One should probably never judge an author by a media adaptation, whether film, television series, or game (digital or table-top). Yet, I am afraid that I misjudged Alan Dean Foster on the basis of an adaptation. I was so disappointed that I avoided his novels for decades. Then, my brother sent me a treasure trove of books. Greenthieves was in that collection. I chuckled a bit, wondering what kind of far-future crime caper would be entitled with a pun referring to a camp follower of folk song fame. To my delight, it had nothing to do with the camp follower of yore or, beyond sounding like the familiar folk song’s title, anything to do with the song. For a time, I thought the green merely represented money. But, ah, the title was much more appropriate than that, as I hope readers of this review might discover for themselves.
The protagonist of Greenthieves is an “insurance adjuster” named Broderick Manz. He seems to be a futuristic Johnny Dollar (sorry for those who don’t know the old radio program reference—he was an insurance investigator and told his stories via his expense account) only he has more resources than an expense account at his disposal. Long before the current panic about artificial intelligence (which is both reasonable in some ways and unreasonable in the way the media portrays it), one of his resources is an AI contained in a floating orb (strangely foreshadowing Jim Butcher’s “Bob,” the spirit contained in a human skull, in his The Dresden Files series). The relevance to the current AI controversy is that this AI has a superiority complex and constantly belittles the fictional humans and breaks the fourth wall to demean the reader, as well.
His other assistant, at least of the AI variety, is a humanical (AI-equipped “robotic” entity) named Moses. When we first meet him in the hallway of the insurance company, I thought he was going to be a Kato to an Inspector Clouseau-type investigator. Fortunately, that didn’t prove to be the case. Despite his moniker, Moses doesn’t perform any miracles and the closest thing to parting a Reed Sea that he performs is a technical violation of Asimov’s Laws when he conveniently bumps into antagonists and “inadvertently” (at least, that’s his story and he’s sticking to it) knocks them out of the fight. Also, depending on one’s sensitivities, Moses is either funny (as one was supposed to take the lecherous assistant district attorney on the old television series, Night Court--Dan Fielding) or disgusting (as one would occasionally feel when Foster describes Moses’ outrageous behavior) as he conducts what he calls “experiments” to determine human reactions.
In this particular case, the mysterious disappearing pharmaceutical shipments from locked, alarmed, and containers surrounded by a vacuum, are challenging enough that Manz is assisted by an exotic, sexy, off-world (alien) agent named Vyra (since I keep comparing this to outdated media references, she seems most like Mrs. Peel in The Avengers television show which had nothing to do with Marvel Comics). Alas, Foster doesn’t use her as formidably as Mr. Steed used Mrs. Peel. However, there is one incident in which her off-world origin (and biology) proves intriguing.
I may be getting dense in my old age, but I didn’t figure out what was going on until very late in the book. Yet, when the revelation came (at least, I figured it out before Manz), it was satisfying on multiple levels (including the significance of the title and the “Rosebud”-like last word of one of the characters). In a real sense, Greenthieves was significantly more enjoyable than I expected and will ensure that I won’t continue in my irrational avoidance of Foster’s work.