In the final chapter of The Stone Sky, Hoa tells a story. Intrigued? Then itâ€™s time for Mark to finish The Broken Earth.Â
Trigger Warning: For discussion of slavery, grief, and death
Iâ€™m not ashamed of how emotional things make me anymore. And really, after the experience of reading that one chapter of The Shepherdâ€™s Crown earlier this year, I feel like I could do ANYTHING. Iâ€™m happy that I donâ€™t feel shame about being an emotional person! Given my upbringing? It feels like the greatest gift of all. Iâ€™m free of that.
So thereâ€™s nothing that makes me hesitate to tell yâ€™all that this just fucked me up. Itâ€™s a beautiful, fitting ending to this trilogy, and it also struck a sad nerve in me.
Iâ€™ll explain why, but first, I want to talk about the meaning of the first half of the coda. As I had said in recent reviews, Essunâ€™s solution to the Seasons and to the terrible war unfolding between humans, stone eaters, and Earth was to offer recompense and healing to Earth. By returning the Moon, even if the immediate, ongoing Season got worse, ideally, they could begin repairing the Stillness. But this still required work. It was not a fix-everything-at-once solution. No, it was just the beginning. I think that is a vital point to make in a series about a world so broken that some people truly believe that the best option is to throw it all away. Understandably believe, I should say! Because at no point did I not get why some factions wanted destruction. I understood Nassun; I also understood Steel.Â
And yet, in the aftermath of her choice, Nassun has to deal with the ramifications of what sheâ€™s done. Her mother is dead, and she canâ€™t deny that Essun wouldnâ€™t have died like this if it wasnâ€™t for her. Essun was always planning to die, and I braced myself for this reality. But dying while climbing towards her daughter, uttering her name for the last time? Thatâ€™s heavy. So yes, this whole coda is dripping in grief. The loss of Essun. The loss of Schaffa, who passes during the time that the stone eaters negotiate with Earth. The loss of an end for the stone eaters. Because I see grief in Steel/Remwha, who so desperately wanted an end to a life that had none.Â
Even in that, there is transformation. In grief and sadness and loss, there is the chance to change. To grow. To imagine something else. With the stone eaters, that starts here:
He says: â€œI only wanted it to end.â€
Gaewhaâ€”Antimony, whateverâ€”says, â€œThat isnâ€™t what we were made for.â€Â
He turns his head, slowly, to look at her. It is tiring just to watch him do this. Stubborn fool. There is the despair of ages on his face, all because he refuses to admit that thereâ€™s more than one way to be human.
Gaewha offers a hand. â€œWe were made to make the world better.â€
And if you look back at what happened that inspired Earth to create the stone eatersâ€¦ Gaewha isnâ€™t exactly wrong, right? The world had sunk to such a low place, and Earth lashed out. So, thereâ€™s a choice. There is always a choice. So the stone eaters choose differently. They go down to Earth in the core and offer both a sign that they will do things differentlyâ€”by returning the moon and destroy all the obelisks but onyxâ€”in exchange for the beginning of peace. Earth, on the other hand, finally lets all those countless souls go.
Itâ€™s a start.
Thatâ€™s all that it takes, right?
Which Nassun doesnâ€™t quite understand. To be fair to her, her grief over the loss of her mother becomes the grief she has over the loss of Schaffa, who dies by the time Hoa returns to her. So when she finds out what the stone eaters negotiated, she isnâ€™t really relieved. What practical application does that have to her life? She canâ€™t use orogeny again, lest she turn to stone herself. If humans need to cooperate to survive the Season thatâ€™s still unfolding, how the hell is Nassun or any orogene ever supposed to undo this system? Wonâ€™t people just go back to what they were? How the world was?
And then holy shit, Hoa delivers one of the best moments in the series, a brilliant condemnation of the Stillness and of our world in the process:
â€œImprisonment of orogenes was never the only option for ensuring the safety of society.â€ I pause deliberately, and she blinks, perhaps remembering that orogene parents are perfectly capable of raising orogene children without disaster. â€œLynching was never the only option. The nodes were never the only option. All of these were choices. Different choices have always been possible.â€
First of all, that reference to Essunâ€¦ OUCH. But in this, thereâ€™s a callback to Meov, right? Wasnâ€™t that an entire culture that figured out a different choice? But even more powerful is the stated truth: There was always another choice. All of these things were not simply the way of the world, no matter how stridently a person claims that is the case. In our world, we can choose an existence without the police. Without jails or prisons. Without state-sanctioned violence and extrajudicial executions. Without war. Without imperialism. Without lynching. ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE A CHOICE.Â
And Nassun has choices before her. Can she imagine a new future?
