Tau Zero by Poul Anderson.
Gollancz SF Masterworks, 2006 (1970).
A few centuries hence fifty specialists, twenty five of either gender, set out on a journey to the star Beta Virginis to colonise a new planet.
Their transport is the Leonora Christine, an interstellar spaceship powered by a Bussard ramjet, capable of accelerating to near light speed (tau zero).
Just before their halfway point, while still accelerating, disaster strikes with damage to the propulsion, meaning that the craft will continue its acceleration and not only miss its target but potentially never stop. How do the crew cope, and do they survive?

James Blish is quoted as having judged this “the ultimate hard science fiction novel”, and though we now know that much of the technology, especially the ramjet propulsion, has been either discredited or outdated since the book version was published in 1970 (it was based on Anderson’s earlier short story called To Outlive Eternity), there is certainly a lot of science in it; not surprising as Anderson was a physics graduate before he turned to fiction.
More recently, the discovery of extrasolar planets or exoplanets in orbit around distant suns continues apace, so that much of the story is plausible, though the idea of interstellar space containing enough hydrogen to provide propulsion and force-field protection for the ship is now regarded as unfeasible. Still, as a plot device the ramjet and its technical potential provide the main mechanisms to push the story forward.
If the science in this science fiction tale has dated, what of the fiction? The idea of a kind of space ark, boldly going where none have gone before, is a cliché in SF, though these potential settlers (almost going in two by two) have personally volunteered and come through a selection procedure, including psychological profiling, to determine their expertise, physicality and team-building capabilities. A space ark treatment which I recently enjoyed was Ursula Le Guin’s novella Paradises Lost, which appeared in her collection The Birthday of the World, and it too explored the social interaction of the crew, though in a more anthropological and impersonal way and over several generations. Anderson preferred to shine the searchlight on the occasionally fraught relationships of some two dozen named individuals, focusing on about a dozen, with special attention given to two: the ‘constable’ of the ship, Charles Reymont and first officer Ingrid Lindgren.
The action revolves around these two, especially Reymont, and as the Constable is given the lion’s share of attention it’s hard not to assume the man shares many of the author’s own characteristics. We meet Reymont at the opening of the book, and it is clear that this logical, rather cold man, seemingly self-contained and single-minded, is going to be the strong individual who will hold things together when the going gets tough. Though theoretically his specialism on board ship is security, his ability to judge human strengths and weakness and act upon those insights puts him in a dominant position, the de facto captain.

For a wordsmith and linguist like Anderson, the choice of names for this slightly unsympathetic hero is significant: Charles is derived from a Germanic root for ‘man’, while Reymont (more familiar to us in the form Raymond) means counsellor or protector, both of which are roles that Reymont assumes. As rey is Spanish for ‘king’, it’s also clear that Reymont is being touted as monarch apparent if the crew ever make landfall, though given the stresses of the voyage we may wonder if he will abdicate if journey’s end is ever reached.
The other dozen or so characters are mainly ciphers, weak types who are all too easily manipulated (both mentally and physically) by Reymont over the years. Present-day readers are often put off by Anderson’s sidelining of the female crew members, though given that he was writing this novel in the late sixties the surprise is that he gives them any individuality at all. The highest ranking woman officer, the only female officer in fact, is Ingrid Lindgren, Raymont’s partner for a significant portion of the book, and even then she mostly sees her role as a human resources manager.
The overarching trope is of course the perilous voyage, and echoes of literary and historic odysseys, implicit and explicit, might make the reader wonder about possible links. Ahab’s pursuit of the white whale Moby-Dick is mentioned at one point, though only as a criticism of the futility of journeying on into the unknown. It’s tempting to speculate that the name of the vessel, Leonora Christine, may be a deliberate evocation of the Mary Celeste, found abandoned in the Atlantic, though it’s equally possible that Leonora is inspired by the heroine of Beethoven’s opera Fidelio (who rescues her husband from certain death in prison, along with other political prisoners) and that the name Christine is drawn from the extraordinarily cosmopolitan Queen Christina of Sweden (a choice no doubt reflecting Anderson’s own Scandinavian ancestry).
At one point, Arnold Schoenberg’s vocal composition Gurrelieder is evoked. This vast and intense Wagnerian work (the score calls for four hundred musicians) centres on the legend of the medieval Danish king Valdemar, torn apart by the murder of his mistress by his wife, who subsequently leads the spectral Wild Hunt around the castle at Gurre until the sun rises. Anderson’s evocation of this work is deliberate: like Schoenberg’s Waldemar, Reymont is involved with two women, Ingrid and Chi-Yuen Ai-Ling; and like the Danish king Reymont he must feel he’s leading a wild goose chase around the universe until some cosmic sunrise is reached. Ironically, in view of the Gurrelieder‘s vast instrumental and vocal resources, Ingrid is accompanying herself on medieval lute while she sings a plaintive solo from this musical work.
The incorporation of little details like this gives Anderson’s “hard SF novel” a human and cultural depth even as it looks forward to the far future and the unimaginable reaches of the cosmos. A novel of its time, Tau Zero still has the power to impress in the 21st century.

