“Deran shook his head. “No. Cash on the barrelhead from now on. For everything.”
“That’s crazy,” Belment said.
“It’s not crazy. It’s the end of civilization as we know it; we don’t have time to collect on installment plans.”
“That’s showing our hand,” Proster observed.
“The point is to show our hand,” Deran said. “If they think we don’t think there’s time for installment plans, they’re going to prioritize the short term, too. They have the money; they just have to decide they need to give it to us, first.” He looked over to Lina Wu-Gertz. “And if they think civilization is ending and money is going to be worthless anyway, they’re not going to mind as much giving it away. They’ll think they’re getting one over on us.”
Proster nodded. “So we build ships and arms now—”
“While it’s still cheap and easy, because as more Flow streams collapse, it will be more expensive to get materiel, and harder to source as well,” Deran interjected.
“—and take as much as we can get up front, and then as the Flow streams collapse, move our base of operations to End, where the money will still have value and the remainder of civilization will still need arms and spaceships.”
“That’s the plan,” Deran said. “Basically. Broad strokes.”
Proster nodded, and then looked down the table, where there were other nods, even from Belment and Tiegan. Then he looked back at Deran. “Looks like you’re right: the end of civilization is going to be good for business,” he said.”
“The Flow” is changing and that will affect everything in this corner of the Universe or as John Scalzi describes the tension in this third (and final) book in this series:
"“Let’s not pretend that you don’t know my past sins, or that I’m not aware that you know about them. Time is short and we don’t have the luxury of polite whispers. I am a murderer, a would-be assassin, and a traitor to the emperox. And with your help, I will be all these things again.”"
and
"“Then let us be clear, Admiral Hurnen, General Bren,” Grayland (the current Emperox) said, fixing both with her eyes as she said their names. “We have no intention of leaving End to the Nohamapetans. They are a threat to the current citizens of the planet, and they are a threat to anyone who flees there for refuge. Those refugees are already on their way, Admiral. There will be many more before all this is done. If this is possible, then we will have it done, difficult or not.”"
How do I love John Scalzi? Let me enumerate a bit:
He has an imagination that regularly reels me in;
He can juggle multiple plot lines;
He has a wry and satisfying way with dialogue;
He is a master of “world-building;” and,
He can make me laugh while his world(s) is going to pieces.
There is a lot of opportunity to “read into” this novel. Certainly, it isn’t much of a stretch to see parallels between the natural catastrophe of “the collapse” and the natural catastrophe of our own climate crisis. This book has some of his best conceived villainy rants and crazy schemes. So many characters in this series are larger than life. But can you have so many sociopaths/extreme capitalists in the same story and still make it seem real? I guess I should check my recent American history.
To recap, this book is not a “read alone.” You must have subjected yourself to the first two: The Collapsing Empire and The Consuming Fire. If you did so, you were impatient imagining how Scalzi would bring this epic to conclusion. Scalzi admits that he had difficulty moving this forward during our pandemic. Was the conclusion as presented consistent with the journey?
The further I burrow into this book, the more I see it as a modern Gulliver’s Travels or Through the Looking Glass. Scalzi’s attempt at commentary on our current society and cultures is there. Is it successful? Maybe not, but part of that may be that it wasn’t what his fans thought that they were going to be getting. My rating is may not be typical but it reflects a Robert Browning-ish viewpoint: “…Ah but, a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?” 3.5*
Here are some quotations that illuminate aspects of this review. I am not going to delete Scalzi's expletives, since those are part and parcel of his characters and they will accurately convey the style he adopted in this series. Read at your own risk.
"Of course, if one wanted to genuinely understand what the over-under line for “we’re all genuinely and truly fucked” was, one ought not look at what the lower classes of the Interdependency were doing, but rather, what their banks were doing. And what the banks were doing, as quietly as possible and without raising too much of a fuss about it, was restructuring their financial services and vehicles to maximize short-term profits and minimize long-term financial risk and exposure. Which on one hand was entirely prudent, from a fiscal and fiduciary point of view."
"“Then why are we trying?” Cardenia asked him. Marce thought about it a moment. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the scientists who set off the Rupture,” he said. “About what they were thinking when they thought it up. About what they were thinking when they built it and then set it off. And what they thought after it all started coming down around them, because of the thing they did. You know?”
“I do.”
“I have a chance to help set things right. Not a good chance, I know. A really small chance. One in a million, maybe. It’s almost not worth it. But the alternative is to do nothing. It’s to let the failures of those long-ago scientists keep deciding our fate. If we fail, it’s not because we did nothing, Cardenia. We went down fighting. We went down trying to save everyone.”"
"Grayland’s meeting with Commander Wen was followed immediately by a brief tea with Archbishop Korbijn, which Grayland enjoyed so much that she allowed it to run on an additional five minutes beyond its allotted fifteen."
"It wasn’t that he was wrong, it’s just that Cardenia wasn’t wrong either, and she was probably more not wrong than he was. He was a scientist and frankly not the most astute observer of the human situation. He would never abuse the Rupture data like that and couldn’t imagine any of the scientists that he would work with would, either. They were busy trying to save the universe, after all. But he had in the moment forgotten that Cardenia was also Grayland, and what she had to deal with on a daily basis: the grinding opportunism and political maneuvering of the world she inhabited; the number of people who wanted something from her or would be happy to take something from her; the depressing reality of knowing that there were people—forget people, entire conspiracies of people—who would think nothing of killing Grayland to get her out of the way of their own selfish goals."
"“My point is this, Kiva: It’s time to put our differences aside. It’s time to do business.”
“All right,” Kiva said. “Let’s hear the business.”
“Here it is: I want your support. I want your house’s support.”
“I’m not my house. You’ll have to talk to my mother about that.”
“I did. One of my representatives did, anyway.”
“Yeah? How did that go?”
“She said that we could all fuck ourselves with a rented dick. The same rented dick.”
“That’s my mom,” Kiva said."