intrigues of the Borgias to make one of their own the pope. Look at the art. If a fantasy novel that is a work of literature is going to change this and make its analogue of Italy polytheistic, that needs to tell us something about the role of monotheism in the events and paradigm of the time and place. But it doesn’t: it’s just lore and worldbuilding. It’s actually interesting and plausible, but irrelevant to any estrangement value the novel might have. The same goes for the giant gaping hole where Greece, Turkey and the Balkans used to be, which is not detailed with the same care as the polytheism. Remove those lands from the world, and then the novel can estrange how much of the Italian Renaissance had to do with refugees from recently conquered Constantinople fleeing to Italy. Guy Gavriel Kay’s Children of Earth and Sky series actually does this, though it too suffers from being both too close and not close enough to our world. But in Navola, the Italian traders and bankers just do business with the lands on the periphery of the sea.

There’s also a long subplot in the novel where Davico grows up with a “sister”, Celia, who is in fact the daughter of a family his father has removed from the power structure. It’s never clear quite why his father brings her into the family: is she a hostage, or the natural child of the father? Throughout the first three-quarters of the book, we consistently see that Celia is far better at twisty intrigue than Davico is. It’s easy to think “oh, they’re going to get married, and Davico can be the genial patriarch while Celia is the power behind the throne with a knife up her sleeve”, or else have the two of them think this and then we find that they’re actually half-siblings.

But none of this happens at all: the novel plays with our expectations, but very poorly. At the three-quarter point, Davico’s father’s adversaries pull off a surprise plot, and nearly every character we’ve met gets killed, including the father. Celia pulls a Villainous Heel Turn out of nowhere and blinds Davico, then completely disappears from the book. The adversaries put Davico in the oubliette, from which he gradually plots a way to get close enough to the dragon eye and use it to see through to effect his escape. The novel then ends rather abruptly with his riding off into the woods to plot his revenge. And it becomes clear that Navola is not a story at all, but rather the first installment in a cash-cow million-word series.

This is what I mean when I say that this novel represents everything that’s wrong with modern publishing. Somewhere out there, an unpublished writer has meticulously researched the Italian Renaissance and written a wonderful stand-alone historical fantasy about it: Lorenzo de’ Medici, Action Hero. Somewhere else, a different unpublished writer has written a wonderful fantasy novel with city-states and bankers and so forth, set in its own world that doesn’t look like Italy. I want to read both these books. Yet they won’t be published, because their authors have no track record and those two novels are both outside the bounds of easily-categorizable marketing copy. Rather, the publishing industry, concerned only with shareholder value, has let Bacigalupi publish a long prologue, and then marketed it with “by the Hugo and Nebula award winner.” I’ve read The Windup Girl, and while it evidently gets some details about Thai culture wrong, it’s a remarkable text that deserved the awards. I’ve taught it to undergrads three times now, and it’s a real, complex estrangement of colonialism, climate change and a host of other things. So, when I needed a beach book a couple of weeks ago, I thought “this will be good”, and it’s… not. It’s not bad, per se, but it’s basically the notes for an undergrad’s D&D campaign. I want to be clear here that I don’t blame Bacigalupi. It’s difficult to write award-winning literature, and were I such a writer, I’d absolutely jump at the chance to write something much easier and know I’d make a lot of money from it because of my past writings. I blame the industry that only answers to the profit motive and puts sales over quality.

Ian Campbell is the editor of SFRA Review.

