The Golden Globe
Reviewed: December 28, 2005
By: John Varley
Publisher: Ace Books
517 pages, $10.99
An actorís lot is often not a happy
one. The life story of Kenneth C. Valentine is the stuff of The Golden
Globe, played out on a cosmic stage that includes the entire solar system.
Well, not all. In Varleyís vision of
humanityís future we got kicked off the homeworld by mysterious aliens who
destroyed everyone still on Earth during what appears to have been little
more than a sneeze on their part. Humanity got to keep the Moon, and other
colonies in the solar system, which included some of the planets, many other†
moons and asteroids too numerous to mention. For some reason, THEY left us
alone in space.
Kenneth is centenarian actor (lots
has been done with chemistry, genetics and implants in this future) intent
on escaping his past, a past in which he was probably guilty of parricide,
though itís a little confusing. Ken travels the spaceways with an enhanced
canine companion and a bit of luggage that would make even the most experienced
traveler turn green with envy.
Heís a wandering thespian, acting when
he can and conning when he canít, and he never intended to cross swords with
the law or the criminal element again. Somehow he runs afoul of the Charonese
Mafia (think of them as Sopranos with attitude) and finds himself fleeing
across the solar system trying to escape an assassin and hoping to survive
long enough to play King Lear under the best director in the solar system.
It is during the periods of hibernation
enabling him to make this long voyage from the moons of Pluto to Earthís Moon
that Ken, who is telling us all this, slips into the third person and relates
the story of his long life.
Itís fascinating stuff. The kid was
raised by his dad, John Barrymore Valentine, an abusive monster who made his
life hell, but had him reciting† all of Shakespeare from memory by the age
of six. Itís while theyíre sort of on the run that Ken stumbles onto the gig
that is the making of his career and becomes the child star known as Sparky.
Growth inhibitors and other wizardry enable him to keep this act going for
a long, long time, until he finally decides heís rich enough, and has been
a kid long enough, that itís time to grow up.
You know what they say about the adult
careers of many a child actor.
Some of this story is told us by Hildy
Johnson, the reporter who was the central character in Steel Beach,
an earlier Varley novel. Some of it comes in press releases and other news
coverage, but most of it is from Sparky himself, who flees the moon after
his dadís death, his only companions being a dog named Toby and the itinerant
ghost of Elwood P. Dodd, who looks a lot like Jimmy Stewart and sometimes
acts more like Tom Destry.
Varley writes a great story, with enough
action, humour and plot twists to keep you turning those pages. Heís indicated
that this book and Steel Beach form two-thirds of a loose trilogy,
in that the books occupy about the same time frame and have some overlapping