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In the 1950s, he returned to prose, publishing a number of short stories and two
brilliant, seminal novels, The Demolished Man (which was the first winner of the
Hugo Award for Best Novel) and The Stars My Destination. In the late 1950s, ...
broke off, and seconds later he heard her calling Kingston Hospital, using a
guarded voice. “Let her start explaining about the stars," Reich muttered, halfway
between anger and terror. He finished his toilette and came out into the bedroom.
“The stars are gone." Sycophantic laugh. “It's not supposed to be a joke,” Reich
said. “The stars are gone." “If it ain't a joke, it needs explaining," the driver said. “
What the hell are stars?" A blasting reply trembled on Reich's lips. Before it could
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I was set to give this story five stars throughout most of the book, but the ending threw me off. Way off.
The majority of the story is a detective story; we follow a crime from the angle of the perpetrator, and the investigating police officer. The caper is made all that much more exciting by the existence of people with esp, known as peepers, of which our investigator is one, and our perpetrator is not. A thrilling game of mouse and peeper cat made the book a quick read, and fun to follow. The inclusion of the catchy lyrics the perpetrator has purposely stuck in his head to keep himself from leaking his crime to the psychics around him interspersed throughout the dialog and action was a great touch that really increased the tension through certain parts of the story.
The conclusion however, I felt turned suddenly to a different tone altogether. The plot became less understandable, and the ending somewhat preachy. I suddenly got the impression that the author wrote the whole book as a means to state the exposition. Five stars until the last thirty pages or so.