Monday, November 26, 2018

SCIFI MONTH BOOK REVIEW!! Spock Must Die!, by James Blish



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Spock Must Die!
(Star Trek Adventures, Book 1)
James Blish
Mass Market Paperback, 
118 pages
Bantam Books, 
February 1, 1972
Science Fiction, Star Trek TOS

Synopsis: When a transporter experiment goes horribly awry, suddenly there are two Mr. Spocks! One is the true First Officer of the Enterprise. The other is his complete opposite, a traitor whose very existence poses a grave threat to the crew, the ship, and the Federation itself. One of the Spocks must die. But which one ... ?



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The original Star Trek TV show remains, for me, the very best of all the various incarnations of this great, pioneering SF series. As for the characters on this show, my very favorite is Mr. Spock, that enigmatic Vulcan whose personality is actually a combination of Terran and Vulcan traits.

Star Trek has always appealed to me not only because of the highly compelling characters and imaginative plots, but also because of the philosophical aspects included in most of its episodes (with the exception of the truly bad ones, such as "Mudd's Angels"). Blish certainly makes use of these aspects in this short novel.

The concept that forms the basis of the novel is one that has also been featured on the show itself, in more than one episode. The most similar to the one in this novel is "The Enemy Within", in which Captain Kirk is replicated due to a transporter malfunction. In Spock Must Die!, it is Spock who is replicated, although the effect of this replication is totally different from Kirk's. Whereas Kirk was split into his good and evil sides, which then had to be brought back together to form one whole person, each of the two Spocks IS one whole person. Interestingly, however, one of them does turn out to be evil, and is the complete opposite of the real Mr. Spock. (This also reminds me of yet another episode, "Mirror, Mirror".)

The story opens with something that also frequently appeared on the original program: McCoy's philosophical ruminations on the possible effects of beaming a humanoid from one place to another. He wonders whether the person who emerges from the transporter at any given destination is really the same person who stepped into it at the originating location. He also speculates as to whether this person's soul has actually been lost in the process. 

This is a fascinating line of reasoning, and Blish expands upon it through the characters and plot. McCoy's thoughts actually seem prophetic, as the Enterprise crew find themselves in need of initiating a transporter experiment in order to find out what has happened to the Organians and their planet, and just how the Klingons might be involved. (The Organians were first introduced in "Errand of Mercy".)

In this particular case, Mr. Scott, the Chief Engineer, comes up with the idea of using the transporter to beam a tachyon version of an Enterprise crew member to Organia, as the starship itself is not within beaming range of the planet. The reason for this is so as not to risk sending the actual person to Organia, thus protecting him or her from any harmful effects, due to the distance. Spock, as Science Officer, as well as First Officer, is chosen for this "mission".

According to the Wikipedia article on the subject, a tachyon is "a hypothetical particle that always moves faster than light." In this novel, tachyons are treated as real physical particles. In my honest opinion, this unfortunately presents the dilemma of how a "tachyon version" of a real person could be beamed anywhere. Wouldn't that be a contradiction in terms? How could such a version even exist in our universe? Wouldn't this "person" necessarily be in a different dimension, given that they are composed of particles that move faster than light, whereas we regular humans are not composed of such particles? This, I think, is a flaw in the author's reasoning.

Getting back to the story.....something goes terribly wrong with the transporter, and, when it is finally shut off, TWO Spocks have now emerged..... Again, I must wonder at even the fictional possibility of this occurring, given that one of these Spocks is made up of these tachyons....

Although the idea of a transporter malfunction is not a new one in the original ST series (I don't know about the other versions, since I haven't watched them), Blish gives it a new twist, something I really enjoyed. In the days following this surprising turn of events, the reader witnesses Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty try to make sense of and attempt to solve this situation. Kirk is particularly stressed out by it, as Spock is not only his First Officer, but his friend, as well. He is especially dismayed when one of the Spocks -- the one Kirk has decided to call "Spock Two" -- almost immediately demands that the other Spock be destroyed, as he claims that "Spock One" is the replicate. 

