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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Foyle left the galley where he was sullenly heating coffee, and kicked back to the
bathroom. He floated in after Jisbel- la and wedged himself into the alcove before
the washbasin mirror. Jisbella braced herself on the basin, opened an ether ...
Foyle held a sheaf of bank notes before the hysterical man's face. "I'll pay for the
information. Fifty thousand. Analogue for the rest of your life. Who gave the order
to let me die, Forrest? Who?" The man smote the bank notes from Foyle's hand, ...
he exclaimed. "What? Who?" Sheffield demanded. "Don't you know him, Chief?"
Bunny stammered. 'That's Fourmyle of Ceres. Gully Foyle." More than a year ago,
Regis Sheffield had been hypnotically fulminated and triggered for this moment ...
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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