Power Playby Ben Bova
Jake Rossscience advisor to Franklin Tomlinson, a candidate in the upcoming US Senate racepushes Tomlinson to back MHD, a new way to generate electricity efficiently and cleanly, but powerful forces opposing Tomlinson do not want MHD to succeed. See more details below
Jake Rossscience advisor to Franklin Tomlinson, a candidate in the upcoming US Senate racepushes Tomlinson to back MHD, a new way to generate electricity efficiently and cleanly, but powerful forces opposing Tomlinson do not want MHD to succeed.
“Unpredictable at every turn, [Power Play] is sexy, intriguing, and timely.” Booklist
“Power Play features a strong, plot-driven story; snappy dialogue; and characters, uncluttered by backstory drama, whose personalities still leap off the page.” Library Journal
“Bova proves himself equal to the task of showing how adversity can temper character in unforeseen ways.” The New York Times
“Bova gets better and better, combining plausible science with increasingly complex fiction.” Los Angeles Daily News
“A cautionary but hopeful thriller . . . Modern twists and a genuinely surprising ending.” Publishers Weekly on The Green Trap
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JAMES A. VAN ALLEN MUSEUM OF SCIENCE
“MHD?” asked Jake Ross. “What’s MHD?”
Leverett Cardwell smiled his enigmatic little smile and replied, “It stands for magnetohydrodynamics.”
“Oh, like Alfvén.”
Jake was walking with the older man along the Hall of Planets, which ran the length of the museum’s planetarium. They were passing beneath the model of Mars, a rust-red globe dotted with long-dead volcanoes. He had first introduced himself to Dr. Cardwell at almost this exact spot, more than a dozen years earlier.
“Alfvén dealt with astrophysics. The branch of MHD I’m talking about now is a way of generating electricity very efficiently,” Cardwell went on, his tenor voice soft but perfectly clear. “An MHD generator can produce a lot of power in a relatively small piece of equipment.”
Jake nodded. Lev was up to something, he knew. The old man didn’t just chat to pass the time of day. He had some purpose in mind.
Jacob Ross had first come to the Van Allen museum on a mandatory class trip when he’d been in middle school. None of the guys wanted to go to a geeky science museum, Jake included. But once the teachers got the kids settled into the strange, round, domed room that housed the museum’s planetarium, the lights dimmed slowly until the place was pitch black. And then they turned on the stars. Thousands of stars sprang out of the darkness, with the faint glowing ribbon of the Milky Way arching among them. Young Jake got turned on, too. Sitting in the darkness, watching the stars wheel in stately procession overhead, he became hooked on astronomy for life.
He rode city buses to the museum every weekend. He scraped together enough money from his after-school jobs to buy a student membership. He attended the planetarium shows so often he began to learn the lectures by heart.
And he discovered that the soft, clear voice that explained the stars in the darkness belonged to Dr. Leverett Cardwell, the planetarium’s director. With some trepidation, Jake fumblingly asked Dr. Cardwell a question about his lecture one Sunday afternoon, out in the hallway under the model of Mars, while the rest of the audience streamed past after the planetarium show had ended.
“You’ve been coming pretty regularly, haven’t you?” Cardwell asked the youngster.
Surprised and pleased that the director had noticed him, Jake stuttered, “Y … yessir.”
Thus began a lifelong friendship. Cardwell took Jake under his wing, opened the planetarium’s library to him, and helped him win a scholarship to the state university.
And now Lev was talking about something called MHD.
“Magnetohydrodynamics, huh?” Jake said.
Walking slowly toward the bright yellow globe of the Sun glowing above the museum’s entrance lobby, Cardwell said, “There’s a group of people in the university’s electrical engineering department who are working on MHD power generation.”
Why’s he telling me this? Jake wondered. But he knew he wouldn’t have to ask; Lev would explain it to him in his own time.
Jake had grown into a reasonably healthy young man. Scrawny as a child, picked on by the neighborhood bullies, he’d worked hard on homemade exercise equipment to build himself up. Now he stood just short of six feet tall, still on the lean side, but solid. His hair was dark and unruly, his face too long and horsy to satisfy him. Even so he’d been fairly popular with women, and married his high school sweetheart. But since his wife’s fatal car accident he’d kept to himself.
Leverett Cardwell was a tiny man, round-faced, balding, so neat and carefully groomed that some thought him effeminate. His large, round, slightly protruding owl-gray eyes always seemed to Jake to be searching, inquisitive. Jake had never seen Lev wearing anything but a gray wool suit, winter or summer, and a jaunty little bow tie.
“I’ve been invited to a cocktail party by one of Frank Tomlinson’s people,” Cardwell said as they walked slowly toward the museum’s entrance.
Frowning at the seeming change of subject, Jake asked, “Isn’t he the guy they say might run against Senator Leeds?”
