Fuzzy Nation

Fuzzy Nation

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From New York Times bestseller and Hugo Award-winner John Scalzi, a trade paperback repackage of his extraordinary retelling of the SF classic Little Fuzzy—now with a new cover!

ZaraCorp holds the right to extract unlimited resources from the verdant planet Zarathustra—as long as the planet is certifiably free of native sentients. So when an outback prospector discovers a species of small, appealing bipeds who might well turn out to be intelligent, language-using beings, it's a race to stop the corporation from "eliminating the problem," which is to say, eliminating the Fuzzies—wide-eyed, ridiculously cute small furry creatures—who are as much people as we are.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250174642
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 05/28/2019
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 235,306
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

JOHN SCALZI is one of the most popular and acclaimed SF authors to emerge in the last decade. His massively successful debut Old Man's War won him science fiction's John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer. His New York Times bestsellers include The Last Colony, Fuzzy Nation, and Redshirts;which won 2013's Hugo Award for Best Novel. Material from his widely read blog, Whatever, has also earned him two other Hugo Awards. Scalzi also serves as critic-at-large for LA Times.

He lives in Ohio with his wife and daughter.

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Fuzzy Nation


By John Scalzi, Patrick Nielsen Hayden

Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

Copyright © 2011 John Scalzi
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-2444-3


CHAPTER 1

Jack Holloway set the skimmer to HOVER, swiveled his seat around, and looked at Carl. He shook his head sadly.

"I can't believe we have to go through this again," Holloway said. "It's not that I don't value you as part of this team, Carl. I do. Really, I do. But I can't help but think that in some way, I'm just not getting through to you. We've gone over this how many times now? A dozen? Two? And yet every time we come out here, it's like you forget everything you've been taught. It's really very discouraging. Tell me you get what I'm saying to you."

Carl stared up at Holloway and barked. He was a dog.

"Fine," Holloway said. "Then maybe this time it will stick." He reached down into a storage bin and hoisted a mound of putty in one hand. "This is acoustical blasting putty. What do we do with it?"

Carl cocked his head.

"Come on, Carl," Holloway said. "This is the first thing I taught you. We put it on the side of the cliff at strategic points," Holloway said. "Just like I already did earlier today. You remember. You were there." He pointed in the direction of Carl's Cliff, a massive outcropping of rock, two hundred meters high, with geological striations peeking out of the vegetation covering most of the rock face. Carl followed Holloway's finger with his eyes, more interested in the finger than in the cliff his master had named for him.

Holloway set down the putty and picked up another, smaller object. "And this is the remote-controlled blasting cap," he said. "Which we attach to the acoustical blasting putty, so we don't have to be near the acoustical blasting putty when we set it off. Because that's boom. How do we feel about boom, Carl?"

Carl got a concerned look on his doggy face. Boom was a word he knew. Carl was not fond of boom.

"Right," Holloway said. He set down the blasting cap, making sure it was nowhere near the blasting putty, and that the cap receiver was inactive. He picked up a third object.

"And this is the remote detonator," Holloway said. "You remember this, right, Carl?"

Carl barked.

"What's that, Carl?" Holloway said. "You want to set off the acoustical blasting putty?"

Carl barked again.

"I don't know," Holloway said, doubtfully. "Technically it is a violation of Zarathustra Corporation safe labor practices to allow a nonsentient species member to set off high explosives."

Carl came up to Holloway and licked his face with a whine that said please please oh please.

"Oh, all right," Holloway said, fending off the dog. "But this is the last time. At least until you grasp all the fundamentals of the job. No more slacking off and leaving all the hard work to me. I'm paid to supervise. Are we clear?"

Carl barked once more and then backed off, tail wagging. He knew what was coming next.

Holloway glanced down at the detonator's image panel and checked, for the third time since he placed the charges earlier in the day, that the detonator was keyed specifically to the blasting caps placed into the charges. He pressed the panel to answer YES to each of the automated safety questions and waited while the detonator confirmed by geolocation that it was, in fact, safely outside the blast radius of any charges. This could be overridden, but it took some hacking, and anyway, Holloway preferred not to blow himself up whenever possible. And Carl was not so fond of boom.

