Book review: Acadie, by Dave Hutchinson

25 11 2017

Dave Hutchinson is a British SF author. His novel Europe at Midnight won the BSFA Best Novel Award. He has also received nominations for the John W Campbell, Arthur C Clarke, Locus, and Kitschies awards.


Acadie is a novella-length space opera dealing with the crisis faced by John Wayne ‘Duke’ Faraday when an unmanned probe makes an incursion into the rubble-filled solar system settled by The Colony, an anarchic consortium of fugitive geniuses and bodymorphs. Earth’s ruthless Bureau of Colonization has been scouring the Galaxy’s systems for centuries in their hunt for the colony founded by genehack pioneer Isabel Potter, and it looks as though they may have struck paydirt just months into Faraday’s unasked four-year stint as Colony president. Confronted with an ominous but nebulous threat—the infiltrating probe was destroyed by a trigger-happy miner who chanced upon it deep within the system’s outer reaches, and there is no way of knowing whether it signalled its discovery to Earth before its incapacitation—Duke must decide whether the widely-dispersed settlement he heads up should prepare for combat against a foe of unguessed firepower, or should flee to the seclusion of a far-distant system while the opportunity still exists.

This is a fast-paced little story that builds to an intriguing scenario. The characterisation is tidy and effective enough; the levity in descriptions or in social interaction hits a couple of flat notes, though overall it probably boosts the story somewhat. All up, it deploys reasonably familiar SF furniture in a story which ultimately, despite a somewhat by-the-numbers premise, is by the close both entertaining and thought-provoking.


Book review: Slow Bullets, by Alastair Reynolds

10 08 2017

Alastair Reynolds is a Brish SF writer whose work, characterised most powerfully by the ‘Revelation Space’ sequence of novels, has been at the forefront of space-based SF for the past couple of decades. I’ve reviewed quite a bit of Reynolds’ work over the years.


Slow Bullets sees war veteran Scur awaken unexpectedly, alongside many of her fellow combatants from both sides of the conflict, on the Caprice, a transport ship in orbit around an unidentified planet. She quickly learns that the ship, designed for interstellar travel via hyperspace jumps, is only partially functional; she also learns that, of the approximately one thousand people that had been in hibernation aboard the vessel, a couple of hundred have not successfully emerged from the long sleep. However, the most pressing need is to ensure that active conflict between the two ‘sides’ does not break out onboard, and with the not-entirely-willing assistance of timid but pragmatic crewmember Prad (gunpoint can make for a highly effective shortcut during negotiations) she’s able to restore something approaching calm and civil order amongst the Caprice‘s confused occupants. The next step is to figure out where they are, and to determine how best to re-establish contact with civilisation …

Slow Bullets packs a lot into its novella-sized frame. The backstory (setting the scene for the conflict among the hundred inhabited worlds) is dealt with briefly, and there’s quite a lot of other territory covered as life aboard the Caprice shifts unsteadily from survival to sophistication. Although the characterisation is effective enough, it’s very much a story cast in the classic SF mould, in which the idea is paramount; the titular concept of the ‘slow bullet’ is, in essence, an injectable data-storage implant routinely emplaced in military personnel, for the dual purposes of tracking and identification. The spin which Reynolds places on this device is quite ingenious. The story manages, also, to riff off some of the concepts in Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, as well as picking apart—powerfully, but without bombast—the propensity for religious observance to both unify and divide. It is, in short, one of the most effective and rewarding pieces of writing I’ve seen from Reynolds, and would make an excellent introduction to his work.


Book review: The Iron Tactician, by Alastair Reynolds

23 06 2017

Alastair Reynolds is a British SF author and former ESA space scientist most strongly associated with the ‘Revelation Space’ novel sequence, though he has also written many other well-regarded hard SF and space opera novels. I’ve reviewed several of his books; you can find those reviews on my review list here.


The Iron Tactician is the most recent novella in Reynolds’ slowly-unfolding ‘Merlin’ sequence: earlier stories in this sequence are ‘Merlin’s Gun’, ‘Hideaway’, and ‘Minla’s Flowers’, though the internal chronology of the story sequence differs from the order in which they were written. In the Merlin universe, FTL travel is not feasible, but travel at velocities marginally slower than lightspeed is accessible via the Waynet, a magical-physics network of interstellar routes established by some long-vanished alien race and still not properly understood by humanity. The backdrop to the stories is a slow-unfolding war between humanity and the Huskers; solo space-traveller Merlin’s home planet is one of those laid waste in this war.

In Tactician, Merlin discovers a derelict swallowship, scuttled in a Husker attack several centuries past. The ship is dead, but there’s one survivor—Teal—who has occupied the ship’s sole still-functioning coldsleep berth in the centuries since the attack. Merlin, who’s searching for a piece of alien tech—a ‘syrinx’, a device facilitating access to the Waynet—to replace his own ship’s damaged component, bargains with Teal to find the syrinx that the derelict swallowhip had been carrying. The device had been traded, centuries previously, to a technologically-backward human civilisation, Havergal, occupying one half of a binary star system and engaged in a long-running fusion-weapons war with Gaffurius, the occupants of the system’s other half. So Merlin and Teal travel to the Havergal / Gaffurius system to seek to reclaim the syrinx by fair means or foul.

It’s difficult to write widescreen space opera, with all the interstellar intrigue, exaggerated highborn characters and stunning star-spanning vistas that the genre requires, in a compact form; even more difficult, I suspect, when one strives also to adhere to (most of) the strictures of hard SF with its intrinsic respect for the laws of physics. But Reynolds has form in this area, as the previous ‘Merlin’ stories (among others) can attest, and he acquits himself pretty well here. I’d still class ‘Minla’s Flowers’ as the high watermark of this sequence: in Tactician, there’s a sense of a little too much plot having been shoehorned in, a little too much convenient coincidence among the set of central characters, a little too much tendency to bombast in the story’s climactic sequence. But it’s possible, also, while cavilling at these perceived imperfections, to admire the clockwork elegance of the novella’s interconnecting components, and while the story hardly shows off protagonist Merlin to his best advantage, the characterisation of Teal, in particular, is a worthwhile creation displaying intriguing depth. I hope we get to see further instalments in this sequence.