The war has been won. The Empire has ascended and with it an Emperor. But it is early days and perhaps there is still a chance to reveal atrocities, compromise, or fight back. Mon Mothma seeks to hinder Palpatine with a bill, Bail Organa seeks to prove that the evidence damning the Jedi is false, and for Saw Gerrera the war never actually ended. But is it too late to do anything? Anything at all?

It's always frustrating to read a story in which none of the characters know they are doomed to failure in particular quests. Because we know. I really had hoped to be won over by Freed, whose writing has become elevated to excellence over the years and whose video game background is evident in his (I'm assuming) creation of Eyo-Dajuritz - which is now one of my favourite locations in Disney canon. Unfortunately, I wasn't completely impressed by this book.

Bail Organa did not act like the Bail I know. Maybe I've been overly influenced by the Legends canon or my own headcanon. But it... just wasn't him. Other characters did sound like themselves, but then there were the OCs who didn't feel necessary or relevant (even Soujen, I'm afraid to say). So many pages and so little said!

This is presented as a political thriller, but its inferiority to Andor is glaringly obvious. And how can we not make comparisons between them? This book was obviously meant to cash in on the show's popularity. Ah well. But at least there were some genuinely good bits.

Han Solo is still in carbonite and now in the clutches of Jabba the Hutt, a grotesque gangster who keeps his base on Tatooine. But there is a plan to rescue him. A gambler, a Wookiee, a princess, two droids and a Jedi enter Jabba's palace. Hopefully they'll return. Because the Rebel Alliance is going to need every body it can get - the Empire has built another Death Star. The time to strike is now.

Most movie novelisations from last century are pretty ordinary. Run of the mill. Authors are pretty much dressing the skeleton that is the script. This novelisation on the other hand... Kahn did not have to make it so damn good, but I definitely appreciate his efforts. His prose draws you in, pauses and dwells in all the right places, and yet it still moves fluidly. Characters feel like themselves, even when there's no script dialogue for Kahn to use. All the little extra insights in the text ring true.

There are some canon issues of note (eg. Owen Lars is Obi-Wan's brother for some reason), but they don't spoil the experience. Or at least, they didn't for me. Such a short adaptation can't really be compared with the beefier prequel novelisations that came later... but this is excellent for what it is.
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EDIT: Before I forget... I loved the dig at "jaded critics". Still relevant.

Content warning: sexual assault

​Han Solo has been frozen in carbonite and is the prisoner of Boba Fett. His Rebel friends won't let that stand - but this won't be an easy rescue. Darth Vader wants Luke Skywalker alive. Therefore, Prince Xizor, current head of the criminal organisation Black Sun, wants him dead. Only one of them will prevail. Fortunately, Luke has friends - and a new companion by the name of Dash Rendar.

How do I review this? Just as a book - or the entire multimedia campaign? Well, I suppose this isn't the place to exalt about the accompanying soundtrack (go find it on Spotify!) - or to lament my inability to progress through the game without cheats. But it's worth mentioning the sheer excitement I had for Shadows of the Empire at the time, which ramped up a LOT after I saw the ads on TV.

I remember this book being muuuuch better when I was a kid. But in 1996, I only had the junior novelisation (I was restricted by my meagre pocket money and the meagre offerings at the local K-Mart) and that was a tight story. As an adult novel, which I think I've only read a handful of times, it's not tight enough and wanders all over the place. I now understand the general complaints about Dash Rendar - and have just realised that the version of this character I loved only existed in the adventures I created with his action figure (yes, there were action figures!). Perhaps Perry's over-reliance on cringeworthy comedy was also more palatable when I was younger.

Xizor could have been a really interesting villain. Unfortunately, in order to make him Totally Super Bad We Swear, he was written as a sexual predator who sexually assaults (and no doubt rapes) his conquests. There's no discussion about consent...I mean, this was a different time, but it's reaaaaally not great to read in 2025. The junior novelisation was the best option for me as a child, so I'm thankful I happened upon that first. I wish I still owned a copy.​

Also, why was Leia given nothing to do? Arrghhhh. And don't get me started on the almost complete absence of the actual Rebel Alliance in the storyline.

In short, I no longer love this book. But it did evoke some pleasant childhood memories.

EDIT 25/04/25: I do feel I need to add, given recent canonical events in the IP, that I don't necessarily object to sexual assault and rape being on the page/screen in Star Wars, but I do object to it not being named for what it is. This book failed to do that.​

Princess Leia is on her way to a conference vital to the Rebellion's efforts, accompanied by Luke Skywalker (and, of course, two particular droids). But then a technical malfunction strands them on Mimban - a supposedly uninhabited world on which the Empire has set up an energy mine. Luke and Leia are soon on the hunt for the Kaiburr crystal. Too bad Darth Vader might also want it!

The first ever Legends novel! Published long before Legends was even known as the Expanded Universe. Obviously, there are some inconsistencies with canon (particularly with characterisations and oh God the inkling of incest) but this is a serviceable 1970s sci-fi novel. Foster wrote a story that was typical of the day and doesn't stand out among its peers - that's not to say that it's not entertaining because it is. Unintentionally entertaining, at times; Darth Vader disappears like a Saturday cartoon villain and that was kind of funny.

There are some issues directly due to the book's age. Sexism, of course, though it's the standard stuff from that era. But then there's the racism. I cringed when the indigenous inhabitants of Mimban were depicted as alcoholics. There's a loaded history in that stereotype. And a word that's a slur in my country also made an appearance. I suppose if one was generous, they could argue it's a clumsy attempt to depict the Empire as villainous colonialists.

But I digress... this is an average tale. It's dated. It's limited by the fact that Foster was told to write a sequel that would be cheap to film, in case things went terribly wrong at the box office (spoiler alert: things went very right). But it does the job - and it contains a pulpy spirit that would've made the Flannelled One happy.