CHARGES SET AND READY, read the detonator panel. PRESS PANEL TO DETONATE.

"Okay," Holloway said, and set the detonator on the skimmer floor between him and Carl. Carl looked up expectantly.

"Wait for it," Holloway said, and swiveled around in his chair to face the cliff. He could hear Carl's tail thumping excitedly against a crate.

"Wait for it," Holloway said again, and tried to spy the places on the cliff he had drilled into earlier in the day, using the skimmer as a platform while he inserted and secured the charges into the drill holes.

Carl gave a little whine.

"Fire!" Holloway said, and heard the dog scramble forward.

The cliff puffed out in four spots, spewing rock and dirt and hurling vegetation for meters. The cliff face darkened as the birds (which is to say, the local flying animal equivalent to birds) that had been nesting in the cliff face's vegetation took to the air, alarmed by the noise and sudden eruptions. A few seconds later, four closely spaced cracks snapped the air in the skimmer's open cockpit, the sound of the explosions finally reaching Holloway and Carl—loud, but without the Carl-worrying boom.

Holloway glanced over to his right, where his information panel lay, sonic imaging program up and running. The sonic probes he'd placed on and around the cliff were spewing their raw feed into the program, which was collating and combining the data, turning it into a three-dimensional representation of the internal structure of the cliff.

"All right," he said, and swiveled around to look at Carl, who still had his paw on the detonator, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

"Good boy!" Holloway said, and dug into the storage bin to pull out a zararaptor bone, still heavy with meat. He unwrapped it from its storage film and tossed it at Carl, who fell on it happily. That was the deal: Press the detonator, get a bone. It had taken Holloway more than a few tries to get Carl to press the detonator accurately, but it had been worth the effort. Carl had to come on the surveying trips anyway. Might as well have him be useful, or at least entertaining.

Now, it really was a violation of Zarathustra Corporation safe labor practices to let a dog blow things up. But Holloway and Carl worked alone, hundreds of kilometers from ZaraCorp's local headquarters on-planet and 178 light-years from its corporate headquarters on Earth. He wasn't technically a ZaraCorp employee anyway; he was a contractor, just like every other prospector/surveyor here on Zara XXIII. It was cheaper that way.

Holloway reached down and rubbed Carl's head affectionately. Carl, engrossed in the raptor bone, paid him not the slightest bit of mind.

An urgent beep came from Holloway's infopanel. He picked it up to see that the data feeds were suddenly spiking through their bandwidth.

A low rumble thrummed its way into the skimmer cockpit, getting louder the longer it lasted. Carl looked up from his bone and whined. This noise was perilously close to boom.

Holloway glanced up and saw a column of dust rising violently from the cliff wall, obscuring everything behind it.

"Oh, crap," he said to himself. He had a very bad, sinking feeling about this.

After a few minutes, the dust began to clear a bit, and his very bad, sinking feeling got worse. Through the indistinct haze, Holloway could see that a portion of the cliff wall had collapsed, the borders of the collapse roughly contiguous with where he had placed his explosive charges. Stark geological striations glared out from where vegetation had been before. Birds swooped into the area, looking for their nests, the remains of which were a couple hundred meters below them, the wreckage muddying and rerouting the river at the foot of the cliff.

"Oh, crap," Holloway said again, and reached for his binoculars.

ZaraCorp would be awfully pissed he'd just caused a cliff collapse. ZaraCorp had been working hard over the last few years to reverse the long-standing public image the company had as a rampant despoiler of nature—earned, to be sure, by actually despoiling nature on a number of planets it had operations on. The public was no longer buying the argument that uninhabited planets had higher ecological tolerances than inhabited ones, or that these ecosystems would quickly restore natural equilibriums once ZaraCorp had moved on. As far as they were concerned, strip-mining was strip-mining, regardless of whether you were doing it in the mountains of Pennsylvania or the hills of Zara XXIII.

