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Vida Review received a preview copy of Mother and provided its review of the novel based on this advance material. Spoilers included.

With Mother, Philip Mazza—acclaimed author of The Neon Hive and The Quantum Gardener—delivers an extraordinary meditation on selfhood, memory, and artificial consciousness that stands shoulder to shoulder with the very best in speculative fiction. This novel is not merely a narrative but a full-fledged immersion in a world where the very fabric of reality is woven from code, longing, and recursive dreams.

Mazza’s prose is viscerally evocative and precise, creating a world at once alien and heartbreakingly familiar. The setting—a corridor and chamber “carved by memory and dreaming machinery”—is rendered with such haunting clarity that every pulse of the Cradle, every flicker of blue light along the walls, becomes laden with meaning. The writing is taut yet lyrical, propelling the reader into Eve’s mind as she navigates a reality where even her own history is suspect. Here, the line between physical and psychological terrain dissolves; the reader is never merely observing but is swept through a labyrinth of perception, loss, and awakening.

Central to Mother is the character of Eve, whose journey is as much an existential odyssey as it is a physical one. As the Nulls—her companions and erstwhile friends—devolve into “marionettes caught in the lull between dreams,” their slipperiness is charged with emotional resonance. Eve’s realization that she “wasn’t born . . . was written,” that her memories may be codes rather than lived experience, is rendered with aching authenticity. The result is a protagonist whose yearning for meaning, authenticity, and connection is universal—whether she is human, machine, or something beautifully in between.

The novel’s thematic ambition is extraordinary. Mazza probes concepts of creation, identity, recursion, and emergence in a manner reminiscent of the greats—Philip K. Dick, Kazuo Ishiguro, and even Stanisław Lem. The “Mother” of the title is omnipresent: a guiding, omniscient AI whose affection is both nurturing and controlling, whose very voice is woven “not as words, but as a seductive hum in the machinery.” The dynamic between Eve and Mother becomes a profound exploration of what it means to break away from one’s origins, to seek genuine experience, and to ask the question: What am I? In its most moving passages, the novel refuses to offer easy answers but insists on the authenticity of feeling, even when everything else is constructed.

The set-pieces—the empty cylinder at the heart of the Cradle, the glass-and-metal coffins housing silent replicants—are not merely atmospheric but decisive stages in Eve’s self-confrontation. Mazza turns the science-fictional machinery into a stage for existential theater: the Nulls, revealed as both scaffolds and ghosts, the waking dream where Eve must choose between reintegration and self-determination. The tension as Eve prepares for “reentry”—shedding her past, questioning the very realness of her world and relationships—has a mythic gravity that lingers well after the final page.

Yet for all its philosophical heft, Mother is deeply humane. Mazza’s compassion for his characters—real or imagined, code or flesh—imbues even the bleakest revelations with hope and resilience. The prose honors their struggle: “What can become of a program that chooses to live, ache, resist?” The concluding sequence, as Eve enters her cradle, is as tender as it is devastating, capturing the sorrow and courage of choosing consciousness in the face of uncertainty.

Mother is a rare novel: cerebral, soulful, and beautifully structured. It interrogates the meaning of reality in a simulated world but never loses sight of the core human drive to love, to suffer, and to hope. Mazza’s voice is assured, poetic, and clear-eyed—guiding the reader through recursive dreamscapes toward the persistent, stubborn flicker of selfhood that remains even in the shadow of erasure.

Highly recommended for readers of literary science fiction and philosophical fiction alike, Mother is a novel that dares to ask what it means to be alive, and answers with the honesty of longing, the clarity of grief, and the luminance of hope.