A Gollancz Debut again. You'd think they were paying me (well, they are, I guess, in books and occasional free drinks). Plus the consistency of their output is such that they're one of the few imprints with real name recognition amongst customers, and I like a lot of their stuff as well, so what the hell. My next book is a Gollancz one as well...
Anyway, Veteran. Proper, hard SF. There's no doubt about that. Elements of lots of previous hard SF books fight for supremacy here. The nameless, insectile, Them who are fighting an endless interstellar war with humanity. Post-apocalyptic Earth, full of nano-technology and barren wastes, moving cities and orbital elevators. Flashbacks to desperate battles on other planets. A protagonist who is pretty much indestructible and totally bad-ass, hides from the world with drink, drugs and virtual worlds, wants to do the right thing, but mostly doesn't do that well. Powerful establishment figures who mean our hero ill, and have the world-wide conspiracy to prove it. A severe lack of female characters who aren't either whores or ruthless killers. Even some mystical cyberpunk 'hacking the net' gubbins. There really isn't much here that we haven't seen before but, to my surprise, Smith just about manages to meld it together into something approximating new. It's certainly fun, although a couple of things left me with an unpleasant taste in my mouth.
So, the good things first. The book is pacey - really, really pacey - for about 430 pages. Sadly, it runs to about 480 pages. There are a couple of interludes, especially towards the end of the book, where the main characters sit around and talk through the (quite) complex theological and moral problems that the plot has thrown up. I'm not saying that these sections are bad, far from it - they're actually quite interesting, and I would have enjoyed more of them if this had been a different book. But they do throw a wrench into the narrative, and I'm not entirely sure I'd have kept them in. Having said that, they probably do raise the book above a purely whizz-bang level of enjoyment - but they could have been tidied up a bit. Much of the prose is pure adrenalin, shouty, fighty writing, and works brilliantly on that level (every boy who reads this will want a shoulder-mounted laser) - the more intellectual bits sometimes read like they're there just to prove that the author isn't only a shouty fighty boy.
What the author is, however, is a man who knows how to put together a picaresque SF plot and deliver it, with some brilliant set pieces and some fantastic ideas. OK, maybe not everything is wholly original, but a lot was new to me - for every homage I could spot, there was some image or passing comment or invention that surprised me. Apart from anything else the book starts in Dundee, of all places, before heading off to a drowned New York, an undersea base, other planets (mostly in flashback) and half a dozen other places. There's no lack of ingenuity here, and the solid structure of the plot means that none of the excursions feel too superfluous. The lead character is, for all of his flaws, surprisingly engaging, and there's an interesting selection of people for him to interact with/shout at/be beaten up by/kill. There's a nifty explanation for the hero's combat skills which also allows him to go through some horrible experiences and be up and kicking again a couple of pages later, but still lets the reader feel that things are slowly drawing to an potentially unhappy conclusion. Actually, the ending is one of the best things about the book - ambiguous enough to allow for a sequel, but with enough sense of closure that there doesn't need to be one.
I did, however, have two major problems with the book. One, I think, can be put down to my personal taste, but the other feels much more problematic. Personally, I don't need that much technology-porn in my fiction. Oh, a bit of it is fine, but Veteran sometimes goes too far. Yes, it is important to explain quite how everybody can perform such amazing feats of endurance/reasoning/shooting things, but I don't feel that a detailed description of every gun/mode of transport/thing adds much to the book. Good world-building, fine, but just because the author has spent time working it out to the last detail doesn't mean that the reader needs to know. Sometimes a big gun just needs to be a big gun.
The real problem for me was the treatment/portrayal of women in the book. The main female character is a sixteen year old whore who, to be fair, does do quite a lot of the heavy narrative lifting towards the end, tends to be the voice of reason, and gives the protagonist a reason to keep on fighting (yes, they have sex a bit, until she starts flirting with other bad-ass killers). Oh, hold on, the first two are OK, but the last is a bit rubbish, isn't it? Not to mention the fact that she's, at best a sixteen year old whore - I couldn't shake the feeling that she was meant to be younger, but that there'd been a failure of nerve. Oh, to be fair (again), characters we don't like are cruel to her about the whole prostitute thing, and she manages to achieve more than anybody expects her to, but still. If there was a bit more balance elsewhere I wouldn't mind so much, but what else do we have? A silent killer called the Grey Lady, who's possibly been sleeping with the evil bad guy who's been manipulating everything, loves killing people, has "had herself surgically altered to look as uninteresting as possible", and is totally scary either way. Then there's a couple of really good soldiers/police, who I have no complaints about, and, umm, that's about it.
Perhaps I'm being overly sensitive, but overall this was such a testosterone fuelled read that I can't help but feel that there was a dimension missing. If anyone reads this, and has read the book, feel free to let me know I'm wrong - this certainly isn't the first book in which the portrayal of women has worried me, and perhaps I'm being unfair on it. Anyway, apart from that it was an entertaining read, and I certainly got caught up in the excitement of the plot. Most of the time, that was all I was thinking about - it was only afterwards that I started to question the feel of the book a bit more.
I read a proof, and the book is out in June, ISBN: 9780575094093.