One
of the problems with older science fiction novels is how dated some of
their assumptions about the future can be. In the big picture here,
Bester misses feminism. In the smaller, he misses tattoo removal.
Getting past those points, this is a fantastic classic novel that's been
hailed as one of the forerunners of cyberpunk.
Bester's
protagonist is Gully Foyle, who in one of the anticipations of the
cyberpunk movement, is not a savory character. He's introduced as a
mediocre worker, who after being stranded in space, decides to take
revenge on the ship that failed to pick him up, rather than the
crew of the ship. He has to have this explained to him by someone he
meets in prison. He's also an unrepentant killer, a rapist, and a
manipulative bastard. It's nice to have an antihero in a novel written
in the 50s -- it would be too easy to have the protagonist be a big,
bouncing Boy Scout, working to overthrow a corrupt system. But this
isn't a corrupt system -- it's not a pleasant one, but it;s not a
dystopia or a tyranny.
One of the conceits The Stars My Destination
is that teleportation has been discovered, within limits -- it's not a
technological breakthrough, but rather unlocking part of the human
mind/subconscious to will oneself hundreds of miles (a theme similar to
Bester's other classic novel, The Demolished Man, in which
telepathy is unlocked in a like manner). However, although humanity has
spread to outer space, teleportation is only possible on a planet, and
only if the destination (and departure point) are well known to the
individual. So the very rich keep themselves isolated in labyrinthine
mansions, prisons are kept dark to prevent prisoners becoming familiar
with the area, etc. Large corporations controlled by families have
massive influence, and new social structure -- one man huffily insists
"There are thousands of Presteigns. All are addressed as 'Mister'. But I
am Presteign of Presteign, head of house and sept, first of the family,
chieftain of the clan. I am addressed as 'Presteign'. Not 'Mister
Presteign'. Presteign."
There is a lot to like about The Stars My Destination,
but by far the worst part about it is the dialogue -- it's very clunky,
and the characterization often isn't too much better. Some of this can
be chalked up to not having the freedom to address sexual issues or
themes the way later sci-fi writers would be able to, but the majority
has to fall on Bester. Luckily, the novel is strong enough to be
exemplary even with these flaws. Recommended without reservation.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
The Stars My Destination
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