The Story So Far

600 years ago, mankind on Earth blew itself to smithereens via a nuclear chain reaction, with the saving grace being the human colony on Venus. Venus, as depicted in-story, is not only habitable but absolutely teeming with indigenous life—the problem being that said life is also totally hostile to human habitation. Unable to make “landside,” the settlers built undersea domed dwellings known as the Keeps, each Keep named after an American state, so New York Keep, Delaware Keep, etc. Long ago, before the Keeps unified, these city-states employed Free Companies, that is to say teams of mercenaries, to fight proxy battles for them, and for a good price. By the start of Fury, the Free Companies have long since disbanded, the Keeps now living more or less in harmony, or at least in complacency. There’s been peace among the Keeps for so long, actually, that things have gotten too peaceful, which is where Sam Reed and Robin Hale come in. Sam thinks of himself as just an ambitious hustler in Delaware Keep’s underworld but is, in fact, a member of the “Immortal” Harker family, having been denied knowledge of his lineage by his vengeful father. Hale is also an Immortal, that is to say an extremely long-lived person and a member of the Keeps’ upper crust, but he’s a former Free Companion who remembers the glory days when there were naval battles on the swampy surface of Venus. Hale wants to unite the common people of the Keeps and start a colonization effort for landside, something many thought to be impossible. Meanwhile Sam sees a business opportunity in such a venture.

The problem for Sam is that his goals are mixing business with the need for personal vengeance. He’s resentful towards the Immortals generally, believing himself to be just another common man, but he ends up having a complicated relationship with the Harkers especially. Sam has romantic (or at least sexual) tension with Kedre Walton, an Immortal who’s the mistress of Zachariah Harker, Zachariah being Sam’s grandfather. Sam doesn’t know about this blood relation, although it’s unclear at this point if Zachariah is also unaware. The older man hires Sam for a job: to kill Robin Hale. Hale’s landside idea troubles the Harkers and the other Immortal families, whose idleness depends on the proletariat themselves being complacent. A colonization effort, even if it fails, would inconvenience the families. Figuring himself expendable in all this, Sam decides to team up with Hale rather than kill him, although he also plans to take advantage of Hale’s campaign. At the same time Sam has his eyes on Rosale, a popular dancer who is secretly (to Sam, but not the reader) in cahoots with the Harkers. Sam pulls a grift once Hale’s campaign takes off, on the assumption that the colonization effort will fail, but this doesn’t do him any good since Rosale doops him by blowing some dream-dust in his face, just as Sam thinks he’s won. He wakes up, or rather regains consciousness, after forty years of total blackout. Sam, now eighty years old, finds that he’s barely aged in the intervening time, which means he’s an Immortal himself!

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Censorship in Astounding was a funny matter, because on the one hand, sex was pretty much off the table and manuscripts were scrubbed for salty language, but violence and drugs (at least SFnal drugs) were just fine. Rosale basically roofied Sam with dream-dust, a drug so addictive that people hooked on it walk around for years like zombies before, eventually, dropping dead from malnutrition. Drugs are very bad, kids. Sam is relatively lucky, because not only is he still alive and in relative good health, it doesn’t take him long to acquire a bit of cash. Through illicit means, of course. The bigger problem is that he quite literally can’t afford to get back on his feet as Sam Reed. Sam Reed is not only disgraced for having screwed over Hale’s campaign, but also broke. The government had confiscated not only the money he got from selling his stock, but the caches of hard money he had left hidden in case of an emergency. Forty years is a long time—for “short-timers.” A lot has happened since he got knocked out. Now, one of the first questions the reader should be asking is why the Harkers decided to spare Sam when they could’ve just as easily killed him. We do actually get an answer to this, which is that while Zacharia wanted Sam killed, Kedre managed to argue for his being drugged instead, apparently out of genuine fondness for him. This is a bit strange, because Sam is about as cuddly as a cactus, but I guess it’s a matter of different strokes for different folks. Anyway, compared to his grandpa Sam still comes off as somewhat affable. That’s really the key to Fury working at all: the fact that while Sam is objectively a shithead, the people he’s up against are even worse.

It is awfully convenient how Sam, despite being homeless for decades, is not horribly starved or marred by disease, and also that he’s able to get a foothold again relatively easily. He does have to retrace his steps, but thankfully he still has some connections in Delaware Keep, including the Slider, his old (and now even older) mentor, and the Logician, an oracle who was selectively bred to calculate future events with almost perfect precision. (That’s right, this novel follows the RPG logic of having stats for intelligence and luck.) Sam also gets some help in donning a disguise, since he can’t go around looking like Sam Reed. Ah, but everyone thinks that Sam Reed would be, if not dead then visibly quite old, by now. Another question is how Robin Hale is still alive at this point, since the Harkers wanted him dead, but the logic seems to be that once the colonization campaign got underway the cat was out of the bag. There was no stopping it, at least without the people turning on the Immortals, but the Immortals could work to make sure the landside colony did not prosper. The colony is not totally a failure, but it’s also not really a success either. Despite the setbacks, both from the Harkers and Sam himself, Hale is surprisingly still determined to see his dream through; but then, being an Immortal, he has all the time in the world. We’re told multiple times that Immortals do not think in the same way as short-termers, which is an interesting observation if we’re to take this dynamic as analogous to real-world class division. The rich are, in some way, fundamentally different from the rest of humanity. This was quite deliberate on the authors’ part, which makes the dissonance between Fury‘s class politics and the hawkishness of the rest of it rather jarring.

The second installment is pretty long, I would say close to twenty pages longer than the first installment, so it feels both long and compressed. A lot happens, between Sam recovering from getting roofied, reuniting with Hale under the guise of being Sam’s long-lost son (nobody asks who the mother would’ve been), and his rivalry with Zachariah, but we’re not given much time with any one of these for the most part. It doesn’t help that this novel doesn’t have chapter breaks, and the scene breaks (as seems to be typical of stuff printed in magazines for the time) are also inexplicable at times. The pacing is very strange. The most exciting part of this installment happens at the very end when Sam, going toe to toe with Zachariah, makes a gambit which may or may not blow up in his face. See, Sam knows by this point that he’s an Immortal and a Harker, and Zachariah knows he’s actually Sam Reed, but the people listening are still sort of in the dark. Sam throws a Hail Mary and announces to the world (well, the Keeps) that yes, he’s an Immortal, and that something he had found landside (mind you he’s not been to the colony) somehow made him an Immortal. There’s something immensely precious in that colony, if only the common people of the Keeps would get behind it again! I do have to admit, I’m intrigued to see how this turns out, although I’m sure Sam will win at the end.

A Step Farther Out

It can be easy to complain about how long SFF (especially fantasy, it must be said) novels can run nowadays, so I wanna take a moment to say that back in the old days these novels instead sometimes erred on the side of being too short. With Fury there’s the bluntness of the style itself, which reads as more Kuttner than Moore, but also I feel as if I’m reading the abridged version of a longer novel. I don’t mean this to say the serial version is abridged compared to the book version, because they seem to be about the same length, but that in writing Fury so that it might fit neatly as a three-installment serial, Kuttner and Moore decided to tell a lot more than show. Indeed it has the opposite problem of its prequel, “Clash by Night,” which leans more on Moore’s strengths and limitations. I’m enjoying Fury enough, in that I’m curious how it ends, but I’m not loving it.

See you next time.