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A World Out of Time, Larry Niven

I’m still not entirely sure why I’m continuing to read, or reread, Niven’s novels. He was never a favourite of mine when I was reading science fiction back in the early 1980s, although Ringworld (1970, USA) does continue to hold some fascination. A World Out of Time (1976, USA), which is not part of Niven’s Known Space universe, was a reread – at least, I used to own a copy of the book (the 1982 Futura edition with the Peter Andrew Jones cover art) and I’m pretty sure I read it… But reading the book this year, none of it was familiar. And I’m usually pretty good at remembering books I’ve read, no matter how long ago.

Anyway, A World Out of Time is a Larry Niven novel. Corbell is dying of cancer, so he has himself frozen. And wakes in 2190, in the body of another man. Criminals in the worldwide State of 2190 have their personalities wiped. And the personalities of people who had themselves frozen in earlier centuries are then decanted into the criminals’ bodies (the process destroys the frozen body). The State which runs the world is mostly fascist, although Niven wants to present it as near-utopian. But people such as Corbell are considered less than human, and are employed in the sort of professions that would otherwise be occupied by slaves and, well, inmates in present-day US corporate-run prisons.

Corbell seems best-suited to become the pilot of a “rammer”, which is a single-person Bussard ramjet-powered spaceship which carries “biological package probes” used to terraform planets that are almost Earth-like. He is trained in his new role by being injected with RNA (not how it works, but never mind). Eventually, he is launched in his ship on a mission planned to take some 200 years at near lightspeed, returning him to Earth 300 years later. He’d spend most of the trip in cold sleep. But Corbell rebels, and aims his spaceship at the galactic core, intending to return to Earth 70,000 years later (not how it works, but never mind).

He judges it likely the State will still exist 70,000 years in the future, because it is a “water empire” but has no external enemies to bring it down (not how it works, but never mind; in fact, the concept of water empires has long since been debunked). Unfortunately, his watchdog back on Earth manages to upload his personality into the spaceship’s computer and it sabotages Corbell’s plan. So Corbell actually returns to Earth three millions years after he left.

Unsurprisingly, a lot has changed since 2190. Not least of which is that the Sun is now a red giant (which it won’t be three million years from now), and Earth has been moved into orbit about Jupiter. The State has long since vanished – eventually brought low by its own colonies. The secret of immortality was discovered, but only a select few, the Dictator class, were privy to it. But then an alternative process arrested development at the age of eleven, resulting in warring civilisations of immortal Boys and Girls.

On landing on Earth, which is now mostly inhospitable desert, Corbell is taken prisoner by the pilot of a Bussard ramjet spaceship who left centuries after him, and returned millennia before him. She had been kept in a “zero-time prison”, but later escaped. She is now old, but repeatedly mentions how beautiful she used to be (you can probably guess where that leads). She wants the secret of immortality for herself. Corbell escapes, and flees to Antarctica, which is temperate, and where some surviving Boys live in the ruins of one of their cities.

Nothing in A World Out of Time is even remotely believable, even for a science fiction novel. The trip through the galactic core manages to make a hash of everything from cosmology to physics. The Earth of three million years hence is just far too familiar – cars might fly, but cities have subways (and matter transmission booths, huh) and hospitals and police stations. The characterisation of the female antagonist is mostly offensive; Niven struggles to show the Boys are as super-intelligent as he tells us they are. The politics are everything you would expect of a white American male author who lives a life of unearned wealth and privilege.

A World Out of Time is actually a fix-up of three earlier stories, and the State apparently makes an appearance in two later novels, The Integral Trees (1984, USA) and The Smoke Ring (1987, USA).


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Grunts!, Mary Gentle

(Before I unshuttered this blog in April 2025, I posted some book reviews on Facebook. I’m going to repost a few of them here. Starting with this one.)

Grunts! (1992, UK) was a reread, although to be honest I remembered little of my original read back in the early 1990s. It’s not typical of her oeuvre as it’s a comic fantasy, although some of her short stories, particularly those written for the Midnight Rose anthologies, are similar. Back in the 1980s and 1990s, there was no comic fantasy market for writers in the UK, there was only a Terry Pratchett market. Having said that, Grunts! is not a novel Pratchett would have written.

A group of orcs discover a dragon’s hoard of weapons beneath a mountain. The dragon is dead, and the weapons appear to come from many different worlds, including our own. The hoard is cursed, however: whoever uses the weapons becomes like those from whom the weapons were stolen. In this case, the orcs arm themselves with guns and equipment used by the US Marines, and so slowly become US Marines.

