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The Legion Of Space (1977)

The Legion of Space (1977)

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0722191715 (ISBN13: 9780722191712)
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Warning: there are spoilers in the review belowLegion of Space is a space opera from the 40s. It's an entertaining read if you ignore some of the glaring items that challenge one's ability to suspend disbelief (something I usually save for movies). There are a number of instances when the author does not really seem to think through what he is writing compared to what happened or happens elsewhere in the story. Or with 'reality', as it were. For me it was more space fantasy than space opera. {shrug}Story synopsis: John Star nee Ulnar is a new and enthusiastic graduate from the Legion of Space Academy. He is immediately assigned by the commander of the Legion of Space to Eric Ulnar, John's distant cousin, hero who traveled to Barnard's Star and back, one of the few survivors of that ill-fated expedition. When there Eric made a political alliance with the Medusae race in order to install him on the seat of power and restore the Emperor of the Sun rule, with the Ulnar name back in the royal saddle once again. To this end Eric has schemed to have a woman named Aladoree Anthar kidnapped by the Medusans and whisked off to Barnard's Star. The 'why' is because Aladoree is the only person in the Solar System who knows the secret of and how to build and operate AKKA, a time-space distortion machine that essentially erases whatever it is targeted at from our Universe - even a star. There is political intrigue atop of political intrigue at the start, as the commander of the Legion of Space, Adam Ulnar (another kinsman of John's), wants John Ulnar to take the mantle of Emperor of the Sun instead of Eric (but Eric is unaware of this). John and Eric and Eric's two Legionnaire henchmen travel to a remote site on Mars where Aladoree is being guarded by four other Legion-loyal soldiers. These defenders of Aladoree and AKKA are either killed and/or tricked into captivity, and Aladoree is whisked away by Eric and the Medusans (what happened to Eric's henchmen is a mystery). John, being utterly naive and having no clue, is duped into helping Eric with his plan, but before it all comes about, he meets Aladoree and falls in love with her. However, upon learning his name is Ulnar, she wants nothing to do with him. Upshot is that she is taken by the Medusans to Barnard's Star, John is left behind to free Jay Halam, Hal Samdu, and Giles Habibula, the only survivors who had once guarded Aladoree, and together the swashbuckling quartet - think the Four Musketeers in Space - work their way to Barnard's Star, and effect a rescue (and escape) of Aladoree with the impossible odds stacked two miles high against them. Then they have to get back to Earth, and stop the Medusan take-over of the Solar System. And as there are sequels to this novel, you can rest assured they manage to do just that. :-)Now, I reiterate, if you can suspend disbelief to some high levels, this story should be a fun little read. But for me, I just couldn't suspend it high enough. Yes, I can accept the Medusans, interplanetary and interstellar travel, impossible-seeming flora and fauna, fantastic sun-like weapons, but….well, I was doing fine up until the group made it to the Medusan world, then some details started to distract me from the story. First, the author doesn't seem to have a grasp as to how far people can travel in a given day. At one point the group, haggard, on this alien world, spend 12 hours crawling through a thick wall of deadly plants, battling untold hostile lifeforms, then jaunt around the outside of the Medusan city for about 20 miles without missing a beat. This after suffering many injuries in their fights for survival on the planet. Another point they are crossing up and down and up and down and up and down vast and craggy mountain ranges with little/no equipment, in short periods of time (being a mountaineer and knowing what is required to travel in mountains, craggy or benign….this was difficult for me to accept)As they drew near the great Medusan city, with two mile high walls, without optical aid the group could make out in detail the physical characteristics of the Medusan aliens floating around the top of the wall. Down to being able to tell how many eyes they have (granted the eyes are a few feet in diameter - but from 2-3 miles away?)Giles is a heavy set fellow with the need to eat pretty much constantly. After weeks of starving on the Medusan planet, he and the other three Legionnaires had become lean and bony. "They had become four lean, haggard men - even Giles Habibula was skin and bone…". However, not 6 pages later, once they get to the great city, he suddenly gets stuck coming through a hole that the others slip through with ease. But…but…"skin and bone"…?Meanwhile, the Medusans stage a pretty successful take-over of the Solar System, and while Williamson does not go into detail on the damage wrought to Earth and the colonies, it's pretty evident that billions of humans had been killed by the time John and the rest get back to stop the Medusans. Overall I did like the story. I liked the premise, I liked the characters, but I couldn't give this more than three stars because of the glaring distractions. For some folks, these may not be issues and they can accept them fine. For me, having the experiences I have from my own real life adventuring and in critical thinking, they are a bit harder to swallow. When I first read this as a kid, it was great, I couldn't get enough. But now as a more learned adult... :-)

