In some ways I feel a little bit like poor Alan Dean Foster got shafted here. The idea behind this book was to write a sequel to Star Wars that could be turned into a movie on a low budget and presuming that Harrison Ford wouldn't return as Han Solo. When in hindsight we look at how the Star Wars saga turned out, with Empire Strikes Back being not just the high point of the series, but of sci-fi/fantasy movies in general, this "what-if" looks tragically unambitious and rather stupid. It's clear that Lucas kept potential plot developments to himself since, beyond the inclusion of a swamp planet and a climactic face off between Luke and Darth Vader (inevitable, anyway) there's no thematic resemblance between the two. Foster had a tough remit, to follow up a brilliant, ambitious movie with something necessarily simple and scaled back. The very opposite of what Empire Strikes Back turned out to be.
Yet, much of the failure of this book is Alan Dean Foster's fault too. It *could* still have been unambitious in setting and scale but intriguing from a character point of view. Sadly, the final product couldn't have been less intriguing or done a worse job of sucking me into the Star Wars universe if it had tried (that is, one compatible with "A New Hope"). The main problem is the fact that it's nothing more or less than an Edgar Rice Burroughs pastiche. ERB is not the most talented writer ever to bless bookshelves but he writes fun pulp novels full of action, action, action. ADF tries the same thing, thinking that the success of Star Wars was the action, action, action and the result is certainly a book full of action, action, action. Luke and Leia crash land on a planet, Luke and Leia get in a fight, get captured, escape, hunt for a legendary crystal fight monsters, fight more monsters, fight more monsters, fight Darth Vader. Anything other than running and fighting has been excised as "not what audiences would want" and unfortunately that's a big mistake. People love the action in Star Wars, but even more than that they love the characters, the atmosphere and the visual imagination.
Characterisation here is reduced largely to moments of banter between Luke and Leia whilst pausing for breath. There's also a fair amount of Luke lusting after Leia sexually (out of SW continuity that's perfectly logical, though strangely one-sided in the novel. Leia never seems to reciprocate)and at certain points Leia recalls her experiences being tortured aboard the Death Star and turns to quivering jelly. Beyond that, like in all good pulp novels, the author allows the reader to project his own wishes and desires onto the character's which are just little more than heroic ciphers, there's no experiencing and growing up here, no tough choices or depth of feeling. There's simply fighting monsters.
To be fair, it's mostly competent enough. The book is short and sharp and doesn't threaten to outstay its welcome and there's fun to be had in a slicin', dicin' kind of way. It's also fun being in the company of Luke and Leia and Darth Vader because you can play the Star Wars theme in your head while you're reading, and ponder the fact that Carrie Fisher was pretty sexy in the first movie before she became a bit rubbish later on. Read this knowing exactly what you're going to get and it's a reasonably diverting afternoon's entertainment; though in all honesty you'd be better off going back to a pulp master rather than bothering with this since ADF's writing is rarely evocative or imagination-inducing. It does the job.
Sadly though the thing I liked most about this book is the title. I find "Splinter of the Mind's Eye" to be a nicely poetic phrase. Trust me, there's no more poetry inside the covers.