The war for survival of the planet Lusitania will be fought in the heart of a child named Gloriously Bright.
On Lusitania, Ender found a world where humans and pequininos and the Hive Queen could all live together; where three very different intelligent species could find common ground at last. Or so he thought.
Lusitania also harbors the descolada, a virus that kills all humans it infects, but which the pequininos require in order to become adults. The Startways Congress so fears the effects of the descolada, should it escape from Lusitania, that they have ordered the destruction of the entire planet, and all who live there. The Fleet is on its way, a second xenocide seems inevitable.
Xenocide is the third novel in Orson Scott Card's Ender Quintet.
About the Author
Orson Scott Card is best known for his science fiction novel Ender's Game and it's many sequels that expand the Ender Universe into the far future and the near past. Those books are organized into the Ender Quintet, the five books that chronicle the life of Ender Wiggin; the Shadow Series, that follows on the novel Ender's Shadow and are set on Earth; and the Formic Wars series, written with co-author Aaron Johnston, that tells of the terrible first contact between humans and the alien "Buggers".
Card has been a working writer since the 1970s. Beginning with dozens of plays and musical comedies produced in the 1960s and 70s, Card's first published fiction appeared in 1977 -- the short story "Gert Fram" in the July issue of The Ensign, and the novelet version of "Ender's Game" in the August issue of Analog.
The novel-length version of Ender's Game, published in 1984 and continuously in print since then, became the basis of the 2013 film, starring Asa Butterfield, Harrison Ford, Ben Kingsley, Hailee Steinfeld, Viola Davis, and Abigail Breslin.
Card was born in Washington state, and grew up in California, Arizona, and Utah. He served a mission for the LDS Church in Brazil in the early 1970s. Besides his writing, he runs occasional writers' workshops and directs plays. He frequently teaches writing and literature courses at Southern Virginia University.
He is the author many sf and fantasy novels, including the American frontier fantasy series "The Tales of Alvin Maker" (beginning with Seventh Son), There are also stand-alone science fiction and fantasy novels like Pastwatch and Hart's Hope. He has collaborated with his daughter Emily Card on a manga series, Laddertop. He has also written contemporary thrillers like Empire and historical novels like the monumental Saints and the religious novels Sarah and Rachel and Leah. Card's recent work includes the Mithermages books (Lost Gate, Gate Thief), contemporary magical fantasy for readers both young and old.
Card lives in Greensboro, North Carolina, with his wife, Kristine Allen Card, He and Kristine are the parents of five children and several grandchildren.
Hometown:Greensboro, North Carolina
Date of Birth:August 24, 1951
Place of Birth:Richland, Washington
Education:B.A. in theater, Brigham Young University, 1975; M.A. in English, University of Utah, 1981
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XENOCIDE (Chapter 1: A PARTING)
Today one of the brothers asked me: Is it a terrible prison, not to be able to move from the place where you’re standing?
<You answered …<
<I told him that I am now more free than he is. The inability to move frees me from the obligation to act.>
<You who speak languages, you are such liars.>
Han Fei-tzu sat in lotus position on the bare wooden floor beside his wife’s sickbed. Until a moment ago he might have been sleeping; he wasn’t sure. But now he was aware of the slight change in her breathing, a change as subtle as the wind from a butterfly’s passing.
Jiang-qing, for her part, must also have detected some change in him, for she had not spoken before and now she did speak. Her voice was very soft. But Han Fei-tzu could hear her clearly, for the house was silent. He had asked his friends and servants for stillness during the dusk of Jiang-qing’s life. Time enough for careless noise during the long night that was to come, when there would be no hushed words from her lips.
“Still not dead,” she said. She had greeted him with these words each time she woke during the past few days. At first the words had seemed whimsical or ironic to him, but now he knew that she spoke with disappointment. She longed for death now, not because she hadn’t loved life, butbecause death was now unavoidable, and what cannot be shunned must be embraced. That was the Path. Jiang-qing had never taken a step away from the Path in her life.
“Then the gods are kind to me,” said Han Fei-tzu.
“To you,” she breathed. “What do we contemplate?”
