| Soldiers | |||||
| John Dalmas | |||||
| Baen Books, 544 pages | |||||
| A review by Donna McMahon
I had much the same reaction part way through Soldiers, as John Dalmas enthusiastically peppered me with
details about Sikh religion, wasp venom, basic training, and how many trees it takes to build a mile of
fence. He even goes so far as to include footnotes -- something I haven't seen in years.
But first, the plot. Far in the future humans have spread across the galaxy, creating an empire which has been at
peace for many centuries. But this quiet existence ends abruptly when 14,000 alien warships appear on the fringes
of the empire and begin swiftly, systematically and mercilessly exterminating humans wherever they encounter them.
Humanity, which hasn't fought a war in centuries, suddenly faces annihilation if they can't gear up for a fight
which must be won at any cost.
OK. Now I'm going to stop right here and publicly admit that I can't STAND military fiction. I do not
get into uniformed guys shooting off their big hard guns, and I also don't understand the vocabulary, so
my reading is constantly impeded by questions like: Is a lieutenant higher than a colonel? Why are
spaceships called Corvettes? (Do they race?) Isn't Howitzer a brand name like Nike and if so, why do
they have them in the 33rd century? And what in blazes is a "troop" anyhow?
Consequently, I expected to find Soldiers heavy slogging, and I did. But the main reason for my
difficulty wasn't so much the book's military trappings, as its scope. In attempting to tell a complex,
galaxy-spanning, cast-of-trillions military/political tale, Dalmas introduces scores of characters. He then
kills off several of the most appealing ones early on, leaving the reader with no central protagonist to get attached to.
The closest thing to protagonists in this novel are a young married couple, Esau and Jael Wesley -- infantry
recruits from a high gravity Mennonite-colonized world, who go through basic training (where Jael is the
only woman) and are then dispatched to fight the first planet-side action in the war. Dalmas depicts
them credibly, and their story is interesting, but it is only one of many threads in the book, which also
follows the military's struggles to gear up, politics back on Earth, and the war in space.
Other memorable characters include Charley Gordon, a savant who lives in a bottle (life support system),
and is an expert in space warfare. (Psychic savants are a nice plot device to get around the problem of
interstellar communication.) And one thing I liked very much: Dalmas includes an epilogue, which tells what
happened to all the surviving characters after the war. As well as being interesting, it added a feeling
of verisimilitude to the story.
This is definitely World War II, by the way, not Viet Nam. The canvas is big, the bad guys are bad, and the
situation is clearly defined. Plus an added bonus: since this is space opera and the enemy are alien
invaders, we don't have to care much about who gets slaughtered.
I consulted a couple of military buffs for this review (rashly letting myself in for a half hour lecture on
naval warships) and they unanimously said that Dalmas gets his military details right. Certainly that
was my untutored impression.
Soldiers is an old-fashioned Ripping Yarn which overflows with action and ideas, often at
the expense of structure and focus. Fans of military fiction are likely to enjoy this book a great
deal, however, this is definitely a Guy Book, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone whose reading
taste leans more to Hambly than Haldeman.
Donna McMahon discovered science fiction in high school and fandom in 1977, and never recovered. Dance of Knives, her first novel, was published by Tor in May, 2001, and her book reviews won an Aurora Award the same month. She likes to review books first as a reader (Was this a Good Read? Did I get my money's worth?) and second as a writer (What makes this book succeed/fail as a genre novel?). You can visit her website at http://www.donna-mcmahon.com/. |
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