When
I was a kid, only ten or eleven, I was interested in science fiction. While at
the super market one day, on one of the racks of paperback books that held
genre novels including westerns, mysteries and romances, I spotted Four From
Planet Five. I asked if I could have it and my mother agreed. It was only
35 cents, which in those days was a nice bit of money for a book, but she
agreed. I have long since decided that she agreed because she wanted to read it
too.
Now, for decades, I have hauled that book around. It has followed me as I moved from one state to another, which is to say that I still have it. True, the clue is given away because, as you can see the cover isn’t pristine, but I do have it.
I
mention all this because I just reread it after all these years. I remembered
nothing about it, except that the kids were supposed to be telepathic. Of
course, you could learn that by reading the cover blubs, so that was no big
deal.
Clearly,
the book, by Murray Leinster, was written quickly. It is fairly short and tells
us the story rather than show us much of it. The science is late in the 1950s.
The children, that is, the four from planet five, identify Jupiter, not only by
its size but by the twelve moons that orbit it. We’re much smarter today because
we know the number is 79 plus a couple of moonlet, but I didn’t really care about
that…
The
children are horrified by the craters on our moon, suggesting that the
destruction there was caused by the destruction of the postulated planet in
orbit between Mars and Jupiter. The children can’t speak English, of course,
and none of the adults can speak their language so there is a communication problem.
Their
ship arrives with a sudden burst of static, so powerful, that it is heard on
radios and televisions all around the world. I’m not sure about the science
here but it sounded something like an electromagnetic pulse which would be more
or less line of sight. In other words, the radios and televisions on the other
side of the world might not have been affected but that’s just a minor problem.
The
main male character, Soames, a scientist, laments that he will never earn
enough to support the journalist, Gail Haynes, but that doesn’t stop him from
wishing. Of course, that is all turned around when the ship bursts into the
airspace over the Antarctic where they both happen to be working. Soames, who
is also the helicopter pilot, flies her out to look for the object they are
sure is down somewhere near their outpost. It gives him an excuse to hang
around with her.
It
is clear to me that Leinster knew nothing about helicopter operations, given
the way he described the flight. That’s really no big deal, but since I am a
helicopter pilot, I spotted this right away and, of course felt the urge to
mention it.
Wilson "Bob" Tucker with his
ever present bottle of Beam's.
As
an irrelevant aside, Bob Cornett and I wrote a science fiction novel, Seeds
of War. We kept getting it rejected. Well, not always. One editor was going
to buy it, but he got fired and the book was returned. He tried to buy it at
his new publisher, but got fired again. Bob and I knew Wilson Tucker who had
published some 25 very good but underappreciated science fiction novels so we
asked him to take a look at it. When we visited him at his home, one of the
first things he said, “Which one of you is the helicopter pilot?”
I
hadn’t thought there was anything particularly insightful about the way I had
described the helicopter operations, but Bob (Tucker, aka Wilson and not Bob
Cornett) knew that one of us was a helicopter pilot… but I digress.
We
learn that the cause of the big static burst was an alien ship that crashed.
Flying over it, they saw four children, hardly dressed for the cold, outside
the ship. They looked human, but, of course, they couldn’t be.
Here,
we see the first of the scenes in which we are told more than we are shown. No
big deal, but it was something that I noticed throughout the book.
Sure,
the story was okay, but I thought some of the developments in the book were not
properly set up. The romance between Soames and Haynes developed a little too
quicky. People do fall in love at first sight, but this just seemed rushed to
me. Almost within hours, they’re talking about marriage.
And
we have the military man… well, woman, Captain Moggs… really, we couldn’t give
her a name that was somewhat more attractive. Moggs, of course, isn’t all that
bright but is following her orders, such as they are. She is not a nice person,
but given the name, what would you expect?
Within
a few pages, we have the world on the brink of atomic war because the Americans
have access to the children, with the technology that seems to be far superior
to anything on Earth. True, Fran, one of the children, blew up the remains of
the ship to keep it out of the hand of we savages, but that didn’t stop the
rest of the world from believing that Americans had access to all that
technology.
Soames
makes a few deductions based on very thin information that turn out to be
correct. Again, I didn’t think that sufficient evidence was supplied for him to
leap to the conclusions that he did because the theory is so radical that I’m
not sure it would cross the mind of a scientist. On the other hand, I suspect a
science fiction writer would leap to it because it is much more fun than
interstellar travel.
There
is a sort of nice twist at the end of the book, but I won’t go into that
because I see that you can buy the book on Amazon if you’re so inclined.
Spoilers, you know.
I
will point out that the book felt rushed, meaning that I think Leinster wrote
it for the bucks in a hurry. I think it was one of the old-time mystery writers
who said that he once locked himself in a hotel room for a weekend to knock out
a book. Needed the cash.
It’s
a nice story though, but it just isn’t as developed as it could have been. I
believe that given that it was Fawcett Gold Medal Book, and since it was a paperback
to being with, back in the days when most people looked down their noses at paperback
books and paperback writers, I don’t think anyone took the care with it that
they would have taken with a hardback.
That doesn’t mean it’s a bad book. I had no
trouble getting through it. I saw the flaws and just ignored them. It was a fun
story with a hint of romance and a world that was about to go up in flames but
then the world is always about to go up in flames. It’s just not a Nebula or
Hugo worthy book, but then it wasn’t meant to be. It was designed to appeal the
science fiction audience, and that it does. It was designed, I believe, for the
quick buck. It’s not a masterpiece but it is a serviceable story. Let’s say
three stars, maybe three and a half out of five.