I loved this book, and I’m really happy that the book club gave me the push I needed to finally get it out of my to-be-read pile. I’ve been wanting to read it for a while—ever since I listened to a John Scalzi interview on Mur Lafferty’s podcast. I thought he was interesting and funny, and I hoped that his book would be too. I really love being right.
I liked Scalzi’s conversational style, John Perry seemed very authentic to me from the start and I liked the character’s sense of humor. He took the time to give his characters real weight—which I love—which makes me care about each person. Even Original Jane, who dies before the beginning of the book, has a presence.
I actually laughed out loud at so many moments but I think the best one has to be when Perry meets my favorite character: Master Sergeant Antonio Ruiz.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, you dumb shits. I know you’re enjoying my performance at the moment. How delightful! I’m just like all those drill instructors you’ve seen in the movies! Aren’t I just the fucking quaint one!”
“. . . You’re under the impression that after a few weeks of training, my gruff but fair façade will begin to slip and I will show some inkling of being impressed with the lot of you, and that at the end of your training, you’ll have earned my grudging respect. You’re under the impression I’ll think fondly of you while you’re off making the universe safe for humanity, secure in the knowledge I’ve made you better fighting men and women. Your impression, ladies and gentlemen, is completely and irrevocably fucked.”
Oh God, I laughed so hard I cried. I’m laughing right now.
I don’t have the math to critique Scalzi’s science but it felt plausible, and I liked how he explored the practical, military, and social ramifications of the technology humans might have access to in the future. I’ve seen sci fi authors use concepts like consciousness transfer, BrainPals, and genetically engineered bodies before, but with John Perry I felt like I was experiencing those things first-hand. I could imagine myself being in a squadron with Perry and struggling to cope with a new reality, like he did.
One of Perry’s major issues (which I found particularly fascinating) was his fear of becoming a soulless killing machine after the attack on the inch-high Covandu. I’ve actually met people who have been in the military who’ve talked a little about having to carry that burden—and I have to say that I’m not confident of my ability to be able to come out on the other side of that. The idea that I’d have to go out to exterminate other races is horrifying. But the thing that I found even more disturbing is the idea that Perry’s self-disgust is something that every CDF soldier goes through and then gets over, like your conscience gives one final kick before it dies for good like a dead squirrel on the side of a highway.
I liked this book so much that I went out and read Ghost Brigades, The Last Colony (which were both great), and I’m starting in on Zoe’s Tale. I’m now officially a fan of Scalzi’s and I can’t wait to see what he puts out next.