Cardwell nodded, his smile turning almost impish. “If Tomlinson decides to run, he’s going to need somebody on his staff to advise him about science. I think you could do the job very well, Jake.”
“Me?” Jake’s voice squeaked with surprise. “I’m just an associate professor. I don’t even have tenure yet.”
“Aren’t you up for tenure this year?”
Nodding gloomily, Jake answered, “Along with five other people, including a Hispanic woman. Besides, I’m the youngest. They’ll give it to one of the others this time around.”
Nonchalantly waving a hand in the air, Cardwell said, “Maybe not. Maybe they’ll surprise you.”
Jake made an unhappy grunt.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to attend the Tomlinson party,” Cardwell said. “Meet the man. Let him meet you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’ve been keeping to yourself too much, Jake. I know Louise’s death was a blow, but that was more than a year ago—”
Jake stopped walking. He could feel his guts twisting. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Nothing matters much anymore. It’s just … Lev, nothing’s any fun anymore.”
“You can’t have any fun sitting by yourself watching old movies on television.”
“I don’t just watch television.”
“What else do you do?”
“Prepare my lectures. Do my research. I’m working on a proposal for the imaging team on the next Mars lander.”
“You need a social life, my boy.”
Jake looked down at the man who’d been his mentor for so many years. Mentor? Hell, Lev’s been more of a father to me than my old man ever was, he told himself. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. I’d still be back in the ’hood, in those narrow streets and row houses, working some dumb-ass job and dodging the wiseguys.
Reluctantly he asked, “I won’t have to wear a tux, will I?”
Cardwell laughed. “Heavens, no. This is just a cocktail party, not a formal occasion.”
Jake capitulated. “Okay, I’ll go, if you think I should.”
“I do indeed, Jacob.”
“When and where? What time should I pick you up?”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, I’m not going!”
“No. This is an opportunity for you, Jake. They’re not interested in an old geezer like me.”
Jake felt stunned. Lev was past sixty, he knew. But that’s not old! he told himself. There must be some other reason why he wants me to go without him.
Copyright © 2011 by Ben Bova
Meet the Author
Ben Bova, six-time winner of science fiction's Hugo Award, is the author of over one hundred works of science fact and fiction. A former editor of Analog and former fiction editor of Omni, he is also a past president of the National Space Society and the Science Fiction Writers of America. He lives in Naples, Florida.
Stefan Rudnicki, a Grammy-winning audiobook producer, has narrated more than one hundred audiobooks. A recipient of multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards, he was awarded the coveted Audie® Award for solo narration in both 2005 and 2007 and was named as one of AudioFile's Best Voices of the Year in 2008.
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i found it hard to believe this book was written by the same guy that wrote the sam gunn stories. the plot was predictable and whenever a woman entered the scene, her mood was sometimes mentioned, sometimes her expression, but ALWAYS her outfit. i think this was written by his 17 year old niece under his name.
As a lover of both science fiction and political thrillers, I thought this would be a two-fer. It was instead a huge disappointment on both fronts. There was no sci fi other than the new type of electricity generation. As a political thriller, it was flat and predictable. If you want to read a political thriller, others have done it much better. There were no surprises. The review by always3 (above) tells you all you need to know in one paragraph rather than plodding through 400 pages.
While Ben Bova is best known for his science fiction stories he brings the same expertise that he uses to forge those stories, to any story he writes. This story fits in that category as the main science fiction aspect is something called magnetohydrodynamics or MHD for short, which is a higher efficiency method of generating electricity. Jake Ross, or more accurately, Dr Jacob Ross’s life was plugging along very nicely thank you. He was teaching astronomy and on his way to tenure at the state university and although his wife had died a year earlier in a car accident he felt that he was dealing with that as well as could be expected. When his mentor, Dr. Leverett Cardwell ,suggested he meet with Frank Tomlinson who he said may be running for Senator in the next election Jake is hesitant to get involved in politics. Cardwell had been invited to attend as a potential science advisor to Tomlinson but he felt that Jake would be a better candidate. Jake meets with Tomlinson and agrees to be his science advisor and is tasked by Tomlinson to come up with a scientific improvement as part of his platform. Jake investigates at the university and comes up with MHD which will create electricity at a lower cost and safely use high sulphur content coal which is currently not being used within the state due to emission problems. The encumbant senator, Senator Leeds soon brings dirty politics into the picture putting Jake and his friends in danger. Gambling and drug connections to Senator Leeds and 3 murders during the campaign seem to be helping the Tomlinson campaign, however danger creeps ever closer to Jake. The machinations and political jockeying are interesting and Ben Bova always has a tight control over the story line which just flows seamlessly in this book. Character development is at the highest standards, and the tension as Jake treads through the political mine field is palpable. A great book from a great author. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED