Unlike them, there’s little in the way of contact with other aliens, excepting in combat. It’s almost like Ender’s Game, with alien species battling over colonisable worlds. The war among the stars isn’t an exploration à la Star Trek, nor is it one giant ship humming between the worlds as in Wolfe. This is where the book starts to get really interesting.
Of course, this book came first, so blame Cameron for being a copycat).
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What I didn’t count on was that (spoiler alert, stop here if you’re going to read this, which I highly suggest) they would be transplanted into fitter, younger clones of their bodies, but with the added benefit of having cat eyes and chlorophyl-laced green skin (just a slight touch off of having tails, four fingers, and a predilection for speaking Na’vi. I had considered that the enlistment would be a ruse, and that bodies in chairs would spent time behind Gundams blasting through foreign pit mines on Delta Centauri III. It starts with a pensioner visiting his dead wife’s grave, before going to the local enlistment office. Old Man’s War nominally covers a war in the stars, fought by septuagenarians who had enough of their time on earth. Within a hundred miles, and five hours later, it was done. I peaked it open after finishing Winter’s Heart (review forthcoming) for the eighth time while up in Schefferville, and read a couple of pages while waiting in line for the train.
I downloaded it months ago from Tor as part of their newsletter (which you ought to subscribe to), and only started reading it when I picked up a copy for a buck at a charity shop while looking for the wonderful, utterly inimitable Alan Dean Foster’s work.
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