In the "future" year of 1999, 25-year-old Mel still has an imaginary friend, a girl about his age, who is beautiful, intelligent... and green. When he was a little boy, he was playing with his crystal radio set and somehow contacted the girl, who ever since was able to appear to him in his dreams. Hey Mel, what station did you tune into? Inquiring minds want to know. Anyway, they visit like this for two decades, over which time he learns her strange language while they both mature and grow very close. Yet the author has the character studying maps and searching textbooks for clues as to what nation she could be from based on the odd language she speaks, which seems to have no comparable tongue.
Well Mel, considering you are able to understand her language, how about you--oh, I don't know... ask her?! I mean, you guys have been "visiting" each other for 20 years and have gotten to be such great friends, and you never once asked her anything about her life? Just what have you been doing all this time? Don't wanna know, actually.
There is a lot of other examples of strange logic in the book. A cataclysmic event occurs early on, blotting out the sun. There's this doctor known only as "Sam," who has some weird relationship with Mel and I think they live together, but it's never really explained. Anyway, Dr. Sam says he knew the end of the world was coming ever since Mel told him about his imaginary friend. Oh? And the connection is... what? So Mel asks the prescient doctor what's blotting out the sun. Dr. Sam says that he doesn't know. But then how did he know this would happen? He goes on further to say that he has been studying "the ethers" and discovered "forces at work" that want to freeze the earth. Well, that's pretty darn specific for something you say you don't know anything about! But never fear, the doctor has invented a machine that will hopefully reverse the process. Uh, once again, how did you contrive a way to combat something you say is unknown? That sounds like Sanofi Pharmaceuticals when they released Dupixent for prurigo nodularis--"Nobody knows what the hell prurigo nodularis is, but by God, this stuff'll fix it!"
I think the only ethers the doc has been studying is the kind you huff from a rag or that the French used to like to put in their martinis.
Still, Dr. Sam has developed some interesting concepts and technology for this story. Cargo ships can cross an ocean with a hydrodyne generator using a half a pint of water as fuel, thanks to the doctor's genius. He also has invented a spaceship that also is an indestructible submarine. What exactly is this guy a doctor of, exactly?
Like a lot of early Jack Williamson stories, what you think the story is about at the start is not where it ends up at all. If you can suspend your belief through the questionable "science," plot conviences, unbelievably stupid character decisions, and frank fantasy logic, you will be whisked away on a lost world adventure under the sea, a clear homage to Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs. This book is packed with hokey and melodramatic names and titles like the kingdom of Lothar, the Power of Mutron, the Lord of Flame, the Chasm of Xath, the City of Sleepers, and the Milk of Magnesia. Okay, I was joking with that last one. But you get the gist. Prepare for psychedelic alien worlds, bizarre monsters that can best be described as clown vomit, and a beautiful damsel who looks like She-Hulk's Jennifer Walters cosplaying as Leela from Dr. Who.
One thing I should mention is that there is a kind of cosmic horror element to the narrative, as the nature and identity of the malevolent force at work is kept a mystery for most of the novel. All we know is that some incredible, all-seeing intelligence seems to be behind it all. We don't understand its motivations. We feel its presence, and we see bits and pieces of its powers. I like that element. Just what are our heroes up against? Is it an alien? An interdimensional being? A techno-savy mustache-twirling villain? Sauron? Pennywise?
But as you can tell from the details I've provided so far, this novel is quite wonky, and as much as this novel has some good ideas and some exciting action, it's hard to overlook the flaws. What's worse is that the finale, for all the fanfare and chaotic action, felt extremely rushed compared to the leisurely pace of the rest of the story, so much so that it seems Williamson forgot to actually give the patient reader a satisfactory ending!
First published in 1930, it is one of the earliest efforts of Jack Williamson, who would go on to be a celebrated author of the Golden Age, one of the "deans" of science fiction. Here, he is far less polished and far more pulpy, a fan-boy whose own imagination was sparked by the stories he read as a lad. Writing a book is hard, even for a dean. So have patience with him, and I think you'll still enjoy yourself if you are already a fan of pulp adventures. But otherwise, I can say that this is one you can safely skip.
SCORE: 2.5/5 rounded to 3 flying flowers out of 5.