This is an essay on the audiobook version of Pierce Browns ‘Red Rising’.
Red Rising is set in the distant future when mankind has colonized the solar system. Darrow, our protagonist, is a slave miner on Mars. He is told that his work, and that of all the miners, is to set the foundation for future habitation by terra-forming the surface of Mars. He has no idea he, his wife and family are slaves. The surface of Mars and that of many other planets and asteroids have already been colonized. He believes they are doing important work for the future of Earth and it’s people. Darrow and his fellow miners are called Reds. They form the lowest common denominator in society. At the top of the social triangle are the Golds. The golds are the elite. They are beautiful, intelligent and powerful. The Golds have been genetically modified for perfection. We gradually learn of the other colors that complete the social triangle: Pinks are bred for sensual entertainment, Grey’s are warriors, Blue’s are scientists, etc. Darrow’s wife, Eo, who learns of the lie being told to the Reds, the lie that is making her people slaves to the Golds, is executed for singing an illegal song during a state sponsored punishment event. Darrow’s grief is exploited by a rebel group and he submits to be surgically and genetically altered as a means to infiltrate an elite school for the Golds. Thus Pierce Brown sets the social stage for conflict in Red Rising.
Hierarchy of colors
There are many different ways in which we judge good from great in our cultural preferences. Even the complications that arise from distinguishing acceptable and bad can’t easily be differentiated. Especially when one is reduced to using a system relegated by stars or numerical values. My own tastes have a wide variety of sub-categories when identifying the best books I’ve read. There is the high literature that shaped my youth thus making it personal in my adoration: from Celine’s Journey to the End of the Night to Rimbaud’s poetry and the counter culture genius of William Burroughs. Nothing can quite touch those books that formed the consciousness I now live in. Then comes the literature that isn’t as personnel but nevertheless peerless in its craft and cultural impact: Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment and Nabikov’s Lolita even Knut Hamsun’s Growth of the Soil. However, at this point in life what I look for is not a read or listen that will shake my critical socks, so to speak, but something I can enjoy, something that can transport me out of my middle age existential malaise, something that will make me smile and maybe raise the hairs on the back of my neck. Mostly, it is fantasy or science fiction that I reach for. The Dark Tower and The First Law being the pinnacle and not because King and Abercrombie are the most skilled writers or that either book is without flaws but they strike a vibration that seems to harmonize with my sensibilities. That’s how most of us form our opinions. Certain types of stories move us due to characterization, pacing, mood, language and most importantly narrative identity. It’s completely subjective. Regardless of my meager opinion or where exactly I would place Red Rising on my list of favorites, this is a stellar book that works on so many different levels: from the excellent narration to the allegory of class struggle to the wholly entertaining narrative of a young hero sacrificing his future for the betterment of his family, his people and the memory of his lost love.
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