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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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. I'm South-900.
"Who's illiterate?" "You are," Jisbella answered firmly. "I have to talk gutter a you
half the time, me." "I can read and write." "And that's about all . . . which means
that outside of brute strength you'll be useless." "Talk sense, you," he said angrily.
They have their own talk, their own jokes, their own manners. If a man wants to
be accepted by them he's got to talk their language. I can't, but you can. You'll talk
for me, through my mouth . . ." "But you could learn." "No. It would take too long.
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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