This installment of the Med Ship series is one of the best. Often cited as the official last of the series in anthologies, it was not the last written or published. It originally appeared under the title "Pariah Planet" in "Amazing" and then in novel form the same year of 1961. The last Med Ship story, "Quarantine World," was published in 1966.
Regardless of whatever order you read these in, this one feels the most mature and polished. While still retaining that YA adventure feel, Murray Leinster weaves an intelligent satire of long-standing feuds while fully understanding what makes his hero, Calhoun, so effective.
For the first and only time I can recall, he is paired up with a young female companion, Maril. You might expect this to generate a love interest in most other sci-fi adventures, but not with Calhoun. She is a stowaway aboard his ship and is cagey with him about her intentions, but he is always two steps ahead of her, using his empathy and deductive reasoning to essentially reveal all of her secrets.
It turns out that Maril and her people are from a planet called Dara that once had a plague generations ago. Though the danger has long since passed, the survivors have passed down a benign but telltale blue discoloration of their skin to their offspring, as harmless and vitiligo. The citizens of a neighboring planet think this means the "blueskins" are still carrying plague, and have become paranoid that the blueskin disease will spread to the point that bombing Dara to sterilization is being considered. What makes matters worse is that the people of Dara are starving, because nobody will trade with them for fear of the plague, and their own soil is too rich in heavy metals to cultivate their own food. Desperation, in turn, sends the people of Dara on an aggressive campaign to pillage the plentiful surplus bounty of their neighbors, escalating the tensions to genocidal certainty. The unflappably brilliant Calhoun offers solutions to the problem that generations of leaders from two worlds were only making worse. Maril starts to believe he is something more than human, and indeed, the reader is beginning to wonder as well.
We see shades of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict in this interplanetary drama, as well as pretty much any war of racist, religious, or ethnic intolerance. Contemporary audiences might even see similarities to the COVID clash between vaccinated and unvaccinated, masked vs unmasked. It is also no accident that Leinster includes an action-packed segment featuring stampeding cattle. In short, this little novel brilliantly puts its finger on a fundamental glitch in human group psychology, a tendency to herd mentality that is as senseless and destructive as a stampede.
Our hero stands above all of this and can see the bigger picture, made all the more remarkable because he is kind of a weirdo, roaming the galaxy in his tiny spaceship, content with a job well done and a nice cup of coffee with his cute little monkey-kitten alien sidekick Murgatroyd. Though he is still young, he remains aloof to companionships, even to the attractions of a woman, and thus remains an undistracted force of mind dedicated to his mission of saving lives. We don't ever know anything about his backstory. To some readers, this may seem sad and tragic, but that would be missing the point. Calhoun is the portrait of a fully realized identity, as if he were born a Med Ship Man and has been doing this forever.
For example, in the middle of a crisis, Calhoun turns on some weird music and kicks back. I can't help but imagine he's listening to something that sounds like progressive electronica and early industrial. Maril is left scratching her head. "'I think I understand now,' she said slowly, 'why you don't act like other people. Toward me, for example. The way you live gives you what other people have to get in crazy ways—making their work feed their vanity, and justify pride, and make them feel significant. But you can put your whole mind on your work.'"
I know I've said this in other reviews of this series, but Calhoun really is the prototypical ideal for what made classic Doctor Who so intriguing, before modern writers ruined the mystique of the show by having the mad-doctor-in-a-box twerking and constantly falling in love and questioning their sexuality and having emotional meltdowns. The Med Ship series is yet another example of how kids don't need to see themselves in their hero to identify, only a loftier ideal of themselves to inspire them to be the best version of themselves they can be.
In conclusion, this is everything ten-year-old Warren would have wanted in science fiction, and still remains a great adventure for me today. I honestly can't find much fault in this at all, and frankly, I think it's a modest work of genius. So this is the only story in the Med Ship series that gets my top recommendation.
SCORE: 5 tiny coffee cups out of 5
WORD OF THE DAY: "Chee-chee!!!"