Review first published 4th January 2013, slightly edited and reposted for the tenth anniversary of SciFiMonth
Now that there is serious thought given towards a one- way mission to Mars, it would be interesting to visit some literary works on the subject. How would people cope knowing they were forever cut from their planet?
Could one remain sane in a spaceship hurtling endlessly through space? Given that “island fever” attacks even those who love island living, these are the types of questions I think about when the subject of space travel comes up.
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Psychological profiling is no more an accurate predictor of the future than Hari Seldon’s psychohistory was in Asimov’s Foundation novels. And that I think is a point that Anderson is obtusely making in this novel. In a situation already fraught with dangers you can only guess how individuals may react when the unforeseen happens, never guarantee it.
And, as you say, what happens when you have time on your hands and you are cut off from your societal and biological matrix, rushing off on what is effectively a prison ship to god knows where? The Apollo 13 astronauts coped extraordinarily well because there was a known goal they could work towards which was time-constrained; with a Mars mission those SMART criteria are stretched exponentially should problems arise — and they will.
Which is a long-winded way of agreeing with you, Sari, sorry!
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“a one-way mission to Mars”? The idea is terrifying — it makes me want to cling to terra firma (as a friend used to say, the more firma, the less terror). I grew up in a house of Sci-Fi readers, so P Anderson’s name is familiar, but I’ve never read anything by him.
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His was a familiar name but I wasn’t conscious of reading anything by him before this.
Terra firma — loved your friend’s interpretation!
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During my SF phase I enjoyed Anderson, but missed this one. It seems I would enjoy going back to it. It has often occurred to me that the writers of the quality of Heinlein, Asimov etc deserve a far higher position on the ‘literature’ spectrum than is customarily accorded.
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I don’t know. I enjoyed Asimov when I was younger, especially his Black Widow tec novellas, but struggled through his last work Forward the Foundation and have stalled on his first Robot novel — even as a historic piece I find it turgid.
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Haven’t read Aziomov in decades, but remember enjoying all the Robot ones. I recall being highly impressed at the foolproof nature of his Laws of Robotics – and then amazed by the loopholes that nevertheless emerged!
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Hmmm, maybe I’ll give I, Robot another chance…
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Well it’s interesting to learn more about the names he used!
I dropped the book before Reymont’s involment with Chi-Yuen Ai-Ling but I’m not surprised… The relationship drama in this book is intense (and a pain to read about!).
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It’s certainly a novel of its time in terms of outdated attitudes! I’m of an age to have read this when it was first published and I would still have found it objectionable then; and it’s why I tend not to read much ‘hard SF’ from this era now — a shame, as there were some interesting ideas around then.
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Very, very interesting stuff in your review Chris, thanks for unearthing it. It indeed seems that Anderson tried to infuse his book with ‘serious’ cultural capital – I thought so a few times when I was reading it, but seeing it all together here, confirms it fully.
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Thanks, Bart; you’ll know I’m no scientist but, as a musician, fascinated by the creative processes involved in writing literature. Where this novel is concerned I enjoyed the cultural capital it contained and happy to suspend disbelief over the ramjet (just as I’m able to accept, say, the ansible in Le Guin’s Hainish universe); where I’m less comfortable is the psychological underlay Anderson proposes here—it may simply be a reflex of his own times but I found it unconvincing, and that for me is the main flaw in this piece.
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Yes agreed, it’s the group dynamics that are totally off, the shaky hard science isn’t a deal breaker for me at all here.
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I’m curious about his fantasy writing now, so will potter off and have a rummage around his backlists …
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Interesting Chris – I’ve not read Anderson as I tend to steer away from hard sci-fi but what you say it seems like the book does draw on a number of classic themes.
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There’s often an assumption (one I used to have) that SF of the so-called Golden Age was full of bug-eyed monsters, space damsels in distress and terrible writing, but many classic authors in this genre were both imaginative and well read.
Though I’ve yet to enjoy much of his work Anderson included themes from Shakespeare, Norse myth, and early medieval history as well as freely mixing in fantasy motifs and hard science based on his physics degree. We severely underestimate genre authors like him, I suspect, if we assume they all wrote like Edgar Rice Burroughs in his Martian romances! 🙂
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I’m curious about this one. The beginning reminded me a bit of From the Earth to the Moon, by Jules Verne – not the best by this author though.
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I enjoyed this at the time, but I’m not sure I’d be desperate to read it again. The Verne I found quite humorous, even if it took a while for the voyage to start – the Anderson, as I remember, had the voyagers already embarked and on their way, and there was no humour, deadpan or otherwise. And unlike Verne’s lunanauts, there’s absolutely no certainty that they’ll reach journey’s end…
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Actually, nothing happens in book 1, you need to read the sequel to know more for Verne’s. On the same topic of men and the moon, I really enjoyed a lot the spin on Verne’s by HG Wells, The First Men In the Moon (yes, IN, not ON, lol). Highly recommended
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I will get to the second Verne at some stage, Emma, though I’m not sure when. And yes, I have read the Wells, but that was way back in my teens, and that is one I do hope to revisit! In the meantime, I think I still have a Penguin edition of Wells’s short stories somewhere, if I haven’t already passed it on…
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No relation to Roger Ramjet and his PEP pills ?
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Hah, this was written a little after the 60s heyday of Roger Ramjet so theoretically Anderson could have borrowed from the series! But I suspect his physics degree would have influenced him more than this predecessor to Buzz Lightyear. 🙂
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