The Book of Joan

I wanted to like this novel–a Joan of Arc story set in the future, in space!–much more than I actually did.

There have been catastrophic wars on Earth, and the surviving elite have “ascended” to some kind of space station called CIEL, where no one is allowed to live past age 50 and people fetishize skin grafting and body art to a bizarre degree. The leader of CIEL, Jean de Men, was one of the chief combatants in the wars, and brought people to CIEL with a vision of a new life enhanced by technology. However, CIEL is draining the ruined planet Earth of the last of its resources, and the people living on CIEL can no longer reproduce, so life there appears to be a dead end.

Christine, a 49 year old woman living on CIEL, and her old friend Trinculo, a gay man whom she has loved since childhood, get in trouble with the authorities by flouting the rules. When Trinculo is sentenced to death, Christine decides to intervene in his execution and try to spirit him back to Earth. Her defiance is bolstered by finding out that her hero, Joan of Dirt, who was supposedly executed by Jean de Men, is still alive.

Meanwhile, back on Earth.... We learn a little bit of Joan's story, how she heard the Earth singing as a young girl, became a warrior during the wars and fought viciously against Jean de Men. We learn that she is living underground with her girlhood companion and fighting a guerilla campaign against CIEL's supply lines from Earth.

There's so much here, with references to medieval art and literature, themes of environmental destruction and human fascination with technology. It's very rich. It's also brutally, grossly violent in both plot settings, Earth and CIEL. Unfortunately, aside from the violence, which is presented without any ambiguity, it can be hard to tell exactly what is happening or why it is happening. In this way it reminded me of the book The Life of Elves, by Muriel Barbery, in which you need a high tolerance for not knowing what's going on. I endured the violence because I was intrigued by the premise of the story and the richness of the content, but I am hazy on what actually happened in this book's plot.

A strange lyrical dystopia where toxins and radiation caused the only remnants of humanity to transform into hairless sexless white-skinned androgynes that live a life of surveillance on a space station above the barren and destroyed earth. (And it's only 2049). They are doomed to die out, unable to reproduce. They graft their bodies with tattooed stories of their lost love, sexuality and humanity. Yet there is hope in the form of mythical Joan, a warrior that bonded with the dirt and has power over nature.

Lush poetic writing, and an interesting setup, but the characters and plot stayed too simplistic for my taste, and ultimately I was disappointed. More abstraction and less fantasy probably would have made me like this more. Still worth it though.

I still don't know what to make of this dystopian sci-fi novel. It's a far-flung, imagined future that honors a storied past invoking Joan of Arc and medieval feminist Christine de Pizan (I had to look it up) I know nothing beyond the grade school basics when it comes to Joan of Arc but it didn't impede my enjoyment of the book at all.

This thing is bloody, violent, sexually charged and angry without being overly academic. The story is challenging to say the least, but fiercely compelling. It's completely over the top and outrageous at times, bordering on affectation but I couldn't look away. At this point I'm really just throwing adjectives at the wall in lieu of any sort of penetrating review. It's one of those books that throws you into its orbit and spits you out at the end dazed and disoriented, but its ideas have burrowed under my skin leaving me scratching at it still.

Rally wanted to like this because I love the story of Joan of Arc but unfortunately I didn't believe a word of this. I'm totally on board with necromancy and genetically-enhanced humans interfacing with walls but Lamarckian evolution? New species forming over a single generation? Humans ‘evolving' through walking over a rocky terrain for a very long time? Get outta here.

I found this book on numerous “best of” lists for 2017. While I've seen it portrayed as a “modern re-telling of the Joan of Arc story,” this classic tale is mostly tangential to the plot. It takes place in a future where humans have almost completely destroyed the earth and it's creatures. The elite ones who remain orbit in a space station like structure above the earth. Life there is strangely disconnected from sexuality and all other types of physicality. Bodies serve as canvases upon which huge flaps of skin are grafted to show social status and stories are written in a tattoo-like process.

While there is action to the plot, much of the story is the atmospheric creation of this future human existence and the building of the rebellion which threatens to topple it. For me, one who enjoys reading novels with alternative realities not too different than our own, the basic question about the world constructed is: Would I want to experience the world further by reading a sequel? The world of this novel leads me to answer “no” and thus my review is lower than it might be otherwise.

The Book of Joan starts off as one of the most prophetic, imaginative, and thought-provoking novels of the social media era. It ends far away, a genre-bending, weird thriller that at least remains thought provoking. Throughout it all, the language is rich and the story is compelling. Although the incongruous final acts managed to alienate me as a reader, I was pulled in for so much of the story and enjoyed the experience.

A reimagining of sorts of Joan of Arc, The Book of Joan is a dystopian tale of what happens when a madman becomes the world's most powerful leader. As decisions to plunder the world for a profit turn disastrous, the earth chooses a hero, Joan. Really, does this future seem so far fetched? And do these characters' reflections on the dictator Jean de Men sound the least bit foreign?

...he overtook lives, his performances increasingly more violent in form. His is a journey from opportunistic showman, to worshiped celebrity, to billionaire, to fascistic power monger. What was left? When the Wars broke out, his transformation to sadistic military leader came as no surprise.

We are what happens when the seemingly unthinkable celebrity rises to power.

If we look at history—those of us who study it, who can remember it—we understand the reason why those who come to power swiftly, amid extreme national crises, are so dangerous: during such crises, we all turn into children aching for a good father. And the truth is, in our fear and despair, we'll take any father. Even if his furor is dangerous. It's as if humans can't understand how to function without a father. Perhaps especially then, we mistake heroic agency for its dark other.

The Book of Joan

The big revelation is that a character (who in this review shall remain unnamed) is not who they have purported to be. The mask is removed and we're all suppose to gasp. Personally, I've never seen this done well in any novel and my reaction is to throw the book across the room.