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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"Why didn't you send in a telepath to work me over?" "A telepath? Be reasonable,
Foyle. There aren't ten full telepaths in all the Inner Planets. Their time is
earmarked for the next ten years. We couldn't persuade one to interrupt his
"Ah? You're a telepath, Miss Wednesbury? How is that possible? I thought I knew
every telepath in the system." "I'm not a full telepath. I'm a telesend I can only
send . . . not receive. " "Which, of course, makes you worthless to the world. I see.
I'm Sigurd the telepath. You wouldn't dare." "Sonny, I'm Gully Foyle, Solar Enemy
Number One. I'm just a step away from the finish of a year-long hunt . . . I'm risking
my neck because I need you to settle accounts with a son of a bitch who— ...
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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