I picked this paperback up for pennies in a second-hand store recently, entirely because of the author, having recently enjoyed "
Where Late The Sweet Birds Sang (S.F. Masterworks)". It it begins in the homespun and gently satirical territory of John Wyndham and then expands wildly into something akin to the classic "
Stranger in a Strange Land" by R.A. Heinlein. Wilhelm's issues still speak to a modern audience although her glimpses into the technological future sometimes fall flat.
Superficially, it's about a young doctor's family that adopt a baby, purportedly unplanned and unwanted by his mother, but in truth, he has been switched with the only survivor of an alien crash-landing. This unabashed prince-and-pauper device is then used to compare the weird upbringing of a normal child mistaken for an alien to the readjustments faced by the real star-child as he discovers his true nature and abilities.
But it doesn't stop there: At its heart, this a story about cultism and reactionary, evangelical partisanship that's seemingly always lurking somewhere in the psyche of the USA. This book is really about the anti-heroic Obie - a small-town kid with charisma, cunning and not a whole lot else on his side - as he becomes by turns an evangelist, prophet, religious leader and brainwashing despot. As his journey into power progresses, his motives progress from petty opportunism (and an almost-likeable entrepreneurial spirit) to lust for power, delusions of grandeur, and eventually a real faith, marred by Nixonian paranoia. Wilhelm is plainly satirising evangelism, but her theme is wider; she illustrates the devisiveness of all militant beliefs in society; when split into two fundamentalist, uncompromising camps, American fraternity fractures into violence.
It's all too ambitious; the plot is overcomplicated by the sheer distance Wilhelm attempts to cover after embarking from a cosy, small-town, soap-opera format. Large portions of this book work excellently and on the most part it's a delight to read, but the vast societal changes wrought by technological progress and the apocalyptic panic stirred up by Obie go a little further than my patience could tolerate. You have to admire her for trying, but her attempt to marry Wyndham's kitchen-sink catastrophes with Heinlein's vastly extrapolated future histories is doomed to failure.
Overall, this is a good read for classic SF fans and a real discussion piece. As ever, Wilhelm has served up a bit more than we can chew, which is a shame, because it's largely nutritious and tasty fare.