Confronted with overwhelming public opposition to his company's ecological practices (or lack thereof), Wheaton Aubrey VI, Chairman and CEO of Zarathustra Corporation, said "fine" and ordered ZaraCorp and all its subsidiaries to exercise practices consistent with ecological guidelines suggested by the Colonial Environmental Protection Agency. It was all the same to Aubrey. He was no friend to the various ecologies of the planets his company was on, but ZaraCorp's Exploration & Exploitation charter with the Colonial Administration specified that the company would receive tax credits when conforming to CEPA guidelines, so long as the incurred business costs were above a meager cost-of-development baseline formulated decades before anyone cared about the ecological despoilage of worlds they would never actually set foot on.

ZaraCorp's ostentatious new regime of ecological best practices, in other words, helped drive the company's tax indebtedness to something close to zero, a neat trick for an organization whose size and income were a nontrivial fraction of that of the Colonial Administration itself.

But it also meant that events that tarnished ZaraCorp's new eco-friendly PR campaign were looked at rather harshly. For example, collapsing an entire cliff wall. The whole point of using acoustic charges was to minimize the invasiveness of geologic exploration. Holloway didn't intend to make half the cliff fall away, but given ZaraCorp's reputation, the company would have a hard time getting anyone to believe that. Holloway had played fast and loose with regulations before and had mostly gotten away with it, but this was just the sort of thing that would, in fact, get Holloway booted off the planet.

Unless.

"Come on, come on," Holloway said, still peering through his binoculars. He was waiting for the haze to settle enough to make out details.

The communication circuit on Holloway's infopanel fired up, showing the ID of Chad Bourne, Holloway's ZaraCorp contractor rep. Holloway swore and slapped the AUDIO ONLY option.

"Hi, Chad," he said, and put the binoculars back to his eyes.

"Jack, the geeks in the data room tell me there's something really screwy with your feeds," Bourne said. "They say everything was coming in clear and then it was like someone turned the feeds up to eleven." Chad Bourne's voice came in crystal clear and enveloping, thanks to the skimmer's one true indulgence: a spectacular sound system. Holloway had it installed when he realized he'd be spending almost all his working life in the skimmer. It was a wonder in many ways, but it didn't make Bourne sound any less adenoidal.

"Huh," Holloway said.

"They say it's the sort of thing you see when there's an earthquake. Or a maybe a rock slide," Bourne said.

"Now that you mention it, I think I felt an earthquake," Holloway said.

"Really," Bourne said.

"Yes," Holloway said. "Just before it happened, Carl was acting all strange. They say animals are always the first to know about these things."

"So the fact that the data geeks just told me there was absolutely no seismic event of any magnitude in your part of the continent doesn't bother you any," Bourne said.

"Who are you going to believe," Holloway said. "I'm here. They're there."

"They're here with roughly twenty-five million credits' worth of equipment," Bourne said. "You've got an infopanel and a history of bad surveying practices."

"Alleged bad surveying practices," Holloway said.

"Jack, you let your dog blow shit up," Bourne said.

"I do not," Holloway said. The dust at the cliff wall had finally begun to clear. "That's just a rumor."

"We have an eyewitness," Bourne said.

"She's unreliable," Holloway said.

"She's a trusted employee," Bourne said. "Unlike some people I could name."

"She had a personal agenda," Holloway said. "Trust me."

"Well, that's just the thing, isn't it, Jack?" Bourne said. "You have to earn that trust. And right now, you've got not so much of it with me. But I'll tell you what. I have a surveying satellite that's coming up over the horizon in about six minutes. When it gets there, I'm going to have it look at that cliff wall you probably just blew up. If it looks like it's supposed to, then the next time you get into Aubreytown, I'll buy you a steak at Ruby's and apologize. But if it looks like I know it's going to look like, I'm going to revoke your contract and send some security agents to bring you in. And not the ones you go drinking with, Jack. The ones who don't like you. I know, I'll send Joe DeLise. He'll be delighted to see you."

"Good luck getting him off his barstool," Holloway said.

"For you, I think he'd do it," Bourne said. "What do you think about that?"

