John
Wyndham & Lucas Parkes
This
is the only one of Wyndham's books of which this statement is true:
I had not read this since UHill, which means it is at least
thirtyfive years since i had last read
it. And how has it aged in that longish stretch of time? It seems
to me that we had agreed, in class, that it was one of the weaker of
Wyndham's books that we read together (though none of his books are
actually weak); i would say that the passage of time has not
strengthened it.
Part
of the weakness is the structure: The book, novel, is five short
stories which are linked by being about several generations of the
same family, and the urge that the male members of that family seem
to have to get into space. A novel usually has the strength that the
same characters are kept through all of it, thus giving the author
and the reader time to get to know them properly; a collection of
short stories may have a common theme, but tends not to have much
linking the stories other than that; this collection has more than
theme, the plot develops from one to the other, to a degree they are
dependent upon the previous stories, but the tenuous familial
relations (the last is a four greats grandson to the first) are not
enough to hold them together as a novel. This is unfortunate, as
each of the stories is actually good, and could stand by itself.
I
think the error was in the collecting or, perhaps, in the attempt to
make the five stories hang together; as i say, each, alone, is quite
a good story, a part of the development of space, how Britain, along
with the USA and the USSR was able to enter space and go to the moon,
how Brazil, after a nuclear war, made space a monopolised part of its
domain, and how that monopoly was broken. Fascinating to read, as
the stories were written at least ten years before Armstrong and
Aldrich were on the moon, so perhaps even before Sputnik. The
estimates Wyndham made of how things would be done, what the effects
of space would be, what other planets would be like, are fascinating
~ as always with his writing. So much so that i feel a little guilty
in criticising the overall presentation of the book; i would not be
honest, though, were i not to report my reactions, even when less
than favourable to one of my favourite authors.
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