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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Mars St. Michele was a fortress of telepathy. Within it lived Mars's sole full
telepath, Sigurd Magsman. "Now these are the defenses protecting Sigurd Mags-
man," Foyle chanted, halfway between hysteria and litany. "Firstly, the Solar
"Hello, Sigurd," Foyle said. The child began to cry. "Crybaby! What are you afraid
of? I'm not going to hurt you." "You're a bad man with a bad face." "I'm your friend,
Sigurd." "No, you're not. You want me to do b-bad things. " "I'm your friend.
"Bluejaunte," he muttered. "Olivia. No. Not. Never. Olivia. I—" He felt a hand reach
for his. "Jiz?" he croaked. He became aware that Sigurd Magsman was holding
on to his hand and weeping. He picked the boy up. "/ hurt, " Sigurd whimpered.
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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