This was one of my top ten SF books of all time when it appeared, and I'd still put it in the top twenty, even with so much published since. I could hardly wait to see what happened next, and it goes through all sorts of unexpected twists and turns before arriving at a very satisfying ending. Mr Biggle writes easily and naturally, with a touch of ironical humour.
Disabled Air Force Major Bowden Karvel is hanging out with some friends at a local tavern, when he sees trees starting to fall in the valley below, in a widening spiral of destruction. At the centre is some sort of spherical vehicle, with some sort of human pilot in it -- stone dead.
Where did it come from? The capsule itself is the only clue, and the only way to find out where it came from is for a live pilot to take it to its point of origin...
Books that really drive are rare, even among best-sellers (some obvious examples are the
James Bond and
Modesty Blaise tales); but in Science Fiction they're even fewer. This, however, is a prime example: others include
The Stars My Destination (aka
Tiger, Tiger),
Galactic Patrol and
The Man in the Maze.
This is my favourite story by Lloyd Biggle Jr.