Jack Williamson's The Legion of Space is an interesting artifact the Golden Age of science fiction, copyrighted in 1935 and then tweaked after the war with its twentieth-century narrative frame now mentioning Pearl Harbor. It is definitely an acquired taste, though. If this novel were the work of a modern author...well, the thing simply would not be publishable, as if Norman Spinrad's The Iron Dream, by Adolf Hitler had been stripped of irony and self-awareness; call that, at most, one star. From the perspective of the mid-1930s, though, presumably it would be a four- or perhaps five-star book...in the category of "science fiction space opera," of course. For a science fiction buff whose readings have included the old stuff, let us call it now two or three stars, rounding up on general principle.The story is pure adventure, at a breakneck pace, with short little chapters ending with a cliffhanger. I do not fault it for that--such is the genre, and even quaint oddities such as future fortresses with medieval-style walls, alien jails whose completely mechanical locks can be picked by Earthlings, awe-inspiring buildings whose dimensions usually come in increments of thousands of feet, and whatnot do not detract too much. The voice of the narrative, however, is a little harder to swallow: a simple third-person point of view that is big on superlative descriptors of the external world while dipping into the inner mind of the protagonist somewhat perfunctorily. Again, though, that is the 1930s.What grated a bit for me was the utter simpleness of worldview. Good is good, and bad is bad, and while there may indeed be truth in that, too often such things were just painfully obvious. The man who would overthrow democracy and reinstate a monarchy, with himself as Emperor of the Sun, for example, seems a baddie from the moment he steps onstage, wearing makeup bold enough to be read even by viewers in the last row. This distant relative of the protagonist is effeminate and haughty, possessed of "insolent pride" and a "[r]etreating chin and irresolute mouth betray[ing] the man's fatal weakness"--all of this given in five ex cathedra lines predating by three decades the "Show; don't tell" admonition of countless creative writing professors. When the protagonist ignores his shiver of unease and instead tells himself that he should not doubt this superior officer of the Legion of Space--who is attended, by the way, by one trooper described as ratlike and another described as wolfish--this gives us less complexity than an awkward and cringe-worthy moment. How, after all, did he miss the urgent piano music and the mustachios being twirled?The giant jellywish-like alien invaders are evil, as apparently can be apprehended at first glance. The "girl" who guards the secret of the ultimate weapon that has kept the peace of the Solar System is slim and beautiful, and naturally the protagonist falls--without, of course, ever consciously putting a name on it until the end--in love with her at their first meeting. One of his companions-to-be is a calm and quiet-voiced leader, one is hugely muscled, and one is an obese gourmand goldbrick always bemoaning, comic-relief-wise, his pathetic fate, and calling for another meal, another nap, or another bottle of wine...oh, yes, but he happens to be a top-notch locksmith and spaceship engineman, too. Even the protagonist's other distant relative, the one who arranged for the square-jawed fellow to serve under the baddie, is precisely what he seems, right down to the redeeming qualities that were obvious even when he seemed a traitor to all that was good and right.Such carping out of the way, however, The Legion of Space is at least a decent book, so long as the reader understands that it comes from an era almost 80 years removed, from the heyday of pulp fiction. It is fun--it really is--if approached in the right frame of mind.

