The preparations for the Posleen Invasion are incomplete, but that’s just too bad; the Posleen are here.

This, the second of John Ringo’s four primary Posleen War novels, details the initial waves of the invasion of Earth by the Posleen. It’s even grimmer than its predecessor–not hard, considering the ferocity (and fecundity) of the Posleen hordes and the inadequate time Earth had to prepare. The action focusses on the battle in the eastern United States, and the outcomes aren’t pretty. After the debacle in the first book, Mike O’Neal’s tactics for using the ACS powered armor troops are vindicated, and where the ACS can engage the Posleen the results are good. But there are only a few ACS troopers, and a vast number of Posleen; and this is the story of how Earth’s conventional forces learned to fight the Posleen, or, more likely, to die trying.

One lesson learned–when trying to stem a vast flood of epic proportions….call in the Corps of Engineers!

The third and fourth volumes of the set were originally conceived as a single book, so Gust Front is really the middle volume of a trilogy. Very little is resolved here; the book ends with a (very) minor victory, notable only because it is a victory of sorts. Along the way we learn more about the Posleen, and why they fight the way they do; and we begin to learn more about the Darhel as well, and why they might not actually be our friends. In addition, we meet a number of characters who’ll be key in the next books.

In short, read A Hymn Before Battle first. If you like that, you can go one to this one…but plan on having the rest of the series on hand if you do.

In Ringo’s alternate universe, 2001 is particularly notable as the year in which Earth is first contacted by the Galactic Federation, which comprises a number of technologically advanced but naturally peaceful races: the Darhel, the Indowy, and others. The members of the Federation have been aware of Earth for some time, but have been avoiding any contact; we humans are far too prone to violence for them to feel comfortable around us.

But now it seems that the Federation has a problem–a warlike race called the Posleen is advancing into Federation space, and the races of the Galactic Federation are, quite literally, powerless to do anything about it. Indowy are incapable of killing, and while a Darhel can kill if it feels it must, it’s almost guaranteed to commit suicide in remorse immediately after. They’d like Earth to provide troops to fight the Posleen; if the people of Earth agree to this, the Federation will outfit these troops with advanced technology.

If any further inducement is required, the Posleen will reach Earth in less than ten years…and so the people of Earth have a choice. They can fight the Posleen with the Federation’s help, or without it.

So begins a grim yet fascinating tale, the first in a longer series which now includes four many novels and two spinoff novels. We get to follow along as the U.S. military comes to grips with both the new threat and the potential uses of Federation technology, and finally sends a number of units across space to fight the Posleen on Federation planets. Some of them are outfitted in powered armor that makes the powered suits of Heinlein’s Mobile Infantry look like so much tinfoil. And one of those ACS troopers is a guy named Mike O’Neal. He’s one of the few who really knows what his powered armor is capable of, and how units outfitted with it are best trained and deployed–after all, he helped design it. He’s also a junior officer…will he be allowed to make use of what he knows, or will the idiots in the ranks above him fritter away the ACS troopers through inappropriate tactics?

Of course they will! It’s that kind of story. Will O’Neal be able to save the day? Of course he will. But getting there is half the fun.

Ringo’s an ex-Marine (he was stationed in the Middle East during some of the more interesting periods of late 20th-century history, if I recall correctly), so he knows what combat is like; and more to the point, he knows what soldiers are like. Consequently, this is not a nice book. It’s grim, profane, scatalogical, and all that. But it’s also fascinating. For example, what’s with the Posleen? They don’t seem to have any strategy at all: they just overwhelm everything in their path with sheer numbers. They’ve got incredibly powerful warships–woe betide the Fleet vessel that gets in the way of one–and these warships are perfectly capable of working in atmosphere, yet they never use them for air support. There’s something very strange here.

And there’s something strange about the Galactic Federation as well. Supposedly it’s a union of equal partners…but how come the Darhel do all the ruling and the Indowy do almost all of the work? Are the Darhel as altruistic as they claim to be? And just how long have the Darhel known of the Posleen threat to Earth?

For the record, I read this book (and its sequels) last summer, and I’m only now getting around to reviewing them. Shame on me.

