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Mothership by John Brosnan
pub: Gollancz. 280 page enlarged paperback. Price:
£10.99 (UK). ISBN: 0-575-07492-2
check out website: www.orionbooks.co.uk
The
concept of the generation ship has a long history in the Science
Fiction field. As the basis for faster than light travel seemed
to recede in the theories of working scientists, space-faring authors
had to decide which of two camps to fall into.
Some favoured the approach which said that since heavier-than-air
flight was once proved to be impossible, then eventually someone
will find a way to produce an FTL drive. Others decided to go with
the known laws of physics and find an alternative way for mankind
to spread throughout the universe.
The
usual solution to the latter was the generation ship. Sometimes,
most of the passengers are in suspended animation with either a
small rotating crew to operate the systems or they rely on robots
to wake everyone up. The alternative option is to have everyone
living to their natural life spans.
Then, as societies evolve, problems will inevitably arise within
the populations, providing endless possibilities to drive the plot
along. Brosnan has taken this last scenario, thus following in the
footsteps of masters such as Brian Aldiss ('Non-Stop') and Harry
Harrison ('Captive Universe'). Urba is a generation ship, constructed
to carry the entire population of our Solar System away from a dying
sun.
Presumably, there was no time to build several ships so all humanity
is in the one fragile vessel. Sufficient clues are given in early
pages for the reader to appreciate the setting even though the majority
of the inhabitants do not. The Elite, presumably descendants of
the original engineers, have arranged the world into discrete territories.
Warfare is allowed, indeed encouraged - it makes a good population
check - but anyone likely to set up an empire is severely curtailed.
The Elite are definitely in control, until the Day of Wonder when
power fails and Elite aircars fall out of the sky. It seems an ideal
opportunity to get ones own back on the tyrants and hunt down anyone
who might possibly be Elite. At one end of Urba, in the kingdom
of Capelia, the headstrong Prince Kendar decides to venture out
on a self-imposed spying mission to find out what is happening in
other areas.
His father sends Jad, Kendar's childhood friend and the (ineffectual)
court jester, with him to keep him out of trouble. More by luck
than judgement, they rescue an Elite woman, Alucia, from those who
are killing Elite. Kendar falls instantly in love with her. Together,
they travel to the Citadel, the power centre of the Elite, only
to find that Urba has been invaded.
This is pure adventure fiction and is entirely plot driven with
virtually no depth to the characters. For some readers, this will
be enough. The more discerning reader will be dissatisfied. The
ordinary people of Urba, the mundanes, have gods given to them by
the Elite (such as Maurice, God of War and Agnes, Goddess of Good
Sex) and believe that their world is a hollow within a solid universe.
(Members of the Digger Sect think they can dig a hole through to
the next world.)
When Alucia explains the true situation, Jad instantly believes
her even though he doesn't understand half of what she means about
stars, planets and nuclear reactors, whereas Kendar thinks she is
lying or mentally abnormal. Even in the face of evidence, he still
thinks it is an Elite trick, but as he loves her he is prepared
to overlook it. Jad and Kendar are too much at opposite ends of
the scale for their attitudes to be completely believable.
For someone whose entire upbringing has been almost in a mediaeval
framework, Jad is far too accepting of everything Alucia has to
say, especially as her kind have always been regarded with suspicion.
She freely admits that tales of atrocities carried out by the Elite
to keep the population in check are true.
Added to this, despite all the obstacles put in their way, they
complete their mission comparatively easily. Jad, at one point,
wonders why Alucia needs Kendar and himself tagging along. It is
a good question, not fully answered, except to add interest to a
plot that rushes past at a great rate.
There are touches of humour but they are not enough to compensate
for the lack of depth.
Pauline Morgan
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