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Adrian Tchaikovsky is an award-winning science fiction and fantasy writer whose series The Tyrant Philosophers and recent novels Service Model and Alien Clay are among the 2025 Hugo Award finalists. Alien Clay is a dystopian vision of future Earth. This is a work of science fiction that falls within the subgenre of exploration. Dr. Arton Daghdev lives in a country that is ruled by a totalitarian regime called the Mandate. Tchaikovsky traverses not only through alien space and biology, but he also pushes the boundaries of the human capacity to let go of individual freedom for the prosperity of the group or humanity as a whole. Admittedly, this novel was written in the aftermath of the COVID-19 pandemic, and it is difficult to avoid making that connection while reading it since the narrator is a scientist. Nevertheless, the reader embarks on this strange journey across time and space guided by Daghdev, an ecologist who researches exoplanets and alien life forms (albeit theoretically). However, Daghdev finds it difficult to conform to the Mandate’s one-minded political agenda. Therefore, he is forced to become an underground rebel who is, ultimately, convicted of high treason, imprisoned, and shipped to a penal colony located on planet Kiln, which is located fifty light years away from Earth. The beginning of the novel tugs at the readers’ political strings, challenging them to think about how far they would go to defend their beliefs. Furthermore, Tchaikovsky entertains the notion that suppressing academic freedom will undoubtedly lead to an Orwellian future.

As all admirable authors of science fiction do, Tchaikovsky introduces not one but two nova in order to lure the reader into the interestingly crafted Kilnish world. The first novum is the process of dehydrating the body in order to create body husks that are preserved for the remainder of the journey. Once the ship reaches its destination, the husks are re-hydrated and dropped in pods to the planet’s surface. This first novum is very much reminiscent of the old science fiction novels in which the technology is not exhaustively explained, and the workings and details are left to the reader’s imagination. The second novum is planet Kiln. Tchaikovsky uses his imagination, skills, and abundance of biological knowledge to describe an alien world that builds, destroys, and rebuilds itself. The Kilnish microorganisms and macroorganisms are by far the most amusing part of the novel. The world building is done in a satisfying way and is better developed than the characters. Even though the focus of the writing in the novel is on the object, as it should be in science fiction, Tchaikovsky does not leave his characters flat, and the readers are able to empathize with Daghdev and his companions as they endure the perils on Kiln. The readers do not have a problem with sympathizing with Daghdev during his plight; still, the last chapters of the novel oscillate between sympathy and empathy. At certain points, it is simply impossible for the reader to feel what the main character is feeling and emotionally going through.

Tchaikovsky writes the novel in such a way that every part of the journey, every day of life on Kiln is a game of Russian roulette, and the prisoners are, regrettably, less fortunate if they win. For the most part, the story unfolds in chronological order, while the last third of the novel is different since it presents current events in the camp with frequent flashbacks of the last seven days the group spends in the Kilnish wild. The flashbacks also show the Kilnish ecosystem in more detail, how life works on the planet, and how and why it slowly assimilates human biology into its own. Evolution on Kiln does not follow the Darwinian pattern, but this is not uncharted territory for Tchaikovsky since he already experimented with the merging of alien and human biology in Cage of Souls and simian and alien biology in Children of Time. This hybridization introduces an unachievable utopian thought because it is not in human nature to willingly submit to complete altruism. In the end, all of humanity may be assimilated by the Kilnish civilization. Daghdev’s utter elation is juxtaposed with the reader’s sheer horror of such a possible outcome and the unparalleled devastation that could happen to people on Earth. Tchaikovsky leaves it as a possibility; although, it seems that there is little to doubt when it comes to Daghdev’s determination to free humanity and give it the ultimate gift any scientist can bestow upon his people—the gift of infinite knowledge.

Tchaikovsky addresses some of the topics that he has written about in his previous works: rationality, volition, freedom, and individualism. He also addresses the posthuman in the biological sense, which differs from the traditional writings of posthuman technology. In this novel, readers can see an example of complete altruism and what it means to willingly let go of all individuality and any sense of personal freedom for the greater good. He challenges readers to let go of their anthropocentric arrogance and envision a world in which becoming a part of the Kilnish civilization means embracing collective life, thinking, and purpose. When it comes to literary theory, Alien Clay is also presentist even though it happens in the future. One cannot read it without thinking about various “mandates” that exist in today’s world, political hypocrisies, and all the freedoms that democratic societies promise but somehow fail to truly deliver. Toward the end, the reader circles back to establish answers to the elementary musings of science fiction (and philosophy) concerning what it means to be human and free. Finally, it is worth mentioning that the most appealing part of this novel is that Tchaikovsky adhered to the basic rule of this genre and took the “what if” and, just for a moment, let it become a “why not.”