In my honest opinion, this could have turned out to be a truly magnificent novel, had it only been longer. The conflict between the two Spocks could have been developed much further than it actually was, thus creating more drama. Moreover, we could have gotten more information about Mr. Spock's psyche -- the human as well as the Vulcan side. I would have really appreciated it if Blish had delved deeper into the psychological aspects of the story.

As all Star Trek TOS fans are aware, Mr. Spock remains the show's most fascinating and intriguing character, because of the contradictions inherent in his unique personality. These contradictions can often be a source of frustration, as well as humor, to the humans surrounding him, but they are also a source of inner torment to the Vulcan himself. Having two versions of this character at hand could have created a LOT of interesting situations between the two versions. This could also have created a LOT more havoc with the crew than it actually did -- not to mention the Klingons. Unfortunately, Blish did not fully avail himself of the opportunity to do so....

This whole thing is taking place at the same time that a war -- started by the Klingons -- is going on. This war was also not dealt with adequately. The Organians had previously put a stop to any hostilities between the Federation and the Klingons, in the TV episode mentioned above. The Organians are somewhat incapacitated in this novel, but still, I do think the author could have come up with some way for them to intervene, in spite of what was going on (which I won't go into, so as not give out any spoilers). 

The original series -- and I'm sure the subsequent versions were, as well -- has always been very cerebral. I, for one, was totally fascinated by all the scientific explanations that were included in this novel, even though the whole tachyon thing remains a scientific theory, at best.

Here are some samples:

(Scotty speaking) "Suppose we were to redesign the transporter so that, instead of scannin' a man an' replicatin' him at destination in his normal state, it replicated him in tachyons, at this end of the process?"(page 14)

(Scotty again) "After I got the report from Dr. McCoy about the amino acids, I took the assumption one radical step further. I assumed that the mirroring went all the way down to the elementary particles of which space-time and energy-matter are made. Why not? The universe is complicated, but it is consistent." (page 71)

(McCoy speaking) "All this reminded me that though we -- humanity, that is -- know the elementary particles of matter and energy, know the unit of gravity, have even (so Scotty tells me) identified something called the chronon which is the smallest possible bit into which time can be divided, we do not know the elementary unit of consciousness. We do not even know the speed of thought." (page 73)


However, this being a novel, and not a scientific treatise, I repeat that Blish should have developed the plot further, making the book  longer, so as to create more dramatic tension in the story. The ending, for example, was a bit too facile, as well as contrived.

This is still a solid piece of ST TOS fiction that is strictily canon. The characters all speak and act as they did in the original episodes. The one little quibble I have, which has been mentioned by other reviewers, is that McCoy is referred to as "Doc" throughout this novel, by all the other characters. All of us fans know very well that Kirk's nickname for McCoy is "Bones". Yet, in this book, Kirk never used this nickname. Instead, he called the doctor "Doc", like everyone else in the crew depicted in this book.

All in all, this is an excellent, if somewhat flawed, addition to the Star Trek TOS universe. The writing is superb, however, which is why I cannot in good conscience give this book less than 4 stars. And I do recommend it to every dedicated Trekker out there! Furthermore, it certainly made me nostalgic for the original episodes..... I need to set aside a weekend for a Star Trek TOS marathon!

Live long and prosper, fellow Terrans!!  


MY RATING:








James Benjamin Blish (East Orange, New Jersey, May 23, 1921 – Henley-on-Thames, July 30, 1975) was an American author of fantasy and science fiction. Blish also wrote literary criticism of science fiction using the pen name William Atheling Jr.

In the late 1930's to the early 1940's, Blish was a member of The Futurians. This was a group
of science fiction fans, based in New York, City,
who "were a major force in the development
of science fiction writing and science fiction
fandom in the years 1937 - 1945."
(Source: Wikipedia)

Blish trained as a biologist at Rutgers and Columbia University, and spent 1942–1944 as a medical technician in the U.S. Army. After the war he became the science editor for the Pfizer pharmaceutical company. His first published story appeared in 1940, and his writing career progressed until he gave up his job to become a professional writer.

He is credited with coining the term 'gas giant', in the story "Solar Plexus", as it appeared in the anthology Beyond Human Ken, edited by Judith Merril. (The story was originally published in 1941, but that version did not contain the term; Blish apparently added it in a rewrite done for the anthology, which was first published in 1952.)


