August 28, 2012 1 Comment
Gateway was published in 1977 by Frederik Pohl. It won a heap of awards including the 1978 Hugo Award for Best Novel,the 1978 Locus Award for Best Novel, the 1977 Nebula Award for Best Novel, and the 1978 John W. Campbell Award. The cover of the edition I read is an example of the awesome artwork created by John Picacio. You should go visit his website and be on the lookout for books with his covers. His artwork is fantastic.
So, how does a novel that won all those awards (won more, was nominated for a bunch more) and have such a beautiful cover suck so much? I am extremely disappointed in this novel. For one thing, this was the first Pohl work I’ve read and disliking this work so much does not bode well for future forays into his writing. Another thing is that I was really hyped to read Pohl since he is considered a “Grandmaster” of science fiction. After all, look at all the awards this novel and it’s author have won? Surely, if there was a book that was going to rock the house – this has got to be it, right?
Well, and it was a ridiculous chore to acquire this book. Bookstore did not have it (shock…) and I had to order it. I actually had to order it thrice, and it took about three months to get it shipped to the store. I am not going to order books from that store location anymore. Now, I know this has nothing to do with Pohl or Gateway – but it was a sure omen that I ignored. And, well, it did not help that after finally getting the book in hand I was practically ravenous for reading it. And then WHAM! let down.
The structure of the book is pretty neat. I really like how there are three sections happening simultaneously. One is the past (but told as if it is still present) which takes place on Gateway and involves all the coolest aspects of the storyline. One part is the current time in which the main character visits his psychiatrist, Sigfrid. This is unique because the psychiatrist is a machine – a computer. The third, and lesser, section is the miscellany from the explorations and studies related to Gateway. These are cool and would be good fodder for the series.
The main character, Robinette Broadhead, is infinitely hateable. I do not mean that I dislike the character – I mean I pretty much despise him. He’s a whiney, cowardly, selfish jerk. He only goes to Gateway because (1.) he wins the lottery to do so; (2.) he’s looking for a get-rich-fast scheme to get out of his miserable life. He has mommy issues, he has girlfriend issues, and he has money issues. He’s consumed by guilt. Well, I guess it’s not difficult to see why he sees a shrink.
Gateway is a planet that is a portal and space-dock that was constructed by the presumably extinct Heechee alien race. They left their ships and their tunnels and cleaned up all the rest of the artefacts. Basically, the Heechee are a big mystery, but the Corporation finances “prospectors” to get into completely uncontrollable Heechee ships and fly out into space. The ships control themselves to whatever destinations the Heechee have programmed into them. Most prospectors do not return alive. Some do. Some return with information or artefacts, which the Corporation buys and pays out royalties for. Hence, the prospectors’ get-rich dreams.
I have two problems with this plot. (1.) it makes humans seem like they have lost all of their technological and scientific ingenuity. Sure, they are attempting to reverse-engineer Heechee things, but throughout the novel, humans seem woefully clueless. (2.) the Corporation paying out huge sums based on a random rubric for the prospectors’ efforts seems off – humanity is supposedly struggling – hungry or impoverished in general (except for the ultra-rich). So who is buying/selling the Heechee info and items? To whom? And why? There seems to be a supply/demand issue that isn’t really thought out perfectly. There are options that Pohl could have used, but he doesn’t get into it and it leaves a little bit of a blank there.
For the majority of the book, Robinette mopes around Gateway trying to trick himself into working up the courage to go out in a ship. His friend Shicky makes the best point in the whole novel:
You don’t need so much courage. You only need courage for one day: just to get in the ship and go. Then you don’t have to have courage anymore, because you don’t anymore have a choice. – pg. 233, chapter 26
However, throughout the book in the sections where Robinette is seeing Sigfrid it is presented to the reader that Robinette has become very rich. By chapter 26, the reader still does not get the how and where. While on Gateway, Robinette blows money left and right at the bar and the casino.
The worst part of the book, which makes it hover a bit closer to a one star rating, is the R-rated sex throughout the book. No, there are not graphic detailed scenes – this isn’t (thankfully) erotica. However, Robinette confuses sex for love, uses sex to distract himself from his cowardice, taunts Sigfrid with Freudian Oedipal comments, continually is agitated by the character Dane Metchnikov, and, once off of Gateway, runs through girls like they are paper towels. There is one scene where Robinette gets a bit physically violent with his supposed-girlfriend, and does so in front of a young child. And there is the last paragraph of chapter 25, which is really horrendous and actually made me want to chuck the book into a wall. Dreck. None of this wins any points for the novel. In fact, I mention this here, because there are not too many people to whom I would recommend this novel because of these parts. Some reviewers have commented that this is typical of 1970s mentality – I don’t think so; I have read bunches of books from the 1970s and I don’t really feel like making excuses for this dreck. I suppose the title is supposed to be punny…..
None of the marvel, grand adventure, wonder, or awe that is found in the best science fiction space-going novels.
Two stars is kind of a gift. This is science fiction. But if someone was looking for great reads in science fiction, I would not suggest this. Why all the awards? Maybe 1977/1978 was just a really bad year for science fiction novels.