The forces of Dark lose the final battle – despite the orcs with assault rifles – but the orcs are keen to show their continuing usefulness. So they go into the arms business. With the help of a halfling duchess of questionable morals, they manufacture and sell advanced weaponry to all the other nations. Then the Dark Lord returns from his defeat, but decides this time he can’t be bothered with a long war and a final battle. Instead, he wants an election. Meanwhile, a horde of space Bugs, a cross between giant biomechanical scorpions and the xenomorphs from the Alien franchise, have invaded…

Gentle pastiches pretty much every fantasy trope going, and every movie that features US Marines (and lots more besides). A lot of the fun in reading Grunts! is spotting the references. I’d definitely forgotten how bad some of the jokes were. For example:

“And now,” the small orc cried, “a song I’ve dedicated to Quartermaster Zaruk. He tells me he’s been getting lots of requests from you orcs for those camouflage cloth squares you can roll up and tie around your head. Unfortunately there aren’t any left in the stores”… “Yes, we have no bandannas…”

A lot of the orc characters are pastiches of stock characters from war films. There’s a covert operations undead orc squad, a mad genius inventor orc, and a squad of butch female orc Marines. The fantasy characters, on the other hand… they’re jokes, but they don’t come across as send-ups of stock fantasy characters.

Grunts! is a fun read – except for some of those jokes – more visceral than is usual for high fantasy (but that’s a Gentle thing), and despite being a comic fantasy filled with really bad jokes makes a number of serious points. Not Gentle’s best book by a long shot, and readers looking for something like Pratchett might be a little disappointed. But still a fun read.


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The Saint of Bright Doors, Vajra Chandrasekera

I wouldn’t say this was recommended by a friend so much as it was a friend asking me several times if I’d read the book and what I thought to it. Since I tend to have strong opinions on books, and if someone wants to know what that opinion is, then the book in question is either good enough, or bad enough, for me to invest an opinion in it. And what I knew about The Saint of Bright Doors (2023, Sri Lanka) wasn’t really in its favour: nominated for the Hugo and won the Nebula, two awards whose shortlists rarely align with my taste in genre fiction, and a modern fantasy in which magic sits alongside mobile phones, television, and so on…

And yet…:The Saint of Bright Doors is very good indeed. 

Mixing fantasy and mimetic fiction, as this novel does, is difficult and usually done badly (unless it’s a portal fantasy, which this isn’t). Chandrasekera pulls it off. That alone makes it a notable twenty-first century fantasy novel.

Fetter is the son of a god, the Perfect and Kind, but he lives with his mother, Mother-of-Glory, who raises him as an assassin, with the eventual plan of killing his father. By the time he hits his early twenties, Fetter is no longer an assassin and has moved to Luriat. The city is known for its “bright doors”. Doors which remain closed for a period of time become one-sided: door on one side, blank wall on the other. They cannot be opened and are painted in bright colours. To prevent this occurring, most doors have a glass or see-through panel.

Fetter masquerades as a student studying the bright doors, and gets involved with some revolutionary groups. He provides help to recent immigrants. But then his mother gets back in touch with him, and tells him of her past. How his father turned their island home into a peninsula, and then recreated the past so he had existed for thousands of years. Unfortunately, his followers have schismed, and one has become a brutal cult used by the authorities in Luriat.

Fetter is arrested and sent to an internment camp which seems to be much bigger on the inside than the outside (this reminded me of another novel, but I couldn’t think which). His father visits Luriat, and Fetter is brought out of the camp to see him. He refuses to bow to his father’s will. There is a pogrom, then a plague. Fetter fights against his father.

There’s a lot more crammed in there than just the above. There are books in which the author isn’t really sure where their story lies and so fills their story with far too many things. In parts, The Saint of Bright Doors feels a little like that, but somehow or other it all hangs together. Like the mix of magic and present-day technology, which shouldn’t work, but does.


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Scarpetta 24: Chaos, Patricia D Cornwell

This follows directly on from the previous book, Depraved Heart (2015, USA), and I have to wonder if the books in this series can be read independently anymore. Certainly I didn’t read the first few books of the Scarpetta series in order originally, much as I didn’t for both Sue Grafton’s Alphabet series (despite the titles; yes, I know) or Sara Paretsky’s VI Warsawski novels – both of which, incidentally, I recommend more than I do Cornwell’s Scarpetta series. My point being the early Scarpetta novels were pretty much self-contained, but now they form trilogies and short series within the larger series, and Chaos (2016, USA) is definitely a sequel to Depraved Heart, which itself continues on from Flesh and Blood (2014, USA). Chaos at least seems to be the end of it as psycho-genius Carrie Grethen is captured and committed to a secure psychiatric hospital by the end of the novel. And if that constitutes a spoiler, you’ve not been reading this series very long…

The road from chapter one to the end in Chaos is not all that different to the preceding books in this series within a series. There were, however, a couple of changes I hadn’t seen coming (and which may have been spoiled by the recent TV adaptation). Once again, the novel is structured around a murder which presents contradictory evidence. A young woman, whom Scarpetta had spoken to earlier that day, is found dead on a path in a park by the Harvard campus. She was on her bike, but has been thrown from it, and the cause of death is almost impossible to determine.

