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46 of 49 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Kudos to Weber & Ringo, August 2, 2001
This was great. Buy it, it's definitely worth the hard-bound price.Why do I say so? David Weber is very good at plot and action. He keeps me on the edge of my seat in all of his books, even the ones I'm not crazy about. OK, there are more elegant writers and his characterization isn't all that great. Since I'm not inclined to favor characters who spend all their time navel-gazing, I don't mind. John Ringo has my interest piqued. I picked up A Hymn Before Battle on one of my desperation bookstore crawls, partly because anyone who quotes Kipling can't be all bad, and partly because the premise looked interesting. The sight of humanity getting pasted but still keeping on always fills me with delight. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Gust Front was great fun, too. There is some concern that maybe Ringo's getting too much attention too fast, but I'm not going to worry until his books get sloppy. March Upcountry was good; this is better. I'm not able to say who wrote what, but I do feel that Ringo filled in some of Weber's holes, in much the same way that Pournelle and Niven help each other. The characters felt more solid, and the dialogue less wooden, than happens all too often with David Weber. In terms of plotting, I can't say any of it was unexpected, no. Somebody once pointed out that only a limited number of themes and plots exist, and all you can really do is ring some changes on them. The changes rung, in this case, were entertaining, and my interest never faltered. I was deeply relieved when they didn't have the Prince back-sliding into his old ways, which I half-expected. Neither author, though, seems to feel obliged to cover the same territory twice, and I'm relieved. I love the alien allies. I recognize them, especially the cavalry types, and (since I adored Rafael Sabatini) the whole swashbuckling crew is welcome to hang 'round. Buckle that swash, guys! There is a nice, nice little bit (speaking as a female, and I hope I'm not giving too much away) about how a man ought to treat a woman, if he's in the public view. After the idiocy we have endured in the past few years, a gentle reminder about dalliance and honor was welcome. If I have a real caveat, it's this: we have got to stop killing so many trees. Now, granted, paper is made from "trash pine" and not the redwoods, but there has to be a line. We encourage our authors (because we love them) to write long books with sequels, or, if you prefer, one very long book broken into volumes. This is partly the fault of the word-processor which has made editing so much easier - in the days when you had to cut and paste, you thought a long time about re-writes. You also, if you couldn't afford the services of the ten-fingered (I'm quoting Tolkien), had to type the silly thing yourself. While the computer keyboard encourages carpal tunnel syndrome because there is so little resistance to the keys, the same ease and spell-checker make it much, much easier to keep writing. So the books keep getting longer. This does worry me, just a little. It lets authors throw in the kitchen sink, indeed almost obliges them to. This isn't always a great idea. Over the years of reading Weber, I've noted that he produces clean copy; either he proof-reads with some attention, or he types well. Ringo's two were also fairly clean. I didn't get annoyed enough to draw my red pencil. Better yet, in March to the Sea, I was so entertained that I didn't note any errors. So go get it, and let the guys get their royalties so they can keep writing.
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