I am walking down memory lane, rereading the Heinlein juveniles I so enjoyed in youth. I just finished PODKAYNE OF MARS. My reaction is a firm and enthusiastic meh. This is a fine book for a bookish teen with an afternoon to kill, for the main character is spunky and charming, but a grown-up might get irked (as I did) with the author’s trademark trotting out his personal hobbyhorses, and with the clumsy shapelessness of the narrative. Meh, and I say again, meh. My life is too short, and the pile of books I have to read is too long, and the author did not deliver my book-buying dollar’s worth of entertainment. I liked Poddy, though.
The nicely-bound Science Fiction Book Club edition has both the author’s original ending, and the ending he rewrote at his editor’s direction. I will discuss both endings, so beware
SPOILER WARNINGS! SURPISE ENDING REVEALED BELOW!
A wag once said that Robert Heinlein novels were divided into his early novels, his juveniles, and his seniles. Seniles include his post-STRANGER works, such as I WILL FEAR NO EVIL, NUMBER OF THE BEAST, FRIDAY, CAT WHO WALKED THROUGH WALLS and TO SAIL BEYOND THE SUNSET. The complaints lodged (I think, with justice) against these later works is that they are plotless and meandering, that they read like first drafts, that they dwell on kittens and babies, and, like Asimov wrapping all his early works by unconvincing sleight of hand into one background universe, were self-referencing to the point of self-indulgent.
Well, this complaint leaves out that Heinlein, to his last day, was still a damn fine writer, who could pen a crisp, clear scene, voice a likeable character, or describe a widget or mock a social custom, or wax philosophical, and make it all sound convincing. But he was not a good plot-weaver.
more here, mostly bellyaching