Who Goes There?

While he didn’t write bestsellers, Damon Knight had a pretty substantial impact on the direction American SF would take in the ‘60s, as author, critic, and especially editor. He started out as a critic in the ‘40s—one of the first serious book reviewers in the field—before trying his luck at short fiction. After all, a critic who can practice the art he criticizes has more legitimacy—at least to cranky writers who can’t take criticism. But Knight was pretty good at the short story thing, and nowadays that might be what he’s most known for, although his Orbit series of original anthologies was seminal in promoting the New Wave.

In the ‘40s and start of thr ‘50s Knight wrote some memorable shorts that very much operated in the O. Henry mode (see “To Serve Man”), but as the ‘50s progressed he grew more ambitious. “The Earth Quarter” struck me as maybe being a more substantial effort from Knight—an assumption that proved correct. This is one of the best SF novellas from the ‘50s that I’ve read, not just from the ingenuity of its plot but its depth of character and subtlety of implication. Knight gets a remarkable amount of work done in just under 20,000 words while also giving us one of the few truly anti-Campbellian narratives at a time when readers still treated John W. Campbell like he worked miracles. It’s a subversive and nasty little piece of work, but it reflects a humanism that was not too common in magazine SF then.

Despite its outstanding quality “The Earth Quarter” is a fairly obscure novella, which is why I was stunned to find that I’m not even the first person this month to have reviewed it. James Wallace Harris covered “The Earth Quarter” exactly a week ago for his site, in succinct and enlightening fashion. With that said, he did call it an immensely cynical work and I don’t think “cynical” is the right word here. I do think Knight wants to believe in the good of humanity, but, at least in this story, humanity’s optics are quite bad. It’s a story about the futility of racial supremacy—explicitly human supremacy and, more implicitly, white supremacy.

Placing Coordinates

First published in the January 1955 issue of If, which is on the Archive. Knight later expanded “The Earth Quarter” into a longer novella, “The Sun Saboteurs,” and you’re more likely to find that longer version in book form—made more confusing because that longer version would also be printed under the original (and better) title. Good news is that if you wanna read the original you can do it free and easy on Project Gutenberg, since apparently Knight cared little enough for the original version to let it fall out of copyright. “The Earth Quarter” being in the public domain actually gives me a fun idea, as I will eventually explain.

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First a word about the circumstances under which this review is being written. It’s Saturday the 9th as I’m writing this and my laptop is still at the repair shop; therefore I’ve had to work on this site via suboptimal means. Unfortunately I don’t have the leisure to write to my heart’s content here, which is a shame because a lot can be said about “The Earth Quarter” and I’ll have to keep things concise—by my standards. I know that won’t mean much if you know me.

Anyway…

Good news: Mankind has not only voyaged out to the stars but come into contact with multiple intelligent alien races. Bad news: Earth itself is now little more than a dustbowl, with those left on the planet living almost like cavemen. Those who journeyed out to space aren’t doing a whole lot better, with little pockets of humanity scattered across planets owned by more advanced alien races and relegated to ghettos. Man has come to find that he is, in fact, at the bottom of the galactic food chain, more being allowed to live on other planets than to own that right.

This brings us to one of these ghettos, the Earth Quarter, “sixteen square blocks, about the size of those of an Earth city, two thousand three hundred human beings of three races, four religions, eighteen nationalities,” under the supervision of the Niori, a docile and bug-like race who nonetheless hold a metaphorical sword over the human refugees. We only see the Niori once and they’re not directly involved in the plot really, but Knight uses them as an example of how alien life can be akin to angels in relation to humanity. This is a story about humans, but I don’t think the point would quite get across if aliens were kept totally offscreen.

We’re introduced to Laszlo Cudyk, a local trader, thoroughly middle-aged and not one to take action himself; actually he’s almost as passive a protagonist as you can get, which normally would be a negative except that Cudyk’s passiveness is very much part of his character—his internal conflict. Cudyk claims to be neutral in a deeply political situation, between those who want to continue living in the Quarter, those who want to return to Earth, and those who want war with the Galactics, but he is ultimately a man at war with himself.