Holloway didn't respond. He'd stopped listening several seconds earlier, because in his binoculars was a thin stratum of rock, sandwiched between two much larger striations. The stratum he was focused on was dark as coal.

And sparkled.

"Yes," Holloway said.

"Yes, what?" Bourne said. "Jack, are you even listening to what I'm telling you?"

"Sorry, Chad, you're breaking up," Holloway said. "Interference. Sunspots."

"Jesus, Jack, you're not even trying anymore," Bourne said. "Enjoy your next five minutes. I've already called up your contract on my infopanel. As soon as I get that satellite image, I'm pressing the delete button." Bourne broke contact.

Holloway looked over at Carl and picked up the detonator panel. "Crate," he said to the dog. Carl barked, picked up his bone, and headed for his crate, which would immobilize him in case of a skimmer crash. Holloway dropped the detonator into the storage bin, secured his infopanel, and strapped himself into his chair.

"Come on, Carl," he said, and goosed the skimmer forward. "We've got five minutes to keep ourselves from getting kicked off the planet."

CHAPTER 2

Five minutes thirty seconds later Holloway slapped open the communication circuit on his infopanel, sound only. "I suppose you're going to tell me my contract is deleted," he said to Bourne.

"It is so very deleted," Bourne said. "And I'm keying in the security retrieval order right now. Just stay where you are and someone will be along to pick you up in about an hour. They'll take you directly to the beanstalk. Pack light."

"No chance I can convince you otherwise," Holloway said.

"No way," Bourne said. "I've got six dozen contractors I supervise, Jack. Six dozen. Not one of them is as much of a pain in my ass as you are. I'm about to make my life that much easier."

"You're sure your satellite image is showing you what you need to see?" Holloway asked.

"The satellite takes images at a centimeter resolution, Jack," Bourne said. "Live images. I am at this very moment staring at the cliff wall you just blew up, and seeing you and your dog sitting on a ledge that up until a few moments ago was inside the cliff. Say hello to Carl for me."

Holloway turned to Carl. "Chad says hello." Carl blinked and lay down to rest.

"Carl's a nice dog," Bourne said. "Too bad he's yours."

"That's been noted before," Holloway said. "Chad, if the satellite can resolve to a centimeter, you should look at my hand."

"You're giving me the middle finger," Bourne said, after a second. "Nice. Have you always been twelve years old, or is this new?"

"Glad you noticed, but not that hand," Holloway said. "The other hand."

There was a moment's pause. Then, "Bullshit," said Bourne.

"No," Holloway said. "Sunstone."

"Bullshit!" Bourne said again.

"Big one, too," Holloway said. "This one's the size of the proverbial baby's fist. And there are three more just this big here on this ledge with me. I pulled them out of the seam like they were apples off a tree. This was the original jellyfish burial ground, my friend."

"Infopanel," Bourne said. "High-resolution imager. Now."

Holloway smiled and reached for his infopanel.

Zara XXIII was in most respects an unremarkable Class III planet: roughly Earth sized, roughly Earth mass, winging around its star in the "Goldilocks zone" that made liquid water possible and life therefore an inevitability. It lacked native sentient life, but most Class III planets did, otherwise they'd be Class IIIa and ZaraCorp's E & E charter would be void, the planet and its resources held in trust for the thinking creatures who lived on it. Because Zara XXIII lacked creatures with forebrains (or the forebrain equivalent), however, ZaraCorp was free to explore and exploit it, mining the metals and plunging depths for the petroleum that humans had long ago exhausted on their own world.


(Continues...)