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Zowie!When the the last time you finished reading a book and said, "Zowie!"?I might have said it when I finished Jack Williamson's The Legion of Space had I been twelve years old and read it in 1934, the year it was first serialized in Astounding Stories. I might have uttered an appreciative "zowie" had I read it in book form in 1947, assuming, again, and this always seems to be the crucial bit, that I was around twelve years old. But I just read it in a book club edition published along with two other Wiliamson "League: stories in 1975. Two confessions: I am not twelve years old, and I am not going to read the other two novels. The "Legion" series exists today as an interesting historical artifact, a sample of what sf was like before the Golden Age that began after World War II. It is also a good example of why the literary establishment -- damn those snobs -- were not inclined to take sf seriously. This is a slambang adventure story -- planet-hopping space opera with the fate of the human race at stake. Can this desperate band of misfits, lifted as characters from The Three Muskateers with a touch of Flastaff thrown in, get the job done? Can they rescue Aldoree!, a heroine whose name appears so often followed by an exclamation point that when one is missing it reads as a typo. Aladoree! who holds the secret to an all-powerful weapon. Aladoree! who is held captive by the grotesque Medusae, gigantic floating things from beyond our universe who fortunately, for mankind's sake, want the secret of Aladoree's weapon badly enough themselves that they don't just kill her and get it over with.Williamson wrote this when he was twenty five years old, and he published his last Legion novel in 1982. If The Three Muskateers was his inspiration, Star Wars is his progeny. Had The Legion of Space been optioned by Hollywood in the 1930's or '40's, the film would have looked like a Buck Rogers serial, with which, admittedly, it has a lot in common. The sets would have been as stagy as the acting, and the monsters would have looked ridiculous. In fact most of the monsters could not even have been done unless the studio was prepared to pony up for stop motion animation. It was not until the last decades of the 20th century that special effects technology began to catch up with what was called for by sf narratives. But what we got, fifty years after the fact, were the same adolescent fantasies that appeared in the pulps. OK, not true across the board, but look in the movie guide of today's paper -- if anyone still takes the paper. I am not going to change my rating of The Legion of Space, but I recommend that anyone interested in the history of science fiction give it a read.
—Charles Dee Mitchell

‘SPACE LEGIONNAIRESThey were the greatest trio of swashbuckling adventurers ever to ship out to the stars! There was giant Hal Samdu, rocklike Jay Kalam and the incomparably shrewd and knavish Giles Habibula.Here is their first thrilling adventure – the peril-packed attempt to rescue the most important person in the galaxy, keeper of the vital secret essential to Humanity’s survival in the deadly struggle against the incredibly evil Medusae.’Blurb from the 1983 Sphere paperback editionER Burroughs employed a device of using a prologue to explain to the reader how his ‘factual’ accounts of John Carter’s exploits on Mars managed to find their way to a publisher. Here, Williamson does much the same thing as the first chapter, set in a contemporary USA, tells of old John Delmar, who is convinced of the fact of his death within a matter of weeks. John Delmar, it transpires, is receiving telepathic broadcasts from the future and has been writing the future history of his family. Pioneers and scientists, they eventually found an Empire within the Solar System and become despotic and corrupt rulers before being overthrown and replaced with a democratic system.Our hero, John Ulnar, is a descendant of this future historian and is embroiled in a plot to restore the Empire. A young girl, Aladoree Anthar, is the hereditary guardian of the secret of a simple but devastating weapon known only as AKKA. To gain control of AKKA and implement a coup, the Ulnar family (unbeknown to John) have made an alliance with the Medusae from the hellish world which orbits Barnard’s Star. Aladoree Anthar is kidnapped and it is up to John and his trio of companions to travel to the world of the Medusae, rescue Aladoree Anthar and stop the great tentacled beasties in their secret plan to invade and conquer Earth.It’s a simple but effective tale which suffers from rather obvious errors such as humans being able to live and breathe in the open atop a three thousand foot building on the Martian moon, Phobos, or indeed on Pluto’s moon, Cerberus.One also wonders why Williamson’s Falstaffian character Giles Habibula is never told to shut up, since his rambling oratories and complaints appear with depressing regularity from his first introduction.'Poor Giles Habibula, aged and crippled in the loyal service of the Legion, now without a place on any planet to rest his mortal head. Hunted through the black and frozen deep of space, driven out of the System he has given his years and his strength to defend. Driven out to face a planet full of green inhuman monsters. Ah me! The ingrate System will regret this injustice to a mortal hero!’He wiped the tears away, then, with the back of a great fat hand, and tilted up the flagon.[p70]On the positive side, Williamson’s settings are colourful and inventive and in describing larger cosmological issues such as the functions of dust-clouds and nebulae as the wombs for the creation of new star systems, he is very much in tune with current thinking on the issue.It’s a novel which seems very hastily written for serialisation in ‘Astounding’ and not subsequently revised for book publication. This does however, give the story a fast-paced edge.
—Roddy Williams

