Steven Spruill
Autor de Daughter of Darkness
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Créditos de la imagen: photo by Nancy Spruill
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- Spruill, Steven
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- Steven Harriman
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Steven Spruill's The Paradox Planet
by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - June 16, 2013
I'm more or less positive that I read Spruill's The Psychopath Plague wch was a precursor to this insofar as it also featured the team of Elias Kane, detective hero, & Pendrake, a "Cephantine" (ie: not an Earthling, not human but humanoid), a pacifist whose colossal strength & speed are always saving Kane. BUT, I don't really remember The Psychopath Plague at all.
One of the things that appeals to me about the Pendrake character & his presence in these bks is that w/o him the tales wd be little more than generic Space Opera w/ the usual struggles for power. But Pendrake's pacifism complicates matters considerably. A pacifist fighting evil n'at w/o using a ray-gun or whatever? Makes sense to me, pacifists do that all the time.. but not in Space Opera!
"Pendrake looked grim. "So much pointless savagery. And you are all brothers. Couldn't this be resolved if Earth simply relinquished her goverance of the colonies?"
"Elis became exasperated. "Damn it, now you sound like a rebel propagandanist. Understand this: The empire is culturally the direct descendent of the old United States, which finally imposed world government in 2041. U.S. history prevails - in the thinking of Earthmen and colonists alike" - p 45
"Pendrake raised his hands to his bowed face clenching them into fists. "All this strength," he said bitterly, "and what is it good for? In the world of men, nothing. Why was I cursed with it and then put among you?"
""To show us that strength doesn't have to turn into brutality."" - p 144
Of course, nit-picky, &, at times, no doubt ignorant, shit-kicker that I am, I just have to call attn to this part: "the oxyplex was filtering out everything but pure O2" (p 58) [imagine that "2" as subscript - I don't know how to make it so here]. What is "O2"? 2 parts Oxygen to what? I mean, isn't that a relative usage in wch no relativity is presented here? Or, rather, the "oxyplex" is filtering H2O - so how does it filter "O2" out of H2O? [2 parts Hydrogen to 1 part Oxygen] Whatever.
As part of his investigation, Elias foolishly allows himself to be led into a recreational area by a person w/ dubious motives:
"Jost led him further into the concourse, through the crowd, past stall after stall. Elias kept seeing shops that offered back rooms supplied with ropes. Gaudy ads invited colonists to pair off and tie each other up. He paused at one of the bondage shops, drawn with a mixture of revulsion and fascination to the animated holo advertisements. Men binding women and women binding men; so much rope that only slivers of flesh were visible. Total immobilization. The looks on the faces were neither pain nor ecstasy, but a sort of contrite acceptance, as though they were performing a religious ritual rather than an erotic game.
""Be that to thy liking?" Jost asked.
"Elias flushed, embarrassed, though there was no scorn in Jost's voice. "No thanks. I wouldn't want some woman coming unraveled over me."" - p 90
More nit-picking: "As long as Martha was cutting the nerveless, bloodless plastiflesh, he'd be all right. But when she got to the meld of the plastiflesh and his skin, she'd have to sever thousands of surface nerves and capillaries that had bonded through the skin with the gel undercoat of the plastiflesh. It would be like being skinned by a stone-aged axe." (p 210) I remember studying in Physical Anthropology that stone axes are actually very sharp.
While I enjoyed this bk, esp its main surprise, I found, as I often do, that the writing was a bit too cliché and generic. This is, perhaps, the worst example: "The two sculpted guide-handles sprang up into his palms. Through the clear shield of the gunnery bubble he saw the ugly V-winged shape of a rebel fighter bearing down. he gritted his teeth and swung the handles, squeezing, tracking by sight, knowing he had a bout two seconds. Red lines sprang from his laser cannon and converged on the rebel ship; it ballooned into a searing red-orange smear that faded quickly against the black sky." (p 222) Oh, well..… (más)