Sometimes, I just don't get it.
The December 1960 Fantasy and Science Fiction is almost completely devoted to one short novel, Rogue Moon, by Algis Budrys. I like Budrys, and F&SF is generally my favorite magazine, so I've been looking forward to this book since it was advertised last month.
To all accounts, it is a masterpiece (and by "to all accounts", I mean according to the buzz in the local science fiction circles). The premise is certainly exciting: there is an alien structure on the moon, an amorphous multi-dimensional thing, that kills all who enter it. To facilitate its exploration, the navy utilizes a matter transporter that disassembles one's molecules in one place and reconstructs them elsewhere. Volunteers are sent from Earth to their certain death to push a few more feet into the deadly extraterrestrial maze.
Of course, the transporter doesn't actually send anyone anywhere; it destroys the original and creates a copy that thinks it is the original. In fact, it's possible to make multiple copies of a person, and that is what is done: one copy goes to the moon to die, while the other stays on Earth to live on. It turns out that the two copies have a limited degree of telepathic contact for a short time, so the Earthbound copy can report on what his moonbound copy experiences.
The project's main hurdle is that it takes a special kind of person to experience one's own death and not go insane. How, indeed, to find such a person to unlock the riddles of the maze?
Sounds pretty intriguing, doesn't it? Sadly, Budrys hardly wrote this story. Instead, he gave us a florid, comically humorous soap opera with personalities as flat as the pages they are printed on. Here's the dramatis personae:
Edward Hawks: The project's director. A detached scientist, coldly resigned to his status as a murderer (both in terms of sending people to their death and the destruction of those who go through the transporter), desperate to understand how a person's existence can survive one's death.
Al Barton: A suicidal thrill-seeker. he's already lost a leg to his obsession for death-defying escapades–racing, mountain-climbing, parachuting. Setting records isn't enough for him; he's got to risk his life doing something no one else has done before. He spends most of his time attempting to prove his manliness to Hawks (in vain, as Hawks is too coldly impersonal to be impressed).
Vincent Connington: The project's director of personnel who introduces Hawks and Barton. A fellow whose brash arrogance is really just a facade that hides his love for…
Claire Parks: Barton's gorgeous girlfriend: She spends her entire "screen time" attempting to seduce Hawks and Connington and enrage Barton; she's afraid of men, you see, so she is always trying to manipulate them so she can keep her interactions in a safe, nonthreatening place.
Elizabeth Cummings: A wholesomely beautiful random stranger whom Hawks falls in love with. Her primary story function is to listen to Hawks' morose reflections on life and occasionally offer pithy observations.
Virtually no time is devoted to the actual exploration of the moon structure, and when the reader finally does get to see the jaunt through the maze, Budrys manages to make it the dullest part of the book.
Budrys does largely succeed at exploring the fascinating ramifications of "soul" duplication. What happens when there are two of you, when a moment ago, there was just one? And are the copies really you? Are you more than the sum of your memories? If not, is the communication of your memories to others, no matter how imperfectly, a kind of immortality (this is implied in the last line of the book, an admittedly powerful one.)
Which would have been great had it been less mawkishly presented, and the characters at all plausible. Budrys set out to make an insightful character study in the Sturgeon vein, depicting a disparate brood all struggling to find "The Meaning of Life." Instead, he ended up writing something more akin to Merril's The Tomorrow People: full of stilted dialogue, expository speeches, and precious little story. Fully 30 pages go by before we even get into the plot, which is a lot of time to waste in a 90 page novella.
I'm not sure how to rate Rogue Moon. Despite all the eye-rolling moments (quite literally), I did finish the short book in one sitting, which suggests there must have been something compelling about it. There were thought-provoking ideas. It was the execution which was disappointing, particularly for being by the normally excellent Budrys. I think, in the end, the book's prime failure is the introduction of so many interesting elements which are completely subordinated to the inferior, implausible psychological drama that Budrys, for some reason, was so hot to present.
Maybe the book, due to be released next month, will be better.
Two stars.
Stay tuned for the rest of the magazine!
I'm sorry it was such a disappointment. Does Budrys bother to give any cause of the aliens' arranging all this in the first place? It sounds like one of those stories where the aliens are the interesting people, but he's left out the aliens.
The aliens are even less present than their structure, which gets short shrift as it is.