"The Legion of Space," the opening salvo of a tetralogy that Jack Williamson wrote over a nearly 50-year period, was initially released as a six-part serial in the April-September 1934 issues of "Astounding Stories." (This was some years before the publication changed its name to "Astounding Science-Fiction," in March '38, and, with the guidance of newly ensconced editor John W. Campbell, Jr., became the most influential magazine in sci-fi history.) It was ultimately given the hardcover novel treatment in 1947. One of the enduring classics of swashbuckling "space opera," "Legion" is a true page-turner, written in the best pulp style. Though Williamson had only sold his first story, "The Metal Man," some six years before, by 1934 he showed that he was capable of coming out with a blazing saga of space action to rival those of E.E. "Doc" Smith himself. That elusive "sense of wonder" is much in evidence in "Legion," and the book's relentless pace, nonstop action, incessant cliffhangers, and remarkable panache make it truly unputdownable. Simply put, the book is a blast.In it, we meet young John Ulnar, a recent graduate, after five years of training, of the Legion Academy. His initial posting as a Legionnaire is the planet Mars, where his supremely important duty is to guard beautiful Aladoree Anthar, keeper of the secret of AKKA, the system's ultimate superweapon. Three fellow Legionnaires (read: 30th century musketeers) are detailed to the same assignment, and so we get to meet, for the first time, the perpetually cool Jay Kalan; a redheaded giant of enormous strength, Hal Samdu (yes, an anagram of "Dumas"); and the perpetually complaining Giles Habibula, a master lock picker and a character universally described, in the 75 years since his initial appearance, as "Falstaffian." When Aladoree is kidnapped by the Medusae--enormous, levitating, jellyfishlike aliens from the dying world around Barnard's Star--with the help of some traitorous Legionnaires, the quartet embarks on an interstellar quest, against tremendous odds, to rescue her and save the human worlds from invasion. Before all is said and done, Williamson has dished out several space battles, a nebula storm, a raid on Pluto's moon, and a transcontinental slog across the Medusan homeworld, fighting various alien flora and fauna (including a giant amoeba!), not to mention the elements themselves, the entire way, all culminating in a suicidal incursion into the Medusans' miles-high city. This is truly red-blooded, rousing stuff, guaranteed to pump the adrenaline of all readers who are young at heart. "The single most popular science fiction novel serialized during the '30s," sci-fi great Alexei Panshin has written of it, and is it any wonder?"The Legion of Space" is not for everyone, however, and does admittedly come with its share of problems. The book is inelegantly written, to put it mildly, and those readers who prefer their sci-fi to seem more like prose poetry should stick with the likes of Ursula K. LeGuin or J.G. Ballard. Several passages contain instances of fuzzy writing (such as the descriptions of the space cruiser The Purple Dream), and there are also some instances of faulty grammar, such as misplaced modifiers. Some of the action in the book will most likely strike readers as being highly improbable. (Is it really possible to climb down a 5,000-foot-high drainpipe in the pouring rain? Or construct a glider from the wings of a giant alien dragonfly and some lumber?) And time, it must be said, has rendered many of Williamson's scientific/historic pronouncements...well, dated. Man did not colonize the Moon before the 1990s, and the distance from the Earth to Mars is not the 100 million miles stated in the novel, but, at the most, 63 million. The Martian moon Phobos is not 20 miles in diameter, as Williamson has it, but a mere seven. And Williamson gives the planet Pluto a moon in his story, called Cerberus, although no moon had been discovered as of 1934. It would not be until 1978 that Charon was discovered, and then Nix and Hydra in 2005. Still, the grammatical goofs, improbabilities and scientific/historic blunders all somehow fade into nothingness while the reader is engaged in flipping those pages. The book is utterly engrossing and utterly fun, and has been thrilling generation after generation of readers since it first appeared. The secret of AKKA, and that unusual acronym, is NOT revealed in this book, I should add. Readers are advised to proceed on to book two in the series, "The Cometeers," for further explication....
—Sandy

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