Published here on May 20th 2014 by Tor, and coming to the UK in August, Jo Walton brings us her tenth novel, My Real Children. This is the story of a woman, Patrician Conway, who is living in a nursing home with dementia. Her biggest problem is that she seems to be living two lives. Not only does she feel that she is in a different place on different days, but she distinctly remembers two different pasts. The book dives in to those pasts. It has taken me longer than I had hoped to get to this review, considering I had gotten this from the publisher back at BEA. I even managed a signed copy, though not personal, it was pre-signed, which is still really nice.
The major thing that I have noticed about Jo Walton is that she really is a great writer. The other thing is that her writing almost fits as well, if not better into the “Non-fiction” general category than it does into the genre specific Sci-Fi and fantasy. She writes truly wonderful prose, but she does hover that genre line by having just enough to qualify. Among Others for example has a light fantasy hint to it (though I maintain that girl is crazy), but mainly it was about a weird girl from a dysfunctional family, and her books. My Real Children is really a story of two alternate histories and the way these lives played out based on an early decision. The science fiction is really in the fact that these are alternate histories. Within those histories there are further sci-fi aspects which are more of something ancillary to the plot. It also builds rather slow to this, with the first of these sci-fi aspects emerging about half way through the book.
Again, this was very nicely written and it was a nice story, though it did leave me fairly sad. It was not even the proper ending that did it, rather events leading up to the end. Jo Walton‘s greatest strength is really her development of the main character, and I do not mean solely in this novel. You really feel that you understand the main characters, both versions of them here. Having a strong character development is something that always pulls me in as I get a sense that this is a real person behind everything. I do not know if all of the characters were so developed though. I felt like I got a taste of some of their personalities, and some I did not feel I knew more than their names.
Other than the actual writing, what I loved about this is that you can feel real love for the people and places. I cannot even explain how badly I want to visit Florence right now or get a gelato. What I did not love was the overt agenda. I thought the overly liberalized agenda was way to strong. I am not commenting on the agenda itself, I do not have a problem with it directly, my problem is they way that it felt too obvious, too in my face, and it took me out of the story. I completely felt like I was being lectured about feminism, anti-war sentiment and disarmament. What if you already drank that particular kool-aid and are on board? It still feels like it is being shoved down your throat. A certain degree of it absolutely helped the plot, but I think it went on more than it was needed.
I put this novel at a 3/5. I enjoyed the story and the writing, but it really did start off slow for me. There were plenty of wonderful part as well as things that yanked me out of that world. It was a nice balance, but simply balancing does not really shift me into loving something or not. I may have brought it up another star if I was expecting a general dramatic story, but I tend to like genre driven stories, and I did not feel that is truly lived up to the genre it was billed as. I also did not love the ending. It did not offer the closure I wanted. Is this novel worth a read? I think it is, sure. As long as you have the correct expectations going in.