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JGolomb More than 1 year ago
John Scalzi has set a very high bar for himself. While I've never read the H. Beam Piper book upon which "Fuzzy Nation" is based, I've read a lot of John Scalzi, and his other tremendous work which form the basis of my opinion on his latest short novel. Make no mistake; ANYTHING from Scalzi is better than 90% of what's being produced today. The story of the discovery of a new alien species is deliberately light-weight, fun and funny. The fuzzys, small cat-like beings who have a mysterious intelligence about them, are wonderfully written. Scalzi's at his absolute best in piecing together interactions between fuzzys and humans and fuzzys amongst themselves. It's a given that Scalzi's stories will be well-written, have solid characters, good science, and great dialogue. His "Old Man's War" series combine all of that with a deep multi-layered plot which, in total, delivers the best science fiction being written today. "Fuzzy Nation", however, falls short of the standard he's set for himself. The characters, with a few exceptions, aren't as vibrant, the plot is more predictable, and the multi-layered threads of the story are thinner. Scalzi always writes very smooth and witty dialogue. The protagonist, Jack Halloway, is purposefully only sort of likable. Every interaction he has is laced with snide, biting dialogue - funny in spurts, but frustratingly unrelenting throughout. It becomes clear, early on in "Fuzzy Nation", who wears white hats and who wears black. The baddies are too clichéd. I'm usually pretty dense when it comes to predicting plot routes and destinations, but they're fairly obvious here. Despite those shortcomings, I highly recommend this book and am considering having my 6th grader read it as well. It¿s a short simple story, with clear themes of good v. bad, smart environmentalism, with a story arc that concludes satisfactorily (if not unexpectedly). If you consider Scalzi's "Old Man's War" as movie-grade entertainment with large scale, cross-universe, sweeping scifi themes, then consider "Fuzzy Nation" as a high quality TV Movie or Mini Series.
Hayne More than 1 year ago
This book is a revisiting of the H. Beam Piper novel Little Fuzzy. It is inferior to that book. In the original book the Zarathrustra Corp was much more real. It had people trying to convince themselves that the fuzzies were not people, not just greedily killing them off. Corporations frequently do evil by blinding themselves first(think the recent mortgage bubble), they almost never go beyond that. Secondly, the protaganist was much more likable in the Piper story, and more believable as well. Mr. Scalzi is writing for a more cynical time, but it does not improve the story.
Solter More than 1 year ago
First I must say that I have never read the original, so this is a book which for me is standing on its own. This book was everything I look for in a fun novel - witty, sarcastic, an easy read, and a story which presents a neat idea. John Scalzi's characters tend to be extremely sarcastic - a trait which I appreciate. Furthermore, his sci-fi novels are easy reads set it novel universes. I would highly recommend this to you if you enjoy any of Scalzi's other works (AKA: enjoy neat universes and sarcastic characters ).
bigrigr More than 1 year ago
I didn't thing I would like this book,since i grew up with the H Beam Piper version,Although the story started out slow,I got to the point where I couldn't put it down. I recommend reading the three H.Beam Piper books before reading this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
before I read Fuzzy Nation I read "Little Fuzzy". They both are engaging but approach the same topic and basic premise differently. As with all of Scalzi's books I have read so far, he brings his own imagination and spin to this classic story about a newly discovered species and the conflict around determining whether they are sapient. You won't regret buying this book.
agrodge More than 1 year ago
Fuzzy Nation is a fast, easy read (a serious reader can sit down and finish it in one afternoon). Not a whole lot of action, but not boring either. All in all, a pretty good book!
JenMcCown More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Fuzzy Nation. Good story, good setting, and well told....with just a touch of legal suspense novel thrown in.
avatarTM More than 1 year ago
this is the one that started me on sci-fi all those years ago. I actually cried in a couple of places so that my mom took away the book. (which brought on bigger tears) she read the book at my insistance and soon my dad and both older brothers did also.
GWFrog More than 1 year ago
This one's a keeper... Yeah, it's a "reboot" of oldie by H. Beam Piper, but so what??? It's a good tale well told with an anti-hero facing ethical conflicts (again), some good folks, some corporate villains, an interesting new-found sentient species, and a damned good dog... It's hard to go wrong with a damned good dog to go along with all the rest... As per usual, Scalzi hits the mark...
craig139 More than 1 year ago