As for taking sides, we have two passionate and charismatic figures, both of whom have radical visions but with very different goals. On one side we have Harkway, who wants to gather people together and rebuild a fragment of civilization on Earth, “a liberal fanatic” as Cudyk calls him—I have to suspect with a bit of irony. In the opposite corner we have “Captain” Rack, a military veteran who clings to his rank despite Earth’s Space Navy having been defunct for two decades. Rack is the story’s villain, and he and his devoted underlings wanna rebuild Earth’s capacity for war—in this case war with the aliens. Not just galactic war but, Rack hopes, extermination of what he repeatedly calls “vermin.”

Let’s stop and think about how we actually don’t have a lot of great villains in old-timey SF. Sure, you have the Mule in Foundation and Empire and Baron Harkonnen in Dune, and if you want a more recent example we have Tomas Nau in A Deepness in the Sky; but pre-2000 SF doesn’t offer much in the way of great individual baddies. SF is more keen on abstractions and systemic terrors, such as tyrannical governments (consider that Big Brother is an iconic idea, but not an actual character), than flesh-and-blood people as antagonists. Had “The Earth Quarter” been a novel I think people would recall Rack as one of the great SF villains, because he such a delicious piece of shit.

Rack is a Jack London-esque figure in that he is charismatic, courageous, larger-than-life, a stone-cold adventurer—and also a violent racist. (London himself thought it a swell idea if whites could exterminate the Chinese and take their land.) Had Rack been in a story written for Astounding he would very likely be the protagonist, but here Knight shows us what a mad bastard like Rack would sound like from an outsider’s perspective. And yet, as Cudyk notes, Rack is technically not without redeeming qualities, for while he is several things, he is certainly not a coward. What makes him an effective villain is that while he is delusional and a genocidal maniac, he can also convince people to do his bidding—even murder those he deems his enemies.

Not that Knight was opposed to submitting to Astounding, as he did just that several times, but it’s clear that it was far from his go-to outlet and that this likely had to do with his ideological opposition to Campbell, who by the ‘50s had only become more of a reactionary. Astounding sort of leaned conservative really since its inception, but that conservatism became more pronounced when left-leaning alternatives (namely Galaxy and F&SF) entered the field, so that with exceptions it gained a reputation as a right-wing stronghold. “The Earth Quarter” reads like a reaction to a specific brand of SF that appealed to Campbell, that being SF which was overtly pro-human and/or pro-military. This reads as obvious now, but it must’ve been doubly so for those in the know at the time. The meaning behind Rack’s characterization is hard to misconstrue.

So the inciting incident of “The Earth Quarter” is Harkway making a speech about his vision for the future at what amounts to a town hall meeting, with Rack and his goons waiting in the wings. Cudyk and Seu, the “mayor” of the Quarter, try to keep Harkway from putting himself at risk, but it’s implied that Harkway has a death wish—that he wants to become a martyr for his cause. He almost gets what he wants, but one of Rack’s goons, in a moment of conflicting loyalties, spares him—if only tenporarily. Hours letter, Cudyk finds Harkway, slain, his face literally in the gutter. Denied a public death, Harkway’s absence allows Rack to make his move.

Before I get to spoilers I do have a few more notes to make, including a couple negative criticisms. Just some quibbles. At one point early on Knight describes one of the Chinese characters in racist language, which is a little puzzling since Knight was not a racist and he would’ve been well aware of how East-Asians have historically been denigrated as akin to rats, never mind that it slightly muddies the story’s anti-racism message. There are also no active female characters, with the single woman of any plot relevance, Kathy Burgess, only getting a line or two in and more acting as symbolism than as a character. This is a far-future tale, but gender relations are still very much of the ‘50s and the men are the people who get to do things.

