‘Invisible Things’ is science fiction with an eye on the now

Back in 2011, I reviewed Mat Johnson’s “Pym,” a wildly entertaining seriocomic novel that revisits — and updates — Edgar Allan Poe’s enigmatic, racially charged fantasy, “The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket.” In it, an all-Black expedition to Antarctica unearths something seemingly impossible in the ice, and about which I will say no more. Just pick up a copy of this very funny, thought-provoking book.

Or better still, read Johnson’s latest, “Invisible Things,” again a work of cultural and political satire, but this time framed around an unsettling discovery on Jupiter’s moon Europa. Before we get to that, however, take a close look at the novel’s opening:

“After months in deep space conducting an intensive field study of social dynamics aboard the cryoship SS Delany, Nalini Jackson, NASAx Post-Doctorate Fellow of Applied Sociology, D.A. Sc., came to an uncomfortable conclusion: She didn’t really like people, on the whole. It was an embarrassing realization given that her life’s work was studying them.”

There’s a lot going on in these sentences, but pause for a moment over the S.S. Delany, which will later be joined by a second cryoship called the S.S. Ursula 50. What’s the point of these obvious genuflections to Samuel R. Delany and Ursula K. Le Guin, two of the most admired science fiction writers of our time? A small act of homage, obviously, but Johnson may also be signaling that in this future a person’s race and sexual identity. It takes a while before the reader learns that Nalini is Black and even longer to realize that her colleague ne Causwell is both gay and Black. These facts play virtually no role in the story. What’s really important are economic, theological and political systems and how they shape a society.

Though science fiction tends to be set in the future, it’s always fundamentally about the present. As

Nalini observes on the novel’s second page, we need space travel as a safeguard against extinction. “If humans didn’t accomplish this goal, the only unanswered question would be which combo of consequences for humanity’s collective sins would deliver the fatal blow. Climate devastation, nuclear Armageddon, systemic xenophobia, virulent partisanship, pandemics … were all strong contenders. The range of cataclysms was dazzling, but as an academic, Nalini was most impressed with humanity’s ability to embrace the delusion that everything was fine.”

All this sounds very much like Now. And yet, look again at the two passages quoted: Their casual tone, the swing of their prose, their irony are light-years away from the styles of grave Le Guin and experimental Delany. What’s more, Johnson’s knowledge of science fiction isn’t restricted to these two fashionably approved authors.

Given Johnson’s day job as a University of Oregon professor, it’s consequently tempting to employ the language of literary theory and dub “Invisible Things” an affectionate, intertextual construct. Still, awareness of echoes and borrowings merely enriches an already exciting story. During the S.S. Delany’s flyby of Europa, photography drones record an unexpected bubble shape on the moon’s surface. It can only be a bio-dome. Close-up imaging then reveals that inside there’s an actual football field.

It turns out that the inhabitants of “New Roanoke” have all been “collected” from Earth. According to officially sanctioned dogma, each citizen was chosen by God, in effect, “raptured.” Yet within this biodomed heaven, one finds all the shops, fast-food restaurants, class inequalities and political chicanery we know from Earth.

Believing it impossible to leave the dome, most people resign themselves to making as good a life there as possible. To its members, New Roanoke is “the place where the American Dream’s still alive.”

Or is it? Mysterious beings called the “Invisible Things” supply the population with food and supplies and, presumably, orchestrate the periodic collection of new arrivals. Johnson never explains these unseen entities, but they might well represent, metaphorically, any of the anti-democratic deities of modern society, whether tech monopolies, political dark money, or much social media, all of which seek covertly to control the world they move in. Whatever the case, any reference to the existence of “Invisible Things” is blasphemy, liable to bring upon you their unwanted, perhaps deadly attention.

Overall, though, simply quoting a few passages from “Invisible Things” hardly conveys its bounce and energy, though matters do grow a bit heavyhanded in the second half. At that point, a collateral plot line — which I haven’t even hinted at — leads to a major political and cultural crisis on “New Roanoke.” For a final act of pulp chutzpah, Johnson’s last page suddenly presents a melodramatic image that could have easily graced the cover of some 1940s issue of “Astounding” or “Thrilling Wonder Stories.”