© 1960 by Harry Harrison
Imagine a world with double the gravitational pull of
Earth. Tilted crazily upon its axis like Uranus, unpredictable seasons and days
wreak proverbial havoc upon the landscape. Storms, cyclones, earthquakes and
volcanic eruptions can kill you, and if they don’t, the hundred degree daily swing in
temperature can make you mighty uncomfortable. And just about every living
thing, from the single-celled microbe to flying beasties of all shapes and
sizes to burrowing plants with gaping maws, everything is out to bury you.
Welcome to Pyrrus, known to our hero, Jason dinAlt, as
“Deathworld.”
In one of the fastest opening chapters I’ve read in a
long time, Jason is given an offer he can’t refuse by Kerk, dictator-of-sorts ruling
over the dwindling human population of Pyrrus. A high stakes gambler who has
the unexpected perk slash job skill of possessing the psychic ability to influence
the role of dice, dinAlt manages to score – at great risk to his life – a huge
amount of dough for Kerk to bankroll a last-ditch cargo of weapons and ammo to
keep life going a little longer on the Deathworld.
But as part of the bargain, Jason insists on tagging
along.
Imagine daily life as a never-ending bunker assault.
Running a foxhole trench to get to work. Kindergarten which focuses solely on
self-defense and weapons handling. Such is the mindset of the Pyrran, and
rightfully so. It seems as if the whole planet has consciously aligned itself
to eradicate these human invaders (descendants, by the way, of a space freighter
which crashed upon the world three centuries back).
Such is the riddle Jason sets upon himself to solve.
Especially since, as a Pyrran newbie, he can barely carry his double-gee
weight, and his stubbornness results in getting dangerous Kerk’s son killed. On
the run on a world where his life expectancy should be measured in minutes, our
hero finds unexpected help and is forced to use his gambling assets to save
both the Pyrrans intent on killing him and the flora and fauna of a world
intent on killing them all.
Was never a huge Harrison fan, though, as best I can
recall, I never really read much of him growing up. However, this Deathworld novel is part of a 450-page
paperback entitled Deathworld Trilogy,
so I do intend on reading the two sequels. Probably will alternate them with
the other handful of SF paperbacks on my desk awaiting a read. I also have another
Harrison trilogy, To the Stars,
consisting of a trio of early 80s novellas, which I just put into rotation and
will probably get to this Fall.
Deathworld
made
me a Harrison fan. Grade: solid A.
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