Bill, the galactic hero (1965)

Here is a book that is seldom read these days. Bill the Galactic Hero, by Harry Harrison. It’s a satyrical look at the military, couched in a zany futuristic world where mankind is pitted against a race of small alien lizards called, the Chingers.It’s an important novel because it represents a particular sub-genre of science fiction. Namely, the military SF comedy. There are many military SF novels about, but ones that attempt humor are rare. And if it’s not fair to say rare, then I’d venture to say it’s rare to see one done well.So what about Bill the Galactic Hero, and what makes it so special? It’s one of the early novels of its class, and well constructed with good pacing and fun dialog. More importantly, it takes a very satirical gibe at the industrial military complex, which — many would agree — is probably its most endearing quality.The issue I have with it — and probably the point where there is some disagreement — is about how funny it is. I myself never laughed out loud while reading it. However, the situations that the protagonist (Bill) finds himself in are so bizarre, one can only smile. Even if you don’t laugh, one is compelled to read on. ( )

First of the Bill series, this is a satiric space-opera. There is often black humor, purposely clumsy writing to underline the stupidity of bureacracy and all kinds of adventures that Bill stumbles into. It's not often laugh out loud funny (there are a few spots), but instead is a sly poke. I look forward to coming across more Bill novels. ( )

The first in a series of loony escapades of a country bumpkin turned soldier. In truth it felt more like a prequel, explaining the origins of Bill's involvement with the Troopers, his two right arms, and his tusks. It was a very quick read and definitely had its funny moments, but it would probably be funnier to someone who doesn't deal with painfully inane bureaucracy in real life. I have a feeling the next books will be better now that the characters are established. ( )

I read BILL, THE GALACTIC HERO by Harry Harrison, when I was eleven. I'd picked it up hoping for a Star Wars-style romp full of spaceships and explosions. What I got was SF's answer to Catch-22: dazzlingly cynical, snortingly funny, Bill's story changed my outlook forever. I reread it again yesterday and it was every bit as terrific as the first time. ( )

The satire/parody is so dark, and perchance accurate(?), that it almost isn't funny. ( )