
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: science fiction
Pages: 288
Published by St. Martin's Press on February 25, 2025
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A new standalone sci-fi novel from Edward Ashton, author of Mickey7 (the inspiration for the major motion picture Mickey 17).
Dalton Greaves is a hero. He’s one of humankind’s first representatives to Unity, a pan-species confederation working to bring all sentient life into a single benevolent brotherhood.
That’s what they told him, anyway. The only actual members of Unity that he’s ever met are Boreau, a giant snail who seems more interested in plunder than spreading love and harmony, and Boreau’s human sidekick, Neera, who Dalton strongly suspects roped him into this gig so that she wouldn’t become the next one of Boreau’s crew to get eaten by locals while prospecting.
Funny thing, though—turns out there actually is a benevolent confederation out there, working for the good of all life. They call themselves the Assembly, and they really don’t like Unity. More to the point, they really, really don’t like Unity’s new human minions.
When an encounter between Boreau’s scout ship and an Assembly cruiser over a newly discovered world ends badly for both parties, Dalton finds himself marooned, caught between a stickman, one of the Assembly’s nightmarish shock troops, the planet’s natives, who aren’t winning any congeniality prizes themselves, and Neera, who might actually be the most dangerous of the three. To survive, he’ll need to navigate palace intrigue, alien morality, and a proposal that he literally cannot refuse, all while making sure Neera doesn’t come to the conclusion that he’s worth more to her dead than alive.
Part first contact story, part dark comedy, and part bizarre love triangle, The Fourth Consort asks an important how far would you go to survive? And more importantly, how many drinks would you need to go there?
My Review:
I have to admit that when I started this book I had absolutely no idea where it was going – because it wasn’t like any of the author’s previous books, Mickey7, Antimatter Blues or Mal Goes to War. I started this one, tried to figure out where it was going, set it aside, came back, started over and then suddenly – I kind of got it.
Or at least I got the ways that it actually was sorta/kinda like the author’s previous work – particularly Mickey7 and Antimatter Blues. What those two and this book have in common are a similar sideways view of a scene that has been oft repeated in SF and generally follows a whole trilogy’s worth of standard tropes.
For Mickey7 and Antimatter Blues it was a VERY sideways and twisted take on so-called ‘golden worlds’, very-long-haul colony ships and establishing human colonies.
In The Fourth Consort it’s about the interplay of mercantile space empires with first contact and it manages to go some places that no one has gone before – as well as some places that usually go a whole lot better than Deacon Graves’ experience with the minarchs and the stickmen.
What sets this story apart is that it is told far, far, far from any position of human superiority. Deacon Greaves seems to be utterly clueless about his and humanity’s place in the grand scheme of the universe even after three years aboard the Unity ship the Good Tidings.
But then, the system seems to be designed to pretty much keep him as a blank slate for as long as he manages to last. Cannon fodder doesn’t need to be all that well-informed, after all. Too much information might lead to critical thinking – and the powers that be, meaning the top-of-the-mercantile-empire-food-chain ammies who run the Unity, can’t have that.
But the ammies have left Deacon and his senior human partner, Neera, stranded on the minarchs’ home planet in a face off with the stickmen who represent the ammies’ mercantile enemy, the Assembly. The two factions are in a contest to get the native civilization, the insectoid minarchs, on their side and into their alliance.
The three factions, the stickmen, the minarchs, and Deacon, understand each other’s words but not each other’s cultures and contexts. They have biases and assumptions and prejudices. They might have common ground but they might not be able to find it.
Meanwhile, the native minarchs are in the midst of what could be a civil war, a coup, or just their normal if violent method of changing governments.
But both the stickmen and the minarchs have made one really big mistake about the humans. The minarchs and the stickmen are both insectoid species. They understand each other’s chitin as armor, and see each other’s mandibles and claws as weapons.
They both see humans as clear and obvious prey. An assumption that will bite both species, perhaps not with mandibles, but still, in the ass.
Escape Rating A- : There’s a high probability that this will remind a lot of readers of the famous, classic, beautiful, marvelous Star Trek Next Gen episode Darmok. And honestly, any writer who manages to get even in the neighborhood of the feels that episode struck is doing a good thing.
The Fourth Consort may even remind readers a bit of The Mountain in the Sea by Ray Nayler – which is a bit more apropos than I thought at first because of the ammies who are, indeed, ammonites.
But the real comparison is that all three stories, Darmok, The Mountain in the Sea and The Fourth Consort are all stories about the difficulties of communication between species that do not share frames of reference, and just how easily communication can get far off-track because of what each party believes they know about the others that turns out to be oh-so-wrong.
Ironically, the ammies are relying on those miscommunications when it comes to their human employees/clients/patsies. It’s pretty clear by the end of the story that the ammies have a very low opinion of humans but then it seems like they have a similar low opinion of all the other races they come across.
But I could be making an incorrect assumption as well.
What makes this story finally work – and what makes it so hard to get stuck into in the first place – is that the three parties, the humans, the stickmen and the minarchs, have mistaken or conflated word by word translation for interpretation. They need to understand the cultural basis of each other’s communication and simply don’t. Every interaction is fraught and goes awry even when the participants walk away not knowing that it did.
What makes the situation even more difficult is that it seems like everyone who has ever told Deacon anything about the situation in which he currently finds himself – everyone who is supposedly on his side that is – has deliberately misled him. He’s certainly capable of lying but he seems to be a fairly straight shooter. But the unreliability – to say the least – of all of his sources of information makes him appear to be a liar to both the stickmen and the minarchs when the truth is that he simply doesn’t have enough real info to work with.
Which means that a good bit of the story leaves the reader wondering when or if Deacon is going to wise up, at all or ever. That he does in the end leads to an unexpected – especially to Deacon – ending that is as surprising as it is satisfying.