It was her way of asking him to share his private thoughts with her. When others asked his private thoughts, he felt spied upon. But Jiang-qing asked only so that she could also think the same thought; it was part of their having become a single soul.
“We are contemplating the nature of desire,” said Han Fei-tzu.
“Whose desire?” she asked. “And for what?”
My desire for your bones to heal and become strong, so that they don’t snap at the slightest pressure. So that you could stand again, or even raise an arm without your own muscles tearing away chunks of bone or causing the bone to break under the tension. So that I wouldn’t have to watch you wither away until now you weigh only eighteen kilograms. I never knew how perfectly happy we were until I learned that we could not stay together.
“i“My desire,” he answered. “For you.”
“You only covet what you do not have.’ Who said that?”
“You did,” said Han Fei-tzu. “Some say, ‘what you i cannot have.’ Others say, ‘what you i should not have.’ I say, ‘You can truly covet only what you will always hunger for.’”
“You have me forever.”
“I will lose you tonight. Or tomorrow. Or next week.”
“Let us contemplate the nature of desire,” said Jiang-qing. As before, she was using philosophy to pull him out of his brooding melancholy.
He resisted her, but only playfully. “You are a harsh ruler,” said Han Fei-tzu. “Like your ancestor-of-the-heart, you make no allowance for other people’s frailty.” Jiang-qing was named for a revolutionary leader of the ancient past, who had tried to lead the people onto a new Path but was overthrown by weak-hearted cowards. It was not right, thought Han Fei-tzu, for his wife to die before him: her ancestor-of-the-heart had outlived her husband. Besides, wives i should live longer than husbands. Women were more complete inside themselves. They were also better at living in their children. They were never as solitary as a man alone.
Jiang-qing refused to let him return to brooding. “When a man’s wife is dead, what does he long for?”
Rebelliously, Han Fei-tzu gave her the most false answer to her question. “To lie with her,” he said.
“The desire of the body,” said Jiang-qing.
Since she was determined to have this conversation, Han Fei-tzu took up the catalogue for her. “The desire of the body is to act. It includes all touches, casual and intimate, and all customary movements. Thus he sees a movement out of the corner of his eye, and thinks he has seen his dead wifemoving across the doorway, and he cannot be content until he has walked to the door and seen that it was not his wife. Thus he wakes up from a dream in which he heard her voice, and finds himself speaking his answer aloud as if she could hear him.”
“What else?” asked Jiang-qing.
“I’m tired of philosophy,” said Han Fei-tzu. “Maybe the Greeks found comfort in it, but not me.”
“The desire of the spirit,” said Jiang-qing, insisting.
“Because the spirit is of the earth, it is that part which makes new things out of old ones. The husband longs for all the unfinished things that he and his wife were making when she died, and all the unstarted dreams of what they would have made if she had lived. Thus a man grows angry at his children for being too much like him and not enough like his dead wife. Thus a man hates the house they lived in together, because either he does not change it, so that it is as dead as his wife, or because he i does change it, so that it is no longer half of her making.”
“You don’t have to be angry at our little Qing-jao,” said Jiang-qing.
“Why?” asked Han Fei-tzu. “Will you stay, then, and help me teach her to be a woman? All I can teach her is to be what i I am—cold and hard, sharp and strong, like obsidian. If she grows like that, while she looks so much like you, how can I help but be angry?”
“Because you can teach her everything that I am, too,” said Jiang-qing.
“If I had any part of you in me,” said Han Fei-tzu, “I would not have needed to marry you to become a complete person.” Now he teased her by using philosophy to turn the conversation away from pain. “That is the desire of the soul. Because the soul is made of light and dwells in air, it is that part which conceives and keeps ideas, especially the idea of the self. The husband longs for his whole self, which was made of the husband and wife together. Thus he never believes any of his own thoughts, because there is always a question in his mind to which his wife’s thoughts were the only possible answer. Thus the whole world seems dead to him because he cannot trust anything to keep its meaning before the onslaught of this unanswerable question.”
“Very deep,” said Jiang-qing.
“If I were Japanese I would commit seppuku, spilling my bowel into the jar of your ashes.”
“Very wet and messy,” she said.
He smiled. “Then I should be an ancient Hindu, and burn myself on your pyre.”
