It was a scary time the disease killed so many in the early years it was a death sentence, compared to today when we have famous people like Magic Johnson who have lived with the disease for twenty years. It is written as a series of journals entries by four witnesses close to the events during the last years of the Plague in question. In 1966 he moved to San Francisco, then to Los Angeles, and now lives in Paris. The number of hot-takes and crazy ideas per page are off the charts. For the most part this is just a strange bizarro political sci-fi novel that deserves more attention then it has gotten.
I think this saved the book, since it is still readable now. That may also be this book's biggest weakness, since it makes it feel somewhat dated. None the less without ever using the A-word Spinrad delivers a truly underrated masterpiece of totally bonkers political speculative fiction. Presented with a fictional introduction dated as from 2143 in a place called Luna City. The conclusions and ideas contained in this novel are by their nature confrontational and at times scary and gross. I think the implication Spinrad was going for that these journal entries were compiled far in the future. That may also be this book's biggest weakness, since it makes it feel somewhat dated.
There is a great deal of sex and violence, but very little world-building, imagery, symbolism or description. And there is a fictional preface, from a person even further out in the future; this person comes from a civilization worthy of the name. La vie continue titre v. The prime message in the story is not to fear the unknown but to love the known. It is in the tradition of political science fiction like the Handmaid's Tale that takes extreme paths of speculation to make a point.
Anyway, okay, that's not my main problem. A collection of short stories from the acclaimed author of 'Bug Jack Barron'. The world of the future is in a lot of trouble. A sexual mercenary condemned to death as a foot soldier in the Army of the Living Dead; a scientist who's devoted his whole life to destroying the viru The Plague's origins were mysterious, but its consequences were all too obvious: quarantined cities, safe-sex machines, Sex Police, the outlawing of old-fashioned love. It attests to Spinrad's writing skill that each person communicates in a different 'voice'--after all, the writing of a young, liberal minded female would be different from the writing of a religious Right politician. I think the implication Spinrad was going for that these journal entries were compiled far in the future. Here Spinrad writes of a future threatened by a sexually transmitted disease that started in Africa worked its way through the gay and drug communities and now is at large in the general population.
Presented with a fictional introduction dated as from 2143 in a place called Luna City. In tone and execution it was a lot like one of the many Zombie books out now, but pretty much all of the action was instrumental to the plot, and the characters, while certainly not complex, were interesting enough to keep the reader involved. He was Clear Blue Lou, perfect master of the Clear Blue Way, at one with the law of muscle, sun, wind and water governing Aquaria. The Plague's origins were mysterious, but its consequences were all too obvious: quarantined cities, safe-sex machines, Sex Police, the outlawing of old-fashioned love. A sexual mercenary condemned to death as a foot soldier in the Army of the Living Dead; a scientist who's devoted his whole life to destroying the virus and now discovers he has only ten weeks to succeed; a God-fearing fundamentalist on his way to the presidency before he accepts a higher calling; and a young infected coed from Berkeley on a bizarre crusade to save the world with a new religion of carnal abandon. Caustically satirical in tone, sharp in style, and getting at the throat of an issue that, while it has partially diminished its threat from the 80s, remains a threat to humanity at large, the novella is as readable today as it was twenty-five years ago.
I don't think so: it isn't incomplete or sketchy, just very short and unfrilly. Whereas Moorcock started his career with fast-paced, closely plotted and high octane fantasies, Spinrad started off with that kind of science fiction, culminating with the tremendously dark and unforgiving classic, The Men in the Jungle. Μου φάνηκε όμως ότι έχει αναπτυχθεί πολύ πρόχειρα και επιφανειακά και η γλώσσα πολύ φτωχή, ίσως να φταίει η μετάφραση. I'm easy to please that way, and it let me overlook the somewhat silly ending. Who would have the courage? Four people hold the fate of humanity in their hands. The most basic and best science fiction stories are those that take a current condition and extrapolate to the future.
But there are some major issues that, on reflection, knock this book down to a 2, maybe a high 2 but still a 2, in my estimation. You must be bold and you must care about the afflicted. I am aware that has a weird male wish fulfillment to it, but I got over that. Street Meat: In New York City, streeties, zonies and subway cannibals are locked in a nighmarish scrabble for rat meat, sex - and survival. Don't bother tracking this one down. B drunkenly spills the whole story to his wife, who understandably decides he's a raving, disease-riddled lunatic and declines to have unprotected sex with her. That much is pretty obvious from the beginning.
It is a pessimistic novel that also sees the drug companies suppressing a cure, and a congressman with a plan to nuke the free-love Bay area. Stay tuned for a bonus episode of Dickheads about this novel featuring Longtime activist and journalist Mark Conlon. But an introduction from someone who lives on the Moon in 2143 seems a bit much, unnecessary--and surely there are better places to aim for than that, if we're going to leave Earth. The conclusions and ideas contained in this novel are by their nature confrontational and at times scary and gross. Did anyone else even touch this issue? As the story races ahead, all of these characters converge together to a delightfully melodramatic conclusion.
The Bad News Is they've wired themselves and the station with enough high explosives. It's engaging, and I got to the end before the major judgment kicked in. It is better to be rich. He married fellow novelist in 1990; they divorced in 2005. In 1957 he entered City College of New York and graduated in 1961 with a Bachelor of Science degree as a pre-law major.