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1061 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1991
The Star Rover is another "fantastic" tale. Although that being said it has it's feet firmly planted on the ground - in the realism of prison life. Darrell Standing tells of his life as respected agronomist and then as prisoner in San Quentin. In between, briefly, he was also a murderer. "obsessed by that catastrophic red wrath that has cursed me down the ages, I killed my fellow professor." Down the ages he says. And indeed Darrell Standing discovers - with the help of a fellow prisoner - that when confined in the straight jacket in solitary there is a way in which he can leave his body and revisit past lives. Before doing this though readers get a hard look at the terrible conditions prevailing in an American prison at the beginning of the 20th Century. Possibly it is no better now. Certainly there is the same corruption and intrigue if not the overt brutality of the guards. Though what do I know - fortunately, nothing.
"...our guards were brutes! And under their treatment we had to harden to brutes in order to live. Hard work makes calloused hands. Hard guards make hard prisoners..."
"...perhaps you are unacquainted with the jacket. Let me describe it, so that you will understand the method by which I achieved death in life, became a temporary master of time and space, and vaulted the prison walls to rove among the stars.
Have you ever seen canvas tarpaulins or rubber blankets with brass eyelets set in along the edges? Then imagine a piece of stout canvas, some four and one-half feet in length, with large and heavy brass eyelets running down both edges. The width of this canvas is never the full girth of the human body it is to surround. The width is also irregular - broadest at the shoulders, next broadest at the hips, and narrowest at the waist. The man who is to be punished, or who is to be tortured for confession... lies face-downward. The edges of the jacket are brought as nearly together as possible along the centre of the man's back. Then a rope, on the principle of the shoe-lace, is run through the eyelets, and on the principle of a shoe-lacing the man is laced in the canvas. Only he is laced more severely than any person ever laces his shoe..."
"After Warden Atherton and his crew had left me it was a matter of minutes to will the resuscitated portion of my body back into the little death. Death in life it was, but it was only the little death, similar to the temporary death produced by an anaesthetic.
And so, from all that was sordid and vile, from brutal solitary and jacket hell, from acquainted flies and sweats of darkness... I was away at a bound into time and space..."
From here the book becomes an odyssey of lives of thrills and massacres, war and love and a little peace. Usually the lives end with his death and often it is violent. Here is scope for Mr London.
I seem to recall Darrell mentioning that he had also been a woman but he recounts none of those lives. Indeed the climax of the book is his eulogy of the eternal Woman. Though, to be honest, his lauditory praise is a bit narrow:
"the eternal lesson learned in all lives, that woman is ever woman... that in great decisive moments woman does not reason but feels; that the last sanctuary and innermost pulse to conduct is in woman’s heart and not in woman’s head."
He tosses out a few other acerbic remarks as well: "The Asiatic is a cruel beast, and delights in spectacles of human suffering..." which is pretty racist. But he also states:
"The white man has gone around the world in mastery, I do believe, because of his unwise uncaringness..."
We learn quite a bit about history and prehistory. Mr London was well read in the anthropology of his day. Some things are not as they seem. "Shamashnapishtin", for example, I suspect to be Utnapishtim, the later Akkadian name for the Sumerian god-king Ziusudra. We also learn about Norse gods and goddesses and even the Finnish "Il-marinen" - the eternal hammerer - an immortal god in the Kalevala. Thank heavens I read this on a Kindle and could look up most things easily.
Comes so the paean to Woman in which we fly through the many lives, reviewing those of which we have read and being tantalized by others, many others.
In a pessimistic note Darrell – i.e. Mr London probably – establishes that "Man, the individual, has made no moral progress in the past ten thousand years." As in The Scarlet Plague he sees civilization as a veneer - a thin veneer easily peeled away.
More to come?!