'Every so often someone comes along
and revitalises a moribund genre. Wes
Craven's shot in the arm for horror
films, Scream, is a current example.
With Strider's Galaxy Paul Barnett
does the same for space opera. . . .
Barnett scores by understanding that
what raises action-driven SF above the
routine is a liberal application of ideas.
. . . The important thing is that he
discards restraints and lets rip.
Unashamedly occupying the pureentertainment
end of the spectrum, this
is a primary-colours read -- exotic,
extravagant, zingy. Pipe-and-slippers
science fiction it isn't.'