Blood’s a Rover, Harlan Ellison (Subterranean 978-1596068681, $40.00, 232pp, hardcover) June 30, 2018
The tradition of creating “fixups“–a narrative assembled from previously published pieces, sometimes with new interleaved material, and then issued as an organic whole–is a grand one in science fiction. Such masterpieces as Simak’s City and Vance’s The Eyes of the Overworld have arisen from this process. (The term was coined by A.E. van Vogt and adopted by the editors of the Science Fiction Encyclopedia.)
We have before us today a fixup that was never meant to have been. For many years, Harlan Ellison fully intended to write a novel-length sequel to his classic tale, “A Boy and His Dog,” to be titled Blood’s a Rover. But other projects always intervened, until at last Ellison’s recent ill health foreclosed all possibilities of new fiction from his famed manual typewriter. To adumbrate as best as possible under these unfortunate circumstances the novel-that-will-never-now-be, Ellison and editor Jason Davis have assembled and arranged all the extant material from this fictional universe, to produce the only possible version of the title.
So what we have in this package is the short story “Eggsucker,” which serves as a prequel to the core novella, “A Boy and His Dog,” followed by the short story, “Run, Spot, Run,” which picks up the action right at the conclusion of the novella. Lastly, extending the arc, comes a heretofore-unseen teleplay, “Blood’s a Rover,” written in 1977 for a TV show that NBC was considering, but ultimately passed up. Interspersed are some epigrams from The Wit and Wisdom of Blood, a little sidebar to Richard Corben’s comic-book version of the novella.
What I’d like to do here is to detail the less familiar portions of this fixup, gauge how the whole package works together, and then look at the most fully formed and most important portion, the famous 1969 novella.
“Eggsucker” is narrated by Blood, the mutant dog who partners with his teenage “solo,” Vic, as they try to survive in a postapocalyptic wasteland. The situation is set up adroitly, needing no reference to the novella to follow. Vic and Blood make a score as they scavenge the detritus of the dead world, and try to parley it into food and ammo. But Vic’s impulsiveness, stupidity, callowness, and greed–traits which are admittedly allied to his boldness, loyalty, endurance, and curiosity–cause the deal to go awry, and the pair find themselves on the shitlist of local roverpak honcho Fellini. The end offers a neat segue into “A Boy and His Dog.”
Exiting that centerpiece, we encounter “Run, Spot, Run” and find Vic and Blood exiled from their city. Vic begins to fugue out due to the trauma experienced in the preceding novella. He is careless enough to be webbed up by a giant mutant spider. Unable to help his partner, Blood reluctantly flees and seems destined to be forever on his own.
The substantial, full-length teleplay–at 100+ big-print pages, it probably would have filled an hour of TV time–that lends its title to the fixup opens with Blood meeting and befriending a young woman named Spike, who has managed to survive as a solo without any canine assistance. They quickly bond, and seem on the brink of further adventures when–small spoiler–Vic shows up. He’s back to his old feisty, headstrong self. A new dynamic forms reluctantly among the trio, and they encounter Fellini and other rivals as all parties maneuver for the score of a lifetime: an untouched Walmart!
These pendants to “A Boy and His Dog,” although written at widely separated dates, all exhibit a uniformity of style and approach that contribute to the seamless consistency of this fixup. The story arc–moving from the directionless, pure survivalist tone of the opener, to the hopeful, cooperative outlook of the teleplay, at whose end the trio set out to find fresh shoots of civilization “over the hill”–has the remit of a full novel. I will say that the teleplay–probably because of the all-ages medium for which it was intended–is less righteously nasty than the other components, more of a feel-good outing, despite some visually amped-up instances of savagery. But on the whole, this book possesses the heft of a fully plumbed universe.
The engine that powers it all, of course, is the 1969 novella. Upon rereading, some 50 years on, the story maintains its blunt grace, economical, gritty prose, potent satire (the people in the underground redoubts of stability and peace are more vicious and utilitarian than the wasteland inhabitants) and shocking enactments of moral parsing of loyalties. One can almost picture the thirty-five-year-old (!) virtuoso grinning and exulting as he banged out the story, offering a thumb in the eye to every uptight Establishment cat inside SF and out.
And this hippie-nightmare aura is indisputably part of the story: evident, I would guess, even to those unborn at that time. Published in Moorcock’s New Worlds, “A Boy and His Dog” is staunchly, defiantly American New Wave. All those post-WWII apocalypses that came before–Earth Abides, The Long Tomorrow, Davy, The Chrysalids–which were rather genteel, despite the amount of putative destruction involved, will now be replaced by rebellious portraits of true desolation and anomie. It is telling to note that Zelazny’s Damnation Alley was also published in 1969, further mark of the zeitgeist. Without “A Boy and His Dog,” there would be no Hunger Games, no Riddley Walker, no The Road.
And the plethora of descendants from this tale make it hard for newbies to really savor its impact at the time. It’s like an eighteen-year-old reading Dune and remarking how Frank Herbert stole everything from Star Wars. After Mad Max and Escape from New York; after Grant Morrison’s We3 and even as domestic and contemporary a tale as Evan Dorkin and Jill Thompson’s Beasts of Burden; after a hundred grim, street-smart cyberpunk futures, Ellison’s novella might seem overfamiliar and even “derivative.” But of course it is rather the omphalos from which all the others sprout.
While it would certainly have been nice to see the true novel version of Blood’s a Rover, this bricolage does honor to the central conceit and should earn Vic and Blood a “Best in Show.”
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