Meanwhile, Benson and Lucy are aware of events happening elsewhere in Boston, but keep Scarpetta in the dark. Scarpetta’s sister, Dorothy, the flaky children’s author, is flying up for a visit, and it seems she and Marino became “very good friends” in Miami during the events of Flesh and Blood. Most of Chaos takes place at the murder crime scene – the location, and the heat wave affecting Boston, have complicated the investigation.

Of course, Grethen is the murderer, and Scarpetta spends much of Chaos speculating how she might be involved, despite being entirely off-stage for the entire narrative. Benson’s and Lucy’s secretiveness seems less justified here than in earlier novels, and in places it feels like Cornwell was more interested in describing how uncomfortable Scarpetta finds the heatwave than in actually solving a murder.

Chaos is a quick read, and feels somewhat unsatisfying. The murder is solved, and further horrors are avoided, but it all seems weirdly secondhand, given that Grethen never makes an actual appearance. On the one hand, I like that Cornwell is focusing on Scarpetta much more intensely; on the other, keeping her in the dark for much of the novel is getting a little wearying. There’s third-person omniscient POV, and there’s tightly-coupled first-person POV, but having other members of the cast expressly not reveal information to the narrator for plot reasons…

Five books to go – assuming Cornwell doesn’t publish another before I reach the end, and she probably will. The next book in the series is Autopsy (2021, USA), which was adapted for the contemporary narrative strand in the recent TV series. It will be interesting to see what changed with the move to the screen.


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White King, Juan Gómez-Jurado

This is the third book of the Antonia Scott trilogy. I watched a TV adaptation of the first book, Red Queen (2018, Spain), and enjoyed it. So when the books popped up as cheap ebooks, I didn’t hesitate to buy them. Unfortunately, like another famous European thriller trilogy featuring a genius protagonist, the first book is way better than the sequels. In Red Queen, gay Basque detective Jon Gutiérrez is assigned to assist genius criminologist Antonia Scott while she investigates the kidnapping of a billionaire’s daughter. Scott is part of the Red Queen project, a pan-European agency which uses drugs and neural programming to enhance selected geniuses to make them super-effective solvers of crimes.

Red Queen was followed by Black Wolf (2019, Spain), which had Scott and Gutiérrez involved with Russian gangsters on the Costa del Sol. The title refers to a hired assassin. The events of both novels, however, had all been part of a plot organised by a genius psychopath known as the White King. And that’s what White King (2020, Spain) is about.

Mt White, the genius psychopath, has been hired to steal something. He needs Scott’s help, but of course she would refuse. So he set up the kidnappings in Red Queen, and the murders in Black Wolf, to manipulate her, and the Red Queen project, into a position where he has access to the thing he has been contracted to steal. None of this is especially convincing. Especially since the manipulation seems to depend on minor details from the first two books. 

White King is structured as three murders, one from several years before, one that occurs that very day, and one that is about to happen. All three are linked. Scott is given only hours to solve the murders. In order to motivate Scott, White kidnaps Gutiérrez and implants a bomb against his spine. If Scott fails to solve each crime by the deadline… Gutiérrez loses his head.

I mentioned another popular European trilogy, but unlike those three books, the Red Queen trilogy pits one genius against another, and genius is always difficult to present in fiction. White’s speciality is blackmailing people into performing tasks for him, even tasks completely against their nature – such as murdering all their colleagues. It’s not credible, and like most fiction of this type, book, television or film, relies on people abandoning whatever morals they may possess at the slightest provocation for plot reasons. The other aspect of genius as presented in fiction is vast knowledge. In past works, this manifested as erudite and well-educated, often self-educated, criminal masterminds. But these days, with computers so ubiquitous and intertwined in daily life, and the internet, there’s no need for the villain to have that knowledge, only have access to it. Which means Magical Hackers. And so it is here.

White King’s denouement is cleverly done, however, and Scott is an interesting character. Goméz-Jurado’s prose is choppy, and perhaps a little journalistic, but also plainly written with film or TV adaptation in mind. And the TV series was indeed good. There’s been no mention of adapting Black Wolf or White King. Which is a shame.