Zorica Lola Jelic, Ph.D. is Assistant Professor at the faculty of Contemporary Arts in Belgrade, Serbia. She teaches English as a Foreign Language, Business English, Shakespeare, and English Drama. She earned her degrees in Shakespeare studies but also loves to write about presentism as a hermeneutical approach and science fiction. She has published scholarly papers, coursebooks, and enjoys attending professional conferences.

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In this second book of the “Hinder Stars” sub-series, C.J. Cherryh and Jane S. Fancher pick up the story as the merchanter super-ship Finity’s End (with guests from Galway aboard) arrives at Pell, the star system home to Downbelow Station and a key location of future history told later in the timeline of the Company Wars. Readers wishing to skip directly to this novel find a thorough recapitulation of Alliance Rising early in the novel (62-77).

The Neiharts of Finity’s End embody merchanter royalty of unimpeachable lineage, descended from the pre-FTL crew of a famed sub-light “pusher” ship. They arrive to accustomed luxury at Downbelow Station, including shopping, extensive gardens, and even the “Downers,” a sapient humanoid species acting as part of the station’s workforce. Their guests from Galway experience the sights as “rustic cousins in the big city.” Their home station, Alpha, seems rustic by comparison. Ross Monahan, escapee of the Earth Company thugs who pirated Galway at the end of Alliance Rising, faces sensory disorientation as holograms, part of the theme-park atmosphere at the “sleepover” (hotel) where the spacers reside on station, cause issues of concern for the navigator.

One part vacation spree and one part investigation leads to fun but also an abridged stay as trade goods come to light that strongly suggest a trade route not among the known paths trade takes here in space far from Earth (Sol system). Finity’s End hands off its cargo duties to other ships and heads for the unknown, bringing to bear classic tropes of earlier Cherryh novels, such as the dangers and stresses of space travel found in Pride of Chanur. They collect an ally in the shape of another merchanter, and counting Galway crew onboard Finity’s End this constitutes a deliberative body for the new Alliance, a union of merchant ships devoted to the idea that ships trading among the various stars inhabited by humanity be crewed by merchanter families, not Earth Company employees or Azi (cloned humans) from Cyteen.

Dangerous FTL travel leads the Neiharts and their Galway guests to an abandoned station in risky space at a binary star system. But Olympus Station, no longer abandoned, hosts no fewer than four ships: two mystery merchanters (the remaining holdouts who haven’t signed with the Alliance), a pusher ship that took a decade or more to get to this station (which isn’t the first to have done so), and a mystery FTL vessel of unusual design, evidently hauled here at sub-light speed by the pusher ship, a vessel ominously named not after a famous Earth explorer as with previous pusher ships, but after the Wellington that beat Napoleon. And here Cherryh and Fancher drop a shoe familiar to longtime Cherryh readers: the family names of the two merchanters. Bellagio rings no bells for this reader, but Mallory certainly does.

Signy Mallory, the captain of the Earth Company carrier Norway, leads a storied existence in the years to come. As one of Cherryh’s standout characters, along with Morgaine, Emory, and Pyanfar Chanur, the simple mention of the name “Mallory” in this historical context raises hairs on the back of the knowing reader’s neck.

The crisis of the novel brings together the senior captains of Finity’s End, Ross Monahan, who is cosmically sensitive to the moods of stars and how they impact FTL travel, and his lady love, Jen Neihart. The mystery merchanters don’t sign on with the Alliance: to them, any connection with Cyteen is too much connection. Then, the captain of the pusher vessel attempts a coup de main independent of the otherwise non-violent “big meeting” that closes the novel. The mystery FTL ship undocks and Ross Monahan’s quasi-supernatural ability to hear the stars speak reveals much about that experimental ship’s fate. The novel closes as the Alliance ships head back to familiar ports with the extraordinary news of their discovery, and the Earth Company’s continued and expected treachery, in hand.

