Exhibit A

The Flying Sorcerers — David Gerrold & Larry Niven

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David Gerrold and Larry Niven’s 1971 standalone novel, The Flying Sorcerers, was Gerrold’s first published novel and Niven’s fourth. Even though this book uses the vernacular of fantasy, it is a science fiction comedy. More on that last bit later.


Lant may be a humble bonecarver but he is also the only person who can remonstrate with the wizard Shoogar and be heard. This makes Lant his village’s primary line of defense against the vagaries of the short-tempered, powerful wizard. Although, as the events that follow the appearance of a rival wizard named As-a-Color-Shade-of-Purple-Gray show, Lant cannot completely prevent Shoogar from throwing destructive temper tantrums.

Purple is curiously ignorant of the ways of the world of the two suns, but the power of his magic cannot be denied. Shoogar could not be expected to tolerate even a weak magician in his territory. Purple’s seeming indifference to the wizard’s righteous anger is even more provocative, as is his apparent immunity to Shoogar’s magic.

Shoogar is determined to oust his rival. It takes him some time to find a chink in Purple’s armour, but he eventually succeeds. Some of the villagers survive the wizard’s revenge. A handful of radiation-blasted survivors find their way to a new homeland, many days travel away from the ruins of their old town.

Shoogar believes that he has completely vanquished Purple. After all, Purple vanished after Shoogar disintegrated Purple’s flying egg (as well as the mountain on which it was perched) in an explosion of light that was brighter than a thousand suns. The natural order is restored and the wizard’s war is over.

Except…

Shoogar didn’t manage to kill Purple when he sabotaged Purple’s flying egg. He marooned Purple on the world of two stars. Worse, Purple ended up in the very same village that offered Lant and his fellow survivors a grudging refuge. Shoogar’s only hope to see his rival gone forever will demand from the wizard something unthinkable:

Cooperation.

 ~oOo~


Someone of questionable notability once said

[Larry] Niven made a name for himself as a hard SF author, which is to say, someone whose SF provides enough technical detail that the reader can be certain that various mechanisms and events couldn’t work the way the author has them working.

For example, if the authors had been a little vaguer about the orbit of the world Purple is visiting, then I would focus on the implied backstory of humans1 living on a planet orbiting two stars, neither of which is a good bet for creating the conditions necessary to a life-bearing world. Instead, the descriptions are specific enough that I must object: “no such thing as stable figure-eight orbits!”

I may have mentioned now and then that I have no sense of humour. The Flying Sorcerers is my exhibit A for this thesis. This book is filled with Tuckerised references to SFnal figures: not only are the two suns are Virn and Oelles (Verne and Wells) but as Wikipedia will cheerfully inform the reader, other figures immortalized as gods include:


Even though I knew who most of the people were, I missed all of that. [Editor’s note: so did I.] I did notice that the two bicycle-makers-turned aeronauts were named Wilville and Orbur but it didn’t occur to me that any of this was intended as comedy until I got to the revelation (pages 261 and 262) that Purple’s real name was … actually, I’d better not spoil it for you. Given that I think was exactly the audience at which the authors were aiming their comedy (a just-turned-sixteen-year-old male nerd), my failure to notice that this was comedy suggests either failure on their part (unlikely, since this book was popular) or on mine. At least I noticed the humour inherent in the fact that Shoogar insists in interpreting everything in terms of magic, when the novel is very clearly about a spaceman marooned on an alien world.

On this rereading, I found myself focusing on the book’s astoundingly horrible treatment of women. I admit that I am not surprised when I discover that an old Niven novel is egregiously sexist, but I expect more of David Gerrold.

Lant’s culture is one that would require far-reaching reforms if women were ever to reach even second class status. Much of the intended humour of the book (IMHO) comes at the expense of Lant’s (and his fellow men’s) horrified reaction to Purple’s casual acceptance of woman as people. Purple gives them individual names (!!!) and non-traditional jobs. However, there is no evidence in the book that Purple is particularly bothered when women are treated as brain-damaged chattels; he names the women because he cannot otherwise keep them straight and he drafts them into the labour pool because he is short-handed. It’s a sad thing that the march of time and evolution of mores can rob one of the ability to laugh at simple domestic abuse.

The 1971 edition had this Di Fate cover


I opted for the 1977 Boris Vallejo cover for a couple of reasons. One is because it’s the cover on my copy of the book, the cover I associate with this story. Another is because even though Vallejo takes some liberties with the appearance of the characters, his cover conveys the basic science-versus-magic tone of the novel more effectively than the Di Fate. I have even convinced myself the artist’s depiction of Purple resembles the real-world figure on whom Purple is based. Other people must agree with me, because later editions from other publishers reused the cover art.

The book may be obtained here or from the used-book emporium of your choice.

1: The locals may be furry all over, but Purple fathers a child on one so they are Homo sapiens.

2: I am still learning how to insert the Amazon links so there is an implied “when it appears”.


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