VOR was written, as a novel, during the same years as Blish's much more
famous Cities in Flight series (1955-1962). Oddly enough, VOR
doesn't carry the same characteristics as Cities in Flight does: the lengthy
sentences, abundant commas and semicolons, and the dry dialogue. VOR is a
drastic departure from the starchy, iron-pressed pockets of Cities (don't
forget your slide-rule!); VOR is a grittier, more down-to-earth romp through
first alien contact. I wish, wish, wish I could compare this first contact
novel to Blish's other first contact novel, A Case of
Conscience (1958), but I, sadly, haven't been able to procure a copy yet.
Rear cover synopsis:
"The first 'alien' from outer space arrives on earth:
How 'it' comes and what 'it' wants.
How we greet 'it,' nourish 'it,' communicate with 'it.'
What we learn from 'it' of interstellar worlds, galactic powers, and
void beyond.
And how--in the terrifying moment of Earth's ultimate crisis--we defend
the complex civilization of tomorrow from 'it!'
This could happen tomorrow, or the next day--but the awesome moment is
certainly within the realm of possibility--and may be close at hand!"
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Marty Petrucelli has led a complicated life. He's been a WWII fighter
pilot, a US
senator, and married to a lithe pin-up girl. He's largely given up the
glamorous life to volunteer in the Civil Air Patrol of Merger County, Michigan.
His simply duty in the squadron is to identify aircraft, a hobby or Marty's
since he was a young boy. However, some other volunteers in the squadron are
frustrated with Marty's new-found fear for flying. He may be the most
experienced flyer among them, but the flying to left to the other flyboys.
Compounding this fear of flying is Marty's inability to "maintain"
his wife, a pulchritudinous woman who draws the eyes of men like vultures to a
carcass. The other volunteers are aware of this discomfort and one man, the
head-headed pilot Al Strickland, is even openly friendly with his missus. The
defeated Marty keeps to his job. When a forest fire breaks, the crew are issued
orders to fly over the area and spot the cause of the outbreak. With
photographs taken, Marty examines the proofs and identifies the mirrored craft
at the center of the fire to be an atomic missile. Only later, when the air
force come to examine the radioactive craft, is the tubular craft assumed to be
a alien spacecraft.
With radiation spilling forth and heat in excess of 2,000 degrees
Celsius, the cooling craft opens to reveal a 15-foot black-sheathed monstrosity
standing silent, standing tall, and not communicating in any way. A crane is
hoisted to mobilize the metallic hunk, but when the crane tips and the alien
uprights it, the black-clad behemoth follows the crane. With radiation still
being emitted through the entire spectrum, the only likely place to contain the
walking star is the disused fusion plant in Grand Rapids. Once behind the massive lead-impregnated
concrete walls, scientific examination of the alien can begin.
Marty is chosen for the elite team because of his knowledge of the
event since its onset. The politicking among the military and the advisors
drives some of the team from inclusive plans on how to deal with the enigmatic
alien. Eventually, the shifting colors on its skin reveals the pattern violent-orange-red,
which reveals the aliens name: VOR. Patching a computer to the color analyzer, the
linguists are able to build a vocabulary with the alien. Very limited to
physical representations, the linguists find it difficult to express abstract
ideas and gain meaningful answers from the ebony-clad alien, whose interior
temperature climbs up to 6 million degrees Fahrenheit.
The linguists eventually asks the question, "What do you want?"
The alien ambles towards the viewing platform, frightening the scientists, and
says, "I want death." The hull of the alien is impenetrable by
diamond drill, cutting torch, or cyclotron bombardment. Still, the alien
passively sits in its cradle endlessly reciting its name--VOR. The same
linguist who has cracked the alien's language and has been able to communicate
with also poses theories as to why the alien needs a temperature so high, that
consumes so much energy, and why it wants death in the first place. The train
of logic proves to be true when the once stagnant alien ambles forward and
announces, "Why will you not kill me... you have not tried... there is no
more time."
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The first forty-six pages (of 159 pages) are a slog to get through. With
the initial observation of he object amid the forest fire and the levels of
bureaucracy to commit an action plan, the pages are studded with decent
attempts at creating a sympathetic, downbeat man--Marty Petrucelli. It feels
like the novel is going nowhere, likes its one big hoax in the plot or one big
hoax on the reader, until, "The nose was a circular door or airlock. It
opened. It came out" (46-47). This is the fulcrum where the entire book
tips from mundane bureaucratic red-tape to full throttle alien communication
mystery!
The investigation of the radioactive alien and its gradually cooling
craft proves to be some of the most enticing mysteries served up in any science
fiction book, on par with Clarke's Rendezvous with Rama. The
entire situation of the alien's arrival and the alien's condition spawns so
many questions and ignites the fire of possibility within the reader. It's a
short read, so the momentum through the remaining pages is difficult to carry
the reader through. For the most part, Blish is successful.
However, Blish is not immune to abrupt awkward plot transitions. At a
crucial scene of action, Blish takes six full pages to detail the starting
sequence for an old propeller plane and its ascent to the sky above Grand Rapids. This wholly
kills all the momentum Blish had written prior to the transition. What follows
feels like a hastily written, though fairly convincing, conclusion in the
remaining nine pages. It may be a tad too simple, but I had a feeling that the
course taken would be the same course I had plotted in my mind.
Marty as a sympathetic character is hard to like. He seems to rely on
his fear of flight on basis alone, without having to tell anyone WHY he's taken
an oath not to fly after his service in
WWII. Eventually, the truth is revealed and any respect the reader has for
Marty is evaporated. Given that his wife is running around behind his back at
the same time, Blish wrote the tale of a hero who is as unlikable as the
situation he finds himself in.
VOR may be a tad boring at the onset and a tad predictable near the end,
but sandwiched in between the two is an excellent, excellent mystery which will
have the reader's blood a-boil with anticipation. In the last chapter, Chapter 10,
the escalation of excitement is over and Blish pens a short epilogue of Marty's
ranting about heroism, victory, and a possible Oedipus complex.
If Cities in Flight was written with the same fervor of mystery and
enjoyment as Blish did in VOR, the four novels of the collection may have felt
like a carnival more than a chore. Where Blish lacks in sophistication here he
makes up for in enticement and excitement.
I can't wait to get my hands on this one -- A Case of Conscience is a delightful rumination (but, I did read it at least 10+ years ago).... but more heavy on the philosophy than this one (at least from what I gathered from your review).
ReplyDeleteI also agree with your first two ratings for the Cities in Flight novels -- I haven't gotten to the third one yet and reviewed them separately on my blog.
Philosophy in VOR? Ha, no sir. It's no really action packed either, but Blish has the ability to leave the plot simmering for quite a while. What should have been a bang was interrupted lengthy flight preparation.
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Definitely, too bad you hated the book.... HAHA
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