The obvious theme of “colonialism is bad” carries on in Alliance Unbound. The significantly named Rights of Man from the previous novel is invoked in the “big meeting” that closes this novel. Joined by the resonant phrase “Mother of Mankind,” meaning Earth, the ongoing demands of the Imperial Center toward the colonies remain clear. Between the “rights” Earth, or Sol holds dear, and the implied parental role illustrated by “Mother of Mankind,” no outcome appears possible other than war. This makes sense, as the history of that war, written and published decades ago, stands canonically in previous publications such as Downbelow Station. In Cherryh and Fancher’s “Hinder Stars” background, ownership posited as consequential to the origin of the colonies vies with theories of self-determination consequential to those who own the means of production.

That these works represent Space Opera seems obvious. Yet, Cherryh and Fancher’s evocation represents a pleasantly intellectual take on the genre. In exploring Downbelow Station’s gardens, which include actual trees, the authors convey the essential difference of humans adapted to life as merchanters, hauling essential cargos using FTL “jump” technology. Even more than humans adapted to life in space stations, these adaptations make Ross Monahan reflect how “He didn’t belong to this place, didn’t want to belong. It was beautiful… but as far from his experience as the void of space” (110). To this character these natural, organic elements alienate as much as fascinate. In this “history of the pre-war period” novel, weapons seem rare and on a human scale. When one ship wishes to damage another, it uses a tool meant for another purpose. Those hoping for a ripping space battle leave disappointed. Readers who enjoy bathing in well-reasoned science fiction rejoice.

Alliance Unbound reads better than the award-winning book that comes before it, but as a series novel (and not a standalone work, as many are in the larger Company Wars context) readers may find it difficult to see its qualities standing on its own. Characters do more interesting things in more interesting environments. Ross Monahan takes on qualities of damaged but interesting Cherryh characters from prior books such as Rimrunner’s Ramey, Sandor Kreja of Merchanter’s Luck, or Heavy Time’s Dekker, and his ability to hear the stars echoes the almost witchy abilities of Capella from Tripoint. As a text in a literature class, the connections relevant to Alliance Rising apply here: colonialism writ in the stars and a hint of the social stresses on human relationships among spacers who experience time-dilation as part of their ordinary working lives. If the human relationships in Alliance Rising were tamer than in other Company Wars novels, then in Alliance Unbound they are tamer still, if only because fewer pages carry such interactions.

“To our patient readers…you know why.” This dedication follows the previous novel’s dedication to editor and publisher Betsy Wollheim. It makes sense, then, that this second novel contains helpful inclusions such as a map and a list of stellar coordinates and lists of distances from sundry relevant stars in light years. Headed “For Our Fellow Nerds,” this material delights. In the text itself such distances rarely appear in the text: “It’s a long jump,” or “It’s a short jump” might, and the essential distance in light years between Earth and Alpha station represents a key plot point. Do readers need this information? No. The narrative provides all a reader needs. But this peek behind the curtain entertains nevertheless. Cherryh, and now Fancher, show us how it’s done. Immersive science fiction, with every speculative detail honed and clear and sharp, gifts readers with maybes, what ifs, and who-da-thunk-its, all done so realistically that after a few days’ immersion one looks around and carries the story in one’s own mind, guesses where it might go, or ponders elements not narrated. May we see ever more.

Edward Carmien, Ph.D. teaches writing and literature at Mercer County Community College in New Jersey. He started his academic journey as a member of the Popular Culture Association, but soon found a truer home in the SFRA. A lapsed poet, short story writer, game designer, and novelist, his first publications were game-related working as a freelancer for TSR, Inc. After appearing in the fiction anthology EARTH, AIR, FIRE, WATER he earned membership in the SFWA. He has won awards for his fiction and non-fiction, edited a volume of essays about writer C.J. Cherryh, and lives with his family near Princeton, New Jersey.

