Space Captain Smith | Paperback

Isambard Smith has been drafted for a mission - to collect a passenger, Rhianna, for one planet and take her to another. He's given a small, pretty pathetic ship, the John Pym, a pilot in Carveth, an android and former sex-bot that is on the run, and he brings along his alien friend, Suruk the Slayer, an M'Lak with an unhealthy obsession with collecting skulls.

With this mission, and representing the British Empire, he goes off with tea in his cup and not much of a clue. Picking up Rhianna he ends up running into the Ghast, who want nothing more than to destroy humanity, and John Gilead from the religiously fanatical Republic of Eden.

Can Captain Smith complete his mission, can he put the Ghast in their place for interfering in his mission, and can he have biscuits with his tea?

Space Captain Smith is Toby Frost's debut and a thoroughly enjoyable and very British space adventure, somewhat describable as a high seas British Empire novel in space. Despite how this… more »

Isambard Smith has been drafted for a mission - to collect a passenger, Rhianna, for one planet and take her to another. He's given a small, pretty pathetic ship, the John Pym, a pilot in Carveth, an android and former sex-bot that is on the run, and he brings along his alien friend, Suruk the Slayer, an M'Lak with an unhealthy obsession with collecting skulls.

With this mission, and representing the British Empire, he goes off with tea in his cup and not much of a clue. Picking up Rhianna he ends up running into the Ghast, who want nothing more than to destroy humanity, and John Gilead from the religiously fanatical Republic of Eden.

Can Captain Smith complete his mission, can he put the Ghast in their place for interfering in his mission, and can he have biscuits with his tea?

Space Captain Smith is Toby Frost's debut and a thoroughly enjoyable and very British space adventure, somewhat describable as a high seas British Empire novel in space. Despite how this sounds, it just works so well. The humour, which is decidedly British, is prevalent throughout and not a page goes by without a smile coming to my face in some way. It comes from not only the dialogue, which is witty and fun, but also from the scenarios that the crew are put in.

Talking about the crew (and characters in general): they are so well suited to exactly this sort of situation. Isambard Smith is completely British, right to the bone, and some of his views of the universe and other life living within is completely ridiculous - but it just works. Carveth is great to read simply because you don't know what you'll get next, but it's sure to be amusing. And Suruk, well, he steals the novel. Completely obsessed with war, killing and collecting skulls he can turn any situation in to an opportunity for battle and glory.

Here are just some reasons why I enjoyed it so much:

Suruk the Slayer on racial issues:
"Petty prejudice does not interest my people. A wise warrior once told me: 'Respect your brother M'Lak, no matter what shade of greenish-grey he may be'."
And of human racial issues:
"Many colours of skin are there, many different shades of face. But if you look within, deep inside a person, human beings are all alike. Red and squelchy."

Carveth, the former sex-bot, on how their ship was damaged and what happened:
"Well, we were cruising, hardly looking for action at all, when suddenly the Ghasts jumped us from behind, stuck a torpedo up our back end and blew our motors out. They must have seen that we were exposed at the rear because they stuck out their tube so they could come inside, but the captain ordered us to get our tools ready and beat them off if they tried to enter us by force. They all came at us at once down the passage, but what with Smith shooting off from the hip and me pumping my piece for all I was worth, we were able to give them a good seeing-to until they had to withdraw. We were knackered, though. We could hardly pull off, let alone thrust, so we saw this lake and decided to dump in the water until we were able to repair the ship and get it up again. That's pretty much the size of it."

Space Captain Smith is a great, refreshing read and is very highly recommended.

I had been looking forward to this book ever since a friend of the author promoted it on Talkback, the writing forum for Writing Magazine and Writers' News.
Toby Frost's voice is fresh, sassy and to the point. His characters are original (although Suruk the Slayer reminds me of the alien in "Predator", albeit taller, skinnier and with a bit more wit) and highly deranged. Isambard Smith's mixture of the British old school stiff upper lip, tea obsession, ability to kick arse when the need arises and smutty mind goes down very well. Add to that the cowardly android female pilot (originally constructed to satisfy the perverse sexual needs of a rich man), the alien sidekick (always on the look-out to enlarge his dubious skull collection), Gerald the hamster (we don't see much action from Gerald in this first book but this reviewer has high hopes for the rodent in future tomes) and the spaceship John Pym (destined to go down in spacecraft history as vessel most likely to fall apart if… more »

I had been looking forward to this book ever since a friend of the author promoted it on Talkback, the writing forum for Writing Magazine and Writers' News.
Toby Frost's voice is fresh, sassy and to the point. His characters are original (although Suruk the Slayer reminds me of the alien in "Predator", albeit taller, skinnier and with a bit more wit) and highly deranged. Isambard Smith's mixture of the British old school stiff upper lip, tea obsession, ability to kick arse when the need arises and smutty mind goes down very well. Add to that the cowardly android female pilot (originally constructed to satisfy the perverse sexual needs of a rich man), the alien sidekick (always on the look-out to enlarge his dubious skull collection), Gerald the hamster (we don't see much action from Gerald in this first book but this reviewer has high hopes for the rodent in future tomes) and the spaceship John Pym (destined to go down in spacecraft history as vessel most likely to fall apart if one of its crew ever sneezes), and you have one highly toxic, rumbustious sci-fi adventure, destined to become a favourite with fans of the late and great Douglas Adams.
Can't wait for the next instalment in the series (which features tea, apparently).