As straight and narrow a tale as Lafferty can produce, and even so skewed and shaggy. Laugh out loud funny at times, and it has an ending! (though, being an epic, the ending has no ending). Space Chantey is a strange parody of Jocks in Space (Buck Rodgers, Flash Gordon, Star Trek, et al.) and the Odyssey, but whereas a lesser writer would go simply literal with such a conceit (here's the planet of sirens! Here's a planet of cyclops!) Lafferty elevates both source materials and transmigrates and transmogrifies them to his own weird and wonderful language and universe.
Some favorite passages:
"'We'd dream how we would live on an island or planet, and the bananas would fall of the trees beside us. The coconuts would drop with a hole already in them for drinking; and after they were drained they would fall apart for eating. There would be a waterfall that turned a paddle-wheel that worked a music box, and you had only to whistle the key notes and it would take up any tune you wanted to hear. There would be cigarette vines dangling just above you, and you could snap one off and it would already be lit when you snapped it.'" (9)
"Death is for a long time. Those of shallow thought say that it is forever. There is, at least, a long night of it. There is the forgetfulness and the loss of identity. The spirit, even as the body, is unstrung and burst and scattered. One goes down to the death, and it leaves a mark on one forever." (34)
"And crewmen went into the big houses and watched the big gamblers; and they listened to the tall stories about them. There was Johnny Greeneyes, who could see every invisible marking on cards with his odd optics. There was Pyotr Igrokovitch with the hole in his head. Pyotr was the most persistent suicide of them all. Following heavy losses in his youth he had shot himself through the head. It had not killed him, but the shot had carried away great portions of the caution and discretion lobes of his brain. The passage through his head had remained open, with pinkish flaps of flesh covering the holes fore and aft.
"Now, whenever Pyotr suffered heavy losses, he jerked out his pistol and shot himself through the head. It was all for a joke; he always shot himself through the same passage; and the 'brains' which he appeared to spew out the back opening with the shot were in reality only phlegm that had gathered in his head. But it was rather a weird thing when seen by one for the first time, and Pytor very often killed spectators standing behind him." (52)
Lafferty has a way of making what could have been a mundane passage lyrical:
"'We are tone-deaf to the call of help,' said the sour shepherd. 'We are deaf to almost everything. There is only one sound we hear a little. We call it the green whisper.'
Roadstrum gave it to him: the soft sound of an educated thumb ruffled over the edges of high-denomination bills. The shepherd heard it. It is a dangerous double-bladed sound. It has got a lot of people in trouble. But the hornet-men were confident of their ability to handle anything." (77)
A spoof on the prime directive?
"'Remember the hornet-men's code: Never incite a local populace unless there is something in it for you.'" (82)
"They landed on Aeaea. They made a bad landing. They first buried themselves in the soft surface that was like smoke. Then they had to back out and let it solidify. They got out and walked, and it was tricky. Aeaea hadn't made her world very thoroughly. For the place was not charted and not generally believed in. The surface was full of nothing-holes. But it firmed, it firmed, it became a workable theory, it became a fact." (92)
"'...do you not know that the underground lands are shared by many worlds? It is all one underground, a vast place, and it is but a trick on which globe one will surface on coming out. This is the reason that the inside of every world is so much vaster than the outside. You are fooled by the shape of these little balls on which things live and crawl; you see the universe inside-out; you see the orbs are containing and not contained. I will teach you to see it right if you please me.'" (94)
"Crewman Septimus was now a rabbit. With that cleft upper lip and those pink eyes he could not say anything else. Crewman Swinnert was a hog, a good solid hog, the kind you'd like to be if you had to be one." (96)
A great example of Lafferty brushing past cliches and messing up their hair as he runs by, in snappy Groucho Marx fashion (they are in "Hell" in this scene):
"'Do you want a lawyer?' the lieutenant asked. 'There are plenty of them to be had here.'
'We'll be wanting no lawyers,' said big Roadstrum. 'We've made our pan, so we'll fry in it. Is that the way the saying goes? Let's just take a look at the accommodations here, fellows.'" (113)
"'You have become a legend; but that was several years ago; you're pretty much on the shelf now. There is nothing older than yesterday's legends.'" (117)