Well well well…
Another review, and this time I fear the length of time I took to finish the text may cast some shadow upon it’s quality.
Was this a well written bad book? Was it a poorly written classic?
Meaningless distinction I guess, but it certainly wanders a strange no-man’s land in between. The plot is rather thin, some uncomplainingly mysterious (but not uninteresting) phenomena such as time disturbances, and unusually aged moon-bases; which are unraveled over the course of things but elicit no great gasps of astonishment, A basic threat provided by some extra-generic aliens, and a lukewarm war between some unimpressive rebel forces and an under developed pseudo-fascist aggressor (this was basically the backstory to Firefly done a decade early and with less worldbuilding). Sam and The Doctor get separated early on, and deal with various aspects of this (she gets La Résistance, and he has to deal with time warps and bug-eyed aliens). all in all it’s pretty so so.
I could say much the same thing for the characters, not many of whom live out the tail. For the most part they are what I would like to call low key, but which I suspect I will have to admit are simply under developed. It’s not that they are implausible, or two dimensional, but it feels as though they never really grow as the story progresses, Felbaac especially seems to keep the same set of reactions to increasingly extreme circumstances, such as credulity is beginning to strain long before the crescendo of his story. Ah Felbaac, and his rebels, they seem to represent a distilled form of all that moral ambiguity I has said was missing from the Eco-terrorists way back in Kursaal. I respect the story for that, for it’s ambiguities and moral greys; the way in which nobody seems to win in the end, and there are really no heroes. But that said it’s pretty bleak, and leaves you uninvested once you realise that you’re not really going to be rooting for the outer-worlders, except in a broad sense. Equally the Kusks (our monster of the week) are given some sympathetic backstory regarding their beautiful motherland, caught in the crossfire of a great war, but… it’s not very convincing, one gets the feeling it was thrown in to keep them from being pantomime villains (an effect which is pretty much undermined by their over written complaints about humanoid scum, and willfully grotesque aesthetic.)
That said the story had three things going for it:
Primarily, at least for me, it was fairly well written. I didn’t at any point get put off by the quality or style of prose, which isn’t to say that there weren’t weak lines (as i mentioned the Kusk-perspective writing was clumsy at best, and the time anomaly jargon only got worse and worse), but over all it managed a steady pace or reasonable reading.
In addition to this there were the occasional moments of charm; the eye-lash dancing, The Doctor discovering the forest, George, Nashaad’s metal legs. These really are little things, nothing too special at all, but enough to make me smile, and if a book makes me smile I’ll keep reading it.
And last, but not least, Sam & The Doctor watch (~Trumpets~):
I’m pretty impressed with this one actually, Sam gets a isolated pretty early on, and put through the inevitable endless series of perils, but generally speaking she keeps fighting, keeps trying to do good in spite of the absence of a clear moral path. She gives in to defeatism only occasionally, and mostly retains a lot of, if not autonomy, then at least spirit. As for The Doctor, again he’s not ill-written or misused here; the same half weary, half gleeful, boyish Time Lordyness is present. nothing groundbreaking, but a steady continuation. It ought be noted i’m feeling rather charitable towards Sam of late. Also an honorable mention must go to Anstaar, who serves as companion for the most part of the story. She’s sufficient, likable at times, mostly it’s all a bit much for her; which is believable, but not especially useful.
In summary I don’t regret reading this one, although I was tempted to give in more than once. It mostly felt like it was underachieving, not trying it’s best, but perhaps it’s a matter of taste, and the bleak worldview and style will appeal to those less optimistic, or flamboyant.