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Space Captain Smith (Chronicles of Isambard Smith)

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If you took the writers of Red Dwarf, The Hitchiker's guide to the galaxy and Terry Pratchett, put them all in a pot and melded them together, you would almost certainly be arrested. If you however took bits of their writing styles and blended them together in a weird Victorian/ sc-fi space soap opera you may end up with a book something like this one.

Meet Isambard Smith. A fleet officer for the British space Empire. He is rabidly patriotic, heroic, paranoid about foreigners (especially ones who want to turn him into a nutri-shake) and utterly fearless apart from social situations with pretty girls. If you asked an American to draw a stereotypical Englishman Smith would be it, complete with a handlebar moustache and a deep seated love of tea and cricket.

Despite his aforementioned mistrust of anyone not from good old Blighty his best friend is, for reasons never explained, a seven foot tall greenish grey 'predator' type creature.

The book is really a journey of gentle and affectionate parody of all our best loved sc-fi stories. Predator, The Matrix, I Robot, Blade Runner, Total Recall and strangely A clockwork Orange? all feature.

The book does have one or two flaws that can be easily forgiven as this is a debut book. Firstly Carveth (the escaped synthetic person/sex toy) and Smith take a while to settle down and find a consistant personality. Also the book does at times get a bit contrived to allow a particularly witty one liner in, which sometimes was worth it but at others only caused me to groan.

But this is a good opening to the series and is the kind of book I worshipped as a teenager, when laughs were far more important to me than drama.

In summary, an amusing easy to read book, with a very cool cover, ideal for a beach holiday.

Space Captain Smith - Toby Frost

Isambard Smith wants to be a space captain in the second British Empire, and battle the evil Ghast, giant ant-like creatures, and the religious fanatics of the Republic of New Eden. Instead he gets to pilot the John Pym, a damaged and weary freighter, on a mission to pick up Rhianna Mitchell, a new age hippy, from the laid back New Francisco territories and bring her back to the Empire.

His bold crew consists of an android pilot, Pollyanna Carvath, who is actually a sex toy on the run from her perverted owner, along with Gerald - her pet hamster, and Isambard's best friend Surak, an alien whose idea of a good holiday is sun, sea and slaughter.

They are pursued on their voyage by Ghast and New Edeners intent on stopping them and getting hold of Rhianna, and an android assassin called Dreckitt, assigned to terminate Polly. They face void sharks, attracted by the scent of rust of the ship, crash land on Paradis, which isn't quite as paradisical is it might appear, encounter 462 of the Ghast and Captain Gilead of New Eden and discover exactly why Rhianna is so - different.

This book actually made me laugh out loud in places. The humour is very similar to that of Hitch Hiker's Guide and may not appeal to everyone, but if you know what a Haynes manual is and understand that a cup of tea counts as foreplay in some parts of the universe, then you might enjoy this book. A nicely written, easy read that has left me really wanting to get into the second book.

Space Captain Smith is a difficult book to categorise. Sci-fi would seem an obvious starting place but to pigeonhole it there would be to understate its broader comic significance. This well told tale of derring-do in the 25th century British Space Empire captures, encapsulates and then sends-up everything it has ever meant to be British, from stiff upper lip to rough serge uniforms, from bounders to blunders, from well-trimmed moustaches to Tiffin and tea. If you ever wondered what made Britain great, Captain Isambard Smith will only increase your uncertainty.

Frost's excellent prose takes us on a Hitchhikers' Trek to the Red Dwarf Matrix by way of Dan Dare with a soupcon of Dad's Army. Nothing is quite as it seems, which is probably just as well. Like one of those bizarre dreams following a heavy session sometimes where you are and the characters you're meeting seem vaguely - unnervingly - familiar.

The author has a thorough knowledge of sci-fi and many other genres so you can enjoy playing spot-the-reference without detracting from the serious pleasure of the read. Smith is a gem and the other main characters: a runaway sex-bot turned pilot who relies on the Haynes manual to fly, a homicidal skull-collecting alien (Smith's best buddy) and a new-age flibety-gibbet girl passenger, are all drawn to perfection. The baddies are boo-hiss-able, the jokes frequent and the action scenes memorable.

Toby Frost proves once and for all that innuendo is a legitimate weapon in the literary arsenal and not simply an Italian word for suppository.

Space Captain Smith is a book to savour on a holiday flight or any time at all. I guarantee you'll queue for the sequel when it's published later this year. My money says a film will not be far behind.

