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448 pages, Hardcover
First published February 23, 2017
鈥淚 am not curious. I want to leave. This thing I do is not beautiful. It is filth.鈥�Set in the near future (2043-2066) in Nigeria, it shows us a world not much different from the one of our present, with the rough hard edges and unpleasantness and criminality and money worship and poverty and intolerances and prejudices - but with one very important difference: the aliens, of the space kind. Back in 2012, a giant alien lifeform, colloquially known as 鈥淲ormwood鈥� landed in London and is now moving through Earth鈥檚 crust, not even the first of its kind, and strange things have happened, and America has 鈥済one dark鈥�, and in Nigeria a giant alien biodome has eventually popped up in 2055, occasionally radiating apparently healing rays (also capable of raising zombified dead at times and cause grotesque transformations in some), and an entire city has sprouted around the dome - the eponymous Rosewater (named so sarcastically, because the open sewage in its early days smelled anything but).
The story is unfolding in three separate timelines, told in blunt, non-nonsense voice of Kaaro, a former thief and now a press-ganged agent of a secret arm of the government secret police because of his valuable and rare gift:![]()
鈥淲e have more experience than any Western country in dealing with first contact. What do you think we experienced when your people carved up Africa at the Berlin Conference? You arrived with a different intelligence, a different civilisation, and you raped us. But we鈥檙e still here.鈥�
鈥淭his is my job. My real job. I read minds for the government.鈥�Kaaro and few other like him can connect to the xenosphere - a psychic link to what appears to be the world鈥檚 stored consciousness, and this gift is a direct consequence of the aliens and their 鈥渟oft鈥� invasion. Somehow certain people - the 鈥渟ensitives鈥� - can form links with the alien fungus-like organisms (鈥渪别苍辞蹿辞谤尘蝉鈥�) that make up the xenosphere. And apparently the sensitives are dying - or maybe being killed off. Bad news for Kaaro.
鈥淲hat we call the xenosphere is larger than we think. What we use is the tiny periphery that connects us and the people in our immediate environment. You鈥檝e heard of how photosynthesis involves quantum physics? This lattice of xenoforms connects throughout Earth鈥檚 atmosphere, but not just at the present time. It is in the past and the future, and in alternate versions of our planet. It is an easy place to get lost in.鈥�
I have to say - I loved Kaaro and his narration. Cynical and blunt, no-nonsense, no-frills voice coming from a person who is clearly not a hero, but not an archetypical antihero either. Kaaro has no illusions about the world; he鈥檚 middle-aged and has been around the metaphorical block a few times. He鈥檚 focused on pragmatical and practical survival and egoism over idealism, and suffers from apathy from which he gets shaken up despite his wishes. He does his best to remain as detached as possible, with self-interest, self-preservation and personal gain being the driving force behind many of his decisions and actions. He is lonely, although often by choice, and bitter and probably could use a few therapy sessions. He can be crass and at times a bit sexist and rude and indifferent - but also at other times compassionate and brave and, although he鈥檇 deny it - pragmatically idealistic (although not for long). He鈥檚 a bit of a diamond in the rough - quite a bit of rough. Yeah, he鈥檚 kind of an asshole - but a compelling one.![]()
As his dossier states:
鈥淲hen suitably motivated, Kaaro can be a valuable asset. That said, he is sexist, materialistic, greedy, insolent and amoral. When he was young, he stole regularly even though his parents were not struggling financially. He is not violent and does not tolerate the threat of violence well. To recruit him we used a combination of these factors, offering his freelance rate of pay as well as exposing him to extreme violence done to others.鈥�
鈥淭his is a psychofield, a thoughtspace, essentially unstable. While most people conceptualise thinking as this straightforward linear thing, I see ideas spreading out into alternatives before one is selected. In this place every notion can potentially become reality.鈥�
鈥淭he idea of a singular hero and a manifest destiny just makes us all lazy. There is no destiny. There is choice, there is action, and any other narrative perpetuates a myth that someone else out there will fix our problems with a magic sword and a blessing from the gods.鈥