Blish was married to the literary agent Virginia Kidd from 1947 to 1963.

From 1962 to 1968, he worked for the Tobacco Institute.

 
Between 1967 and his death from lung cancer in 1975, Blish became the first author to write short story collections based upon the classic TV series Star Trek. In total, Blish wrote 11 volumes of short stories adapted from episodes of the 1960s TV series, as well as an original novel, Spock Must Die! in 1970 — the first original novel for adult readers based upon the series (since then hundreds more have been published). He died midway through writing Star Trek 12; his wife, J.A. Lawrence, completed the book, and later completed the adaptations in the volume Mudd's Angels.


Blish also wrote some important SF works, such as A Case of Conscience (1958), and  Cities in Flight (1970), a four-volume collection. He was awarded the Hugo for Best Novel in 1959 for the former. In 1965, he also received a Nebula nomination for Best Novelette, for  "The Shipwrecked Hotel", with 
Norman L. Knight. In 1968, he received the Nebula award nomination for Best Novel, for Black Easter.
(For more Blish works, click on the Fantastic
Fiction link below.)
  
Blish lived in Milford, Pennsylvania at Arrowhead until the mid-1960s. In 1968, Blish emigrated to England, and lived in Oxford until his death in 1975. He is buried in Holywell Cemetery, Oxford, near the grave of Kenneth Grahame.










Saturday, November 24, 2018

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Friday, November 23, 2018

Book Blogger Hop No. 152: A Book Character 'Come to Life'.....



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This Week's Question

You meet an interesting person of
the opposite sex at a club. Suddenly,
they start acting as if they were a
character in a novel you've read,
and they are firmly convinced
that they ARE that character.
First, which character is it,
second, from what book, and third,
how do you react?

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My Answer


Disclaimer
All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of The Twilight Saga. No copyright infringement is intended. 
The events in this little story are 
purely fictional, and any 
similarities to actual people
are totally coincidental. Last but 
DEFINITELY not least, my husband's
first name is NOT Tom. 

The club was really hopping that Saturday night. The crowd was rowdier than usual, so the bouncers had their hands more than full. Lights skittered across jaded, drunken faces, in time to the wild gyrations of countless bodies. Darkness pounded with blaring sound.

He was sitting at the bar, an untouched drink in front of him. I caught a glimpse of his face, intermittently lit by the pink and purple lights, as I danced, or rather, tried to, with Tom, who had come over to our table almost as soon as my friends and I had arrived. He introduced himself, and politely asked me for a dance. He was very attractive -- jet black hair, soulful, dark brown eyes, a sexy smile, six feet tall..... Oh, yeah, I wanted to dance, all right. My friends giggled and teased me, and I blushed as Tom took my hand and gently pulled me out of the chair. 

We danced to three songs, one after the other. As Tom whirled me around during the third, I suddenly caught another glimpse of that face. He was gazing indolently at the dancing crowd, but his eyes suddenly zeroed in on me. They stayed there briefly, then flitted away, and he turned his back on the dance floor. I sucked in my breath, stunned, and completely lost my concentration. I collided, hard, with Tom's chest.

"I think I need to sit this one out. My head feels funny. Sorry, and thanks for the dances." I smiled weakly up at him. He was nice, really. He had even put up with my clumsy dance moves. But then I had seen him, and I couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling that I had seen that face before, somewhere. I found myself feeling curious enough to know just where, too.

"Sure, no problem." He shrugged, smiling. "Want me to get you a glass of water or something?"

I looked down. My cheeks were on fire. I felt sorry for the poor guy.

"No, thanks. I just need to sit down for a while...at the bar." Involuntarily, I looked in his direction, as my face continued to flame.

Tom glanced over at the bar, and, of course, saw the guy sitting there. Then he looked back at me, and frowned.

"You know that guy?" His voice had suddenly taken on a note of hostility.

I couldn't bring my eyes up to his face. "Well, no, not really..." I stammered. Too late, I realized I should have come up with some excuse, like having to go to the restroom, and asking Tom to wait for me back at my friends' table. But I just never did stuff like that. All I wanted to do, anyway, was to check out my suspicions about this guy.....

