This was a difficult book to read; it was dark, nasty, brutish, and long. First off, Peter Watts seems to specialize in these claustrophobic, psychological dramas involving broken people. In Blindsight, he had a small crew (with a vampire as its leader!) making an expedition to a neutron star, to make first contact with an alien. The whole book chronicles the descent into madness, under extreme psychological duress. Of course, there are some interesting ideas about alien intelligences, genetics, and the difference between sentience and intelligences.
Behemoth is the third book in the Rifters trilogy (actually, it's four books, but Watts says that Behemoth should have been one book and not split into two (B-max and Seppuku). Having read Watts oeuvre before writing a review is nice. Patterns become a bit obvious, whether Watts meant for them to be there or not. Watts really likes the idea of the "Chinese room", and is featured prominently in Starfish (and Blindsight, which is not related to Rifters.) It is more developed in Blindsight, but suffice to say, that device is partly responsible for bringing about apocalypse. Watts, as I had mentioned, really enjoys writing about twisted characters. Normal people crack under pressure and die.
The Rifters trilogy begins undersea, in a deep water power geothermal power plant. We find two deep sea divers, genetically and mechanically modified to be able to survive 3 km beneath sea surface. They are fitted with an artificial gill system to extract oxygen from seawater; they have suits that withstand pressure; their bodies have been completely retrofitted with genes encoding proteins that can function in this environment. Soon, we find out these divers are actually a part of a psychological test; the diver who cracks first can't handle the darkness and the space. Lenie Clark, the diver who can, we find had been abused sexually. One idea, then is that people who have been ... preconditioned by sufficient trauma ... has a skewed psychological pleasure response profile. These people may or may not enjoy extreme conditions, but their bodies are essentially geared to tolerate pain and stress. Thus Watts neatly captures why he sends the crazies into space and undersea.
This sums up why I thought the story was so dark, nasty, and long. It isn't easy to enjoy rooting for abuse victims, rapists and sociopaths - these are the other extremo-philes who wind up in Beebe, the underwater base. They go about their day-to-day business, maintaining the power plant function. They gradually become aware that they are down underwater for a purpose other than keeping machines working. At first, they don't mind because these divers were chosen because they not only work effectively on the ocean floor, but they like it down there. They become a family of sorts. However, they realize that they are being quarantined. Here, we have the second big idea: a bug living near sulfur vents on the sea floor, with faster metabolism and able to extract nutrients from a variety of sources - including lifeforms at sea level. In fact, the worry is that it is so efficient it can out compete the natives. Perhaps it is only a matter of time until ocean currents dredge up the bug and land it on some continent, thereby gaining a foothold. But what if all measures to contain it fail?
Thus, we come to the second book, Maelstrom. It is disturbing that apocalypse is handled so lightly by the heroine. Lenie Clark thirsts for revenge, against her abusive father, the people who left her to rot in the deep sea, against the whole world, actually. She brings the bug, named Behemoth with her. Where she goes, so goes the bug; once it is unleashed, it is only a matter of time before it wipes out all life on earth. But Lenie doesn't really care; I think she may have known that she is carrying some sort of parasite, but damn the consequences.
I found myself in the strange position of wanting the book to end; I wanted someone to kill her, of course, before the Behemoth spreads. But on some level, I want to see her quest for vengeance succeed. I suppose this speaks to the effectiveness of Peter Watts's writing; despite these characters whom one would want to lock up in a penitentiary, one comes to sympathize with them and their goals.
In Maelstrom, we are introduced to some supra-national agencies who run the world; one analyst plays a crucial role in this book and in Behemoth. Needless to say, he also harbors some darkness in his soul. Regardless, this is Lenie's story; if Maelstrom is her reaching nadir, then Behemoth is an attempt at closure and redemption. Lenie, at the end of Maelstrom, hides in the ocean, along with the bigwigs who had unwittingly unleashed the Behemoth bug onto the world. In Behemoth, she leaves the refuge, trying to find out if there are people living in a post-apocalyptic earth who craves revenge against the suits who brought about the end of the world.
It is disturbing to find myself caring about such a capricious woman. She is both a horseman of the apocalypse and its Messiah. Again, it is due to Watts's talent that makes me care to see the story through, but there are many disturbing vignettes along the way. Lenie, for instance, lets herself be raped in some misguided attempt to spread Behemoth, another hero engages in sick, snuff sex fulfillment, yet another hero is a killer with a strict code of conduct - who seeks ways to force his eventual victim to transgress this code.
Strangely enough, these acts are related to the third idea Watts develops is, what price is acceptable if we want to keep the peace? If you want to save the world, do you need a monster? Do you do everything you can to appease him for the greater good? More simply, if you have an option to kill 10 people to save a hundred, would you do it? Watts make up an interesting device to handle this, but yes, it is a painful decision and Watts clearly comes down on the side of the greater good.
The end result of this sprawling mess is an epic that asks and answers some basic questions about our intelligence and our morality. It was difficult to read because the book serves as a dark, twisted carnival mirror; the reader will not like what he sees, but I also found all 3 books hard to put down.