Outpost by Mike Resnick
Hardcover - 384 pages (May 2001)
Tor Books; ISBN: 0312854854
Review by Ernest Lilley © 2001 Ernest Lilley / SFRevu
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grizzled reviewer sidled up to the bar and put down a bag of books that
no normal man could have lifted against the one gee field I keep on to
make expatriate Earthers feel at home.
He said, in a voice as dry as the face of Mercury closest to the sun.
"in a dirty glass."
to the SFR Bar." I said as I slid the newcomer a frothy mug of the
brown poison, well, poisonous for half the nonhumans traipsing through
the system these days.
stranger took the brew, and tossed me a coin, which told me he'd been
around as much as anything else about him, 'cause I caught it. Most
people can't get the hang of throwing in artificial gravity, because the
field strength drops off log-a-rythm-cally as you get further away from
it. Our old reptile brainstems can't get used to it though, and I make a
fair profit digging solars out of the tiles
that I know what your drinking, do you mind telling me what you're reading?"
here is the tallest collection of tall tales ever told in a bar in a science
fiction story." He avowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his
spacesuit sleeve and setting down the mug on the bar...which has it's
own field, by the way.
"Taller than Tales from the White Hart (Arthur C. Clarke, 1957)?" I asked.
"Hardly even worth comparing. Clarke crippled himself with all that technical accuracy."
"Well, you can't expect me to believe they're taller that some of the yarns that come out of Callahan's Bar?"
"Son," He took a long draught on his soda. "I don't expect anything...but you might try reading it for yourself."