I'm a big science fiction fan, but over the years, pretentious and arrogant, I've let my reading of it slip to the wayside as I held high my Musil and Dostoevsky and what-have-you. A little older now and a little jaded on "serious" (whatever) literature, I've dived back into the jell-o vat of pulp, unlicensed fun. I got "Circus World" on a blind-buy, deciding that if I was going to get back into off-kilter sci-fi, I better go balls-deep and snatch up whatever looked weird and unpromising, the golden age of mass-market dreck, the 70s and 80s, before everything got glossy, over-serialized, and stomach-turningly flat.
"Circus World" is wonderful. A circus ship crashes on a back waterworld and, stranded from the rest of organized space, disperses itself across the planet, forming a fully-realized circus society stratified into barkers, newstellers, magicians, clowns, freaks, and so on. The novel is a series of fragments from a time when the planet, Momus, is getting caught up in stupid military, political struggles. Simply put: the circus planet must become a military colony...or else! The stories, linked overall but cozy little snippets of local life being affected by all this bullshit, cover several years of the upheaval. Strangely, there's no war. That's all backdrop. Instead you get dueling clowns, insane storytellers looking for material, and the denouement of a barely-seen guerilla war. And circuses.
This is way better storytelling than much recent schlock. I recommend!