A wonderfully amusing novel about the trials and tribulations of a gentleman with the sensibilities of a Victorian officer just trying to get on with things without Johnny Foreigner interfering... only Johnny is a giant cannibalistic alien ant man bent on domination of the universe. Not only has Frost managed to create a wonderful universe that is strangely familiar whilst also being completely mad, but also a set of characters you will learn to love as you follow their adventures, hoping that they not only save the day and get the girl but the gingernut buscuits aswell. If you're a fan of Pratchette, Douglas Adams or taking a familiar look at the bizzare then I highly recommend this book with a nice cup of tea, a slice of Victoria sponge and your phasers set to stun.

Huzzah for Space Captain Smith! I had great hopes for this series, which may explain why I was slightly unsure for the first couple of chapters. Initially I was slightly worried that it was going to be a bit amateur or immature but then it just clicked. And I haven't looked back since. I loved the book and as soon as I finished, I couldn't wait to start the next in the series (which is even better). If I have any criticisms it's that it perhaps tries to squeeze too many sci-fi spoofs into one book (what will be left for the other books) but they are done with such good humour that it never becomes a problem. Anyway, to conclude, the idea is wonderful, the cast loveable, the story a good intro to the series, and I highly recommend it. Especially if, like me, you enjoy your British history and your Sci-fi. Pip pip.

Having looked at the reviews written here already I would say that they are quite right on a lot of things within this book. Space Captain Smith is both a homage and parody of modern science fiction films. For example Blade Runner, Matrix and A Clockwork Orange. Captain Smith himself is a pastiche of the stereotypical colonial era English adventurer. Prideful, arrogant but at the same time daring. He put me in mind of an inverted Harry Flashman - courageous and reckless, yet utterly useless with women. His companions are your usual collection of oddballs and psychopaths. Be it a ladette sex droid prone to alcoholism and unintentional sexual innuendo, to a somehow lovable alien head hunter in a top hat.

As for the story itself, I couldn't describe it as a masterpiece, with the main villains being your usual array of 2D cut out lunatics and monsters. The plot itself starts out as a straight forward damsel rescue, though the damsel herself turns out to be far from helpless. Though there is some bonding moments between characters, you never for example learn of how Smith and his alien companion Suruk came to be such close friends.

Overall this is a pleasant little getaway from reality. I doubt it will win any literary awards, but it's hardly a shambles.

Enjoy

Actually, the title should more properly read "more than JUST 300 pages of dirty jokes" although there is a dirty joke or two to be found. Also, single, double and triple entendres. But for all that, this is steampunk space opera set to flank speed.

Imagine every sci-fi movie, TV show, book and computer game ever. Mix them all up in a huge bubbling stewpot, throw in some British honour out of Flashman, and turn the dial up to 11. That sums up Space Captain Smith as best I can. Alternatively, you could try imagining what comes to mind with the simple phrase "British Space Empire".

To write a proper spoof of something, it has to work on the level that is being spoofed as well. Toby Frost does this: there is an evil alien empire (the insectile Ghasts), a square-jawed hero (Captain Isambard Smith), his sidekick (Suruk the Slayer, an alien), a love interest (Rhianna), and a henchmen. Henchbot. Henchsexbot (Polly Carveth). Oh, and a hamster called Gerald, but he does not have a lot to do. Without giving the plot away, there is adventure, derring do, and violence.

Smith is a bit of a cipher here - we are unsure if he is civilian or military, public servant or company man. He's a real hero - a dead shot, personally brave, terribly proper, and unlacking in moral fibre. He's also not terribly bright, hopeless with women, and thoroughly paternalistic. For all that, his best friend is an alien savage and he is horrified that his android pilot was designed as a sex toy for a degenerate (but escaped to freedom instead). Smith plays it straight all the way through: there is no winking to the audience, for all that the writer's tongue is planted firmly in cheek.

With so much going on, it's a wonder this works as well as it does. Don't bother trying to count all the influences being ripped off, you will give up in the first few pages even if you take off your shoes. I think myself there was only one plot thread too far, and I might have ditched the hamster. Probably other people take a different view as to which character and plot thread could have been cut, and all that goes to show how very well the damn thing works. Its less "ridiculous" than Red Dwarf or Hitchiker's Guide - it's a real universe, just filled with crazy, yet internally consistent, characters.

If you can handle humour in your sci-fi, or sci-fi in your humour, this is the book for you.

Staggeringly corny but always entertaining British-Empire-translated-to-space tale with unlikely hero and even more unlikely crew, which sends the genre so far up that it may never come down again. First book I've read for a long time with genuine laugh-out-loud moments.

