Claire McCague’s The Rosetta Man is so lovable I’m not sure I can
give it a fair review. There are literary missteps I could mark off like
potholes in the spring, but it would be more to show you I’m not a pushover, than
to inform you about your chances of enjoying this ride. And your chances are
good.
The central character, Estlin Hume, is a plausible, 21st
century, and highly reluctant, Dr. Doolittle. The opening scene, with the squirrels,
is enough to propel me into the novel. Hume becomes embroiled in a
first-contact, political thriller – that never loses its sense of humor. It is
one of the reasons the book is so fun to read.
Reasons 2: Aliens. Creatures from another planet that are really,
truly alien. They don’t look like us, communicate like us, or think like us. They
are so fascinating and imaginative, you can read the book for them alone.
But you wouldn’t. Clair’s fictionalized science is deep but
approachable, spanning physics, biology and psychology. Her mechanisms for
interstellar travel and seemingly telepathic communication are particularly
delightful.
The book has perhaps too many characters, but that’s me wanting to spend all my time with Hume and the aliens. Which I hope to do in the next book, which I’m thinking reviews like this one will help move along.
The book has perhaps too many characters, but that’s me wanting to spend all my time with Hume and the aliens. Which I hope to do in the next book, which I’m thinking reviews like this one will help move along.