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608 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 20, 2020
“We’re here and they trust us.” Mal chuckled. “It’s a million-to-one long shot, and these two desperate lesbians can save the world. Perfect action movie material.”
“When you told people they were the inheritors of the world, none of them imagined sharing.”
“From a young age I’ve been fascinated by the idea of deep time, the millions of years of life that passed before ever a human eye opened to examine the world. I’ve been fascinated, too, by all the many ‘What if?’ scenarios inherent in that span of time. I’ve been inspired by books like Stephen J. Gould’s Wonderful Life and Dougal Dixon’s After Man, looking at the process of evolution and asking ‘Did it have to go this way?’—Adrian Tchaikovsky on The Doors of Eden
The Doors of Eden takes the evolutionary world-building I used for Children of Time and Children of Ruin and applies it to all the ‘What ifs’ of the past. It’s a book that feeds on a lot of my personal obsessions (not just spiders*). The universe-building is perhaps the broadest in scope of anything I’ve ever written. At the same time, The Doors of Eden is a book set in the here and now, and even though there’s more than one ‘here and now’ in the book, I spent most of a summer trekking around researching locations like a film producer to try and get things as right as possible. Sometimes, when you plan a journey into the very strange, it works best if you start somewhere familiar.
Writing the book turned into a very personal journey, for me. It’s the culmination of a lot of ideas that have been brewing away at the back of my mind, and a lot of obsessions that have had hold of me for decades. I have quite the trip in store for readers, I hope.”
“How many times can you watch the world end, after all, even if it’s not your world?”It’s only natural - and very conceitedly tempting - to think of humanity as if not the pinnacle of evolution then at least the inevitable and logical result of its natural progression. From the unicellular organisms deciding that strength is in numbers to the ill-fated trilobites of the Cambrian explosion, to Devonian Age of Fishes, to the devastation of the Great Dying of the Permian extinction, to the ill-fated dinosaurs side-eyeing that mercilessly approaching asteroid, to mammalian dominance until finally, elbowing out of the way our less fortunate Neanderthal cousins we, humans, emerge onto the global scene as the ultimate lottery winners.
“The Earth tried to kill us in our cradle, but the timelines you have seen survived it, or at least bequeathed a relic of themselves to the future.
[…]
The lesson here is that the Earth doesn’t care; that bad things happen; that it could so easily have been us.”
“What if—bear with me—a civilization of gigantic immortal spacefaring trilobites didn’t evolve? I know, it seems hardly credible, but imagine, if you will.”
“I mean, this is affecting the whole universe. There isn’t exactly a safe place to watch from.”
“In this world, long ago, something awoke.”
“When you told people they were the inheritors of the world, none of them imagined sharing.”
“You are gullible. Surrounded by people you don’t know, with your leaders even less knowable, and you are gullible. Someone says a thing to you strongly enough, you believe them. You take confidence for truth.”
“Everywhere, a garden of life arises—the very first Eden. But it doesn’t support life like ours, or even our ancestors’. This is life of another caste entirely. A world of quilt-bodied things that lie supine upon the sea floor, or inch slowly across the bacterial mats without limbs or muscles, feeding upon them without mouths. They are a global community of organisms alien to us, and they live without tooth or claw, without eyes, without organs.
Our world was like this once. Go back six hundred million years and you wouldn’t know the difference. But this is not our world.
In this world, something awoke.”
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In my wildest moments, I did not, never ever contemplate Tchaikovsky could write a book as shitty as this.
I don't know if it's some weird proud thing for some scifi writers to write a book that only serious science people can maybe appreciate but this whole "book" belonged in a science publication.
Dude wasn't even trying to make an engaging plot and God forbid he took time out to write characters that would even try to be engaging.
2 lesbian saving the world? Please. Do authors just put in non heterosexual characters to meet some sort of quota?
Like hey, look at me I've got lesbians here and wait for it 🥁🥁 a trans woman too.
The Holy grails of inclusion in literature.
Then I'm going to throw in some bigot character just for the hell of it because why not. Does it really do anything for the plot? Nah. But doesn't your blood just boil when bigots do/say/ act (in) disgustingly bigot ways?
Other characters? 🤔....Yes, I'm going to add in this special agent, Julian, that's going to be crippled with guilt every time he hangs out with his female colleague because he maybe likes her 🤷🏾♀️ & I'm going to introduce his wife as this silent character that keeps giving him disapproving looks (she also writes erotic fiction), because why the hell not.
👽 characters...interlude interlude interlude even more interlude.
Really should have clued in on the trajectory this book was aiming for, when the endorsement on it was from a science publication.
Just because you wrote a bunch of science jargon, doesn't mean this is a good science fiction novel.
Also it just hit me that it really must be nice to be an established popular author cos how did they even manage to market this book as a good one? Must be nice.
All in all, not opposed to anyone binning this book.
All the characters had the emotional range of a dead fish conveniently explained away by them being British. Because, you know Brits have that stiff upper lip thing stereotype going for them.
You're better off reading a science journal instead if you're really into evolution.
Miss me with this book.