7.2 /10 1 Votes
Country United States Publication date 1955 Pages 220 pp Publisher Gnome Press OCLC 1850623 | 3.6/5 Goodreads Language English Media type Print (Hardcover) Originally published 1955 Genre Science Fiction Cover artist Ed Emshwiller | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Similar They'd Rather Be Right, Mission of Gravity, The World That Couldn't Be | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Address: Centauri is a science fiction novel by author F. L. Wallace. It was published in 1955 by Gnome Press in an edition of 4,000 copies. The novel is an expansion of Wallace's story "Accidental Flight" which first appeared in the magazine Galaxy Science Fiction in 1952.
Contents
Plot introduction
The novel concerns people with incurable injuries and defects (biocompensators) who volunteer for the first interstellar flight.
Characters
Summary
Turned down by the medical authorities, they are refused after they steal a ship to plead their case directly to the people of Earth. Returning to their asteroid hospital, they rig a working gravity drive and escape from the solar system. They head towards the Centauri system, solving problems such as overcoming a limited supply of needed pharmaceuticals and improving the drive. Earth sends out a ship, the Star Victory with a better version of the new drive in a bid to beat them there, on the theory that any aliens they encounter might make the mistake of thinking of them as normal humans. The Victory does beat them by a few days, arriving a year after they left, but they settle on a Mars-like planet near Alpha Centauri, before the Victory makes contact with butterfly-like aliens on a methane gas giant in the Proxima Centauri system. The aliens are somewhat similar in technology, but lacking a reliable gravity drive. They want a reasonable sampling of humans to study, but the crew of the Victory are all specialists and they are not welcome. The victory leaves the system to the Accidentals, promising to return, someday.
Reception
Anthony Boucher dismissed the novel as "pretty lifeless fiction, in which both prose and characterization emerge directly from the machine, untouched by human hands."