"Oh, I see," he said, "you would like to get to know him, then."

I opened my mouth to say something, as I looked up at his face. It was set in stone, and he was glaring at me.

"Later, then," he said, as he took his hand off my arm. With that, he turned around, and promptly disappeared into the crowd.

I bit my lower lip. Now I was feeling very guilty. Tom was a nice, good-looking guy, I scolded myself. But...then I had seen that other guy, and, well, he looked so familiar…..

I found myself walking slowly over to him.

As I approached, I saw him come out of his apparent reverie, and turn to watch me coming closer. His eyes were a peculiar shade of gold – warm butterscotch was the color that came to mind. They were pointedly staring at mine. I could not look away, but I did manage to take in the rest of his face. It was the most beautiful male face I had ever seen, with its strong jaw, sculpted nose, and dark, brooding eyebrows. Then I noticed how pale he looked, even in the club's semi-darkness. Shadows framed his eyes, giving him a very gloomy, even frightening appearance, and yet…...

His hair, gleaming bronze in the pulsating lights, contrasted sharply with his face. The hair was tousled…… So familiar!

Then it hit me – Edward Cullen. The guy was a dead ringer (no pun intended) for freaking Edward Cullen. Well, Robert Pattinson, really. Oh.My.God. Robert Pattinson? Could I really get that lucky?!

I somehow flowed into the seat next to him. I did not take my eyes off his face as I crossed my legs, taking my little purse off my shoulder and laying it on the counter.

We said nothing for a few minutes, simply staring at each other. I suppose he was as surprised by my approach and helpless scrutiny as I was. And yet, I had the feeling that he had been expecting my approach.

Then he spoke.

"You should get up just as quietly and quickly as you can, and leave." His voice was as beautiful as the rest of him. It held no hint of menace, and yet, I shivered. He even sounded like Edward in the movies.

"What...did you just say?" I laughed nervously. I couldn't possibly have heard him right.

He closed his eyes, as if he were in pain, and brought one of his hands to his head, leaning on the counter. Again I noticed that he had not touched his drink. It appeared to be a Bloody Mary.

"Please!" This time it was unmistakable; he was hissing through his teeth. "You must leave, now! Don't ask any questions. Just go!"

"But why?" I was so shocked, I didn't know whether to take his blasted drink and throw it in his face, or just stomp away angrily.

Then he opened his eyes, and glared at me. A thrill of fear swept through my body, but I didn’t move. The fear was quickly replaced by anger, though.

“You’re honestly the RUDEST guy I’ve ever met,” I sputtered, clenching my fists. “I’m sure you’re aware of your uncanny resemblance to Robert Pattinson. You think you can just snap your fingers, and have any woman in this club, don’t you?”

He suddenly smiled, and it was not a pleasant smile.

“You are absolutely right. But it really wouldn’t be good for any of them if they succumbed to my charms. It certainly wouldn’t be good for you, either.”

I folded my arms and met his stare with as much indignation as I could. “Oh, so you think I’m going to ‘succumb’, as you put it?”

“You already have. I reeled you right in, didn’t I? You couldn’t wait to sashay on over here, could you?”

I was speechless. The fact that he was now grinning broadly, with no hint of malice, confused me. Was this guy a chameleon, or what? And…..was I talking to the real English actor, who had made so many girls and women swoon while watching the Twilight movies?

I had to ask. I just had to.

“Are you Robert Pattinson? If you are, why are you being so freaking rude? Don’t you care about your adoring fans, of which I happen to be one?”

He suddenly, actually, growled. “My name is Edward Cullen,” he spit out, through gritted teeth.

“Well, dahling,” I drawled, as I picked up my purse and got to my feet, “you can add arrogance to your list of ‘charms’. I can’t believe you actually think you’re Edward Cullen! Enjoy the hunt.”

Incredibly, as I got off the bar seat and turned to leave, he was right beside me, grabbing my arm. I was startled. How had he moved so quickly?

“Not so fast…..Bella,” he purred in that delicious voice of his. I really felt fear this time.