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C.J. Cherryh, recipient of the Hugo, Nebula, Prometheus, Locus, and others, joins her spouse and longtime partner Jane S. Fancher, winner of the Prometheus Award, in a return to the Alliance-Union universe. In this set of dozens of novels, short story collections, music, and a tabletop wargame, Cherryh and Fancher recount a history over vast ranges of time and space. Humanity’s extra-planetary colonization and inevitable loss of control of these colonies makes up a significant focus of the series. Sequences of the narrative lacking a focus upon humans are common in these texts, which act as a variant of Larry Niven’s “known space” but include far greater detail and stylistic and content variety. Part of the Alliance-Union universe presents stories related to the Company War. These novels range from Devil in the Belt (in which Earth system asteroid belt miners are recruited into new Earth Company warships) and the much-awarded Downbelow Station to 1997’s Finity’s End. 2019’s Alliance Rising and 2024’s Alliance Unbound, dubbed the “Hinder Stars” sub-series, serve as prequels to the Company Wars.

Cherryh and Fancher’s world, always complex, focuses on socio-economic stresses in a system undergoing radical change. Centuries of commerce and exploration under control of the Earth Company using sub-light ships (an extensive history of ship comings and goings exists online) alter in mere years as Faster than Light (FTL) ships, invented far from Earth, increase the tempo of change. Earth, already isolated from colonies it no longer really controls (and some it never controlled), will in decades begin constructing a fleet of FTL warships… but those are other stories. Three factions vie for control over Alpha Station, Earth’s second extra-solar station: loyalists of the Earth Company (one inescapably thinks of the East India Company), a powerful faction of FTL merchanters, and local Alpha Station merchanters and administrators who understand the local economic environment and who are Earth Company only in theory.

The Earth Company officials want their expensive FTL ship The Rights of Man, a ship name redolent with symbolism as the thing does not work, to continue receiving maximal resources and be retained under the control of the Company. The merchanters seek signatories to a new treaty as they form an Alliance. Cherryh’s readers know what’s coming in the chronologically later Downbelow Station. Alpha Station merchants and executives seek a way forward in challenging economic times; at their “Hinder Star,” they stand to be bypassed like Radiator Springs or any of the dozens of real towns left high and dry by the Interstate system in the United States. The complexities of the three-way struggle play out in adminstrivia, in dockside brawls and assignations, and in the creation of a self-perpetuating merchanter culture, one which will in future forestall any challenge to their “families run ships, not governments” credo. In typical Cherryh, and now Cherryh and Fancher fashion, complexity heats until the pot bubbles over, all with the promise of future crises to resolve in later texts.

Is this Space Opera? Calling this and other books in the common background Space Opera does them some disservice. Here, spaceships do not make noise in space; if their engines quit, they do not coast slowly to a stop, and delta-V really means something. This is not Star Wars. Yet we are concerned at least in some part with the princes and chieftains, kings and queens, appointed administrators and ship captains, the elite of the societies enmeshed together here, a signal of the Space Opera genre. Cherryh appears in Hartwell and Cramer’s 2006 The Space Opera Renaissance and arguably strides across much of the definitional space it creates with her 80-odd book publications (17-18). That she often eschews the rippin’ space battle—her Merchanter’s Luck takes place at a time when the turncoat Signy Mallory takes on the remnants of the Earth Company fleet gone piratical and abandoned by Earth, but the battle on display is psychological and takes place inside the main character’s head—is well known, and Alliance Rising follows in those footsteps. There is drama aplenty, but at the human level, in the romance and bureaucratic infighting and let’s-make-a-deal venues, not in the maneuver and missile venues. Characters sweat their big decisions in bed, at their desks, or gathered together in a bar, not in glowing, high-tech nests of screens or Jefferies Tubes.

Liz Bourke ably reviewed this text in 2019 for Locus, noting some issues with diversity, that the book seemed rooted in an 80’s sensibility, with limited variety of perspective (“Liz Bourke Reviews Alliance Rising by C.J. Cherryh & Jane S. Fancher”). Certainly, the novel is less interpersonally adventurous than other work by Cherryh. Devil in the Belt stands as a clear inspiration to the Expanse books and series, with its polyamorous spacer humans (though as one might expect, given the publication date, without contemporary poly terminology) and matrilineal merchanter clans. The people of Alliance Rising form tamer relations, though the “sailors in port” aspect of the FTL ship crews is in full flow. Accidental or purposeful? The cultural markers of later books also come later in the in-universe chronology, making it possible for Cherryh and Fancher to gauge social evolution at a more traditional stage in the history they recount here.