On a more positive note, while descriptions of the Quarter are sparse, Knight crams in a few telling details, such as signs being in both English and Mandarin since the first humans to live in the Quarter were Chinese. While the main characters are mostly white, Knight makes it clear that this is a multi-ethnic community where people are stuck in the same boat. You could expand this short novella into something longer, as Knight would do eventually, but aside from fleshing out side characters I don’t think expansion would improve it much. This is a tightly packed narrative that knows its limitations and works almost like a stage play, which got me thinking…

Harris said that “The Earth Quarter” could work as an old-school film noir, and on a moderate budget since we stay in more or less the same location the whole time and there’s very little action. I agree, but I would go one step farther and say “The Earth Quarter” could be very feasibly adapted for the stage, to such an extent the novella as-is almost reads like a play written in prose already. Aside from Cudyk’s internal monologuing (which admittedly does add a lot to the narrative, but that can be worked around) you would lose nothing substantial by setting the action on a stage.

There Be Spoilers Here

I’m not a fan of the title “The Sun Saboteurs,” for one because it gives the vague impression that this is an action narrative, which it’s not; but it also hints at a plot development that becomes the story’s crisis point. Rack, having gathered enough followers and off-world connections via the black market, hopes to sneak off-planet and lead a fleet of human ships on what would surely amount to a suicide run. That Rack wants ti do battle with the Galactics is not even the worst part—it’s the fact that he has a nuclear weapon, a “hydrogen-lithium” bomb that, if thrown into a sun, would spark a chain reaction and kill a whole solar system.

The sun-bombing plot is the closest the novella gets to pulpy, and yeah, it’s a bit silly, but as a takedown of Campbellian militarism it makes sense. There’s realistically no way that Rack can restore humanity’s supposed former glory by doing this, but that’s not gonna stop him from taking down billions of intelligent beings with him. Luckily the plot is foiled as not only is the human fleet outgunned, but the Galactics have deployed nonlethal means which the humans could not have anticipated. We’re told all this after the fact, in a rather lengthy expository monologue from Rack. It’s clumsy, but if taken as part of a dramatic play it makes more sense to have us told about this far-off action than to be shown it.

The defeated and battered Rack will not stay down for long, though, and in a last ditch effort he tries recruiting men in the Quarter. The men have none of it. Rack almost gets away, but in a moment of stark conscience Cudyk finally makes a firm decisions and throws himself in Rack’s way, preventing his escape from the mob—and guaranteeing a violent death.

Upon regaining consciousness, Cudyk gets updated by Seu on the mob quite literally tearing Rack apart, and it’s implied that despite his civil demeanor Seu was one of those who played a direct part in Rack’s lynching. “There was a thin film of blood on the skin, and a dark line of it around each finger-nail.” Now isn’t that a lovely little nugget of show-don’t-tell? But the victory is a Pyrrhic one, as the Niori are evidently disgusted by the lynching and order the Quarter shut down, putting the humans on ships back to their ruined home world.

The ending is pretty bittersweet. Cudyk considers the irony of how, had he not been struck by conscience and stuck to his vow of neutrality, Rack would’ve very likely been taken in by the Galactics and the Quarter would’ve been allowed to persist. But then maybe this was a necessary push, for while life was possible in the Quarter, change was not. Life on Earth will be hell, but then maybe… Harkway will get what he wanted. Of course that’s an optimistic reading of the ending; it’s possible Knight intended the lights going out in the Quarter to represent a spiritual defeat for humanity.

But one can hope.

A Step Farther Out

A claim has often been made, even by people who know better, that SF was lacking in social awareness prior to a certain point in history (when that point would be is anyone’s guess), and this is obviously hyperbolic. Sure, SF—especially magazine SF—was not constantly turning out think pieces about racism and labor rights in the ‘50s, but the lack of social commentary only hits one’s nostrils if one takes everything literally; on an allegorical level there was quite a bit of social commentary going on, with a lot of left-liberal authors making their points under thin veils of symbolism and implication. With that in mind, “The Earth Quarter” succeeds as a gripping narrative, but it’s also a success as social commentary.

See you next time.