God Emperor of Didcot (Space Captain Smith) Paperback – 2 Sep 2008
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Toby Frost has written film reviews for the book "The DVD Stack "and articles for "Solander "magazine.
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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 her, nor can he help but blow almost every opportunity he has to score with her.Read more ›
Roll on book 3
Gently sending up sci-fi classics such as Dune (replace 'spice'of Frank Herbert's epic with 'tea' and you'll get the idea) whilst simultaneously parodying elements of our own world (nouveau arrivistes, new-agers and religious fanatics all receive a gentle or not-so gentle ribbing), it is full of truly laugh out loud moments. You don't even need to be a sci-fi fan to get much of the humour. Being British would probably help, since many of the targets are particular to this country, but even that isn't vital.
There is also decent plot & characters to go along with all the jokes. The adventures of Space Captain Smith are not simple spoofs, even if they do mock or lampoon other fictional genres along the way. The story here, a mix of Dune, War of the Worlds and Casablanca if that is possible, is properly constructed and you actually care what happens. Equally you care about Smith and his companions. Yes, they can be utter idiots and are drawn in broad strokes, but they are also recognisably human (even the aliens). If God Emperor of Didcot was simply a series of skits hung on a waifer thin plot it would probably still be funny but not as half as satisfying as it actually is.
I really cannot recommend this book, or its prequel, highly enough. I suspect that it will not be long before some bright TV producer picks up a copy and spots the potential for a TV adaptation. Reading both books I could not help but feel that this would be perfect for either (British) TV or Radio. Try it and see if you agree...
The Ghast Empire - with their fanatical god-bothering allies, the Edenites - have launched an attack on Urn. But the tea must brew, and Urn be recaptured from the filthy ant-men hordes. Smith's old nemesis 462 is back, complete with steampunk monocle, and Gilead, with steampunk robot body (except for his bladder). Anyway, Space Captain Isambard Smith finds himself on Urn, dealing with convent schoolgirls, the Sauceress Sam O'Varr, and a nudist spec-ops warrior (apparently the author of "Small Unit, Deep Penetration", the standard handbook in the field).
There is still plenty of fun to be had here - the mockery is by no means restrained to Dune. Smith must rescue Rhianna, escape from Urn, bring back an army to free the planet, and defeat the Ghast hordes. Oh, and if possible, get his end away with Rhianna, if he can overcome his deeply repressed feelings. Suruk has skulls to collect and polish, Polly Carveth is still hunting for her perfect man, and Gerald is along for the ride. Smith is still a bit two-dimensional - but what dimensions! I still cant work out if he is army, navy, civilian adventurer or Company employee, and apart from the reference to schooldays, Smith's history is a blank page.Read more ›
Most Recent Customer Reviews
Great light hearted, tongue in cheek SciFi with lots of nods to other books and films in the genre. Best to read from Book 1 in the series to get the most out of it.Published 6 months ago by Sixpence
I love the Captain Smith Chronicles. only wish I found them earlier.Published 16 months ago by Roger Webb
No surprises with this book, gung ho space brits give Johnny foreigner a dammed good thrashing.......eventually. Easy, fun read, recommendedPublished 19 months ago by Way ahead