Fred Saberhagen’s Berserkers: the Beginning is pulpy space opera of a style similar to E.E. ‘Doc’ Smith’s Skylark series, albeit published in the ‘60s and ‘70s when the New Wave of science fiction was rising to prominence.
There are many intriguing elements to these stories that should feel familiar to modern readers, particularly if they have watched any of the biggest SF movies since the mid-‘70s. The gigantic war machines named ‘berserkers’ are reminiscent of the Death Star from Star Wars and the V’Ger spacecraft from Star Trek: the Motion Picture, with elements also borrowed by the Mass Effect videogames. The berserker boarding parties of commensal machines sometimes remind me of the battledroids of Star Wars: the Clone Wars, and sometimes of the sentinels from The Matrix. There is an infiltration unit clothed in a man’s skin that behaves exactly like a Terminator. And there is a short section of the book devoted to a story of a hero frozen in a sarcophagus and placed in an alcove behind a curtain in a room of his feasting enemies. True, there is no mention of carbonite, but the influence on another franchise seems plain!
The problem with the book lies in the writing. It seems unplotted and rambling, following a primary school child’s technique of saying, “...and then this happened, and then this happened, and then this happened.” Characters are nothing but caricatures. Heroes are heroic and come up with plans (which are never outlined in the narrative) that defeat invincible death machines with seemingly little effort, and which seem to just rely on ‘man’s’ courage.
Female characters are given even less development, going from helpless victim to vengeful shrieker to hopelessly lovelorn in barely more words than I’ve used in this paragraph here. They behave as they do just to serve the plot, not as the natural outcome of their personalities. They are like Silver Age comic book characters.
Saberhagen has some odd quasi-religious phraseology that turns up from time to time, for example, “The crab-centipede was wrecked, sheared almost in two, as the launch sent something like the Angel of the Lord passing almost invisibly through the embattled ship,” and which certainly pulled this reader out of immersion. I wanted a space adventure story, not a sermon.
However, the stories generally get better as they go on, although among them there is a rather clumsy and obvious retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice that felt a bit pointless.
I’m glad I’ve read this, as I’ve wanted to get a flavour of these stories for a while, but I feel quite disappointed at the quality of the writing, and I’m not planning on reading any of the other ten or so Berserkers novels any time soon.