Is-Land Life: Astra by Naomi Foyle

They may be few and far between in the grander scheme, but in the world today there are plenty of places where people live in harmony with the environment, raising families and farming the land without ravaging the planet in the process.

Considering the fossil fuel problem and encroaching crises like overpopulation and climate change, these caring, carbon neutral communities should stand as examples—as promises of what’s possible—but more often than not they serve solely as sources of small-minded mockery:

At best, people saw Gaians as cranks, living in a precious little world of our own, sewing our own clothes, home-schooling our children, milking goats. Most people didn’t understand the urgent necessity of our way of life. Most people were racing headlong into the Dark Time, their vision of life on earth smeared blind by oil.

Naomi Foyle’s second novel, Astra, is set some decades on from an environmental catastrophe which left the surface of the Earth largely “barren [and] volcanic,” and much as I’d like to say everything changed in the aftermath of the Great Collapse, many people remain set in their ways, however unsustainable. Is-Land, on the other hand—a cooperative country formed by the Council of the New Continents after this terrible tragedy—has seen its membership multiply.

But that’s made it a target, hasn’t it? And of rather more than ridicule, because there are those nearby nations who want what Is-Land’s got, including “crops that will grow and thrive in the unpredictable ecologies of the Regeneration Era […] cacti bursting with biofortified milk for desert nomads to sow” and so on.

Even the lowest-ranking IMBOD officer knew that the safety of Is-Land’s greatest treasure could never be taken for granted. Somewhere beyond the faint blue horizon was the Boundary, and pressed up behind it the squalid Southern Belt. There, despite decades of efforts to evict them, hundreds of thousands of Non-Landers still festered, scheming to overrun Is-Land and murder any Gaian who stood in their way. Nowhere was safe.

For the foreseeable a period of peace is in place, but come what may, there will be war, and this time, Is-Land intends to be ready to fight for its rights. To that end its finest scientists have developed the Security Serum: a cocktail of hand-crafted Code meant to render its recipients the best soldiers they could conceivably be.

All of seven years old at the outset of the novel named after her—an innocent who quite literally wouldn’t hurt a worm—Astra can’t wait to have her shot, the better to help “defend Gaia from harm” when she grows up; however her shelter mother Hokma, a scientist herself, is suspicious of the Security Serum. She asks her adopted daughter to pretend to be a Sec Gen instead, and eventually Astra acquiesces.

Half a decade later, Hokma’s prudent plan begins to unravel when a wild child from the woods comes to live in the village. Astra, for her part, “hadn’t wanted to be friends with Lil—she had hated Lil. But the girl swooped into her life and plucked out her resistance like a vulture disembowelling a lamb.” Still harder for Astra to handle are the weird ideas Lil has about Is-Land:

She thought that the Pioneers were baby-killers and IMBOD was brainwashing everyone in Is-Land. But the flying seeds said that she was wrong. The flying seeds were Gaia’s messengers: they were saying that Is-Land was a peaceful, beautiful country that sent seeds of hope out into the world—but Lil’s eyes were closed to them. Gaia had let Astra see them because Astra’s job was to teach Lil the truth: that Is-Land was Gaia’s guardian, and IMBOD existed to protect the protectors.

Except for the fact that… well, that’d be telling, and given the at most modest allotment of plot in Foyle’s novel, I’d really rather not. Regrettably, this brings me to Astra’s issues, which include poor pacing, a lacklustre narrative for the larger part, and an awful lot of awkward worldbuilding: all told a proper disappointment after the snappy science fiction of Seoul Survivors.

Though the two texts have some absorbing characters in common, Astra drags, in fact, from the opening act, which portends in a hundred pages what a prologue could have tended to in two. The central section is certainly better, especially as regards the developing dynamic between cynical Lil and an elder Astra, but only come the conclusion does the book finally find its feet, as Foyle sets about revealing the secrets of idyllic Is-Land.

These sinister suggestions are best exemplified by a ceremony celebrating Astra’s coming of age in which the “root” of her so-called “Gaia garden” is brutally branded. Things get even more messed up before Astra ends as well, by way of a series of unsettling events Foyle handles smartly.

Some may conceive of these sequences as too little, too late, but on the back of them I for one find myself harbouring hopes for The Gaia Chronicles going forward—assuming the bulk of the busywork is done. Sadly so much of Astra struck me as exactly that that I’d have a hard time recommending Foyle’s sluggish second novel to readers who aren’t prepared to be particularly patient.

Not the best of starts, then, but let’s wait and see as regards the rest this series.


Astra is available now from Jo Fletcher Books
Read an excerpt of the novel here on

Niall Alexander is an extra-curricular English teacher who reads and writes about all things weird and wonderful for The Speculative Scotsman, Strange Horizons, and He’s been seen to tweet, twoo.


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