The text could serve in a college-level literature course, particularly an advanced level course able to undertake the more advanced themes of colonialism, the rights of those who do the work vs. the rights of capital, and the matters William H. Stoddard raises in his appreciation of Alliance Rising, which won the 2020 Prometheus Award for best novel. “The rights of man, in a nonfigurative sense, are what this novel is about,” he observes (“Liberty, evolving self-government and the Rights of Man”). Whether undergraduates can be tempted by a work so focused on the internal remains to be seen. The dedication suggests why this novel exists at all: Cherryh and Fancher celebrate Betsy Wollheim, still at the helm of storied DAW Books (which, in days of yore, was a publisher of distinctive, yellow-spined paperbacks), reflecting a fifty-year plus friendship and professional association. May their work continue ever after.

Edward Carmien, Ph.D. teaches writing and literature at Mercer County Community College in New Jersey. He started his academic journey as a member of the Popular Culture Association, but soon found a truer home in the SFRA. A lapsed poet, short story writer, game designer, and novelist, his first publications were game-related working as a freelancer for TSR, Inc. After appearing in the fiction anthology EARTH, AIR, FIRE, WATER he earned membership in the SFWA. He has won awards for his fiction and non-fiction, edited a volume of essays about writer C.J. Cherryh, and lives with his family near Princeton, New Jersey.

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The big blue stature of The Blaft Book of Anti-Caste SF (2024), lined up on any shelf, cannot go unnoticed. The moment you pick it up, Priyanka Paul’s beautifully illustrated Mecha Ambedkar—set against a background of circuit networks—greets you, carrying the iconographies of the Indian anti-caste movement on its back, moving toward Begumpura, the utopian casteless city envisioned by Saint Ravidas. In the next few seconds, as you flip through the pages for a quick glance, you’re likely to stop and look—either because of the comics strewn in between, the unexpected mix of established and emerging writers, or simply because the story titles are so compelling. If not the playful ‘Meen Matters’, then the solemn and arresting ‘In the Extreme Silence of Agrahara’ is bound to intrigue you.

The 428-page anthology, edited by R.T. Samuel, Rakesh Khanna, and Rashmi Ruth Devadasan, and published by Blaft Publications, is a riot. It stares back at you. It jolts you. It urges you to read it. The unabashed attention the book’s visual aesthetics demand is matched by a form and content that refuse to be “structured” or “formal” in any traditional sense. Disrupting the standard idea of an anthology, this collection seeks to expand beyond the textual, including works that interrupt any illusion of narrative unity—graphic stories, a speculative magazine, and stories that refuse closure. The visual and the textual intersect through audacious ideas, opening up a new form of anti-caste thought and resistance. This form does not rely on a retrospective historicization of Dalit movements, nor is it a speculative veneer imposed artificially upon them.

The violence of caste is crucial in understanding the radical potential of the anthology. The caste system, a form of systemic violence and social stratification, has long afflicted South Asian societies, such as India. These social stratifications, historically codified in ancient texts like the Manusmriti or The Laws of Manu, have been used as methods of marginalizing and humiliating various Indigenous and caste communities under the umbrella term ‘Dalits’ or the Broken—a term used by Jyotirao Phule, a historical anti-caste writer and activist from Maharashtra, India. The term has historically been contested. Kanshi Ram, for instance, referred to such communities as ‘Bahujans’, the Marathi word for majority (Chandra 148).

