Postby ich1990 » Mon May 10, 2010 4:19 pm
“Starship Troopers” by Robert A. Heinlein
I was quite pleased to hear that I had been assigned this novel for class as I had intended to read it soon anyways. Considering that the act of killing large amounts of defenseless birds is one of the few joys remaining in my life, I looked forward to this chance to take down a pair at a time.
Even before the feathers had all landed upon the ground, I knew I would not be disappointed. One of the first aspects of the story to make itself apparent to me is Heinlein's exceedingly fine use of the dialog, prose, and rudimentary descriptions to drop the reader into his world gently, yet at a fast pace. Without info dumps or inane descriptions, one is given hundreds of fascinating and vibrant details that give the story color. The only thing that I can really compare it to is Frank Herbert's “Dune”, although that story has none of the subtlety of “Starship Troopers” and a totally different flavor.
What added to the aesthetically enjoyable writing style, was the content of the story itself. Superficially, it told an engaging-if-not-riveting story of one man's journey through a future military system (that, oddly enough, is quite like our real life military system). Deeper down, however, is a bold, yet articulate slap in the face of the American governmental system, the anti-war movement, racism, and host of other, smaller topics. If for nothing else, this book deserves recognition for being blatant and convincing about the message that it preaches.
In fact, there were times where I literally found myself arguing with the inanimate pieces of paper I was reading the story from. The book is so engaging, and so casually philosophical that I could not help but throw some counter-arguments back at it. Pity Heinlein couldn't hear me, because I would have loved to discuss a few things with him.
Finally, Heinlein is never afraid to stick a knife in your gut and give it a twist. This is a novel about war, primarily, so the death of the characters within is hardly a shock. To make up for the lack of predictability, Heinlein creates characters that are darn likable, and then kills them. To his great credit, even with all of the philosophical speculations soaking up screen time, he still takes the time to make the consequences of war personal. I don't necessarily agree with him, but he makes his points and makes them well. 9/10
Where an
Eidolon, named night, on a black throne reigns upright.