One of the
significant differences between science fiction and realist fiction is the
sense that the possibilities of sf are so much grander. Genre writers taking advantage of the four
dimensions as a playground for fiction in a variety of ways, from the temporal
extents of Olaf Stapledon’s works to the microworlds of Madeline D’Engle, no
sub-genre, however, may utilize the possibilities more than space opera. Arguably the core of science fiction, it’s
been in existence almost since the beginning, and there are no signs of its
disappearance anytime soon. Carrying the
torch in the 21 st century is Ian Whates’ Pelquin’s
Comet (2015, NewCon Press).
Knowing
that a major stash of alien artifacts lies unclaimed, Pelquin, Captain of the freebooter
Pelquin’s Comet, heads to the major
financial center of New Sparta to find a sponsor in order to make a run at the
loot. An Elder artifact in hand, he
succeeds in convincing one of the credit officers to extend a line of cash his way,
but not without a compromise. Forced to
take on a representative of the bank (the mysterious alien toting Drake),
Pelquin reluctantly agrees to the terms and sets his small crew to gearing up
the ship for the trip. Exiting New
Sparta, however, a surprise attack occurs.
With projectiles flying the Comet
gets off the ground, but not without its chief mechanic Monkey getting badly
injured. And he’s needed. The jump into RzSpace going smoothly, once
inside the other dimension, however, a problem occurs with the motors, an emergency
landing needed. Babylon the closest
planet, it’s there the Comet heads and
the Captain’s plans for an easy loot grab really start to spiral out of
control.
Pelquin’s Comet has something of a
George Lucas feel to it. Not necessarily
the galactic sweep of Star Wars, more
like the “Adventures of Han Solo,” it’s the story of one man’s plan to cash in
big on alien artifacts, his likeable crew, an enigmatic bank man, and the bad
guys who want the profits for themselves—intrigue, space ships, and planetary
adventure flying all around them. The
Captain quick on his head-feet and equally quick with his gun, he makes a good
parallel to Han Solo, and with bad luck plaguing his ship’s mechanical state, Pelquin’s Comet occupies a role similar
to the Millenium Falcon. Trader and sometimes smuggler, he and the
crew find themselves caught up in drama they’d rather not getting to the bottom
of who attacked them on New Sparta, and just why the bank needed Drake
aboard. The dark-eyed Valyn de Souza
forever lurking in the shadows, the series opens in exciting style.
Whates
does a good job playing out the lines of suspense while steadily revealing
significant plot points, keeping things character-focused, and mixing in bits
of action to propel the narrative as a whole.
From the attack to the subsequent adventures of Pelquin, the exotic
planets to the exciting climax, the book scratches that rainy day space opera
itch.
With the
freetraders of Anre Norton’s Solar Queen
series and George Lucas’ Star Wars
applauding on the wings, Pelquin’s Comet wears
its genre affiliation proudly on its sleeve.
Light entertainment, it’s a fast, fun read that will appeal to fans of
either Norton or Lucas, as well as Peter Hamilton, Eric Brown, Keith Brooke, Brian Stableford, John Brunner, and
the other British writers who have dipped their pens into the well of space
opera—perhaps the vastest science fiction has to offer.
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