The Eighth volume of short stories in the Honorverse is disappointing. The first three stories are trivial, boring even. The fourth one isn’t bad—it’s the backstory of Ellen D’Orville, when she’s a Lieutenant Commander captaining a frigate. But the book stands—or, in this case, falls—on the sole story written by Weber himself, the fifth and last.
David Weber’s genius is raw emotion. It’s not battles; it’s not over-technical descriptions of starship designs; it’s not his habit of sliding back and forth between two simultaneous narratives which try to blow each other up at the end—although all his works have those elements. Rather, his novels and short stories work best at some pre-conscious level, where you can’t but help feel the thrill or, more often anguish, his characters experience.
It’s not to say the final 10 pages of “Crystal Singer’s Song” lack that. It’s a tearjerker in seven spades, redoubled. The problems are 1) it takes too long to get there; and 2) in so doing it undermines a prior, better story of Stephanie Harrington, Honor’s ancestor, being the first human to “discover” and name treecats (“A Beautiful Friendship”, in the first anthology); and worse still 3) gives it a different name than treecat that, if known, would have taken precedence.
No quantum of storytelling is worth that. And when you add the first three snooze stories, steer clear.