July is Rocket Summer and July 18th is Edmond Hamilton Day, and to celebrate, let's review his OTP space invaders yarn "Outside the Universe".
"Space-ships in thousands, and they're attacking us! They've come from somewhere toward our galaxy--have come out of outer space itself to attack our universe!"
Yes, the Emperor of the Exclamation Point is back! Edmond Hamilton! That Wrecker of Worlds! That prolific purveyor of pulp with the most punctuated prose!
I simultaneously can't help but be tickled and charmed when I read Hamilton. I almost wish everyone expressed themselves with such verve, excitement, and innocence, though I suppose that could also be a genuine nightmare. But as tempting as it is to dismiss this kind of book as "kid stuff", one first has to acknowledge how cool it is.
This novel was first published in 1929, almost 40 years before Star Trek and half a century before Star Wars. Until Doc Smith came along in 1921 with his "Skylark", readers had never really experienced the wonders of zipping through light-years of space like a weekend trip to the beach, visiting alien worlds and civilizations. While the French really embraced this idea and became quite prolific in writing expansive science fiction in the Twenties, Hamilton was an American original who took the Smith space opera and put an emphatic exclamation point on it. Full of optimism and energy, he captivated young and old alike with his heroic adventures among the stars, which were the first stories to be set in an era where space travel was commonplace and aliens work alongside each other for a peaceful interplanetary federation. For example, in the first page of this book, we are plopped onto the control bridge of an Interstellar Patrol cruiser, piloted by a human, a giant crustacean, and a three-eyed, three-armed man of metal, and heading to the farthest suns of the Milky Way like it's just another day and another dollar.
Before this, science fiction only brought you a single team of brilliant engineers who somehow managed to scrounge up a working spacecraft in their garage, which may or may not make first contact with extraterrestrials. Or you read about the extraterrestrials coming to our home turf as thinly disguised allegories for the yellow peril or stand-ins for Prussian Imperialists under Bismarck with pointy hats. Edmond Hamilton left all that behind to plant the seeds that blossomed in folks like Gene Roddenberry.
Unfortunately, I found the prose of this book clunky even for Hamilton standards. Sometimes entire chapters are comprised of nothing but the same melodramatic exclamations repeated over and over. For example, our heroes are being pursued by a hostile swarm of alien ships intent on invading our universe. If only they can make it to the Cancer cluster where the Interstellar Patrol can blast the evildoers back to where they came from! Otherwise the aliens will invade our universe! But the aliens are steadily gaining as our heroes are on the final stretch to the Cancer cluster, where the Interstellar Patrol lies in wait. Somewhere out there among the stars lies the Patrol, while the enemy creeps up behind from the black void of space. The aliens must be stopped from invading the universe! But they keep gaining on the heroes, while a billion miles ahead lies the mighty Interstellar Patrol. If only our heroes can make it to the Cancer cluster ahead of the aliens hell bent on invading our universe! Our universe is at stake! Can our heroes make it to the Interstellar Patrol in time to save our universe from the dastardly swarm that has come from outside our universe to destroy our universe?!?!!!?
You get the picture. And if you suspect me of hyperbolizing, just try reading the first 24 pages of this book, and I think your jaw will drop at the sheer editorial incompetence. Also, Hamilton isn't even using the term "universe" correctly. He seems to be referring to the galaxy, not the entire universe, but whatever.
Just twenty more pages in, and the reader is already exhausted. When I say the pace of this thing is relentless, that's putting it mildly. There's hardly a single chapter where the story is allowed to breathe or for our heroes to have a quiet moment. Of course, this is to the detriment of character development, which I'll discuss more in a moment, but if you want action, Hamilton is one of the masters. No sooner do the invaders encounter the Patrol before a fierce dog fight ensues that never seems to end. Hamilton was adept at describing aerial battles, with his novel "Cities in the Air" having the best. But this book comes a close second in that department, and the action is brutal and constant, building the stakes and carnage to ever more ridiculous levels. There's even a massive planet that's essentially one giant base equipped with a massive death beam that can destroy entire worlds. Now, where have we seen that before? Hamilton has been called "The World Wrecker", and here he lives up to the title, leading Doc Smith to try to outclass him in destruction in his Lensman series.
The Interstellar Patrol (not to be confused with Smith's Galactic Patrol) is an elite peacekeeping force in the far future that was the focus of seven short stories and this novel. Originally appearing in "Weird Tales" during the Radium Age of science fiction, five of the stories were later collected in the 1960s anthology "Crashing Suns" (which I've also reviewed), and this novel received the Ace paperback treatment in 1965. While the series follows the Interstellar Patrol, the cast of characters always changes, though readers would encounter the leads of "Outside the Universe" again in 1930 with "The Cosmic Cloud".
Not that revisiting characters from this series has any great reward. While admirable that he is trying to depict diverse heroes from an interstellar alliance, Hamilton's characters all talk and act the same despite being from distant cultures and even different species. Interestingly enough, the original illustrations of this story in "Weird Tales" magazine do not depict the Patrol crew as anything but square-jawed blonde humans--all SHIRTLESS. Turns out, going topless is really the most effective uniform for space missions, but Katy Perry and the NS-31 crew didn't believe William Shatner when he said so.
Because the novel is so bombastic, it is not meant for the type of sci-fi reader who likes to pick apart plot holes, inconsistencies, and scientific impossibilities. I have to check my own tendencies to do this when reading books that don't take themselves too seriously. For instance, it annoyed me that the ship of our heroes kept getting spotted and attacked by the hostile aliens. Hamilton keeps making a point to emphasize the vastness of space, so you'd think a single spaceship traveling in the immense gulf would have almost zero probability of accidentally running into a handful of enemies like an embarrassing encounter with your doctor while buying a fifth of Stoli and a carton of Luckies at the Seven-Eleven. But instead, somehow the aliens always seem to know exactly where to find the protagonists. Either that, or our heroes are the most luckless characters in the universe. Hamilton even makes the mistake of adding details which really bring this repeated plot point to absurdity--the "radar" technology of the enemy forces is quite advanced, but it's not like these aliens can detect and identify everything floating within the span of three galaxies. HOWEVER, the allied friendly aliens DO have the ability to see clearly at any point at any distance, yet get ambushed completely unaware! So, I had to inhale deeply through the nose, count to ten, and go with the flow.
I just can't bring myself to ever be too harsh on Hamilton, though. First of all, he was 25 when he wrote this. I've read more than a few modern science fiction and horror stories, written by authors a decade or more older than Hamilton was at the time, with much the same maturity and without nearly approaching Hamilton's level of innovation and passion. He was forced to write these quickly and hardly was paid for his efforts, but he did it because his brain was full of wonder and ideas, and how these kinds of stories got into the head of a young kid who grew up with the horse and buggy is a marvel to me. Yet, even if this had been written today, the joy put into these pages is infectious, and I would have no qualms recommending these stories to children to get them into reading.
In conclusion, Hamilton is not typically the kind of author I would award three or more stars, but I have found myself reading almost everything he has ever published, and often more than once. There's just something incredibly comforting and even inspiring about his work that keeps me coming back when I need a literary antidepressant. This novel may not be my favorite of his stories, but it is classic Hamilton, and I still recommend it to fans of vintage sci-fi.
SCORE: 3 death beams out of 5