We were driving from the Great Sand Dunes to Mesa Verde, my family and I, and I was in a royal funk. Partly this was because I hadn't slept well the night before. Partly it was because the Sand Dunes, damn them, had been windy and so walking near them, let alone climbing them, was made painful by blowing sand. Partly it was because I was on a road trip instead of home with my friends, and I was a high school graduate heading off to another state for college and who knew how hard it would be to see all those people I loved again after this summer and why was I wasting it on the road with the people I'd see every Christmas without fail?
The end result was that I pitched a fit (incredibly immaturely) in Durango, Colorado. I made my dad let me out of the car, stomped across the street to Starbucks, ordered a Venti of the first thing that looked suitably caffeinated, and flopped down in a cushy chair in the corner.
A cushy chair that happened to be directly across from the community messageboard, where signs were pinned to cork.
And of course, the one that caught my eye was the one for the book sale. $1.50 a pound, it promised! Well, how could I resist?
By the time my mom arrived to talk some sense into me I was not only calmed down, rational, and ready to be sensible; I had a new destination in mind. Hell or high water, I'd make it to that book sale.
This is all to say that my finding of this book was pure coincidence, and happy coincidence at that. The randomness of it is rather fitting, too, since this book is one in which something which may or may not eventually be important happens to one Castor Pettyman purely by accident.
It starts with Castor finding a disembodied head in a rice paddy, and while this might seem like the beginning of a murder mystery, it's not. The head has nothing much to do with the plot, except that it has to get Castor to New Orleans so that when alien life contacts the Earth and demands to speak to the President of the United States, he's the logical choice to become a fake President. Why is a fake necessary, you ask? Well, because the Russians and the Americans finally had it out with their nukes not long before, and the power vacuum that resulted from their mutual destruction was quickly filled by China and India, which have split the world. China controls the Americas, which may or may not be a good thing depending on who you talk to. Castor, who's pretty much the main character, is fairly complacent about it. Miranda, on the other hand, who is actually Chinese in ancestry, regards the situation as an occupation, something to be resisted and rebelled against. The Chinese see it as philanthropy on their part. It's an interesting issue and handled pretty well, with plenty of nuance.
That's almost all I'll allow myself to say about the plot, for fear of spoilers. And really, that's the most intriguing part of the book - because the nature of the situation makes it easily applicable to the modern American reader. Iraq, anyone? In that situation, we'd be the Chinese: we came in thinking we were doing good, but are still resented. In that real case, as in this fictional one, the problem is not the 'invasion' but the fact that there was no withdrawal. There's another group of characters who appear later who are even more clearly intended to be satirical of America's military attitudes, but I don't want to give much away. What I can give you is a quote by another character about them: "They have elevated slogans to the point of dogma. In doing so, they have lost sight of the principles that made the slogans valid in the first place."
Now, doesn't that sound a wee bit familiar? Because if you ask me, it happens in every part of the American political arena these days.
This book is not for everyone. It's very plot-centric and at the same time oddly slow-moving. If you're inclined to read it as satire, you'll probably like it. If you're a fan of that strange old-school style of sci-fi, which has a distinctly different use of language and point of view than modern SF, you'll probably like it. It's rarely boring. There are interesting ideas. There are scary ideas. What there isn't is much characterization; there are five central characters that get attention but the rest of the cast isn't particularly fleshed out. It has a certain candor about sex that seems, again, to be a style of the time but which may be offensive to some readers.
It's definitely worth whatever amount I paid for it, and it's worth the time. I imagine Pohl, who's a fairly famous author, has better works out there. This just happened to be the first I found.