Akin to experiences of African American communities in the United States, both caste in India and race in the US have been prevalent sites of comparative scholarship, building an ‘afro-dalit’ scholarship (Prashad), present in interactions of anti-race activists like W.E.B. DuBois and anti-caste activists like B.R. Ambedkar. These experiences have been vocalized and politicized often in fiction and autobiography. The civil rights and anti-racism group Black Panthers from the U.S., in fact, was a key inspiration in the formation of Dalit Panthers, an anti-caste organization founded by JV Pawar and Namdeo Dhasal, in the 1970s (Satyanarayana and Tharu 61). Writings from or about such communities have relied on an ‘authentic’ aesthetic, as Sharankumar Limbale, another prominent Dalit writer and activist, suggests. Many of these works have utilized realism or the autobiography as a mode. For those interested, a powerful and prominent example is Joothan (1997) by Om Prakash Valmiki as well as the anthology of Marathi Dalit voices, Poisoned Bread (1992) edited by Arjun Dangle. The Blaft Book continues vocalizing such experiences of caste and of pitting oneself against the system of caste. The anthology moves away from an apparent ‘authentic’ and ‘realistic’ mode to an exploratory one, like speculation or science fiction—similar to the practices of Afrofuturism (continuing political solidarities across cultural movements) and the works of Samuel R. Delany, Octavia Butler and Nnedi Okorafor that reconfigured Black histories and futures. Recent scholarship on other marginalized futurisms such as Chattopadhyay’s “Manifesto” suggests a rising pattern of works and movements that vocalize marginalized experiences while reorienting the SF form: a new form of possibilities and ‘playfulness’ emerges where SF and its tropes too become suspect (17). The anthology’s publication adds another dimension to the scholarship on Futurism. It tackles the problem of introducing these historical and political experiences into the speculative mode and vice versa, bringing forth a collection that is expansive in frame.

As an experimental and pioneering anthology, the mix of writers is particularly interesting, with about thirty-two writers across boundaries of space, time, and languages. The inclusion of writers like Bama, Gogu Shyamala, Gouri, and P.A. Uthaman gestures toward an already extant speculative imaginary within works of Dalit and anti-caste writers, though they are rarely read as SF writers in India, which (popularly) remains shaped by a Hollywood-inflected Sci-Fi temperament. Through this anthology, Blaft reorients how we read these writers, even as it expands the contours of the genre itself. Speculative fiction here becomes porous, leaking across literary categories, voices, languages, and temporalities. The very form of the anthology resists any settled or stable identity. Jumping across writers—past, present, and emerging—the book traces the evolving possibilities of writing anti-caste thought into the speculative, the fantastical, and the futuristic.

This porosity is not just temporal but spatial. The collection moves across terrains: from Dalit subjectivities in the rural settings of Bama’s “Korali” or Gogu Shyamala’s “The Phantom Ladder” to the urban nightmares and dystopias of Gouri’s “The Demon That Sits On Your Chest” or Yukti Narang’s “Kitchen Glob”; from the spectral silence of an afterlife Agrahara by Aswathy K. Raj to the nightmarish vision in Snehashish Das’ “Death of a Giant in a Godless Country” or Gautam Vegda’s short story series from ‘Supernova’ to “Vultures on Mars”; from the digital and outer spaces of comics like Yeswanth Mocharla’s “Looly Cooly”—featuring a delivery-boy with “monster-anger”—to Bakarmax’s (alias Sumit Kumar) “Spacewali,” about a “kaamwali” in India’s space lab and to Kunal Lokhande’s provocative take on a gaming channel turned religious sect in ‘Sanatan Gaming’. Even when it comes to stringing together an SF adventure, the anthology does not disappoint; the Birthday Gurlz in “Meen Matters” by Rashmi Ruth Devadasan remain memorable in a post-apocalyptic zombie-filled Chennai.

In all these stories, caste is constantly altered and ridiculed to expose its structures. These distinct spaces do not function as sites of just cognitive estrangement, as they might in traditional SF. Rather, they are loud, grounded anti-caste assertions that echo beyond the present—to ridicule, mourn, rage against it. It is bleak, yes, but it is also powerful: a declaration that caste does not dissolve even in outer space, or in death, or in data. Instead, its haunting continues.

