1988 SF. The survey team on the planet Lassti is under pressure to
declare it free of native sentients so that the colonisers can move
in. The "sprookjes" mimic human speech, but that alone is not enough.
One of the surveyors dies in what's probably an accident. And then the
Hellspark arrives…
Hellsparks are the traders of this multi-world civilisation, but
also rather more: where most people only learn their own culture's
language (including kinesics such as facial expressions and gestures),
Hellsparks learn as many as they can find; so while the common tongue
of GalLing' includes only those sounds which everyone finds easy to
make, the Hellspark native language tries to include everything. So
Tocohl is ideally placed to mediate among this diverse team, who
should have had training in what each other would find
subconsciously offputting but someone dropped the ball…
So there's a planetary ecology puzzle which might point to a murder
mystery and/or to a first contact story. And the trickster who makes
everything right by responsibly breaking the rules (a recurrent theme
in Kagan's work). And I haven't even got to the good bit yet…
Because Tocohl's ship is run by an "extrapolative computer", Maggy,
who may be approaching sentience herself. People who know her would
say she's already there. But can she convince the same people who
might be judging the planet's own native life, and given some of the
downsides is it even worth the attempt?
All right, this is a book that contains many of my favourite SF
concepts. Characterisation of the rest of the survey team is thinner
than I'd have liked; though we get to know some of them reasonably
well it's generally as exemplars of their home culture rather than as
individuals. The philosophy of the villain(s) is simplistic. And the
names are weird and diverse, including such examples as Tinling
Alfvaen, Oloitokitok and swift-Kalat.
But if you always felt that the universal translator, in making things
easy for screenwriters, erased a whole swathe of possible stories…
well, here's one of them, and it's lovely.
It's a great shame Kagan never found enough popularity to justify more
books. There's this, the Star Trek tie-in Uhura's Song (which is
pretty good but still has to exist within the constraints of being a
Star Trek tie-in), and the short story collection Mirabile.
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