2017 alternate-history novella. In the 1850s, President Buchanan
approved a plan to import hippopotamoi into the US as livestock –
they'd eat the invasive plants and produce plenty of meat. Forty years
later, the hippo is both ranched animal and mount… but feral hippos
infest the lower Mississippi, until someone comes up with a plan to
clear them out.
This is very much a book of two parts. On the one side is the
setting, inspired by Congressman Robert F. Broussard's historical plan
(in 1910) to bring in hippos for just that purpose. (They'd eat the
water hyacinth that had been introduced for the New Orleans World's
Fair in 1884, and had of course got loose.) A film treatment of the
real events, "American Hippopotamus" based on an article from
2013, has been
in development since at least 2014. Clearly the animals would either
have died out or, more probably, spread into new niches, and hippos
are profoundly deadly even in their native habitat. So in this setting
we have a dam across the lower Mississippi, and "ferals" infesting the
space below that and "The Gate", a miles-long grating that separates
river from sea. Great stuff!
(Er, how does having a dam above the delta make the delta wetter?
And where are Baton Rouge and New Orleans in all this? Both of which
were settled by Europeans well before the point of divergence.)
But we also get a cast of dull and dreary characters coming into this
place to do a job (apparently one single set of explosions will be
enough to stampede all the feral hippos out through The Gate and into
the Gulf of Mexico). The leader is getting a crew together, so we have
to be introduced to each of the crew individually one chapter at a
time, but in spite of all that they never seem to develop much
personality: this one is gay and the leader and bent on revenge, that
one is nonbinary and the explosives expert and was enjoying a
comfortable retirement, this other one is female and fat (though it
doesn't affect her in any way) and a pickpocket. None of them appears
to be anything other than strictly European in ancestry; nor is anyone
else we meet.
As far as I'm concerned, by all means change your history so that
nobody objects to non-binary-hetero sexuality in 1890; the idea of the
gunfightin' Wild West is basically a fantasy to start with, so arguing
against other stuff on the grounds of historicity is just silly,
especially considering the hippos. But did you have to wipe out all
the locals when you did it? Yeah, this came after the fuss about
Wrede's Frontier Magic series, which removed the Native Americans
and put in monsters to make a frontier fantasy; this has rather less
justification for it.
Of course there's a Villain who not only has all the power and money
but seems to know what the protagonists are doing even before they've
done it. (I won't say "good guys", because they really aren't.) Apart
from one or two action sequences, the hippos are basically transport
and set dressing for a story of betrayal and revenge in which most of
the people die, starting almost as soon as the "team" has been got
together for the One Big Job. (Also, two injured people can drag one
out of the water.)
All right, it's a step up from Gemma Files' A Book of Tongues
because hippos are more interesting than magic that does whatever the
plot needs it to, but it definitely feels as though it's in the same
general territory – that the author felt that having characters who
were gay/etc. was enough to make them interesting so there was no need
to make them sympathetic or complex too. Maybe for some readers that
is enough.
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