The stars my destination
In this pulse-quickening novel, Alfred Bester imagines a future in which people "jaunte" a thousand miles with a single thought, where the rich barricade themselves in labyrinths and protect themselves with radioactive hit men--and where an inarticulate outcast is the most valuable and dangerous man alive.
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"Blue Jauntes. Every sometime a guy gets fed up with old Jeffrey. Can't take it no
more, him. Jauntes into the wild blue yonder." "Jesus." "Yep. Don't know where
they are, them. Don't know where they're going. Blue Jaunte into the dark . . . and
"Blue Jaunte! My God, this must be real. You're talking the gutter lingo. You must
be real. Who are you?" "Gully Foyle." "But you're not in my cell. You're not even
near. Men are in the north quadrant of Gouffre Martel. Women are in the south.
"Christ!" he exclaimed in sudden panic. "Another Blue Jaunte. I—" "No," Robin
said. "I don't know what blue jaunte is, but that's the Proving Ground. They—" She
looked up at Foyle's face and screamed. The unexpected shock of the explosion
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This book was published in 1956 – a time when traveling to the moon would still be science fiction for quite a few years. Many of its ideas were astonishing then and its plot of blind revenge ... Read full review