Skylark Three - The Original Classic Edition

We know so little about intra-atomic forces, that this story, improbable as it will appear in spots, will read commonplace years hence, when we have atomic engines, and when we have solved the riddle of the atom.

E. E. Doc Smith is one of the giants of SF, and one of its greatest popularizers. He doesnt have the finesse that Asimov of Heinlein. He doesnt have the aura of humor of Niven. Docs strength is his raw energy. This book is like watching Yodas fight with Count Dooku at double-time. He overwhelms at times...

Another one of Docs strength is his mixture of science and gadgets. You are immediate placed in a world of sub-ether communicators, atomic weapons, tractor beams, spacer ships, space armor, and all the other props associated with old school SF. I now know where Roddenberry and Lucas got many of their terms and gadgets.

This tale is layered, and you can actually smell the intrigue and forces control other forces and nothing is what it seems. Wheels within wheels and plots within plots within plots. At times it can be complex.

Sometimes the action runs too fast, and I find myself panting for the characters. At times it is almost a melodrama, or a morality play.

While the dialogue might seem old-fashioned today, the stories themselves are timeless. What a wonderful experience awaits the new reader!

This edition features
• illustrations
• a linked Table of Contents

CONTENTS
SPACEHOUNDS OF IPC
THE VORTEX BLASTER

About the Author
"Edward Elmer Smith, Ph.D., also, E. E. Smith, E. E. "Doc" Smith, Doc Smith, "Skylark" Smith, and (to family) Ted (1890 – 1965) was a food engineer and early science fiction author who wrote the Lensman series and the Skylark series, among others. He is sometimes referred to as the father of space opera."--Wikipadia

Unlike in Evans previous novels, such as MAN OF MANY MINDS and ALIEN MINDS, which have no female characters whatsoever, here we have an interstellar expedition staffed by equal numbers of male and female scientists, all of whom are at the peak of physical perfection. As in almost all of Smiths novels, the earthlings step into a war between their new friends, the androids, and an emotionless race of hideously inhuman creatures, the Stretts, who ultimately plan to conquer all civilized planets.

An unusual touch is that the only way the hero can figure to win the war is to have all the expedition scientists be reborn as androids. Smith has considerable fun with the various consequences of this transformation. As in most Smith space operas, the war is basically over once the earthmen develop various preposterous supernatural powers to the fullest... but there are still a number of space battles, where the adjectives required to describe colossal explosions and related consequences of deploying high-tech weapons soar far into the purple.

I enjoyed it, but I enjoy everything written by Doc Smith. If you dont like Doc, you wont enjoy this at all, because it is 100% pure-quill Doc. Produced in the late 1950s, it really comes intellectually and culturally from the 1930s.

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Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:

The other product, a slow, very small stream of tiny, glistening black pellets, fell into a one-gallon container being held watchfully by a small machine, more or less like a three-wheeled motor scooter, which was moving carefully along beside the giant miner.

...Youve got a point there, Jarve, at that, and Im one of the few who know what kind of a job youre doing, so Ill relax.

...You will now agree on this recording and before these witnesses, to obey my orders unquestioningly or I will now unload all Bureau of Science personnel and equipment onto this planet and send you and the Perseus back to Terra with the doubly-sealed record of this episode posted to the Advisory Board.

...I AM sorry, Master Hilton, Laros tremendous bass voice boomed out, that it has taken us so long to learn your Masters language as it now is.

Its not all good times and spread-the-genes, though. Dozens of star systems harbor human life, and psionic Primes, all at nearly identical levels of development social (except that some have decidedly inferior tobacco). Unfortunately, theyre not all as easy-going and altruistic as Earths Primes. As a result, Earths Primes need to rough them up in their easy-going and altruistic way, to unify them under the newly-designed Galaxian banner. The Galaxian inner council consists of one Prime pair from each of those dozens of planets, in Noah-like male/female couples. How do we know theyre the finest of each star system? Well, for one thing, the ladies of those planets are super-babes, too. Not only are they as mighty of mind as their men, they are also mighty in their womanliness and eager to prove it by racing the others to a demonstration of fecundity.

Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition.

This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.

Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:

The immense vessel rose from her berth; slowly at first, but with ever-increasing velocity; and in the main lounge, where many of the passengers had gathered to watch the dwindling Earth, no one moved for the first five minutes.

...In the middle of the night Carlyle Deston came instantaneously awake-feeling with his every muscle and with his every square inch of skin; listening with all the force he could put into his auditory nerves; while deep down in his mind a huge, terribly silent voice continued to yell: DANGER!

...Before he could get the gun into working position she was out of her pajamas-the fact that she had been wondering visibly what it was all about had done nothing whatever to cut down her speed.

...You can play God when youre on sked, with a ship-full of trained dogs to bite for you, but out here where nobody has ever come back from I make my own law-with this!

Even the elements which tend to date these novels add a sort of nostalgic charm that I find irresistable.

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On the other side of that was a small cut to a sloping hillside, giving on another valley, not as wide as that in which the camp stood, but one well provided with cover in the way of trees and high-growing bushes.

...The path he followed ended abruptly in a cliff drop, and Shann made a face at the odor rising from below, even though that scent meant he could climb down to the valley floor here without fearing any clak-clak attention.

...And he could not have put a name to the new emotion that added so suddenly to his burning desire to make good, not only to hold the small niche in Survey which he had already so painfully achieved, but to climb, until he could stand so in such a group talking easily to that tall man, his uncovered head bronze-yellow in the sunlight, his cool gray eyes pale in his brown face.

...Perhaps it was only his impaired sight, but it appeared to him that the Throg followed an erratic path, either as if the pilot feared to be caught by a second shot, or because that ship had also suffered some injury.