This book was written by H. Beam Piper!  What nonsense is this?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A must read for any age.
RGombert More than 1 year ago
This is a reboot of the 1960's novel "Little Fuzzy" by H. Beam Piper. The original story is one of my favorites. Mr. Scalzi's reboot is very good. He updated the story and added some depth that many newer readers would find lacking. I recommend this to anyone looking for a quick enjoyable read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A fine homage to H. Beam Piper!
NelsonH More than 1 year ago
What is it that so many movies, TV shows and now books are re-treads of earlier works? Do the writers lack the imagination and creativity to do something new? Are the publishers simply so cowardly that they will only select books that are already proven money-makers? Whatever the reason, this is a terrible way to sell science fiction. I've always loved H. Beam Piper's Little Fuzzy stories and I read this book with the hopes that someone was attempting to take up where Piper left off. I was wrong! This book is nothing but a rip-off, - an inferior rip-off at that. Save your money and get a copy of the original Little Fuzzy instead.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hope walks in with a straight jacket on "Hai!im hope" she said..she seems unussually happy...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She moaned slightly her scent from between her legs super strong now. She closed her eyes and kissed her shoulders bitting them gently.
StylinSixty More than 1 year ago
I just love John Scalzi! Whenever I want to curl up and enjoy an afternoon, he is the perfect read. He gives enough information/explanation that I can believe it's all very possible. His characters are fully fleshed-not perfect or totally evil, but, sympathetic. I found myself smiling when reading the climax of this particular story. Yup, it's warm and "fuzzy" and made me happy and satisfied. Enjoy it like a root beer float!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
On?
revslick on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Scalzi writes a catchy, fun, snarky, modern update of the novellette Little Fuzzy. If you're not familiar with Little Fuzzy, the imagine Han Solo as an ex lawyer and galactic miner finding cute sentient fuzzies. As an added bonus, he includes the original Little Fuzzy after Fuzzy Nation!
alphasunrise on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This reads quick and easy like many single-character POV novels do, and in some places Jack's actions are well concealed in the narrative¿as in when he starts manipulating the video footage, where the reader is not sure if he's doing the Evil Corporate Bidding or not. In the final court scene, though, Jack delivers a surprise for the prosecution¿and also the readers. This was not a good kind of surprise for me--too tricksy. And there's also the Evil Corporate Interests. I'd love some sci-fi where Corporate ¿ Evil. But I liked this anyway, probably because it had a familiar storyline where the underdog wins, and who doesn't love one of those?
bookczuk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have discovered these truisms about life and myself:1) I want to meet a Fuzzy.2) John Scalzi has written far to few books for my satisfaction and needs to write more.3) Wil Wheaton reads the audio version of this book. I did not have the audio version. A splendid solution is for Mr Wheaton to come to my home and read the book to us here (after all, he's here on a regular basis via his blog and other assorted internet and television appearances.) (And I'd like to meet John Scalzi, too. I'll even bring bacon.)4.) I laughed out loud a lot while reading this book, which is something, apparently, I think I do a lot, but, given the odd looks javaczuk sent my way, I probably do more in my head than actually out loud. If Carl Hiaasen and John Scalzi ever team up, I'm screwed.5.) H. Beam Piper's Little Fuzzy is on my wish list now. Thank you Tor Books for plucking this from my wishlist and sending it my way.
RobinMichel on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A wonderful update of a great story
Guide2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
More a court of law book than real sci-fi and the big surprise is a bit too obvious, but once again a very enjoyable Scalzi book.
JGolomb on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
John Scalzi has set a very high bar for himself. While I've never read the H. Beam Piper book upon which "Fuzzy Nation" is based, I've read a lot of John Scalzi, and his other tremendous work which form the basis of my opinion on his latest short novel.Make no mistake; ANYTHING from Scalzi is better than 90% of what's being produced today. The story of the discovery of a new alien species is deliberately light-weight, fun and funny. The fuzzys, small cat-like beings who have a mysterious intelligence about them, are wonderfully written. Scalzi's at his absolute best in piecing together interactions between fuzzys and humans and fuzzys amongst themselves. It's a given that Scalzi's stories will be well-written, have solid characters, good science, and great dialogue. His "Old Man's