I was at the bookstore the other day and happened to notice a display for "The Next Chapter of Orson Scott Card’s Award-Winning “Ender Saga!” Evidently there’s now five or eight books in the series. Now I had read Ender’s Game back when it first came out, but the memory was hazy; so I dredged the old Tor paperback out of storage and gave it another read. Doing so confirmed my earlier impression:
Ender’s Game is a really, really bad book.
But apparently I’m the only one who thinks so. A quick search of the board (orson scott card ender’s game) turns up about three pages of threads with titles like, “Top Ten Sci-Fi Must-Reads,” “Top 100 Favorite Fictional Characters,” “Top 100 Novels of the 20th Century”(!), etc. So I may be sticking my face in the fan, so to speak, when I ask: What is it about this book? For crying out loud, the goofiness starts on the freaking title page! I mean, consider:
**1. In the story, humanity is involved in interstellar war, which we are trying to bring to an end.
- The main character’s name is “Ender.”**
Now, honestly, what kind of crap is that? If I were to write a story about a world ravaged by plague, and the plot centered around the search for a miracle cure, I would expect to be justly mocked if I named my protagonist “Miraculous J. Cureall.” How does Card get away with it?
Some other immediately apparent flaws:
The Enemy. They’re called “Buggers,” because, you see, they’re bugs. In fact, an insect species with a telepathic hive-mind; a startlingly original concept, provided you ignore every other sci-fi story ever written.
Inconsistent Use of Established Technology. As, for example: Ender’s training is supervised and guided by computer, including the manipulation of complex symbolic imagery, so we can assume that the program has an extraordinary grasp of the human mind. In other words, it can think like a human, only faster and better. So, what do they need Ender for in the first place? Couldn’t the computer fight their war for them? Or would this be cheating somehow?
The Ending. …And what an ending. Granted, there was probably a time when “It wasn’t just a game” wasn’t a horrible sci-fi cliche. For all I know, this could be the first story to ever use this device, although I would tend to doubt it. Regardless, it’s still a pretty lousy ending. He defeats the enemy and wins the war…without even realizing it! Bet all those dead Space Marines from the First Invasion are feeling pretty stupid right about now.
I could go on; the oddly self-contradictory future social system, the ludicrous improbabilities…and throughout it all, the author never really manages to sell the notion that Ender Wiggin is somehow the last, best hope for mankind. On some level, Card seems to realize this, and so throws in a lot of intercut dialogue of the Powers That Be, discussing how dreadfully, direly important this one kid is. It doesn’t help.
Granted, the book is not uniformly awful, and it does have its prescient moments. I would venture to say that Card was the first science fiction author to predict that advanced computer technology would be used by children to draw images of comically large genitalia, and he deserves credit for that, if for nothing else. Also, some of the actual training scenes are vaguely interesting, in that they seem to describe the problems of zero-g combat in a fairly convincing manner.
So it’s not the worst book ever written, but it’s not really very good either. What, then, is its appeal? How did this three-legged dog of a novel manage to walk off with both the Nebula and the Hugo award? Did every other author take that year off, or what?
Seriously, though, I would like to know what it is about this book that makes it worth reading for other people. I suspect that there’s more here than meets my eye, but darned if I can figure out what it is.