It's a story about characters–as Victoria puts it, a mainstream novel with a few tacked on sci-fi trappings. Sturgeon has lots of them, and I like them far better.
Thank you for an insightful review.
"Rogue Moon" does indeed seem to be a difficult work to rate. I know that some critics have already labeled it a masterpiece. Other readers seem to find it frustrating and incomplete.
I think the problem may be that the novel is not really about the alien artifact or even about the duplication process, or any other science fiction trappings. It really seems to be a novel about the philosophy of life and death. How well the author deals with these issues, in the manner of a mainstream novel is a matter of opinion. In my own opinion, the author handles his male characters much more surely that his female characters, who fall into fairly simplistic versions of the Good Woman and the Bad Woman. Perhaps the themes of the novel — courage in the face of death, and so on — are seen to be more "male" themes.
In case case, I found "Rogue Moon" interesting enough to hold my interest. I think I prefer "Who?" a little bit, but I might rate it somewhat higher than you did.
I always look forward to your insight, as we have such similar feelings on fiction that you often articulate what I have trouble expressing. I did truly dislike the handling of the female characters, but I also felt like the male characters were utter caricatures, and there was little finesse in the exploration of their personalities. Just a lot of speeching at each other.
The only Budrys I've read was "The War Is Over" in one of Groff Conklin's recent anthologies. I don't remember anything about it, so it wasn't terriffically bad. Or good, for that matter.
I remember flipping through "Men of Earth" at the newsstand, but it didn't snag my attention and I didn't purchase it. Same for "Who?" I might have done it an injustice – the blurbs and a review made it sound very attractive, but I bought Brunner's "The 100th Millennium" instead. In retrospect, that may have been a mistake…
Oh, good. I'm not the only one. I heard all of the hype, too and had big expectations. I found most of the psychology very unconvincing and it left me very cold. The society they live in is also very much of this time, the way people behave, their habits, and so on. All very "modern". I don't think this will age well.
It's a pity. Budrys is usually decent and he was clearly going for something rather daring, but I think the execution is poor and he absolutely failed the dismount.
I read it and thought Meh. My main test of how good a book is the do I want to re-read it? I've never felt the need to re-read any of Budrys' works.
That's insightful. I had worried that I was being too stingy with my higher ratings, but I'll let my desire to re-read be my guide. Thank you!
I read Heinlein's "Double Star". It resides on the shelf where it went after I finished it. But I finished "The Puppet Masters", flipped it over, and started over back at the beginning… and I've probably read it four or five more times since.
I didn't make it through Double Star, back when it was a serial in Astounding. Puppet Masters was, indeed, very good.
Going through my notes for 1960 (I've just finished the last magazine of the year, dated December 1960, anyway), I found a story which I found had stuck with me, so I revised my opinion of it from a 4 to a 5. I guess we'll see if this happens with any others!
Hmmm. I like both Heinlein novels, but I actually preferred "Double Star." At first I didn't think I would — after all, the whole plot about a guy who looks just like an important political figure isn't the most original one in the world — but this novel was unusual for Heinlein. The narrator is hardly the usual "competent man" of his fiction, and you even have to read between the lines to figure out that he's not as great a star as he claims to be, and that his relationship with his father wasn't as good as it might seem at first. I also found it unusually compassionate and humane for Heinlein, particularly the last few lines of the book.
Darnit. Now you make me want to read it!
By the way, TRX, I sent you a letter not long ago. It probably got lost in the Holiday mail, but you might go looking for it soon!
I mostly agree with you on this one.
I think the characters are more interesting than your usual SF characters, but I found the "soap opera" melodrama and the dialogue and interplay early in the story to be rather contrived, and the characters' motivations (at least Claire and Connington) not very convincing.
Not to mention the idea of a matter transmitter in 1959, ( and IIRC that even with no receiver on the far side of the moon), and the moon itself blocking the signals.
Also, the name Al Barker is suspicously like Algis Budrys, though Hawks is more like your typical Budrys protagonist.
So overall a bit disappointing, but I'm sure that you can find some hidden depths to the story if you really want to. Like maybe the alien artifact, like the obelisk in Arthur C. Clarke's "The Sentinel" being put on the moon to help humankind reach a higher level of being or some such.
But it's all rather far fetched IMO.