Storyline: 2/5
Characters: 2/5
Writing Style: 3/5
World: 2/5
After the first four Childe Cycle books, I counted myself a Dorsai fan. There was a mysteriousness about Dickson's universe. Inchoate abilities seeming to verge on the supernatural, a partially explained science of metaphysics, evolutionary branches with yet-to-be-understood implications, an interstellar economic system not matching anything in real world history, and a regular return to the topic of charisma. All this situated in military science fiction made for a remarkable series. That mysteriousness was the main draw though. The author who builds on and depends so much on the enigmatic faces a quandary: how far can you push the mystery without revelation? How long before you have to bring order and sense to it all. The fifth and sixth books of the series were a frustration - sidequels and prequels, fill-in-the-gap short stories or novellas that did little to push the series forward or to answer the readers' longstanding questions. In The Final Encyclopedia, Dickson finally movies the story forward. And not by some small increment. This was no 200-something page novel like the first six; you get nearly 700 pages of material advancing the saga. Dickson finally provides a grounding to so much that has been puzzling for so long; we finally get some ground rules and boundaries for powers, abilities, and possibilities. For those readers long awaiting answers, this is that volume. It was such a misfortune, then, to find that I didn't appreciate Dickson's answers.
The mechanics of the Childe Cycle have always been tantalizingly opaque. There was a fragility to them; one knew that if they breathed too hard on them that they would all fall apart. It was the kind of story you didn't want to ask hard questions about because it seemed that the tale would unravel and that the wondrous possibilities it so boldly presented would collapse into shambles. This is what happened when Dickson makes his reveals. The author set the series up for magnificence, but when it came time to deliver, the words on the page never satisfied the promises. Our protagonist is again supposed to be a savant, but the only way Dickson succeeds in doing this is by dumbing down the opposition. Those with the gift of oratory are supposed to be making mesmerizing speeches that captivate audiences, but the transcripts of those speeches convey only flowery optimism. Feats of logic and deduction are supposed to establish a character's genius, but the rationale and conclusions are stretched and strained. Excruciating decisions supposedly arise, but a myriad of plausible other options are left apparent, making it difficult to experience ththe intended drama. I found myself repeatedly promised brilliance only to be shown Dickson's imperfectly realized will to it.
I'm jealous of those that were able to read this and maintain their suspension of disbelief, but it was just not to be. Looking ahead, I see that the majority of the final five volumes of the series return to prequels and sidequels. I'm just not interested enough at present to read on to find the resolution of this tale. I might revisit the series someday, but for now I'm taking them off the reading list and withdrawing my name from the Dorsai fan club.