I recently finished reading The Fountains of Paradise by Arthur C. Clarke. The first quarter or so of this novel is a long narrative about Sri Lanka's King Kalidasa in the 5th century. This is very important to establish a sense of history, something the novel will play around with in the ending. It's interesting how having King Kalidasa and the forlorn days of humanity at the back of your head makes the final chapters so much more potent and penetrating. It gives a sense of distance in time, of human progress and the centuries engulfing individuals while humanity at large goes on. It makes you feel small, not through any diminishment of the individual person, but by making the reader realize the enormous human enterprise we all take part of it at some capacity.
Most of the novel, concerns itself with Vannevar Morgan, a quintessential "hero engineer" type of guy and his uphill battle (literally, at points) to build a space elevator, a massive cable anchored to the Earth's surface and extending into space that allows specialized vehicles to climb into orbit using electrical power. This system is designed to provide a much cheaper and more efficient alternative to traditional rockets for transporting people and cargo to the stars. The space elevator is the central concern of the novel. Where to build it? How to build it? How does it work? What materials would be used? What properties those materials need to have in order for a project like this to be feasible? These questions and many others take the bulk of the novel.
There is a surprising amount of politics to it as well, since the best spot to build the elevator happens to be at the top of the mountain Sri Kanda, where a Buddhist monastery is located. The monks oppose the building of the space elevator in their mountain and there is a conflict which Clarke explores in the framings of science versus religion.
I did not care much for this particular debate. I am sure everybody minimally informed about such matters has heard all the anti-religion arguments we get here. It is funny how even aliens show up in order to tell humans how religious faith is a collection of logical errors.
My favorite part is definitely the last act, where the space elevator is finally built, but like all technology, brings its own share of accidents. There is a catastrophic mechanical malfunction that leaves the elevator car stranded thousands of kilometers above the ground. To make matters worse, the life support systems begin to fail, and a severe storm is brewing at the base of the tower on Sri Kanda.
Morgan takes it upon himself to carry out the rescue. It is very tense, technically interesting and there is an emotional charge there that I really enjoyed.
Finally there is an epilogue, connecting the far future with the far past of humanity. Perhaps one of the most powerful images I have ever read in science fiction happens here. An alien emissary sitting on the ancient throne of King Kalidasa, talking to children about humanity's ancient past. It doesn't seem like much but one must go through the novels to witness all its lights finally culminating on this chapter.
These kids were not born on Earth, which is currently going through an Ice Age. There's a very powerful sense of "humanity has left its cradle" here, an idea that always concerned Clarke deeply, and you can see this concern popping up in pretty much all his novels. But beyond that, there is a sense of purpose that suddenly pervades human history when you connect those two points: the alien and the ruins of Kalidasa's throne room. Haunting and beautiful. In my opinion one of his best endings.