Rogue Moon

Algis Budrys Rogue Moon (1960)
I'm still waiting to find the one which squares with Budrys' reputation as your favourite science-fiction author's favourite science-fiction author, and I was beginning to think it might be this; but coming to the last page, I have doubts.

This is my fourth Budrys, including a collection of short stories. As with the others, there's something about his writing which seems to resist my attention. It's not badly written by any means, and yet the sentences have bits sticking out at awkward angles. English wasn't his first language, although I'm not sure it's that given that his prose is mostly superior to a few I could name who were born here, in a manner of speaking. His stories unfold unevenly, often revealing crucial details as no more than hints you'll probably miss first time, creating a sense of mystery which is either compelling or frustrating depending on how it catches you, all of which contributes to the atmosphere of cold war paranoia. Budrys asks vaguely existential questions concerning identity, reality and so on in a way which would foreshadow Philip K. Dick were it a bit more freewheeling. His situations and narrative constructions are complex, characterised by subtleties, and are often thought provoking; and yet at the same time he'll shoot himself in the foot with some twist so dumb that it hurts.

Who?, for example, features a protagonist trailed by the secret services. At one point our man makes a phone call from a store, and the powers that be want to know who he called. Our secret service boys ingeniously distract the store owner whilst cleverly replacing his phone directory with an identical copy. They take the original away and study every single page in search of faint impressions left by their guy's finger as he looked for the name and number he was after. In view of the opening of The Falling Torch - wherein counter revolution is planned by a bunch of old men secretly meeting in a garden shed - it somehow doesn't seem that surprising.

Rogue Moon, on the other hand, is the one which has been described as influential. It's certainly an improvement on the others, but nevertheless feels as though it should have been better. The story is that we've mastered teleportation and we're sending a guy to the moon to investigate an anomalous, seemingly philosophical structure of unknown origin. This is tricky because no teleported person has survived more than a couple of minutes, so it's a death sentence because, as Al's detailed and beautifully described theory of how teleportation might work tells us, the process pops an exact copy of the traveller out at the other end while destroying the original. Then we discover that a second copy, copied from the first copy, simultaneously exists back on Earth in telepathic communication with the version of himself on the moon - sending the rest of us scrambling back through previous pages trying to work out whether Budrys already told us this detail or whether we missed it. Also, there's a whole team of helpers already on the moon ready to escort our doomed investigator to the aforementioned anomaly, and not a word of how they got up there or why they haven't felt inclined to investigate the thing for themselves.

These questions remain unanswered, and the pseudo-psychedelic experience of our guy entering the anomaly doesn't shed much light on anything, leaving us with a novel in which men and one woman discuss the nature of being, life, death, existence, and all of that good stuff, often in the form of speeches which seem to foreshadow William Shatner's portrayal of Captain Kirk - not that that's necessarily a bad thing. I get the impression that Rogue Moon wanted to be a serious novel, and it would be but for a lack of focus - as though it keeps changing its mind. It's frustrating, but mostly because it intrigues and plays its cards close to its chest, so I guess that's a conditional thumbs up from me.