Ark Royal

When first contact becomes a shooting match, the divided forces of humanity's many national space navies are hastily united to face the alien aggressor. After the first full-scale engagement turns out a slaughter, Earth's only hope may be a handful of ageing and outdated vessels, led by the Royal Navy's oldest carrier, the Ark Royal.

Ark Royal is the first book in a series by Christopher G Nuttall, of which three are now published. It's a nuts and bolts interstellar war story, with a conveniently predictable means of FTL travel and insanely fast intra-system transit to get around the problem of depicting a defensive fight in space. There are some nice conceits, especially those used to centre the action around the oldest ship in the fleet, and in fact those conceits are the best part of the book.

Unfortunately, the technological conceits (which, by the by, are plain bad physics, so let's just accept that and move on) are surrounded by a story full of stock characters and poorly edited drama. No character transcends his or her TFC summary (he's a stubborn, recovering alcoholic navy captain struggling to retain his command; she's a plucky junior officer caught between duty and loyalty: they fight crime aliens.) The female characters are particularly egregious, consisting primarily of said plucky junior officer, a sexy young pilot, a marginally shrewish wife and a reporter whose sole defining characteristics are blondness, stupidity and an 'inhuman' thinness'.

It is, however, only when it comes to relationships the book really takes a nosedive. The sole sexual relationship of the book is between the CAG (Chief of Air Group, for those not either aux fait with military parlance or just following Battlestar Galactica, as Nuttall would appear to be doing) and a much younger squadron leader (said sexy hotshot pilot). It is not noticeably worse than any one of a hundred other literary sexual relationships, except that every encounter is prefaced or followed by the CAG musing that he shouldn't be cheating on his wife, and anyway the squadron leader is young enough to be his daughter/he is old enough to be her father.

Which brings me to the editing, and the fact that there isn't any. There aren't many spelling errors, but repetition is the book's greatest flaw; occasionally just within sentences, but also both repetition of information several times in a given passage, or repetition of the same phrasing every time a similar situation comes up. The squick-making reuse of 'old enough to be her father... almost' before every poorly-written sex scene* is one example, but also the aliens noses were so bloodied by the end of it it's a wonder they weren't all anaemic, and I think if one more ship had opted to 'rig for silent running' and 'lie doggo', I would have screamed.

The next book in the series will not be making an appearance on my Kindle; not unless I get desperate.

* If I genuinely held poorly written sex against an author, I'd never read anything past the 12-14 age bracket.