The books, characters, and settings for which Wodehouse is best known all seem to inhabit an odd world of their own–a world in which young men can subsist for seemingly years on an occasional fiver or tenner from a wealthy friend, or an occasional win at the track, while remaining immaculately dressed at all times, a world where imposters, prize pigs, and absurdly ludicrous situations are a dime-a-dozen.

And then there are books like this one–a romantic comedy, yes, but one
that appears to be about real people, living in the real world. Better
yet, it’s set in the New York City musical comedy scene, a time and place
that Wodehouse knew intimately well.

As the book opens, it feels like a Bertie Wooster story. Freddie Rooke, the “Last of the Rookes” as Bertram is the “Last of the Woosters”, awakes with a sore head from a night of revelry. And like Bertie, he’s young, irrepressible, not overly bright, well-off financially, possessed of a competent valet, the estimable Barker, and inclined to help out his chums any way he can. He has a house guest, an old school friend named Sir Derek Underhill, who that very day will be introducing his fiancee, the lovely, generous, and talented Jill Mariner, to his mother Lady Underhill, a typical Wodehouse dragon. Sir Derek is a Member of Parliament, and has the fierce eye and visage of a Roderick (Spode or Glossop, take your pick), but he simply can’t face up to his mother.

And then Jill is arrested for standing up for an abused parrot, and coincidentally loses her trust fund, and thanks to an appalling dinner, an appalling play, and some appalling “help” from Freddie, Sir Derek breaks the engagement.

And then, faced with destitution, Jill embarks on a series of absurd schemes intended to provide herself with a bit of the ready–well, no, she doesn’t. That’s what would happen in a tale of Bertie Wooster. Jill, on the other hand, copes admirably. With their last few pounds in hand, Jill and her uncle, Major Selby, take ship for New York City, where Jill (aided by the owner of the parrot) takes a job in the chorus of a new musical comedy and gets on with her life–and continues to renew her acquaintance with a striking young man, the author of the appalling play mentioned above, who is called in to help fix up the new show.

It’s a romantic comedy, as I say, and the usual Wodehouse skill with the language is in full flower; I laughed frequently. But it simply isn’t a farce, and in many ways is all the better for it. The only book I can compare it (of those I’ve read to date) is Picadilly Jim, which was written just a few years earlier and similarly involved “real” people and situations; but here Wodehouse uses a lighter touch, and seems altogether more sure of himself.

Anyway, I enjoyed it immensely (no surprise there) and I might well read
it aloud to Jane in the not-too-distant future.

This month’s issue of Ex Libris Reviews is now on-line, such as it is. If anyone’s interested, I go into a little more detail as to why I’ve been posting so little recently.

This is the final book in Hobb’s Liveship Traders trilogy, and although it took me a long time to get through it I enjoyed it very much, and stayed up late on Saturday night to finish it. This is fairly typical for Hobb’s books: they are very long, and slow to get started; and the problems the characters face are painful enough and develop slowly enough that I usually prefer to read them in small doses. But constant acceleration can build quite a bit of momentum, and I usually end up reading the last couple of hundred pages in one or two big gulps. The effect is more pronounced when the book is the last in a trilogy, as this one is.

It would be difficult to say much about the plot without spoiling the earlier books, so I won’t; but I will say that the ending is quite satisfactory. It resolved the major conflicts (of which there were many), tied off the loose ends, and left me wanting more. Not too shabby, all things considered.

The March issue of Ex Libris Reviews is now on-line.

Jaq has just revealed that he’s only read the first two of Lois McMaster Bujold’s “Miles Vorkosigan” series. Now, I realize that one can’t have read everything. As they say in Silverlock, if he hasn’t read Bujold, it’s because he’s read other stuff.

But Jaq–yes, I’m talking to you!–you need to understand that when a new Bujold book comes out, it’s a major event at our house. Everything stops for three days or a week while I read the book aloud to Jane. That includes the Vorkosigan books, which are simply outstanding. Now, you’ve evidently read Shards of Honor and Barrayar, which these days are usually published in a single volume, Cordelia’s Honor; next, you must find a copy of Young Miles, which similarly combines two (or maybe three? I don’t have a copy) of the chronologically earliest books involving Cordelia and Aral’s son Miles. Trust me on this, Jaq, The Warrior’s Apprentice (the first selection in Young Miles) is everything you’ve been looking for.

In fact, it’s beginning to sound like a darn fine way to spend the afternoon.