|Series||Star Trek: The Original Series books|
|Tags||sexism, science fiction, fiction|
The story was basically okay, but it was no Trek story. It was jarring to read. The characters really didn't act like themselves, and poor Ensign George rarely made any contribution that wasn't somehow sexual (Kirk actually refers to Ensign George as "our little sex machine"! Unbelievable.). And the authors didn't have the good grace to leave things to our imagination, either. They spend time enough describing her appearance and actions that there's no question but we're meant to take some voyeuristic pleasure in it.
Also, if the planet is so good at blocking radiation, couldn't they just hide the ship behind it? That's not the only plot-related problem. Everything was very convenient for the plot. The radiation conveniently prevents the transporter from being used reliably, and also serves as a ticking time-bomb. Spock--or, rather, the Messiah--conveniently disallows communication.
And then there's the lack of sense the characters show. Spock doesn't check in--and they already know the implants don't work quite correctly--but Kirk isn't terribly concerned. He puts off checking on Spock until it's had a chance to develop into a real problem. On being told that an army is forming, Kirk exclaims "We'd better send down an away team, quick!", and McCoy must explain to him why that wouldn't help. On the planet, McCoy gives himself a crash course in the alien biology, including basics like how many hearts they have. They have been studying these aliens for some time, have detailed physical and mental scans of them, and McCoy has a direct mental link to one, and he still doesn't know even the most basic information? And Scotty cannot conceive of a reason you might make a large wagon in two parts. And Chekhov is totally unprofessional.
|James T. Kirk||Main|
|Charles A. Spano, Jr.||Author|
|Theodore R. Cogswell||Author|