You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
Twenty-eight year old Iris is miserably unhappy with her very normal London life and her barely-tolerable on-off relationship. Disconnected from her family, getting drunk, having sex, living her life on social media, detached from anything solid or real and seeing no future. It’s a life I’ve read about a dozen times. It’s all very normal.
Except that Iris sees her dead father everywhere. She finds herself in places and doesn’t know how she got there. She takes drugs she buys on the internet. She appears to be on the edge of a breakdown, or even madness.
Iris wants to break away, find a new life. She wants so much more. So when she hears about Life on Nyx, the ultimate in reality TV, a Big Brotheresque show in which the ‘contestants’ are a group of humans, sent through a wormhole to the distant planet Nyx, to be observed by an online audience back on Earth, Iris makes the decision to apply.
The planet Nyx is a place of pink sand and eternal sunlight, with an apparently unbreathable atmosphere, a place where all human life must be lived in an artificial biosphere, which begs the question, why send humans there at all? No one appears to be engaged in any sort of research. The wormhole only works one way; it allows occasional communication with Earth, but once the person has passed through, they may never return.
Much of this story is extraordinarily absorbing. I wasn’t particularly interested in Iris’s everyday London life, her drinking and depression - a state she calls ‘The Smog’. She seemed a very shallow, self-absorbed, not especially compelling personally. The minutiae of her job, her sex and family life, were of little interest to me. The story becomes much more engaging once she makes the decision to throw everything away and try for Nyx.
Alas, once there, little changes for her. Iris’s story slowly turns into a prison tale, a goldfish existence, as Iris tries to cope with her grief, and regret, and the day to day hardships of the life she has chosen.
Why did she want to go? Life on another planet is a reasonable choice for a scientist, or an adventurer. It appears to make no sense at all for a personality like Iris. Her only incentives seem to be boredom and a quest for some sort of fame. These are strange motivations, and speak of a very deep desperation indeed.
And there is something deeply troubling about the state of Nyx. A series of mysteries become clues that the project is failing. New recruits and needed supplies fail to arrive. Who are the controllers? Who is watching the people of Nyx?
People begin to disappear - what is happening to them? I began to wonder if Nyx was real, or was it all in Iris’s head. Iris attempted suicide when she was sixteen, was her life on Nyx connected to this?
The mystery had me gripped. On Nyx the story really picked up. What had been a so-so tale for me gained traction. It had me riveted. The deeper motivations of the Nyxians, the point and purpose of the whole experiment seemed about to be laid bare. Was it really a kind of Lord of the Flies experiment to see what would happen in an alcohol-free, internet-less society, when the food and drugs run out? Were they really on another planet? Who are the shadowy controllers? Secrets were surely begging to be told.
And then…
Nothing.
I have a visceral loathing of overly-mysterious, ‘you decide’ endings that are not endings, merely full-stops. It was extraordinarily frustrating and disappointing, and the failure to bring the thing to a satisfying ending made the whole Nyxian project ultimately pointless. These chapters could have been amazing, but the world building here is not great and without a meaningful conclusion, it all seemed suddenly rather dull and boring. It felt like a hugely wasted opportunity.
I dithered mightily about my rating for this book. I’ve given it 3 stars, but two and a half is more accurate. Iris’s London life will surely be of more interest to other twenty-somethings living that life, but I, thank God, am not one of them. It meant nothing to me. The Nyx chapters were far more interesting, hinting at secrets and lies. These were the best of the book, keeping me awake, turning pages well into the night. The fact that nothing ultimately came of all the author’s teasing was a massive let-down.