First: in a moment that, in retrospect, is embarrassing for a self-respecting sci-fi-phile, I misread the information at the start of the book, and read the whole thing under the impression it was by Robert Silverberg. It's vaguely interesting that nothing happened to dissuade me of that notion. Anyway, the book. Set in the far future, the book stars Michael "The Angel" Raphael Gabriel as one of the world's foremost experts on power design--a powerplant or a starship's engine, he's your guy. Mike's curiosity leads him to accept his re-commission back to the space patrol, to help with the containment of a very unusual cargo. It turns out that the cargo is the positronic brain of the world's most complex robot (it says as much in the book's jacket, so it's not particularly a spoiler). Mike, however, is more interested the robot's psychologist, Dr. Leda Crannon, who, despite having a PhD by eighteen, is constantly referred to as "Miss" and "girl," because, well, 60s sci-fi. To be fair, Garrett makes a point on saying that so many officers have doctorates in something that the title falls into disuse on a ship, but the point stands that Leda, all for being a highly educated twenty-six year old woman, is constantly characterized as wide-eyed, innocent, and, as the book makes a point of informing us, literally virginal.
All right; I think from that ranting aside, you can surmise one of my problems with the book. Anyway, even though Mike's mind is not at first on the robot, nicknamed "Snookums" in a rather poor choice on someone's part, that changes when the ship takes off, and a series of accidents seem to place Snookums at the center. What secret is the robot hiding? Plotwise, it's interesting territory; when the book starts, it seems as if it is going to be an urban sci-fi type book, with Mike foiling a robbery by some gang kids. But while it then turns into a more traditional space-romp, the mystery and crime aspects stay around, up to and including an actual parlor scene. The big question, aside from what's going on with Snookums, is what happens when theology meets Asimov's laws of robotics. (I was kind of surprised to see the laws of robotics in another author's story published in the early sixties; I didn't know that sort of borrowing went on back then, or that Asimov was so widely known so quickly. My knowledge of sci-fi history, obviously, is lacking.) The early urban-based section of the book seems like a rather big disconnect from the rest of the book for a long time, and there's an odd ageism against the young underlying it. (Even the title suggests it.) But it's a breezy little sci-fi, and while it's a piece of its time, it's a fast enough read to be entertaining while only occasionally inducing eye-rolls.