Wow wow wow. More soon.
I honestly can't decide whether I liked the book or movie more. I read the book first, thinking it was completely based on the movie. It's more than that, though. And there's an afterward about it. The "intro" to the characters was completely the work of OSC, and his immaturity shows, including way more penises than I would have liked (for no reason - we don't need them inserted into everything he writes (no pun intended)). He was also able to beautifully describe some of the water scenes early on, and it took my breath.
I also have to admit he did a damn good job at the rest of the book. Not supporting OSC or what he's stood for, but the book really delves more into the POV of the Builders, with beautifully done philosophy and description. I ended up a little let down that the movie didn't portray much of their POV. The movie was amazing, don't get me wrong, especially the effects for when it was released (I'm about 40 years late). But it's mostly an action movie, with an incredible cast. This book is that plus a lot more. Some excerpts below.
I have to add that my paperback's cover almost didn't make it through the read. Every time I picked it up a piece fell off lol. But it soldiered on and there's a little bit left! Lol.
p.6 He took off his shoes carefully, untying them and laying his socks across them. The breeze was chilly on his feet and when he got to where the sand was wet, it was even colder. His feet sank slightly into the sand, and it turned white where he stepped, as if his weight was squeezing the water out. As is he could drive the sea back from the shore just by walking toward it.
At first he stayed out where the weakest forewash only tickled and chilled him. He had always liked the way the backwash sucked sand out from around the edges of his feet, as if the ground was moving out to sea.
p.12 I mean, either we spend our whole lives acting out all the things our parents said and did, or we spend our lives deliberately not acting like our folks.
p.137 We build our monsters out of metal, but the earth and the sea are still stronger.
p.217 The guilders remembered this thought, because they knew it was important. Fear was the great controller of human beings. Fear was bringing them to the brink of war. Fear drove them away from each other, kept most of them from risking anything in their lives. There was good evolutionary reason for fear to be so strong in them - they could die, not just in the body, but in the memory as well. Of course they feared death. If we died so completely, we would fear it, too.
p.219 Humans aren't used to receiving others' thoughts directly, the builders told each other. They can't taste the flavor that tells us when a thought comes from someone else. So how can they possibly recognize someone else's mental voice inside their heads? Worse, how can they distinguish between their own thoughts and those we give them? We told her to be at peace. We told her where we come from, who we are, what we do. But she decided for herself that our works were beautiful, that she wanted us to teach her. Yet if she knew that some of her thoughts came from us, she'd be unable to tell where our messages left off and her own desires began.
p.302 We grieve, not for her past, which we will have forever, but for her future, which we will never have. We knew her best of all of them, and so the loss of her future hurts us worst of all. More than the self-destruction of the entire species of humankind, the loss of this one will grieve us.
The city listened, and the idea astonished them. And they also thought of something else: This very builder who gave the answer to them had been transformed by knowing these humans, and had acted in a way that was different from what any other builder might have done. What other builder has spoken despite the city's ban? What other builder has ever dared?
For which this builder should be taken into the city, remembered, and then dispersed.
***Isn't that precisely what these humans do? Destroy individuals that make them afraid?***
She's one of us. She won't be destroyed, she'll be remembered.
But we'll also remove the possibility of her acting strangely ever again. And why? Because we fear the change that she has brought us. We would remove her future influence because we're afraid of it. We have done that again and again in our history. We never thought of it as killing, because no part of their past is lost. But hasn't she shown us that it's just as grievous to cut off an individual's future?
It was a strange and terrible idea, that they themselves practiced something that resembled killing, and that their motive was also fear. They never acted in the manic rage these humans showed in battle, but they still did what every other living creature did: They acted against individuals to protect themselves. Until they met these humans, they had never valued individuals, had neverhad never really conceived of what true individuality could mean, since they shared memories so freely among themselves that each builder remembered having done what all others builders did; thus the boundaries between them meant little. (SPOILER) Now, though, as Bud Brigman dragged Lindsey's body through the water toward the lights of Deepcore, they finally understood what those boundaries were, and how it was possible to prize one person and mourn her loss.
Then her memories began to circulate among the builders of the city. Above all, they were astonished at the moment of her death. She was afraid of death, and yet she had chosen to die herself rather than take breath away from Bud.
p.316 He lifted his hand. Waved. Then he turned and stepped over the edge of the abyss. (It's always fun to find the title in the book. This appeared several times.)
p.329 Who is the nobler creature, then? Him or us? What do WE put at risk, if we save them?
We can't save them. Killing is in their hearts, even the best of them.
So is fear - and yet they overcome it.
p.330 He saw two possible worlds, one, a world in which he remained alive, but in which a terrible crime would be committed against us, a crime that he might have prevented. The other, a world in which there remained the possibility of peace between us and his people, but in which he himself was dead.
This is too simple and explanation.
***Is it? Then let me show you another, even simpler. I also see two worlds ahead of US. One in which we refuse to change our own behavior, and so we stand by and let these humans destroy each other, forcing us to leave this world behind, dead, when we could have prevented it, when its death is partly our fault. The other is a world in which we change to become a little more like them, in order to have the power to change them to become a little more like us; that's the world that remains alive, with us and these humans sharing it, at peace with each other, at peace within ourselves. I choose the second one. I choose to change ourselves a little in order to save us all.
What short of change do you propose?***
p.331 They're strangers! Monstrous, terrible strangers that we can't speak to because they don't even know they're being spoken to. They can never understand us and we can never understand them. They don't MATTER to us! Why should we change ourselves, betray our nature for them?
This is the most important thing the humans have taught me. The thing they're teaching to us right now. You see, they are ALL strangers to each other. They live out their entire lives, never truly understanding each other, only making guesses, making mistakes, distorting, deceiving, misunderstanding each other. And yet, though they're permanently strangers, they choose sometimes to trust each other, care for each other so completely that they gladly die to let the other live - that they gladly change themselves to make the other person happy. They're so used to this great leap of trust and love that Bud Brigman has extended that same trust to us - even thought he doesn't know us, doesn't understand us, even though we're strangers to him. All I ask is that we treat them as Bud Brigman is treating us. ***He barely comprehends us, yet values our lives enough to die trying to save us.***
p.331 You make it sound as if you think they're better than we are.
In some ways they are. In some ways they're much worse. Humans and builders, we're DIFFERENT from each other. But we must still value each other, in spite of the differences.
p.333 (SPOILER) He looked into its eyes are realized that it was beautiful.
Bud wasn't afraid. He knew he was seeing an NTI - not something it made, not an artifact or vehicle, but one of the people of the abyss.