
I read this the first time over 15 years ago. Liked it quite much then. It’s a fix-up of stories about a girl who becomes the brain of a spaceship, a cyborg-spaceship in effect. On my reread I was less impressed with the book. It feels somehow more naive than I care for and sometimes it is far too melodramatic for my taste.
I was also a bit disappointed with how underused the whole cyborg-spaceship concept was. Instead of trying to explore what such a setup would really do to the perception and concept of self of a human being, McCaffrey writes Helva like an everyday woman who just somehow happened to become the central processing unit of a spaceship. She loves, she mourns and her whole world turns around human society, human norms and human activities.
It might have been a good message then (you know, accepting that even a cyborg spaceship is deep down not so much different), but not a very realistic one. As much as I disliked the new incarnation of Battlestar Galactica, when Cavil explained why he hated humanity, he nailed exactly what such a brainship could have truly been like. A being of space, seeing a much wider spectrum, experiencing the universe in quite a different way.
McCaffrey makes concessions to this way of thinking, but too few to make it convincing. Helva, in the end, still feels like a woman imprisoned in a shell. McCaffrey’s attempt to make her appear human are too successful.