But she was through with joking. “Qing-jao,” she whispered. She was reminding him he could do nothing so flamboyant as to die with her. There was little Qing-jao to care for.
So Han Fei-tzu answered her seriously. “How can I teach her to be what you are?”
“All that is good in me,” said Jiang-qing, “comes from the Path. If you teach her to obey the gods, honor the ancestors, love the people, and serve the rulers, I will be in her as much as you are.”
“I would teach her the Path as part of myself,” said Han Fei-tzu.
“Not so,” said Jiang-qing. “The Path is not a natural part of you, my husband. Even with the gods speaking to you every day, you insist on believing in a world where everything can be explained by natural causes.”
“I obey the gods.” He thought, bitterly, that he had no choice; that even to delay obedience was torture.
“But you don’t i know them. You don’t love their works.”
“The Path is to love the people. The gods we only obey.” How can I love gods who humiliate me and torment me at every opportunity?
“We love the people because they are creatures of the gods.”
“Don’t preach to me.”
Her sadness stung him like a spider. “I wish you would preach to me forever,” said Han Fei-tzu.
“You married me because you knew I loved the gods, and that love for them was completely missing from yourself. That was how I completed you.”
How could he argue with her, when he knew that even now he hated the gods for everything they had ever done to him, everything they had ever made him do, everything they had stolen from him in his life.
“Promise me,” said Jiang-qing.
He knew what these words meant. She felt death upon her; she was laying the burden of her life upon him. A burden he would gladly bear. It was losing her company on the Path that he had dreaded for so long.
“Promise that you will teach Qing-jao to love the gods and walk always on the Path. Promise that you will make her as much my daughter as yours.”
“Even if she never hears the voice of the gods?”
“The Path is for everyone, not just the godspoken.”
Perhaps, thought Han Fei-tzu, but it was much easier for the godspoken to follow the Path, because to them the price for straying from it was so terrible. The common people were free; they could leave the Path and not feel the pain of it for years. The godspoken couldn’t leave the Path for an hour.
I will. I promise.
But he couldn’t say the words out loud. He did not know why, but his reluctance was deep.
In the silence, as she waited for his vow, they heard the sound of running feet on the gravel outside the front door of the house. It could only be Qing-jao, home from the garden of Sun Cao-pi. Only Qing-jao was allowed torun and make noise during this time of hush. They waited, knowing that she would come straight to her mother’s room.
The door slid open almost noiselessly. Even Qing-jao had caught enough of the hush to walk softly when she was actually in the presence of her mother. Though she walked on tiptoe, she could hardly keep from dancing, almost galloping across the floor. But she did not fling her arms around her mother’s neck; she remembered that lesson even though the terrible bruise had faded from Jiang-qing’s face, where Qing-jao’s eager embrace had broken her jaw three months ago.
“I counted twenty-three white carp in the garden stream,” said Qing-jao.
“So many,” said Jiang-qing.
“I think they were showing themselves to me,” said Qing-jao. “So I could count them. None of them wanted to be left out.”
“Love you,” whispered Jiang-qing.
Han Fei-tzu heard a new sound in her breathy voice—a popping sound, like bubbles bursting with her words.
“Do you think that seeing so many carp means that I will be godspoken?” asked Qing-jao.
“I will ask the gods to speak to you,” said Jiang-qing.
Suddenly Jiang-qing’s breathing became quick and harsh. Han Fei-tzu immediately knelt and looked at his wife. Her eyes were wide and frightened. The moment had come.
Her lips moved. Promise me, she said, though her breath could make no sound but gasping.
“I promise,” said Han Fei-tzu.
Then her breathing stopped.
“What do the gods say when they talk to you?” asked Qing-jao.
“Your mother is very tired,” said Han Fei-tzu. “You should go out now.”
“But she didn’t answer me. What do the gods say?”
“They tell secrets,” said Han Fei-tzu. “No one who hears will repeat them.”
Qing-jao nodded wisely. She took a step back, as if to leave, but stopped. “May I kiss you, Mama?”
“Lightly on the cheek,” said Han Fei-tzu.
Qing-jao, being small for a four-year-old, did not have to bend very far at all to kiss her mother’s cheek. “I love you, Mama.”
