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"The author, a noted sociologist at Cambridge University, begins by critiquing the relevance of socialism, neoliberalism, and conservatism for a world characterized by globalization, the abandonment of tradition, and pervasive uncertainty stemming from socially manufactured risk. . . . The book contains useful insights into the difficulties of the welfare state."--Choice
Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Laser fire and swashbuckling abound in this new addition to the Star Wars saga, though other things are sadly lacking. Covering the time between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, Perry gives us a failed attempt to rescue Han Solo from his carbonite block, a convoluted plot to leak plans for the new Death Star to the Alliance and a major new villain, Xizor, Underlord of the Black Sun, who pretends loyalty to the Empire while plotting Darth Vader's death. Perry, the author of dozens of SF adventure novels, including Spindoc (1994), is not at his best here. His style is often clumsy and his characterization is, if anything, less complex than that of the films. The novel is full of the standard Star Wars clichés, but the action scenes lack the ususal punch. This book should appeal only to confirmed Star Wars fans. Major ad/promo; simultaneous BDD Audio release. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
Yet another prolific action-sf writer has been recruited to labor on the Star Wars series, George Lucas' stupendous mingled-media creation. The results are something of a mixed bag but, on the whole, more agreeable than not. The story takes place between the events of The Empire Strikes Back and those of Return of the Jedi, with Luke continuing his self-training as a Jedi knight and everybody else trying to track down and unfreeze Han Solo before Boba Fett delivers him to Jabba the Hutt. Unfortunately, Darth Vader is looking for his son (Luke--remember?), to turn him to the dark side of the Force, and a nonhuman criminal mastermind who makes Jabba look like a shoplifter--Prince Xizor of the Black Sun--is also after Luke, to take vengeance on Darth Vader for killing his family. We see a good deal of Vader's ambivalence toward both his son and his emperor, which led to the conclusion of Return, and Perry handles the multitudinous details of the increasingly complex Star Wars universe as competently as he deals with characters and pacing. A solid rather than an outstanding effort in the reliably popular SW canon. (Reviewed Feb. 15, 1996)0553100890Roland Green
Library Journal Review
For legal reasons, the previous installments in this best-selling series concentrated on the events following the three popular Lucasfilm movies. Now, thanks to an agreement between the parties, Perry's tale bridges the gap between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
He looks like a walking corpse, Xizor thought. Like a mummified body dead a thousand years. Amazing he is still alive, much less the most powerful man in the galaxy. He isn't even that old; it is more as if something is slowly eating him. Xizor stood four meters away from the Emperor, watching as the man who had long ago been Senator Palpatine moved to stand in the holocam field. He imagined he could smell the decay in the Emperor's worn body. Likely that was just some trick of the recycled air, run through dozens of filters to ensure that there was no chance of any poison gas being introduced into it. Filtered the life out of it, perhaps, giving it that dead smell. The viewer on the other end of the holo-link would see a close-up of the Emperor's head and shoulders, of an age-ravaged face shrouded in the cowl of his dark zeyd-cloth robe. The man on the other end of the transmission, light-years away, would not see Xizor, though Xizor would be able to see him. It was a measure of the Emperor's trust that Xizor was allowed to be here while the conversation took place. The man on the other end of the transmission--if he could still be called that-- The air swirled inside the Imperial chamber in front of the Emperor, coalesced, and blossomed into the image of a figure down on one knee. A caped humanoid biped dressed in jet black, face hidden under a full helmet and breathing mask: Darth Vader. Vader spoke: "What is thy bidding, my master?" If Xizor could have hurled a power bolt through time and space to strike Vader dead, he would have done it without blinking. Wishful thinking: Vader was too powerful to attack directly. "There is a great disturbance in the Force," the Emperor said. "I have felt it," Vader said. "We have a new enemy. Luke Skywalker." Skywalker? That had been Vader's name, a long time ago. Who was this person with the same name, someone so powerful as to be worth a conversation between the Emperor and his most loathsome creation? More importantly, why had Xizor's agents not uncovered this before now? Xizor's ire was instant--but cold. No sign of his surprise or anger would show on his imperturbable features. The Falleen did not allow their emotions to burst forth as did many of the inferior species; no, the Falleen ancestry was not fur but scales, not mammalian but reptilian. Not wild but coolly calculating. Such was much better. Much safer. "Yes, my master," Vader continued. "He could destroy us," the Emperor said. Xizor's attention was riveted upon the Emperor and the holographic image of Vader kneeling on the deck of a ship far away. Here was interesting news indeed. Something the Emperor perceived as a danger to himself? Something the Emperor feared? "He's just a boy," Vader said, "Obi-Wan can no longer help him." Obi-Wan. That name Xizor knew. He was among the last of the Jedi Knights, a general. But he'd been dead for decades, hadn't he? Apparently Xizor's information was wrong if Obi-Wan had been helping someone who was still a boy. His agents were going to be sorry. Even as Xizor took in the distant image of Vader and the nearness of the Emperor, even as he was aware of the luxury of the Emperor's private and protected chamber at the core of the giant pyramidal palace, he was also able to make a mental note to himself: Somebody's head would roll for the failure to make him aware of all this. Knowledge was power; lack of knowledge was weakness. This was something he could not permit. The Emperor continued. "The Force is strong with him. The son of Skywalker must not become a Jedi." Son of Skywalker? Vader's son! Amazing! "If he could be turned he would become a powerful ally," Vader said. There was something in Vader's voice when he said this, something Xizor could not quite put his finger on. Longing? Worry? Hope? "Yes...yes. He would be a great asset," the Emperor said. "Can it be done?" There was the briefest of pauses. "He will join us or die, Master." Xizor felt the smile, though he did not allow it to show any more than he had allowed his anger play. Ah. Vader wanted Skywalker alive, that was what had been in his tone. Yes, he had said that the boy would join them or die, but this latter part was obviously meant only to placate the Emperor. Vader had no intention of killing Skywalker, his own son; that was obvious to one as skilled in reading voices as was Xizor. He had not gotten to be the Dark Prince, Underlord of Black Sun, the largest criminal organization in the galaxy, merely on his formidable good looks. Xizor didn't truly understand the Force that sustained the Emperor and made him and Vader so powerful, save to know that it certainly worked somehow. But he did know that it was something the extinct Jedi had supposedly mastered. And now, apparently, this new player had tapped into it. Vader wanted Skywalker alive, had practically promised the Emperor that he would deliver him alive--and converted. This was most interesting. Most interesting indeed. The Emperor finished his communication and turned back to face him. "Now, where were we, Prince Xizor?" The Dark Prince smiled. He would attend to the business at hand, but he would not forget the name of Luke Skywalker. From the Paperback edition. Excerpted from Star Wars: Shadows of the Empire by Steve Perry All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
