| Oceanspace | |||||||||
| Allen Steele | |||||||||
| Ace Books, 375 pages | |||||||||
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A review by Greg L. Johnson
It comes as a bit of a surprise, therefore, that the best thing
about Oceanspace is not the technology, although that is realistically
portrayed, or the sea monster, although that is convincingly threatening,
but instead the people who use the technology, and whose lives are affected
by the possible discovery of a creature in the depths.
Oceanspace is set in the near future. Sea exploration has
progressed to the point where companies mine volcanic ocean vents both for
minerals and for the bacteria that live in conditions of extreme heat and
pressure. Joe Niedzwiecki is picking up material accumulated by the mining
robots when he encounters what seems to be a huge living creature. This
brings Judith Lipscomb on to the scene, a research scientist with an
interest in sea monsters. Steele adds a sub-plot involving corporate
intrigue into the search for the sea serpent, and throws in a meddling
journalist to boot.
For the technologically inclined there is Tethys, the undersea
habitat that allows human beings to live under the ocean. There is a fair
amount of detail regarding life in cramped undersea quarters, and you get a
good feel for what it might be like.
What the novel lacks is intensity. The corporate spying and
action scenes aren't any better than an average thriller, and while the sea
monster scenes are better, they aren't anything we haven't read or seen
before. After the plot twists and story lines are over, what you remember
from this novel are the smaller moments. A submarine captain telling his
story, Judith's developing relationship with her teen-age niece, Peter
Lipscomb's struggle with temptation, are all more moving and involving than
the industrial espionage and sea serpents.
Oceanspace is, in its speculation and technological aspects, a
fairly ordinary science fiction novel. What makes it worthwhile is the
author's ability to find several memorably human moments in amongst all the
details of a near-future life under the sea.
Reviewer Greg L. Johnson lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, about as far from the ocean as you can get in North America. His reviews also appear in the The New York Review of Science Fiction. | ||||||||
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