Crazy-big Weapons! Crazy-big tech! Crazy-big aliens! Crazy-big aliens fighting in a war that is not small!
Loosen your belt and brace yourself for a big meal from page one - The Line of Polity is supersize-me SF, with a dump-truck bucket of giant-warship fries and an Olympic swimming pool-sized alien-threat coke.
And - like the tastiest burger binge - you can’t help but keep going at it until every last bite is gone. I was up into the small hours with this book - I couldn’t resist one more page, one more chapter, one more hour in Asher’s universe, watching super-agent Ian Cormac juggle god-like alien entities, war and politics.
This is the second of Asher’s Ian Cormac novels, and his interstellar man of mystery is even better on his second outing, enforcing Polity (an AI-human society reminiscent of Bank’s Culture books) law, rooting out separatists, and beginning to feel out the beginnings of a threat that could destroy all of humanity.
As the story begins an alien fungus (yes really, an ET mushroom) has destroyed an important Polity space station, leaving a young outlinker (a human adapted for low gravity living) as its sole survivor. Meanwhile on the planet Masada, a fascistic theocracy runs a brutal rule, condemning most of its population to toil as slaves in a toxic atmosphere while the elite watch from orbital habitats above. We follow one of these slaves as she spends her days farming vicious aquatic creatures, only a parasitic symbiote attached to her chest allowing her to survive outside.
Unknown to our farmer, a group of rebels has been gathering, hoping to overthrow the orbital theocracy…
Meanwhile, Cormac himself is en-route on a moon-sized warship – the Occam Razor – but onboard this world-destroying vessel is a man whose manipulations of old alien technology could see him becoming the most dangerous man in Polity space.
As these four converge towards meeting on Masada the kilometre wide entity known as Dragon appears, and Cormac will once again have to figure out what the strange alien has been doing, and how he can best protect himself and the Polity from it.
Whew! As you can see, there’s a lot going on here, and to pack it all in Asher basically runs the novel at a constant sprint. Seriously, there so much action here, that a reader pretty much has a zinging laser/bullet sound effect loop running in his or her head for the duration of the book. Sometimes, I could barely imagine the dialogue for all the pew-pew/kabooms I had bouncing around in my skull.
Somehow though, all this excess works, and works damn well. Asher really hits his stride in The Line of Polity. While Gridlinked was a fun and entertaining read it was a little thin in parts, and lacked that something special that would really elevate it above the hoi-polloi of SF.
No so with The Line of Polity. Asher’s Polity universe approaches the awesomeness of Bank’s Culture series here, with the rich feeling of endless backstory and history that only the best fully-realised and wonderfully detailed fictional universes have. The whole way through the book I had the feeling that many more brilliant Polity stories await my reading pleasure (and a quick look at Goodreads shows me that another three Cormac novels lie ahead of me).
Sure, occasionally things in this novel veer a little into over-the-top territory, what with the giant alien menaces that slowly eat people alive and the badder-than-bad baddies doing bad things in bad ways, but it’s all part of the fun in a frenetic book that never takes its foot off the warp-factor pedal. This may be super-sized SF, but it's as satisfying, high-quality and carefully constructed as the best artisanal fare the genre has to offer.
Four GIANT GIGANTIC GARGANTUAN ALIEN MOON-SIZED PEW-PEW KABLOOEYS out of five.