Conan the Buccaneer, by L. Sprague de Camp and Lin Carter is the sixth book in the Ace series by de Camp and Carter (and that Howard fellow…). In William Galen Gray’s
chronology it is the seventy-fifth Conan tale, following Robert E. Howard’s The Pool of the Black One and taking
place before Howard’s Red Nails.
When I read one of these books from the De Camp/Carter
corpus, I try to remember that these were unusual. The glut of pastiches
available to us today weren’t written yet. Fans of Conan only had Robert E.
Howard’s original tales. The sword-swinging Cimmerian wasn’t yet quite the
fantasy icon he is today (now THAT is understatement). So they were doing
something new. The library of Conan tales was small and they were plowing relatively
virgin soil.
Interestingly enough, he’s not a pirate this time out, and
his buccaneering activities as a privateer for King Ferdrugo don’t really come
into play much, except that he has a ready crew and ship available (which is
certainly handy).
A nice aspect is the inclusion of Zarono and Thoth Amon, characters from Howard’s tales. Also, Sigurd and Juma are characters that appear in other de Camp and Carter stories. Bearing in mind that there weren’t very many Conan tales and the now prolific cast of characters, this was a treat to the fan.
On the Conan sex scale, this one is pretty modest. He
becomes the love slave of an amazon queen (yes, seriously), but that’s about
it.
What we do have is the standard quest for treasure and a
damsel in distress. Basically, it’s a chase book. Conan chases a boat. Then he
is chased. Then he chases it some more. Then he chases somebody else. There’s
also a hurried voyage that is sort of a ‘chase after the fact.’ If you like
Conan hurrying to and fro, you’ve got it here. Combat-wise, I’d say, for 90% of
the book, it’s got the lowest body count of any novel-length tales in the
entire saga. Possibly so even after the climax.
I rather enjoyed Conan the Buccaneer, though it isn’t a
standout. Perhaps because it reflects a time before a relentless publishing
schedule buried us in plot-thin Conan books (my last review was the execrable Conan
the Indomitable). And, it does fill in Zaronos’ background. The fallen count is
key player in Howard’s The Black Stranger, which was renamed (for the better)
The Treasure of Tranicos by Carter/de Camp.
This one is definitely worth a read, but it doesn’t quite
feel ‘weighty’ enough; though that certainly does not make it unique in that
regard among stories of the muscle bound barbar.