Mothership
John Brosnan
Gollancz, 280 pages
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When the Elite who from time immemorial have
controlled the world
of Urba with an
iron fist suddenly lose their magical defenses, it
isn’t
long before the oppressed masses rise up to massacre their hated
rulers. Now the
change the Elite withheld from Urba for so long is afoot, and dashing
and reckless
Prince Kender of the Domain of Capelia decides to embark on a spying
mission to
assess it. Fearing for his safety, his father, Lord Krader, commands
his
childhood friend Jad, a rather incompetent and much-less-than-reckless
jester,
to accompany him. “You’re an idiot,” Lord Krader tells Jad, “but also
shrewd,
devious, cunning and a born liar. Hopefully you’ll keep my son alive
while
saving your own skin.” Jad isn’t so sure. But he has no choice, so
after making
pious offerings to their favorite gods (Maurice, God of War, and Agnes,
Goddess
of Good Sex), off Jad and Kender go on their quest, in short order
encountering
bandits, pirates, various and sundry monsters, and a mysterious young
woman who
knows more than she’s letting on.
Sounds like pretty standard fantasy, right?
Wrong. Since
it’s mentioned in the cover copy, I’m not giving anything away by
revealing
that Urba isn’t a world at all, but a vast generation ship that has
been
voyaging through space for so long that its inhabitants have forgotten
their
Earthly origins--all except for the Elite. The Elite are the
descendants of the
technocrats who invented Urba’s pseudo-medieval society, which was put
in place
as a sort of giant social experiment after escalating religious and
cultural
tensions among the ship’s original passengers threatened disaster. But
some
sort of unknown catastrophe has rendered all Elite technology
nonfunctional, which
is certainly bad news for the Elite, but may also represent a threat to
Urba
itself--at least, according to Jad’s and Ken’s mysterious young woman,
Alucia, who
turns out to be an Elite in disguise.
Ken doesn’t believe a word of her story, but
to Jad, who
really is very shrewd, it all starts to make sense. When Alucia
proposes that
Jad and Ken accompany her on an expedition to the Elite’s main
stronghold to
try and figure out what’s going on, Ken--who is madly in lust with her
even
though he thinks she’s crazy--agrees at once. Jad is suspicious--he’s
pretty
sure that Alucia is manipulating them, not to mention the fact that she
is Elite, and therefore responsible for some pretty
terrible
things. But where Ken goes, Jad perforce must go also, praying that he
really
is, as Lord Krader contemptuously labeled him, a natural survivor.
Reading this book, I was strongly reminded
of Peter David’s sardonic
fantasy Sir Apropos of Nothing--not because of any
parallel
of setting or subject matter, but because Jad, resentful, self-serving,
sharp-tongued,
and extremely clever, bears more than a passing resemblance to David’s
anti-hero. Brosnan’s brand of punning, irreverent,
just-short-of-slapstick
humor is
also very much like David’s (though David is trying to make a fairly
serious
point
about heroism, and Brosnan doesn’t seem to be concerned with much
beyond the funny
stuff). I enjoy this sort of thing; and while one could pick a lot of
nits what
is really a pretty silly story, and some SF purists might be bothered
by
the fact
that it doesn’t take itself even remotely seriously as a generation
ship novel,
I had enough fun with it that I really didn’t care. The adventure is
entertaining,
the characters are amusing, and most of the humor works. Plus, there
are some smart
touches--“Probably some technocrat read The Lord of the
Rings one too many times,” Alucia says, trying to explain why
Urba
should have been set up as a kind of medieval theme park, complete with
trolls
and dragons and sea serpents. “Tried to read it once, but never got
through the
first volume. Dreadful stuff.”
Events toward the end indicate that Alucia,
a woman of many
secrets, has a few dozen more up her sleeve, and the open conclusion
promises more
hijinks to come. A sequel is due next year.
Copyright © 2004
Victoria Strauss
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