A book about men, not Man—well, that's a bit extreme. The women characters are negligible except for little Jane the psychomechanical prodigy. I really couldn't fathom Ironsmith's psyche, but perhaps that's a good thing. Aside from the excessive use of adjectives and adverbs—nearly every verb and noun had at least one modifier—and the terrible copy-editing, this editor dude (i.e., i) raced through the prose, eager to ingest it all quickly. It was a touching story, and I felt its power linger for hours into a group celebration for my girlfriend's (now wife's) birthday party. However, a happy ending equates to failure in my eyes. Clay Forrester really impressed me. The concept of "psychophysics" was intriguing, okay.
I'm in the omnivore stage as described in Hartwell's 1st chapter of Age of Wonders—AGAIN! I swear I'll read every classic (sf book) before I'm done.
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Sep '09: I discovered a bunch of my What Do I Read Next? reviews from the mid-90s when I was on a serious SF-canon reading tear (and, apparently, averse to capital letters).
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Setting: 2950 AD or thereabout, on a planet 100 light years from Earth
Characters:
Dr. Clay Forester, an astrophysicist at Starmont Observatory and the man in charge of the "Manhattan Project"-like goings-on there.
Jane Carter, a little girl capable of teleportation, telekinesis, and tele-you-name-it.
Frank Ironsmith, a technician in the labs at Starmont.
Mark White, a philosopher and the leader of the resistance against the Humanoids.
Plot summary:
Clay Forester has spent his life devoted to science, not to his wife. His world is embroiled in an arms struggle with the Triplanet Powers (never seen), partly because of his discovery of rhodomagnetism, a form of energy more powerful than electromagnetism and therefore more useful in a war between planets. Meanwhile, the Humanoids, developed by a scientist on another planet to prevent humans from ever harming themselves in any way, arrive on Forester's world to stop the war. Then things really go crazy as the Humanoids drug anyone who is not "happy" and personally escort everyone else to ensure they don't even stub a toe. Jailed by kindness, Forester joins Mark White's rebels and the adventure begins. As in many war science fictions, the conflict leads to humanity reaching new levels of achievement, in this case by fully exercising their psychomechanical powers.
Comments:
Bleak, my man, bleak. The science seems quaint and the characters are very 1950s 1940s (thanks to Kernos for the correction: June 2011). For example, Forester and his wife sleep in twin beds. Whether the service of the Humanoids is beyond reproach or not seems to be the basic question Williamson tries to work out.
Though I feel this is a bit harsh, still the book is about men, not Man. Also, I must add that Williamson's prose started off rather purple. The first paragraph: "The granite-faced sergeant of the gate detail found her standing outside the tall steel fence, looking up at him with timid, imploring eyes. She was a grimy little waif, in a cheap yellow dress. Her bare brown feet were shuffling uncomfortably on the hot asphalt, and he first thought she had come to beg for something to eat."