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Rite of Passage

Cover of Rite of Passage.

A scifi book from the 60s, with a young black girl as protagonist, written by a white dude from the US, that isnā€™t terrible? And also isnā€™t praised and listed on all the reading lists everywhere? Reading this book was a big surprise, I have to say.

This book is a take on generation ships that not only pays attention to society on the ship (which I think basically all generation ship stories set out to do), but also economics, and how the ship relates to non-ship space (and hot damn colonialism on a bicycle, itā€™s not pretty). The protagonist is proactive, very very flawed in a way that works with her being, yā€™know, a 14-year-old girl born to influential parents, but also not stupid.

Granted, the story has limited depth in the end ā€“ it is a coming-of-age story, but I thought things felt very alive and well-handled. And, whatā€™s more, the ending! Oh my, the ending. When the subject of the climax became clear, I was very afraid itā€™d be tacky or moralising or cheap, and it was none of that. Really glad I read this book.


Plot summary

Beware: full spoilers! Also probably incomplete and possibly incomprehensible.

Mia lives on a generation ship, which has been going for 164 years, and that has fled the Earth before it was destroyed in 2041. Seven ships escaped and established over a hundred colonies in the following years.

There is a coming-of-age thing where all 14-year-olds are dropped on a planet (in three month batches), where they have to survive for thirty days ā€“ no exceptions, and plenty of deaths. This is to weed out the incompetent and also for population control.

Mia is a cool girl ā€“ she likes playing soccer, calls planet-dwellers Mudeaters, and is very independent. She lived in a general childrenā€™s dormitory for five years (4-9) until she ran off, caught a shuttle and visited her dad, who then shocked her by moving to the much less desirable fifth level, from the better fourth (1-3 are infrastructure, engineering, agriculture), where Mia is both unhappy and unpopular.

Children go to school till they are 14. Additionally, they usually have an assigned tutor. Her tutor is Mr Mbele, who is also tutoring Jimmy. Mbele sits on the city council, like her dad, and they rarely agree about anything ā€“ but he still asked Mbele to tutor her, because he studied under him, and while they disagree on colony matters, they still respect each other.

Ship sentiment is that the Mudeaters are peasants, idiot farmers, well-suited to staying alive on those dangerous, rough planets, while the ship people were smart and took care of tech stuff. The trading arrangements were knowledge or technology for materials. (The ship is a split, hollowed-out asteroid).

Mia accompanies her father down to a planet, and we see first-hand how ugly her prejudices are. She is shocked by a lot, e.g. siblings close in age (long lives and population control mean that siblings on the ship are rarely closer than 20 years apart). Planets have stores, on the ship, you requisition stuff. And those stupid Mudeaters dare to have misconceptions about life on the ship! This planet mines tungsten ore for the ship, and the ship keeps the knowledge of how to work with it secret. On the planet, the ship people are called Grabbies, and are seen as parasites. Miaā€™s dad explains that Mbele believes in “exceptions to the rule and treating the colonists better than we treat ourselves”, so now we know who is good and who is evil.

Mia and her age group start on her training for the planet exposure thing. To train them to move well and have fine motor control, training isnā€™t just standard survival and fighting, but also dance and needlepoint (all taught by the same guy), which is so neat ā€“ though later on, they also actually take down a tiger as a group. She and others go on adventures on the ship, which turn out to be harder to do and more nerve-wracking than anticipated, and there is a bit of character growth that feels actually natural. She and Jimmy kiss, and it feels absolutely as good-awkward-what as a first teenage kiss ought to.

They are taught philosophy: utilitarianism (which Mia figures out quickly isnā€™t compatible with how humans work), stoicism (too static/status-quo for Miaā€™s taste), and so on. Mia talks her way into the Records part of the library and finds out she had a brother ā€“ 40 years older than she and dead for 15 years. He mustā€™ve been at least a bit similar to her, because he wrote a novel (Mia likes reading old novels and is annoyed by the fact that nobody is writing new ones anymore), tough it is pretty terrible.

Mia and Jimmy get closer to figuring out what they want to do in life, mostly by realising that they donā€™t actually like the direction they were going in by default. With Mbele, they start discussing prejudices (and itā€™s casually dropped that Mbele has dark skin, as you might have expected, and Miaā€™s skin is even darker). Buuut then Mia takes her fatherā€™s side (“are Mudeaters even people”) to the extreme, and she and Jimmy fight, and ~break up (the relationship/frienship).

The trial starts, and Mia heads out by herself. Her prejudices have gotten worse ā€“ she sees planetside humans as barely human, as bad caricatures. Disgusting Free Birthers. She voices her thoughts like an idiot, and the people there take her pickup signal, and say they have one of them in jail. Mia goes undercover and thanks to a kind man, learns the local dialect and how to fit in. She rescues Jimmy, who doesnā€™t have his signal either. (She has to watch as her protector is beaten to death by the police for helping her.)

Jimmy and Mia make up and make out. They steal back their signal, killing locals in the process, and make it back ā€“ 17 of 29 made it back, in all. This causes trouble: deaths are expected, but natives hunting down the kids isnā€™t. There is a big council meeting with the whole ship present to vote. Her dad is making big speeches of how itā€™s the colonistsā€™s fault for forgetting technological knowledge, and that this particular planet is evil and ought to be destroyed, on account of not having birth control and general evilness. The popular vote goes 16k:10k for nuking the planet.

This happens. The end (Mia moves out from home and experiences some more ā€¦ growth? and just big moral WTF of “how can people I like do something absolutely terrible like this”).


Quotes

ā€œYou stumble over your own feet. You donā€™t know what to do with your hands. When you are in a position where you have to do the exact right thing in an instant, deft movement is the most important element. You want your body to work for you, not against you. Not only, by God, am I going to give you dancing lessons, but Iā€™m going to start you on needlepoint.ā€
We not only got needlepoint, dancing lessons, hand-to-hand combat training, and weapon instruction, but Mr. Marechal was our tutor in all of them.

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It gave me time to think about my character deficiencies. I didnā€™t think of them in those terms, but I did determine not to be any more stupid than was absolutely necessary, which is much the same thing.

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Brains are no good if you donā€™t use them.

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Iā€™ve always wondered what it would be like to be a spear carrier in somebody elseā€™s story. A spear carrier is somebody who stands in the hall when Caesar passes, comes to attention, and thumps his spear. A spear carrier is the anonymous character cut down by the hero as he advances to save the menaced heroine. A spear carrier is a character put in a story to be used like a piece of disposable tissue. In a story, spear carriers never suddenly assert themselves by throwing their spears aside and saying, ā€œI resign. I donā€™t want to be used.ā€ They are there to be used, either for atmosphere or as minor obstacles in the path of the hero. The trouble is that each of us is his own hero, existing in a world of spear carriers. We take no joy in being used and discarded. I was finding then, that wet, chilly, unhappy night, that I took no joy in seeing other people used and discarded.

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Maturity is the ability to sort the portions of truth from the accepted lies and self-deceptions that you have grown up with. It is easy now to see the irrelevance of the religious wars of the past, to see that capitalism in itself is not evil, to see that honor is most often a silly thing to kill a man for, to see that national patriotism should have meant nothing in the twenty-first century, to see that a correctly arranged tie has very little to do with true social worth. It is harder to assess as critically the insanities of your own time, especially if you have accepted them unquestioningly for as long as you can remember, for as long as you have been alive. If you never make the attempt, whatever else you are, you are not mature.

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