“You’d better leave now, Qing-jao,” said Han Fei-tzu.
“But Mama didn’t say she loved me too.”
“She did. She said it before. Remember? But she’s very tired and weak. Go now.”
He put just enough sternness in his voice that Qing-jao left without further questions. Only when she was gone did Han Fei-tzu let himself feel anything but care for her. He knelt over Jiang-qing’s body and tried to imagine what was happening to her now. Her soul had flown and was nowalready in heaven. Her spirit would linger much longer; perhaps her spirit would dwell in this house, if it had truly been a place of happiness for her. Superstitious people believed that all spirits of the dead were dangerous, and put up signs and wards to fend them off. But those who followed the Path knew that the spirit of a good person was never harmful or destructive, for their goodness in life had come from the spirit’s love of making things. Jiang-qing’s spirit would be a blessing in the house for many years to come, if she chose to stay.
Yet even as he tried to imagine her soul and spirit, according to the teachings of the Path, there was a cold place in his heart that was certain that all that was left of Jiang-qing was this brittle, dried-up body. Tonight it would burn as quickly as paper, and then she would be gone except for the memories in his heart.
Jiang-qing was right. Without her to complete his soul, he was already doubting the gods. And the gods had noticed—they always did. At once he felt the unbearable pressure to do the ritual of cleansing, until he was rid of his unworthy thoughts. Even now they could not leave him unpunished. Even now, with his wife lying dead before him, the gods insisted that he do obeisance to them before he could shed a single tear of grief for her.
At first he meant to delay, to put off obedience. He had schooled himself to be able to postpone the ritual for as long as a whole day, while hiding all outward signs of his inner torment. He could do that now—but only by keeping his heart utterly cold. There was no point in that. Proper grief could come only when he had satisfied the gods. So, kneeling there, he began the ritual.
He was still twisting and gyrating with the ritual when a servant peered in. Though the servant said nothing, Han Fei-tzu heard the faint sliding of the door and knew what the servant would assume: Jiang-qing was dead, and Han Fei-tzu was so righteous that he was communing with the gods even before he announced her death to the household. No doubt some would even suppose that the gods had come to take Jiang-qing, since she was known for her extraordinary holiness. No one would guess that even as Han Fei-tzu worshiped, his heart was full of bitterness that the gods would dare demand this of him even now.
O Gods, he thought, if I knew that by cutting off an arm or cutting out my liver I could be rid of you forever, I would seize the knife and relish the pain and loss, all for the sake of freedom.
That thought, too, was unworthy, and required even more cleansing. It was hours before the gods at last released him, and by then he was too tired, too sick at heart to grieve. He got up and fetched the women to prepare Jiang-qing’s body for the burning.
At midnight he was the last to come to the pyre, carrying a sleepy Qing-jao in his arms. She clutched in her hands the three papers she had written for her mother in her childish scrawl. “Fish,” she had written, and “book”and “secrets.” These were the things that Qing-jao was giving to her mother to carry with her into heaven. Han Fei-tzu had tried to guess at the thoughts in Qing-jao’s mind as she wrote those words. i Fish because of the carp in the garden stream today, no doubt. And i book—that was easy enough to understand, because reading aloud was one of the last things Jiang-qing could do with her daughter. But why i secrets? What secrets did Qing-jao have for her mother? He could not ask. One did not discuss the paper offerings to the dead.
Han Fei-tzu set Qing-jao on her feet; she had not been deeply asleep, and so she woke at once and stood there, blinking slowly. Han Fei-tzu whispered to her and she rolled her papers and tucked them into her mother’s sleeve. She didn’t seem to mind touching her mother’s cold flesh—she was too young to have learned to shudder at the touch of death.
Nor did Han Fei-tzu mind the touch of his wife’s flesh as he tucked his own three papers into her other sleeve. What was there to fear from death now, when it had already done its worst?
No one knew what was written on his papers, or they would have been horrified, for he had written, “My body,” “My spirit,” and “My soul.” Thus it was that he burned himself on Jiang-qing’s funeral pyre, and sent himself with her wherever it was she was going.
