Review from 1990 (before anyone knew who Sawyer was going to become) update at end.
Golden Fleece is Toronto author Robert Sawyer's first novel, an expansion of his nebula-nominated short story of the same name, originally published in the Sept 1988 issue of Amazing. It's the story of JASON the shipboard computer that murders one of the crew and tries to pass if off as a suicide. Once one has gotten over the inevitable comparisons with HAL (the computer from 2001), Golden Fleece emerges as a fairly ingenious sf murder mystery.
Unlike most mysteries, however, the object is not to guess "who" done it but the much more subtle questions of "how" and "why". Sawyer shows us the murder in the first five pages, and Hitchcock-like, sucks us into sympathizing with the "bad guy" by making him the viewpoint character. Sawyer manages to generate a good deal of tension as various characters begin to suspect that all is not as it should be aboard ship, and JASON tries to mislead or silence those who are getting too close to the truth. The mystery is deftly handled, with the clues neatly laid out for us, but the pattern remains unrecognizable until the final confrontation.
As often happens with expansions from a shorter work, the novel is a bit lumpy. Sawyer often stops the murder mystery to wander off to deal with other subplots or to have JASON ramble on about this or that aspect of ship-board life. One generally forgives Sawyer these expository lumps, however, because so many of his ideas are genuinely intriguing. Besides, the story is being told from JASON's point of view, and as a multitasking computer, we have to expect our narrator to have more than one project on the go at a time. And it must be conceded that several of the scenes I had originally thought rather gratitious turned out to be central to the story's resolution. And that resolution is both brilliant and typically Canadian.
I do have a couple of very minor complaints, however. First (and you never though you'd hear this from me) there is too damn much Canadian content. Real Canadian content, it seems to me, manifests itself in terms of themes and style, and not through an endless stream of Canadian place names and historical references. The worst example of this in Golden Fleece is when Sawyer includes the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms as one of the seven "great fundamental documents of human rights" enshrined in the ship's council chamber. Give me a break! The Canadian Charter's failure to enshrine first nation rights or provide protection for sexual preference meant that it wasn't even very liberal by current standards, let alone as viewed from 200 years in the future. Such Canadian chauvanism is as embarrassing as Asimov's inclusion of the American Constitution in Stars Like Dust or the "Omaga Glory" (Yang vs. Con) episode of Star Trek.
Second, there are occasional touches that recall the Buck Roger's trappings of the pulp era. Several of the flashback scenes on Earth, for example, include mention of aircars. Now I don't know about where you live, but the only reason I feel safe at night is knowing that I'm on the fourth floor and that the drunks who regularly drive into (and occasionally over) the concrete barriers in front of my apartment can't get at me. Can you imagine what would happen if traffic were 3D? (As I type this review, one of my neighbours is dropping beer bottles out of his 15th story window to hear them break on the concrete below. I don't care how advanced the technology, I don't want this clown to ever own an aircar, you know?)
But such trival complaints aside, this is a pretty good read. It works well both as a mystery and as hard sf, and adds yet another innovative voice to the growing ranks of Canadian authors. Recommended.
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Update: The major reaction to this review when it came out was about 60 letters and emails on why there will too be aircars. I remain unconvinced concerning their practicality, but I was obviously way off the mark on their popularity with the readers! So please, no air car emails this time.
On re-reading my review, I don't think I was successful in conveying how much I liked this book: I would have liked to have discussed some of Saywer's clever ideas, such as his ingenious computer virus, and his treatment of the central moral issue of 'the right to know', but I absolutely detest reviewers who give away too much (or who restrict themselves to plot summary) so I resisted the temptation. I really liked the book though, and still consider it one of Sawyer's best. I particularly liked the ending. It's recent re-release is excellent news for Sawyer fans who missed it the first time round!