â€œOrogeny,â€ I say, sharply so she will pay attention, â€œwas never the only way to change the world.â€
Jemisin does not give answers. She does not spell out how this change will happen. Indeed, when she finally brings us to the explanation for the entire framing device for this entire trilogy, this is still about possibility. Because Hoa has been telling Essunâ€”not Essun the human, but Essun the stone eaterâ€”how she lived and what she went through so that she could have an understanding as she moved forward. This wasnâ€™t to mold her into the same person. Essun the human? Sheâ€™s gone forever. Thereâ€™s no getting her back. As Hoa states:Â
There is always loss, with change.
There is more.Â
And weâ€™ve reached the part that was so hard to read, because Iâ€™m still dealing with loss.
You say, in an echo of the voice you once had, â€œWhat is it that you want?â€
â€œOnly to be with you,â€ I say.
I adjust myself to a posture of humility, with head bowed and one hand over my chest. â€œBecause that is how one survives eternity,â€ I say, â€œor even a few years. Friends. Family. Moving with them. Moving forward.â€Â
There have been times when this pandemic felt like an eternity. I think most of us thought that March lasted five thousand years. But it all had a particular sting for me because I was alone. My roommate was quarantining elsewhere, I was by myself in a brand new apartment that Iâ€™d moved into forty days prior, and I had no friends in the neighborhood.
And every day, it was not lost on me that the love of my life was dead and not there with me.
The biggest thingâ€”of many things, trust meâ€”that Iâ€™ve had to learn this year is how to be alone again. Only literally, though. Because Iâ€™m not actually alone. Grief is an isolating force, but as Iâ€™ve fought my way forward, Iâ€™ve strengthened friendships I do have, that grief and depression made me not see. Still, itâ€™s hard, because I do think some parts of this nightmare would have been easier to swallow if Iâ€™d just had someone by my side. I thought about past relationships while reading this, and itâ€™s true that I suffered and persevered while in those, too, and thereâ€™s something beautiful about having someone you can turn to in a really intimate way when shit gets rough.Â
But there are other ways to love.
Other ways to feel fulfilled.
Other choices available to me.
Iâ€™ve spent most of this year learning to be. Not just alone, but to exist as a whole person outside of a relationship, both one that I thought would last for the rest of my life (but obviously didnâ€™t) and one that I thought changed me so much that I would never be whole again. Itâ€™s not true. As the world has further pitched into a nightmare, Iâ€™ve found new friends and old ones. I found my family. And Iâ€™m doing my best to move forwards.
So I cried reading this and the acknowledgments, too. Guess I was right, then, about some of the source of this trilogy. But I also cried because Iâ€™m writing this just two days from the closing of polls in my country, in which the US will either begin to reject fascism or will welcome it with open arms.Â
I donâ€™t want to be patient. I donâ€™t want to imagine a world without choices.Â
Letâ€™s get to it.
Because weâ€™ve all got work to do.
- wait WHAT IS THAT OPENING.Â
- wait did hoa
- DID HOA MAKE A STONE EATER OUT OF ESSUN AFTER ALL
- lmao tonkee I LOVE IT
- oh my god the moon is waning!!!
- the niess. holy shit. itâ€™s DONE
- â€œThat isnâ€™t whatâ€™s going to kill him.â€ FUCK.
- holy shit, hoa meeting with Steel
- â€œWe were made to make the world betterâ€ AHHHH OH MY GOD
- oh my god all the original tuners on the moon are here!!!
- the negotiation is happening I AM OVERWHELMED
- OH MY GOD
- FORTY THOUSAND YEARS
- EARTH LET THE SOULS GO
- months. MONTHS PASSED
- okay the wildflowers in the handâ€¦ I started crying again
- I did not think I would reach a point where I felt sad about schaffa dying
- but here we are
- oh wow. nassun canâ€™t use orogeny again without further turning to stone. I forgot that detail
- as;dlfjkda;fklj just because itâ€™s horrible doesnâ€™t make it less true. DAMN, HOA.
- ALL. OF. THESE. WERE. CHOICES. YES. YES. FUCK ANYONE WHO SAYS ENSLAVEMENT HAD TO HAPPEN
- OH MY GOD
- THE FORMAT OF THIS WHOLE FUCKING SERIES
- HOA IS TELLING IT ALL TO ESSUN
- TO KEEP HER TOGETHER
- TO PRODUCE A STONE EATER VERSION OF HER
- Iâ€™M CRYING AGAIN
- ESSUN, BORN AGAIN
- Because that is how one survives eternity
- I canâ€™t
- â€œI want the world to be better.â€Â
- iâ€™m reading the acknowledgments I HAVE TO
- oh god times of change
- oh oh no. I wrote that whole thing about grief in the last review
- iâ€™m crying all over again. ugh, my heart
- the thousand bureaucratic indignities of life after deathâ€¦ yâ€™all, that cut so deep. itâ€™s so true.Â
- wow. wow. this was justâ€¦ the best.Â
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