Then Jiang-qing’s secret maid, Mu-pao, laid the torch onto the sacred wood and the pyre burst into flames. The heat of the fire was painful, and Qing-jao hid herself behind her father, only peeking around him now and then to watch her mother leave on her endless journey. Han Fei-tzu, though, welcomed the dry heat that seared his skin and made brittle the silk of his robe. Her body had not been as dry as it seemed; long after the papers had crisped into ash and blown upward into the smoke of the fire, her body still sizzled, and the heavy incense burning all around the fire could not conceal from him the smell of burning flesh. That is what we’re burning here: meat, fish, carrion, nothing. Not my Jiang-qing. Only the costume she wore into this life. That which made that body into the woman that I loved is still alive, i must still live. And for a moment he thought he could see, or hear, or somehow i feel the passage of Jiang-qing.
Into the air, into the earth, into the fire. I am with you.
XENOCIDE Copyright © 1991 by Orson Scott Card
Table of Contents
1 - A PARTING,
2 - A MEETING,
3 - CLEAN HANDS,
4 - JANE,
5 - THE LUSITANIA FLEET,
6 - VARELSE,
7 - SECRET MAID,
8 - MIRACLES,
9 - PINEHEAD,
10 - MARTYR,
11 - THE JADE OF MASTER HO,
12 - GREGO'S WAR,
13 - FREE WILL,
14 - VIRUS MAKERS,
15 - LIFE AND DEATH,
16 - VOYAGE,
17 - ENDER'S CHILDREN,
18 - THE GOD OF PATH,
TOR BOOKS BY ORSON SCOTT CARD,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I really enjoyed 'Speaker', but 'Xenocide' left me sort of disappointed in the end. 350 pages of this sizeable novel are all philosophical rambling about the Descolada and things in general. It's not that some of it isn't clearly intriguing, but it gets tiring, and quite frankly, not a lot HAPPENS in this novel to pick it up. When something DOES happen, it can be really quite spectacular--Card crafts these moments extraordinarily well--and just for these moments 'Xenocide' may be worth the read, but be prepared think about alot more in reading this novel.
This book is a good book. It picks up straight where "Speaker for the Dead" left off. I must stress, the book is rather confusing and meaningless if you haven't read the previous books. To be fair, it is a bit slow at times and may be confusing if you don't pay attention to the book and the concepts explained/proposed. Another thing is that you must keep an open mind to that which Card writes. He expresses philosophical concepts that may seem impossible and probably are. But that's okay, it's fiction. If you want science fiction that fits all of the perameters of known science you should give up searching for it. You will never find it. The point of science fiction is to surpass the limits of all known science and to stretch to the farthest corners of your imagination. Who cares if his fiction is unlikely? Was not Columbus's idea that the Earth was rounded rejected by many? -Demosthenes
This book is the third in a series of 4. But it is arguable that there are more and there are but here not the main 4. In the series there is Enders Game, Speaker for the dead (3000 years after the first one), Xenocide, Children of the mind. There ones only going to be three but the last one were too long and he has to split it into two. In no doubt in my mind that he is my favorite author. I loved it, although I do like all of the books in this is my favorite. It is my favorite because it has the most in-depth of them all. The reason it does it because it has the main climax of all the stories. So in this they haft to find out how to fix their main problems. How they do this is what makes it so great. How he can think of all this and make it believable is what makes him such an amazing. Even thought this book was written many years ago I think that it has such advance technology in it that it could be believable today. Not crap that would be pointless and stupid he puts things in his books that would make seams and would be applicable today. But I do haft to argue that people wouldn't like this because it is very confusing and it makes you think a lot and people just like simple books. That's what makes it so great in my opinion because it is a challenge to me and it gets me to use my imagination in ways that I never have before. So to cap it all I loved this book and I hope you will too after you read all the first books otherwise it will make no sense.
