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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It was an age of freaks, monsters, and grotesques. All the world was misshapen
in marvelous and malevolent ways. The Classicists and Romantics who hated it
were unaware of the potential greatness of the twenty-fifth century. They were ...
Baker's Freak Factory occupied a round brick threestory building that had once
been the roundhouse in a suburban railway yard before jaunting ended the need
for suburban railroads. The ancient ivy-covered roundhouse was alongside the ...
"Because you're all different. You're not lemmings. Some must lead, and hope
that the rest will follow." "Who leads?" "The men who must . . . driven men,
compelled men." "Freak men." "You're all freaks, sir. But you always have been
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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