War" series combine all of that with a deep multi-layered plot which, in total, delivers the best science fiction being written today. "Fuzzy Nation", however, falls short of the standard he's set for himself. The characters, with a few exceptions, aren't as vibrant, the plot is more predictable, and the multi-layered threads of the story are thinner. Scalzi always writes very smooth and witty dialogue. The protagonist, Jack Halloway, is purposefully only sort of likable. Every interaction he has is laced with snide, biting dialogue - funny in spurts, but frustratingly unrelenting throughout. It becomes clear, early on in "Fuzzy Nation", who wears white hats and who wears black. The baddies are too clichéd. I'm usually pretty dense when it comes to predicting plot routes and destinations, but they're fairly obvious here. Despite those shortcomings, I highly recommend this book and am considering having my 6th grader read it as well. It¿s a short simple story, with clear themes of good v. bad, smart environmentalism, with a story arc that concludes satisfactorily (if not unexpectedly). If you consider Scalzi's "Old Man's War" as movie-grade entertainment with large scale, cross-universe, sweeping scifi themes, then consider "Fuzzy Nation" as a high quality TV Movie or Mini Series.
krau0098 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I listened to this book on audiobook. The audiobook was very well done. This is a great story that is fast-paced, fun, and deals with serious environmental and societal issues.Jack Holloway is an independent contractor on a ZaraCorp planet. When Jack finds a huge vein of very valuable Sunstone material (after causing a major cliff collapse) he thinks his future is set. This all gets more complicated when the Fuzzys enter his life. Jacks ex-girlfriend is the ZaraCorp biologist and she thinks these Fuzzys might be sentient. If that ends up being the case then all bets are off for ZaraCorp's mineral claims and Jack's fortune.This book is very well written and very well read. It's fast paced, funny, and talks about a lot of serious issues while providing a very engaging story. Jack Holloway is a great character. At some points he is selfish and is just looking out for himself; but as the story progresses you find out that deep down he wants to do what is morally right...kind of. Jack legal speaks a lot and worms his way out of a lot of tight situations by referencing various cases and laws; he is an ex-lawyer with a chip on his shoulder so this comes naturally to him. In general I found it amusing and fun. Jack is really part of what makes this story great, as a reader you aren't sure where his loyalties lie; Jack is flat out unpredictable.The other characters that really makes this book are, of course, the Fuzzys. There are described as adorable, very intelligent animals in the beginning. As the story continues you see they are so much more than that.There really aren't any badly done characters in this book. Everyone from Jack's ex-girlfriend biologist, to ZaraCorp's lawyer and security staff are well-fleshed out and interesting to read about. There is a large court room drama type scene towards the end of the book, I know a bit crazy, but it was very well done and held some of the biggest surprises in the book.Now you are thinking...yeah but is this just another story about a big bad corporation trying to take over the world? In many ways it is. ZaraCorp is trying to keep up a face of corporate responsibility while stripping planets of their minerals. They go to great lengths to make sure there get their money's worth out of a place. So yeah, issues about environmental responsibility are addressed, as are issues about a corporation basically owning a planet. For the most part ZeraCorp reacts how you would expect it to when a large portion of its income is threatened. That being said there are a lot of twists and turns to the story that are surprising and unexpected. There are a lot of different story elements being brought together here that make this a lot more than a story about an evil corporation taking over an alien world.The story ends well and is complete. I would love to hear about more adventures between Jack and the Fuzzys in the future. The audiobook version actually has a version of the story that this book is based off of, Little Fuzzy by Henry Beam Piper, recorded after Fuzzy Nation. I have not listened to this original novel yet.Overall I really, really enjoyed this novel. It was a fun, fast-paced novel, full of unexpected twists. The audiobook version was incredibly well done, so I recommend listening to it on audiobook if you like audiobooks. The book manages to address some serious issues but in a way that is interesting, incredibly engaging, and fun. Jack Holloway is a wonderful character he is so unpredictable, funny, and smart...it was a lot of fun watching him navigate his way through the story. The Fuzzys were adorable and much more than they initially appear to be. I highly recommend this book for all young adults and older. I especially recommend it if you are a fan of fast-paced sci-fi or interested in the "corporations in the future" type of story.