It has taken me a long time to come up with my final review of this book for you guys. Finally though, I've got it. So here goes: This book shows not only useful life lessons, advanced knowledge, and an amazing story, but is constantly making the reader want- no, have- to keep going. But many books are like this, as you notice. This however, was in a different way. Oh yes, it keeps on your toes, wondering about what's to happen next, just like a normal book. But this entire series is going to stay with you all your life, i promise. And this book is where that really comes out. So if i and a majority of others were so fascinated by this wonderful book, does that mean its comepletely flawless? No. Never. This book was probably the slowest and most confusing and avanced book of the ender series. I am inclined to believe that the majority of this vocabulary is for college students. However, if you are willing enough to understand this book, and if you truly love it, you will make sure you get something from it, learn from it. So overall, this book is highly reccomended to readers of all ages... if you think you're up to it. ;) :DDDDDDD
I have read Enders Game and Speaker for the Dead. Xenocide is the rest of speaker for the dead. It picks up right where Speaker left off and is so far I've enjoyed it equally as well as the prior. If the overview of this story makes you curious read Speaker for the dead first it will make a lot more sense. You don't HAVE to read Enders Game that one can stand alone. These two Speaker and Xenocide are part one and part two of a story...
It's certainly not as good as the first two books. The story is still cohesive, but it pales compared to the previous two books. So, honestly, this rating only reflects it's value against the other books in the series, thus far. It's not my favorite in the series.
Hi, my pen name is Dipilodorkus and i love books. This is a series that i personaly read when i was a child and as to be expected i did not realy get some of the realy deep and detaild sections of this series but i was still thouroly entertaind by it. It wasnt until ten years later that i picked up these books again and truely READ them and realised how deep and wonderfull this series is. I recomend this book and the other three too any and all book lovers on this earth who enjoy a good story. May you live in peace. - Dipilodorkus
I actually really enjoyed this book. There are parts that don't live up to the typical "Ender's Game" standards, but the book makes up for that by for the first time really going in depth about the philosophical and moral issues presented by the series. Card also manages to keep alive his recurring theme of an off-world impending military assault closing in on Ender. Card knows how to keep me interested. At points I found myself staying up until 4 in the morning because I couldn't put the book down. I recommend this book, and this series for that matter, to anyone who can read. It's just that good.
I read this book but it gets really deep, if you can understand what I am saying. This is not a action packed story. Lots of into the character's minds along with the Queen and the piggies.
Although the author says each book stands alone, I find it really helps to read the series in order. Xenocide is a natural follow-on to Ender's Game, but there are books in between. I found the book fascinating from an anthropological perspective, and certainly a good read.
It's been years since I first read this--back when this was the most recent Ender novel. Since then I learned more than I ever wanted to know about Orson Scott Card's beliefs. That has affected my reread. I found with Ender's Game I was struck here and there with things I could see displaying his worldview, but the propulsive action of the story made me zip past and enjoy anyway. With the second book, Speaker for the Dead I was reading a lot of his philosophy into the novel and feeling it tainted with experience. Yet, with Xenocide I found it didn't matter anymore to me what Card believes. I love this book. I love his writing. Strange really, because my memory of my reaction the first time around was that Ender's Game was the strongest of the three. It certainly was the strongest in my memory--I remembered a lot of the incidents of the first book, and none of the next two, yet after a reread I found this as strong in its way as the first book.I love philosophical books, ones that make you think, yet by and large I hate polemic, feeling as if a book has an agenda. It can be a very hard line to toe in fiction--having something to say without feeling like the writer is preaching to the reader. Card does this beautiful job of creating thinking creatures that truly feel alien and are great foils for humans, and in creating characters and societies so integrated with the plot, it all feels so organic. Xenocide deals with some sophisticated concepts in physics, metaphysics, and theology but the dialogue never feels infodumpy or like a speech to me or the events like allegory, because it comes straight out the heart of the plot and characters, and their efforts to survive. Speaker of the Dead dealt with Lusitania, home of the only other known sentient species, the technologically primitive "piggies" where Ender has now resurrected a previously extinct sentient species known as the "buggers" with whom mankind had been at war. The Starways Congress is sending a weapon that will wipe out both sentient species--and stopping them means