The peculiar thing about caste in today’s digital India is this: to envision a caste-free space, one must first speak of caste. Yet, to speak of it is often seen as propagandist, anti-meritocratic, or non-factual—unless, of course, it comes in the form of a popular casteist slur, an endogamous matrimonial startup, or an innocuous display of caste pride masked as ancestral heritage. Over the past decade, caste has steadily permeated the digital space—through both subtle gestures and overtly violent threats. In parallel, affirmative caste conversations and movements have continued reclaiming these spaces, resisting the overwhelming presence of digital Brahmanism with counter-assertions, memorialization, and imaginative world-building. Artist-activists have become ever more present—and ever more vulnerable—but they persist, intervening nevertheless.

The rise of Dalit and Bahujan creators within these popular digital and speculative spaces points toward new futures for the anti-caste movement. It is into these popular terrains that The Blaft Book of Anti-Caste SF enters—not merely as a literary or political intervention, but as a disruptive method of imagining caste itself. At one of the book’s launches, Rahee Punyashloka, one of the authors, used the term, “audacity” when talking about the anthology. Later that evening, of all the things I remembered when reading the recently bought anthology, the term “audacity” stuck around. To play “audaciously” in these spaces is not just stylistic—it is tactical. This anthology is not just an intervention into the publishing sphere of Indian science fiction; it is a conceptual reorientation of how caste is written, imagined, and published. It shifts from the realist or life-writing modes traditionally associated with Dalit literature, toward a poetics of speculation, friction, and rupture. Here, the anthology hits its mark most forcefully.

The comics embedded within the prose narratives do not simply supplement the written word—they interrupt it. They disrupt the expectations of the reader, and in doing so, make visible an imaginary of anti-caste possibilities that refuses to conform. The fictional magazine insert—“Margin Mag” by Sudarshan Devadoss and MK Abhilash—and Punyashloka’s piece further challenge the anthology’s unity, by functioning as a meta-text that speaks both within and beyond the volume. “Margin Mag” imagines a future in which Dalit history is publicly commemorated with hopeful anti-caste/anti-discrimination WhatsApp updates and ads for anti-bias devices like “FairEar”, while Punyashloka in “The R.V Society for Promotion of Underground Sci-Fi Writings” talks about encountering the anthology’s call for stories and journals the intimate, messy process of writing anti-caste speculative fiction itself. These disruptions are not digressions; they are structurally integral to the work’s method of expression.

Blaft Publications is one of the few independent publishers in India committed to bringing regional pulp and popular fiction into the literary mainstream. In the past, titles like The Blaft Anthology of Tamil Pulp Fiction and Ghosts, Monsters and Demons of India have foregrounded the mythic, the folkloric, and the marginal in English translation—reclaiming stories that have long existed outside elite literary circles. Their latest anthology of anti-caste speculative fiction, a community project clearly put together with care, extends this legacy with quiet precision. The anthology does not seek to offer narrative closure or stable resolutions. It resists unity, embraces disorder, and insists on the porousness of genre, of time, and of caste itself. Its stories speak from and across differences of borders, languages, and spaces—from the ghostly rural, to the fragmented urban, to digital futures, and imagined post-caste presents often encountering, embracing or enduring science and technology. It opens up not only what caste has been but what caste could mean in speculative registers—how it might linger, mutate, or be abolished in these worlds we have not yet built. The promise remains, though only partly fulfilled. Blaft’s new anthology is a groundbreaking chapter in South Asian SF and anti-caste literature; the full potential of the endeavor awaits to be realized, hopefully further opening up dialogues between anti-caste thought and speculative fiction across contexts and borders.

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Paromita Sarkar (she/her) is a writer and a researcher based at Jawaharlal Nehru University in India. She explores the intersections of speculative fiction, anti-caste thought, and media in India. Her areas of interest include Science Fiction, Marginality Studies, Futurism, Cinema Studies, and Popular Culture. She has presented her research on Afrofuturism, marginality, science fiction, and popular culture, at national and international conferences