Piers Anthony's excited mind pops all over the place in this fully engorged, enjoyably messy chamber piece-cum-space opera. ok, I think that's enough sexual references for now. had to do it, if only to honor King Perv.
like with many, Piers was my gateway drug into science fiction and fantasy. I loved his imagination, his wonder, his eyebrow-raising interests (e.g. astrology, the tarot, and aliens getting it on), his goofy humor, the now-quaint "sexiness", and above all, just how fun his stories were to read. I think Macroscope was its own sort of gateway for Piers as well. all of his interests are here, front and center, topics that would later dominate the plots of his subsequent books: gender, existential journeys, finding the self and owning it, games, sexuality, astrology. He throws it all together in a way that makes clear that these are things he is absorbed by not only on the level of plot and theme, but also on a personal level, as a way to map and understand himself and the people around him. the book is a very heady experience, full of passages that will fascinate those who are in step with the author's interests but will bore senseless those who aren't. this wasn't for me when I first came across it, as a teenager. it was actually hard for me to even understand. but it is not written for kids in junior high; it is an adult book. and so I gave up on it. I'm really happy I read it now, because it gives me hope that some of his earlier works will be just as enjoyable to revisit. especially since his later works all seemed to devolve into unseemly old-man perviness and lazy humor (especially those goddamn puns). poor Piers has gone from former bestselling author to rather a joke nowadays. I'd like to think that there are a lot more books like Macroscope that I will also love (or love again).
the outstanding thing for me in this book was its engagement with race and how racism dooms the potential growth of humanity (or any conscious species). this was very unexpected! and he does it so well, starting with bits here and there, one character considering his (imaginary) past life and the slaves on his family estate, another character casually stating that astrology does not depend on race, a third character admitting her racist tendencies and her unpleasant surprise at being in love with someone who is mixed race... and then racism becomes writ large, as the exact reason why evolved species are never truly evolved if they don't shed their growth-dooming tendencies to label, diminish, and compartmentalize each other in inequitable and usually violent ways. he turned what felt at first like a minor theme into one of the major points of the book. kudos, Piers Anthony!
and race isn't the only thing about this book - written in 1969 - that remains entirely relevant to the modern reader. Piers' portrait of widespread hypocrisy, corporate interests, cynical politicians expert at greasing wheels, the military-industrial complex, fragmented societies where the rich grow richer and the countries grow wealthier but the poor stay poor or inevitably grow poorer... obviously all as true today as they were half a century ago.
I really enjoyed the whole book, but my favorite parts come at the end. this is a book with only 4 major characters, each clearly defined as very different from the other. in the last parts of Macroscope, each find themselves on separate mind-adventures. and so we have a glorious Vancean picaresque featuring an amoral protagonist (Piers does a perfect pastiche of the Jack Vance style). we have a haunting, ambiguous sequence set in an idyllic beachside community that could have been written by Le Guin at her most socio-political. we have a military space opera featuring insectoid aliens that culminates with a mind-boggling infodump that both explains everything and leaves all doors open. and finally we have a PTSD-laden nightmare sequence set in a supermarket! but only briefly. the heroine decides she doesn't want to deal with that bullshit and goes on to play the game on her own terms. the casual chauvinism of the era in which this was written is still somewhat on display in Macroscope (as well as a questionable take on masochism), but I have to give credit where it's due: the author makes his heroine strong, complicated, proactive, and when it counts, more effective at getting things done than any of the other characters. that was such a happy surprise. the whole book was a happy surprise.