exposing yet another intelligence to destruction, Jane, who started as a computer program and seems to live in the spaces of a faster than light internet. The primary opponent of Lusitania, in service of Congress, is the plant "Path." Path is ethnically Chinese and devoted to Taoism and its people reveres the Gang of Four. The path is described as: "First the gods. Second the ancestors. Third the People. Fourth the rulers. Last the self." Without elaborating, I can tell you that's inimical to my own beliefs, so it amazed me how Card got me to feel sympathy for the culture, then twisting and reversing a lot of my expectations, both about the society and the characters--and certainly Han Qing-jao is one of the most tragic figures I've read in science fiction. One negative note on a technicality--my trade paperback 1991 edition was filled with typos, though it didn't keep me from enjoying the novel.I've found that since I first read this, there is a fourth novel, which is fitting when I consider how much is left unresolved at the end of this book--Children of the Mind. I'll certainly be looking it up.*SPOILERS AHEAD*Incidentally, I'm wondering if "Peter" is really as evil as Ender thinks at the end of this novel--especially given the hint of the sequel's title. After all, he was created out of what Ender wanted, even if subconsciously. Maybe he created Peter, because after all he knew there was a role only Peter could play in the work that still needed to be done--as Peter said, there was some shaking up in human government that needed doing, and Peter has the qualities to do it--maybe even qualities Ender doesn't admit to.Also, I have to add that I do end up rather despising Novinha--she raises all my hackles as someone raised Catholic against all in the religion I see wrong and inimical to human happiness. And that if Ender can't divorce her, I wish he could g
Once again Card delves into the question of what makes a sentient species worth communicating with. He paints a pretty good picture of the human psyche and how people with different backgrounds can view the same information yet arrive at radically different conclusions. Though most of this views on religious life tend to be negative, he still is careful to not paint anyone of his characters in a one dimensional light. All in all, I think this is a very insightful look into human nature, and though set in a Science Fiction background, I would say this is more of a moral tale. Another masterpiece by one of Science Fictions greatest authors.
I didn't love Xenocide as much as the first two in the series. The conflict build-up is engaging, and there's some interesting philosophical dilemmas, but the ultimate resolution feels pretty heavy-handed. I still enjoyed the book overall, but unlike Ender's Game, I would be hesitant to recommend Xenocide to non-sci-fi readers.
This installment is fascinating for its study of the characters. Both of the alien species, the humans, and the computer become complex and real. Other worlds are developed to very good levels and it keeps you turning the pages.
That's it, I'm done. The series started with a bang and has reached a yawn. I won't bother to keep going.
The third book in the Ender Wiggin saga was not originally intended to involve Ender at all, and it kind of shows. Most of the story revolves around a couple "god-spoken" denizens of the Chinese-ish world of Path, who believe the gods tell them what to do in between demands for absurd and humiliating purification rituals. The characters are generally either uninteresting or unlikeable, but Card's writing is good enough that it isn't too tiresome. However, the metaphysical, philosophical, and religious discussions get old, and too often Card falls into the trap that ensnares so many male SF/F writers: making women self-righteous harpies in lieu of actually giving them personalities. Ella alone escapes this fate, though that may be due to her lack of romantic interests. While I enjoyed the more in-depth discussion of the descolada virus and Jane's origins, I could have done without Ender's unrealistic marital problems and the deus ex machina of "outside." (Those who have read the book will know what I mean.) I sincerely hope the next (and once last) book in the series, Children of the Mind, will bring some closure to the ridiculously tangled story going on here. Otherwise I'll probably wish I'd stopped after Speaker for the Dead.
A continuation of Ender Wiggin's adventures. The first half of the book keeps the tension up as the humans, piggies, and buggers try to save Lusitania. The last part of the book however just seems to pitter out to an almost anti-climactic finish.
It took me awhile to get into this one. Card sets up three different scenarios and it seemed to take forever to get them to link. When they finally did, he developed a significant plot twist at the end of the book that was left unsolved. You have to read the next book for any type of absolution or closure.
Most of this book was spent with the characters exhaustively discussing viewpoints and ethics, with only one or two parts of real actions being made, and the ending was way too convenient with an easy solution to all their problems appearing all of a sudden, which made what came before almost pointless and unsatisfying.What I am trying to say is that Card used a lot of words to accomplish just very little in this book. Worth reading, though, just for the interesting ideas, and as a lead-in for the next and final book.
