I remember reading a lot of Piers Anthony when I was a teenager. This was not necessarily through choice, but mostly because there were a lot of them in the library. Anthony is something of a prolific author, starting in the 1960s he has rarely published less than three or four books a year, mostly in various book series including his best known Xanth series which, at last count, consists of 47 books and still rising.
However, I recall always finding his books to be a quick and disposable read, and remember little about them. I’m pretty sure this is the first one I’ve picked up in around 40 years, so it’s an interesting way to compare my reading tastes now with those from back then.
Steppe is a fantasy novel revolving around the adventures of Alp, a ninth century Uiger warrior from the Russian Steppes. With his tribe coming under surprise attack from the Kurghiz, he attempts to escape on his horse and, under pursuit, tries to leap a wide gorge. He doesn’t quite make it and he and his horse plunge to their certain deaths.
However, he finds that instead of being dead, he is now in the 24th century, which he initially mistakes for being the afterlife. In this century people play huge games on a galactic scale, through which they can gain prestige and wealth. These games recreate eras from Earth’s history, and current game is called Steppe.
People can buy their way into the game, often running up huge debts with the hope that they can recoup and exceed their expenses by playing well. Meanwhile, others watch the players, often concentrating on their favourites.
One group of players has paid a small fortune to snatch Alp from history using a time machine. They are allowed to do this as long as their actions do not effect history, hence they had to take someone who was on the point of death and therefore would have played no more part in events of their own time. Their idea is to question Alp, in order to gain better knowledge of the actual events of the time, and gain an advantage.
However, Alp realises that once they have all the information they need, they will return him to his own time and his imminent demise. Escaping from them, he heads out into the 24th century world, but not understanding how this society works, he realises his best chance of staying free is to enter the game.
Here, he learns from the game machine, a super computer that keeps control of everything in the game, that if he can be successful and earn enough, he can buy himself galactic citizenship, and not be sent back where he came from.
What follows, in the first half of the book at least, is boy’s own stuff as Alp gets into various scrapes and succeeds through a combination of his natural warrior instincts and a certain amount of cunning. However, Anthony seems to have been a bit too ambitious in the scale of the story for a mass market paperback, so that the second half of the book devolves into essentially just a list of things that happen.
My enjoyment of this book wavers between the good news and the bad news. The good is that what Anthony has done here is essentially write, in the mid 1970’s, about an MMRPG, many years and even decades before such a thing existed. Any way you look at it that’s quite an achievement.
On the other hand, the story is not terribly engaging and filled with deus ex machina moments, as well as being dragged down by Anthony’s various long winded explanations of the actual history his tale is echoing, generally presented in a cartoonish format where every tribe is represented by a single person, either a giant or a dwarf.
Furthermore, and by all accounts this is the case in much of his work, his writing is incredibly misogynistic. I don’t find this that much of a problem in scenes set among the various tribes of the Steppes, I doubt that ninth century warrior society was terribly enlightened in this way, but the same is true of his 24th century society. Women who enter the game are not expected to play any role but wife, servant or essentially sex slave. There is only one even part-way three dimensional female character in the entire book, and even she is defined entirely by the success of her husband, and Anthony constantly belittles the women in his prose.
So, in all, an interesting but highly flawed book. I’m quite glad I read it, but I doubt very much I will be picking up another of his books at any point.