“Wait……what name did you just call me?” I turned to look at him, my mouth agape.

“Don’t play games…..Bella,” He continued to purr, his hand still on my arm.

“You must have had more to drink than it looked, at first glance,” I snapped, jerking my arm away. Incredibly, he let me go. “My name is NOT Bella.”

He smiled again. “You can cut out the play acting now. Charlie won’t be happy when I tell him you’ve been club hopping. You’re underage, you know.”

I was again rendered speechless. I cleared my throat. “Sir, you obviously need glasses promptly. I am NOT Bella. She’s a character in Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight books. And you are obviously NOT Edward Cullen, despite your resemblance to Robert Pattinson, the actor who played him in the movies. Edward is a fictional character. My name is Maria, and I don’t even look remotely like Bella. Plus, I’m – ahem – quite a bit older than seventeen. I’m currently single, but have no plans on starting a new relationship. Especially not with a man who’s several years younger than me, and is a psycho Edward Cullen look-alike!”

I turned to go, but had only taken a few steps when he overtook me once more, grabbing my arm again.

“Let me go,” I hissed between clenched teeth.

“You know, I’ve changed my mind. I think I scared you, telling you to go away. But I like you. You’re fiery. So, against my better judgment, I want to dance with you.”

“But I do NOT want to dance with you,” I said, evenly.

As an answer, he suddenly kissed me. A thrill of electricity went through me, but I resisted the feeling. I reminded myself that this guy was definitely NOT who he claimed to be.

Somehow, I managed to tear my mouth away from his.

“Let. Me. Go.” I hissed again, while struggling to get free.

He chuckled, actually leering at me. “All right, I will. But you have to say, ‘Please let me go, Edward.’ "

Edward, again?! This guy was totally nuts!

“All right…..Edward, please let me go.”

And he promptly did. I quickly reached back, purse in hand, and slugged him in the jaw, as hard as I possibly could. He actually staggered. I think he was more surprised than I was.

He stared at me, gingerly rubbing his jaw.

“Wow, Bella, you sure pack a mean punch! I thought your punches were only for Jacob. Well, you’ll pay me back for that!”

Then he snarled, and took a step toward me.

“She’s not paying you back for anything, dude,” a voice suddenly said, to my right. I turned. Unbelievably, it was Tom.

I grinned at him thankfully.

“Thanks, Tom!” I told him, as I put a hand on his arm. “I really appreciate you coming back, especially after the way I treated you earlier.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he replied, smoothly, keeping his eyes on “Edward”. “Now, what do you say we get out of here?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!” I replied, enthusiastically.

Without further ado, Tom grabbed my hand, and we turned away from the weird guy, wasting no time in putting distance between him and us. But, as we hurriedly jostled and bumped our way through the crowds, I heard “Edward” yell out, “See you in your bedroom tonight, Bella!”

Tom snickered, although I didn’t quite hear him because of all the noise.

Finally, we saw the heavy, double wooden doors in front of us. They opened as we approached, admitting a small group of people who had already been carded. We slipped through them, past the bouncers. Then, we were outside. I took a deep breath.

“Are you all right?” Tom solicitously asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded slowly. My legs were shaking.

“That sure was a nice punch, Maria. I’ve never seen a girl – I mean, woman – throw a punch like that!”

“Thanks! But I have to admit I’m still glad you were there!”

“Who was that guy, anyway?”

I laughed. “He actually told me that he was Edward Cullen. You know, from the Twilight movies?”

Tom guffawed. “No way! He’s loony tunes!”

“Yeah, for sure!” I laughed right along with him. I was still shaking a bit, but was recovering quickly. “Edward never treated Bella that way!”

Tom grinned, linking his arm through mine. “Well, I hope you now have a greater appreciation for nice guys like me, ‘Bella’ !!”

“Oh, believe me, I do!” I squeezed his arm, looking straight into those soulful eyes of his.

"You know, I haven't properly apologized to you," I whispered. Then I reached up, took his face in my hands, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. He sighed, put his arms around my waist, and leaned right into the kiss…..

And this is the unbelievable way in which I met my future husband! 



 

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