Xenocide is the third Ender book by Orson Scott Card. It takes place shortly after the end of Speaker for the Dead. The ansible has been disconnected from Lusitania to protect it from the Starways Congress' anger, effectively hiding the planet from unwelcome guests.The Congress calls upon its smartest people, the citizens of Path, who are brilliant, but crippled by their genetically programmed OCD. The Han family works on the problem of finding out the disappearance of Lusitania.Jane, the AI living within the ansible network, is discovered to be the culprit, and the daughter Han suggests shutting down the network, effectively killing her.Meanwhile, the humans on Lusitania, as well as the Hive Queen, must find a way to survive the local virus that destroys all life other than the indigenous, and is responsible for enabling the indigenous life to continue.The father Han, disappointed by the actions of his daughter, helps the Lusitanians develop a replacement virus. The only problem is that this virus, while a solution to the problem, is an impossible thing to make.With the greatest stroke of luck, Jane discovers "the Outside", which is basically the chaos universe parallel to our ordered one, in which all live, theoretical or otherwise, exists, and in which spatial relativity is irrelevant. Merely envision it strongly enough, and it's yours.Call it deus ex machine or thinking outside the box, the ending was what it was. Card is able to write a book that people will read. It may not be the best prose ever, but just the same, it's worth a read.Though I enjoyed this book, as I have with the other Ender books, I must admit that it did drag at time. Some books do. But nevertheless, I read every page and was pleased with what I read. So much so that I acquired the next book in the series to be read at a future time.If you're a really big fan of the Ender books, you'll probably like this. If you're an elitist who likes to complain, you'll also enjoy this book, as it will give you something to complain about.
Admittedly, it would have been hard for anything to live up to "Speaker for the Dead" (which, despite the impression it made on me, I still gave a rather stingy four stars), and unfortunately, "Xenocide" didn't do it. Although it's the longest book in the Ender Wiggin saga, it's a book in which it doesn't feel as if a lot actually happens. The characters spend most of their time arguing ideas, albeit ideas that do relate to what's happening in the plot. Although one of the things I admire most about Orson Scott Card's writing is his character development, this book is so "talky" that it feels as if many of the characters are reduced to talking heads for certain opinions. Even the world of Path, which held my fascination initially because of the way its people revered those with OCD as "god-spoken," didn't feel as if it fully "clicked" with the rest of the story, but rather simply ran parallel to it. Characters seemed to over-react to some things (Novenha blaming Ender for things he couldn't really control), while they under-reacted to others (a major character's death seemed mere fodder for advancing the plot, and not a real loss to those who loved him; another character changed his opinion so drastically and quickly in the face of new information that it stretched the bounds of believability.) Still, the end of the book brought about some interesting developments that still make me eager to read the next installment.
My favorite part of this story might not be the interactions between Ender and the people he's close to, although the ending of the book is fantastic. What keeps drawing me back to the book is the story of the people living on Path, their devotion to their gods, and how Jane unravels the mystery of it all. I sort of wish that subplot was a stand-alone story or part of its own series.
Ender's saga, 3000 years later. Good story and there are several parallels with current life, displaced by the mind of the author.
Not sure why this book doesn't get as good a rep as Speaker for the Dead or Ender's game. I didn't love the ending, but it sets up things for the next book, which gets you thinking more about those events in a deeper, connected sort of way. But Xenocide truly riveted me. This was an example of Card using philosophy and conflict at his highest level. So much going on in this book. If you like philosophy and conflict (and not in a boring way either) you will love this. If you don't, well, you're missing out.
The ever travelling Ender has finally found his roots and settled on the colony planet of Lusitania. Humans are not the only sentient species on this world. For the first time in human history, we find humans trying to live in world where they are not the only intelligent species. Piggies and buggers make up the trio of Lusitania's population. Arguably, the Descolada can be named the fourth member of this family as throughout the book, the moral dilemma of the story is what each species is willing to do with the threat of extinction at their doorstep.Externally, you have the Starways Congress looming ever closer with the ability to blow the entire planet to kingdom come and internally the threat of Descolada threatens to genetically destroy everything in comes in contact with.Humans, Buggers and Piggies, must find a way to either work together to fight against both sources of death, or they will end up fighting one other to death.