This is a good sci-fi debut novel. It has plenty of laughs but they do not distract from the plot. It is hard to compare it to other works as the author has his own unique style and he does not draw heavily from any one influence. It is a great read and I would recommend it. At the back of the book there is mention of a forthcoming second book in the series and I look forward to Smith's adventures continuing.

You might call Isambard Smith the Anti-Flashman, though the covers at first seem similar. But look closely at that cover. Does Smith have a scantly clad woman draped around his leg? No, he's got a dead body at his feet. Proper.

The Space Captain Smith series is set in a future where the British Empire has risen once more, and with it an aesthetic throwback to late colonial England. The architecture is New Gothic, ships are designed with brasswork cogs and levers, and while the computers have normal displays, numbers are often displayed with rotating dials and a handy ticker-tape that prints out relevant information.

Smith is about as different to Flashman as you can get. He's not a womanizer, a coward, or a bully for one (well, three) thing(s). About the only thing they have in common is a decent mustache. But Smith isn't a larger than life hero without flaws. Outside of a good fight he's downright awkward, especially around members of the opposite sex. But he also embodies everything we're meant to see in the British Space Empire - noble and refined, with its citizens carrying a stiff upper lip and not dealing with things like "feelings" in public. Dreadnought Diplomacy is alive and well. When one speaks of "civilizing" an alien culture, it refers to how the iron fist is used if talking sensibly to the silly buggers didn't work.

Smith's long time friend is a Morlock (or M'Lak) called Suruk the Slayer (Doom Purveyor, Son of Agshad Nine-Swords, Grandson of Urgar the Miffed). The M'Lak look vaguely like a thin version of the Predator but their personality better fits the "noble savage" archetype from classic adventure literature like King Solomon's Mines.

To act as a foil to Smith and Suruk are two women: Pollyanna Carveth, a fugitive sex toy masquerading as the ship's pilot, and Rhianna Mitchell, a New-New Age hippie herbalist from the American Free States (think California). Despite the fact she is so unlike Smith - or perhaps because of it - he can't help but fall head over heals for Rhianna, nor can he help but blow almost every opportunity he has to score with her.

Like Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, parody and satire infuses much of the novels. Frost pokes fun at the Martians from H.G. Wells, the trenchcoats and sunglasses in The Matrix, and everything in between. While these parodies sometimes stick out as a little obvious in the first novel, by the second Frost has found his rhythm and the references are more seamlessly interwoven with the narrative.

Unlike Pratchett, which generally has the heroes avoid lethal violence unless absolutely necessary, the Smith books are almost gleefully violent and action packed. It's not as deep or philosophical as Pratchett, but then it's not meant to be. It's a ripping yarn, and it delivers both on the action front and the comedy. While Pratchett always puts a smile on my face, he rarely makes me laugh out loud. Frost on the other hand has me burst out frequently.

The backdrop for the Smith books is that of impending war. The Empire on the cusp of invasion by a genocidal ant-like species known as the Ghast. These fanatical minions and their ruthless leaders seek only the death of all humans, and that's not just human propaganda. In fact, the Ghast's own World War Two style propaganda posters makes their goal abundantly clear, as no doubt do their cookbooks.

But not all of the danger in the universe comes from aliens. The Democratic Republic of New Eden, a small militant group of colonies that broke away after the fall of the Empire of Man, is pretty much none of the things its name describes. It is neither democratic nor a republic, and its territory could hardly be considered an Eden given that it's ideals are about as old as you can get without bashing rocks together. Edenites represent the worst we have to offer - sexist, racist, intolerant religious fanatics whose beliefs incorporates a mishmash of all the various hate-smite-everything-beard-wearing versions from Earth's history.

Plot wise Space Captain Smith deals with Isambard and his crew trying to escort Rhianna from the United Free States space station New Francisco into British Empire territory, and the Ghast want to capture her at any cost. In the process they have to escape the clutches of a Ghast battleship, hide on a planet recently conquered by New Eden and then free it in order to escape. To add to their problems a universe-weary android assassin (who dreams of electric sheep) is trying to track down and terminate their pilot Polly.

You can be assured of lots of laughs, tons of movie and book references, awkward romance, and a jolly good kick up old Gertie's backside. I'm particularly impressed how Frost has avoided the temptation of making the battles like an episode of G.I. Joe (where lots of shots are fired yet nobody gets hurt) just because it's a comedy.

I'm looking forward to more from this ongoing series.