The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet

I have seen this book accused of being a story in which nothing really happens, but that is decidedly missing the point on this book. This story is about the ensemble, the misfit crew and the journey rather than the destination. It explores some interesting ideas of prejudice and humans place in the universe. Most sci-fi starts with the assumption that humans would be the dominant species in the galaxy. Wayfarers takes an interesting view where humans have petitioned to join a pre-existing galactic council and are very much a minority interest. In this story we have caused environmental collapse on Earth and divided into a rich faction able to live on a terraformed mars and the rest who escaped in colony ships and fled into the galaxy before petitioning the galactic council for aid. Whilst our main protagonist is human, and the majority of the crew of the ship are human, the galaxy decidedly isn't. And whilst the majority of the crew is human, key members are not - namely the dr/chef, the pilot and the navigator. The relationship between the crew forms the beating heart of this book. There is some prejudice, some interesting questions on the morality of various potential scientific advances, interspecies love and a general exploration of different cultures. The world building that gives these distinct cultures is phenomenal - each species feels different, and feels non-human.

Superficially the plot is about the journey to the Galactic center to build a new wormhole for future travel with a new and very alien race. The actual plot of the book is more about the crew interactions and the people and place the crew meet on the way

Diversity, accessibility, inclusivity—giggity! I can't squee enough about this book. It's been a while since a story grabbed me like this, holding on and pulling my focus from other things; all I wanted to do was get back to it and keep reading. And this is the author's first novel? Wow.

The crew of the Wayfarer reminded me a bit of the crew in Farscape: kind of a ragtag bunch who end up as family; it's fun getting to know them individually and as a group. The storytelling is straightforward and compelling. The writing is descriptive enough that I felt like I was reading a film; in fact, I began early on casting actors in the various roles, which isn't something I often do. But I never got mired in the prose.

It was beautiful to read about different species of beings, different cultures, physical attributes, gender identities. I've never seen an author use “xe” and “xyr” before, so that was pretty great. The whole thing just oozes personality and charm and—most of all—love. I would love to see this world and especially these characters come to life on the big screen, and I can't wait to read the next book in the series.

I quit a third of the way in when they didn't even start their way to the small, angry planet. Yes. They are doing shopping at a market planet and a third of the book is already gone. If that tells you anything about the speed here then I'm happy I could help.

Here we have a space ship where a bunch of different creatures (though mostly humans) live together and do abso-fucking-lutely nothing interesting whatsoever. They get a new clerk and that's cool. I suppose?
So why did I hate this book so much?

This story is Tumblr and The Double Standards, The Novel. I doubt anyone has ever created something so kitchy and overly sweet while also being such a piece of shit deep down. This book manages to hit you in the head with the most forced positive sensitive snowflake shit while also being so incredibly two-faced it made me retch. I can explain it all through examples.

- This crew is a big family. They love everyone, they take in everyone, from feathered lizard creatures to humans with physical issues to one of the last members of a dying race that looks like (and I quote) ‘pudding with legs'. How quaint. They also have a single white man on the ship they hate and every single time he shows up everyone gets visibly disgusted by him. Is he nice? Nah. Would I be nice if my OWN CAPTAIN had self-professed issues with getting used to the sight of white people? Fuck no.
- Humans are constantly said to be the lowest of low idiotic pieces of inconsequential shit. Cool. They can do their shit in the galaxy but like... YUCK humans. At the same time Rosemary, the clerk has to think about her privilege because her family is rich. She literally thinks she is ashamed of having privileged ancestors because she had never eaten a certain type of “commoner” food.
- The feather-lizard types are constantly having orgies left and right while also don't give a shit about their offspring, which is considered to be a beautiful, colourful, diverse culture that everyone has to accept and love, Rosemary even repeatedly scolds HERSELF for not being automatically super into it, but humans are treated like total idiots for being monogamous or even just not wanting their long time sexual partners to die a violent death.
- It's horrible to call a space-feather-lizard a lizard even though it is a very mild insult, but repeatedly stealing others' personal hygiene tools they have paid for with their own money because they wanted to take care of their own specific needs is UWU cutesy quirky.
- Doing your job high out of your fucking mind while the life of people depends on you is cool, but not wanting to partake in said drug use makes you an asshole.

