Channel
Blue
Jay
Martel
The
blurbs for this book promise serious science-fiction comedy in the
vein of Douglas Adams and Kurt Vonnegut, and while Jay Martel
generally does his literary influences justice, Channel
Blue lacks the precise
combination and balance of subtlety and absurdity that makes his
predecessors so successful and enduring. From its main character (a
middle-aged has-been screw-up) and plot (the Earth is soon to be
destroyed by aliens who no longer have a use for it) to its primary
satirical targets (reality television and the gleeful schadenfreude
it engenders), the book relies too heavily on clichés to make a
significant impact. Martel's good instincts are overwhelmed by his
tendency toward heavy-handedness, and he doesn't often display the
kind of restraint that this type of bitter, biting satire requires.
Many potentially funny plot points, supporting characters, and odd
encounters fall victim to his earnestness, though it is to the
author's credit that the book never becomes overly preachy and
remains an enjoyable experience for the duration. Still, for all of
its bright moments (make no mistake, I did laugh out loud several times
while reading the book), one gets the impression that Martel tries
just a bit too hard to make his points for the majority of them to
effectively resonate with readers.
The
result of Martel's eagerness is a book whose tone and humor are
uneven, helped little by largely unoriginal nuts and bolts elements.
While the Earth-as-reality-television conceit is a clever one, the
plot and characters suffer from a surprising lack of imagination and
development. Despite a few unexpected twists and turns in the
details, none of the narrative developments are particularly
surprising, to the point of feeling repetitive and contrived. The
book's most shocking- and, perhaps not coincidentally, its most
interesting- revelation is placed too close to its end for its
ramifications to be satisfactorily explored in either a serious or
silly context. This isn't the kind of book that I would necessarily
expect to be heavy on the moral implications of its satire, but I
can't help but feel as though Martel undersells his abilities and
ignores numerous opportunities to add depth and meaning to the book's
humor, which rests instead primarily on the surface. Channel
Blue offers quite a bit of food
for thought, but doesn't allow readers ample space in which to consider the questions it poses,
opting instead for the easier route time and again.
While
it is fair to say that I was somewhat disappointed with the book, I
should reiterate that it, like other books that may fail to fully explore and exploit
their inherent potential, still provides an enjoyable reading
experience. The characters would have benefited from more actual
development, rather than a constant barrage of untenable events that
drags them kicking and screaming into change, and the plot lacks
moments of true tension, but both are serviceable. Martel's prose is
easily digestible and, indeed, sometimes very funny. The book contains enough food for thought to sustain readers' interest even in its
duller moments, though the rewards are slim in the end. Channel Blue
may not be a truly worthy successor to the sci-fi comedians of yore,
but it is sufficiently capable at eliciting a few laughs; it is,
indeed, mostly harmless.
Grade:
B