The End of the World, Again
Aftermath
Starfire
What's up with that?
In the year 2026, the Alpha Centauri system goes supernova. As the gas
shell's outer layers began to weaken, a cloud of gamma rays and X rays
bursts through, heads straight for Earth, and on arrival crisps half a
century's worth of microprocessor technology. As Aftermath starts, parts of
Earth are beginning to recover from the technological collapse, and from the
climatological ruination that transpired during the weeks in which "Alpha C"
outshone our own sun. Other parts--most of the Southern Hemisphere, in
particular--are lost forever.
In Aftermath, the introspective American President tries to plan the
nation's future, surrounded by panicked, venal friends and enemies in a
Washington that makes the 2001 version look almost cheery. Meanwhile,
the remnants of the first manned expedition to Mars are captured by a
paramilitary/religious group; and three desperate cancer patients search
through the rubble for Oliver Guest, the most brilliant medical researcher of
their time, and a serial murder.
Starfire tells of building an immense space shield to protect Earth from an
even more dangerous burst of supernova debris. The remnant of
Aftermath's millenarian group--no longer religious, but the world's most
powerful technology provider--is apparently sabotaging the shield. The
infamous Oliver Guest is enlisted to help track down another serial killer.
And some eccentric but brilliant scientists have determined that these
"cosmic bursts" coming Earth's way couldn't have happened at random.
Who is Charles Sheffield?
He was born in England, has a doctorate in physics from Cambridge
University, and had a substantial career that included some work with
NASA; he didn't start publishing science fiction until he was in his forties.
Although he is now a full-time writer and has been for some time, he keeps
up with developments in science, and publishes a nonfiction title every few
years; The Borderlands of Science is the most recent of these.
What's good about his writing?
Sheffield's training as a physicist shows up consistently in his fiction. The
scenarios in his books are detailed and convincing. (Aftermath is
somewhat unusual for him in that it is set on Earth, although a badly
damaged Earth. The space colony of Starfire is more Sheffieldesque.)
His characters have a certain amount of depth--more than in most hard
SF--and quirkiness. (In Aftermath, the President suffers from recurring
bouts of sexual dysfunction, not typically a technothriller malady, nor,
perhaps, a presidential one.) The dialogue is usually conversational and
only rarely brings attention to itself; I should mention that Sheffield's
attempt to render the Australianese of one of the eccentric scientists in
Starfire really doesn't work, but that's an unusual misstep. His prose style
is breezy and efficient: appropriate, and above average, for high-tech
adventures.
At one point in Aftermath, an aging Air Force captain resurrects a Sikorsky
CH-53A helicopter that had been hanging around since well before the
supernova just because nobody had gotten around to scrapping it. He
presents it to President Steinmetz as a replacement Air Force One. It's an
unexpected treat in the post-technological context, and an oddly moving
vignette.
What's bad about his writing?
In both Aftermath and Starfire, an important role is played by Dr. Oliver
Guest, who, when he's not developing lifesaving medical technology,
abducts, kills, and clones teenage girls who appeal to him. If you don't want
to spend time with some very bad bad guys--Dean Koontz baddies--you
might want to sample Aftermath before investing in both volumes. (If you
get through the first ten pages of either book, I think you'll be okay.)
Every now and then, a couple of his characters--scientists or
astronauts--will sit back and discuss the scientific principles behind
whatever mayhem is going on. Starfire, in which a pair of Australians
explain the arcana of intelligent subatomic combinations, is especially
voluble. Personally, I eat this stuff up, and he's good at it, but if you have
no patience for science chats, you might not like these books or this writer.
Despite what I said above about his "efficient" style, I wouldn't call
Sheffield "fast reading." The two novels under discussion juggle multiple
plots, and both do so successfully. Sometimes, however (especially in
1993's ambitious The Mind Pool), some of the threads fly away. He often
uses character ensembles that can be hard to keep track of if you aren't
paying attention, or if you're reading in a cafeteria. His novels are
suspenseful and consistently entertaining, but they can feel overstuffed.
Sequelitis
I read Aftermath and Starfire back-to-back, and therefore can't tell you
for dead certain if they work independently. Despite having a few characters
in common, the two books have different emotional tones and narrative
structural devices, and don't feel at all like two halves of one big long book.
Aftermath left some loose ends open (notably, the threat of a second wave
of particles from Alpha Centauri; as far as hints go, I'd say that was a
biggie). Starfire efficiently backfilled the disaster scenario, and I think it
could be read as a standalone. It didn't drop any obvious clues about the
direction of the next one--and there will be a next one; he's already signed
a contract.
Last thoughts
More of a narrative storyteller than Arthur C. Clarke, and more fun than
Gregory Benford, Sheffield shares with them an imagination that is
informed by the possibilities of science on the edge. Charles Sheffield is
writing some of the best science fiction of the last twenty years.
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