Honestly, I absolutely can't stand the fact that this book lacks any form of self-aware thinking when it comes to its own biases that are hiding behind this bullshit Care Bear glitter world. Anything human is automatically hated, anything alien, even when it's not at all nice or kind is magical and lovely. But hey, tolerance, UWU.
The issue of this is not helped by the god awful dialogue, absolutely brought to the highest level of the character Kizzy, who is this hyperactive, annoying ass mechanic. She sounds like a 12-year-old girl on Tumblr.

I have no idea where this book ends up, but if I have to suffer through one more page of Rosemary self-censoring her own thoughts that weren't even bad, just kind of surprised or confused because every fucking alien species of psychos is magically superior and wonderful just because Becky Chambers wanted us to feel like living a life that is considered normal by real world society is bad I am going to scream.
This thing is preachy, treats its reader like an idiot and does things just because being quirky without reasons is so in this season. Also, social constructs. I have heard that's a good buzzword, not like the stupid habits of aliens aren't as much of social constructs as actually not letting your fucking kids die is, but hey. Humanz R doodooheads, lulz.

I do not recommend this to anyone.

halvány lila milkám sincs, milyen alapon hasonlítják ezt a könyvet a fireflyhoz, de kb. annyi alapja van, mintha minden maffiafilmet a keresztapához, vagy minden romantikus filmet a love storyhoz, vagy minden akciófilmet a die hardhoz, vagy minden katasztrófafilmet a pokoli toronyhoz, vagy minden sitcomot a jóbarátokhoz, vagy minden krimit a francia kapcsolathoz hasonlítanánk.
ez az egyik. a másik meg az a főleg aspergeresekre jellemző vonás, hogy nekiállnak beszélni a különleges érdeklődési területükről és olyan hosszasan teszik ezt, mint a fönti példák sorolása (sőt...). valahogy minden túl sok. nekiáll leírni valamit vagy egy szereplő elkezd beszélni valamiről és csak mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, már rég nem érdekel senkit ennyire részletesen az egész - amit a diszkrét és kevésbé diszkrét jelzések ellenére sem vesz észre -, és még mindig csak mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja, mondja... ( remélem, elég érzékletesen írtam le, bár így könnyű átugrani a hosszadalmakat, szóban meggyőzőbben hangozhatott, amikor mr. gatwoodnak panaszoltam el a bánatomat ezzel kapcsolatban).

amúgy nem annyira rossz ez a könyv, érdekes volt, nagyon jól kidolgozott világgal és érdekes karakterekkel, az sem zavart, hogy lényegében eseménytelenül telik az idő, jó egyfajta hétköznapiasságot végigkövetni a sok öldöklős young adult regény után. ugyanakkor hiába a szereplők jól felépített múltja, a jelenben borzasztóan egysíkúak, semmi jellemfejlődés, béna párbeszédek... hát szóval unalmasak. az meg egyenesen kiborító, hogy amikor valaki kérdez a másiktól a múltjáról, akkor az mindig ádámévától kezdi a mesélést, mert nyilván csak kilométeres monológokkal lehet megbeszélni ezeket a dolgokat.
szóval látszik, hogy rengeteg melót fektetett az írónő a regénybe, de ez a végeláthatatlan szófosás tönkretesz mindent. ráadásul még így sem sikerült megszerettetni a karaktereket, bármiféle kötődés nélkül meg azért elég nehéz keresztülrágnia magát az embernek négyszáz oldalon. az pedig a hab a tortán, hogy ennek a négyszáz oldalnak az utolsó tizenöt százalékába zsúfolt bele minden akciót és drámát, ami kitelt tőle.

összességében nem azt mondom, hogy szar az angry planet, de meglehetősen rosszul megírt, az biztos. elképzelésem sincs, mitől élteti mindenki, de lehet, hogy én vagyok túl hülye vagy szűklátókörű hozzá.

most, hogy aludtam rá egyet, eszembe jutott még pár gondolat (amit már nyilván senki le se fog tojni, de azért még idefosom). szóval az egyik, hogy semmi hangulata nincs a regénynek, nincs, ami magával ragadja az embert. a másik meg, a szófosásra visszatérve, hogy mindent görcsösen túlmagyaráz, mintha attól tartana, belekötnek, ha bármit is kihagy. ebből kifolyólag pedig egyszerűen az égadta világon semmit sem hagy az olvasó fantáziájára, minden szájba van rágva, de még az is, hogy adott eseményekről mi legyen a véleményünk. hát hogy mondjam, elég zavaró.