Warning: Although this the action of this book is set on Mars, it could just as easily have taken place in one of the desert communities around Los Angeles. The real action takes place inside the minds of the characters. If you're looking for all the external trappings of interplanetary Sci-Fi, you will be deeply disappointed. Approach it with an open mind, and you will be richly rewarded. What happens when one of the most powerful men on the planet Mars finds that real-estate speculators are intent on gobbling up the remote and seemingly worthless Franklin D Roosevelt mountains? Naturally he wants to find out why. A casual conversation with a psychologist followed by a chance encounter with a master repairman leads to one of those Dickian leaps: Since (1) autistic children do not respond to others because they are living in the future, (2) just build a machine to slow down time and (3) maybe even use it to go back in time and retroactively post a claim on the land before the speculators do. Well, the mechanism works, in a way. The speculators were proposing to build giant apartment blocks to help relieve overcrowding on polluted Earth. The autistic boy, Manfred Steiner, sees much further, however, to the time the apartment block would become a warehouse for the sick and dying, a "tomb world," of which he himself is a denizen. Manfred's visions have a way of bending the reality of those around him; he persistently retreats to a vision of reality as "gubble" -- entropy seen as large wormlike constructs that underlie reality, leading to pure "gubbish." MARTIAN TIME-SLIP is one of my favorite Philip K Dicks. (The problem is that I like all 15 or so I've read more or less equally.) Reading Philip K Dick tends to bend your sense of reality much as Manfred Steiner does. And one can't help looking over one's shoulder for a few hours after reading him. I see Dick as not so much a science fiction writer as a creator of disturbing and eerily plausible futures.
Escaped Germline soldiers need to be cleaned up, and Stan Resnick is the
best man for the job. A job that takes him to every dark spot and every
rat hole he can find.
Operatives from China and Unified Korea
are gathering escaped or stolen Russian and American genetics, and there
are reports of new biological nightmares: half-human things, bred to
live their entire lives encased in powered armor suits.
fights to keep himself alive and out of prison while he attempts to
capture a genetic, one who will be able to tell them everything they
need to know about this new threat, the one called "Project Sunshine."
is the third and final volume of The Subterrene War Trilogy which tells
the story of a single war from the perspective of three different
Myon Two enforcer ships are on the brink of capturing Sabre, Tassin and the two friends who are helping them return to Omega Five in an old freighter, and all seems lost. Sabre sends a universal distress message in a last ditch bid to save Tassin from Cybercorp, but the gigantic ship that appears in answer to his call is an Overlord, and worse still, it is the Spider Lord…
"Moxyland does lots of things, masterfully, that lots of sf never even guesses that it could be doing." - William Gibson, author of Neuromancer
"The world Beukes has invented is both eerily familiar and creepily different." - Cosmopolitan
"This fast-paced sci-fi trip has intriguing characters, big ideas, a new lexicon and... serves as a global warning." - GQ
"You don't have to be an SF aficionado to love this novel that is fast, brimming with original ideas and deadly serious." - Mail & Guardian
"George Orwell's 1984 meets Bladerunner. Lauren Beukes breaks new literary ground with effortless hipness." --Margie Orford, author of *Like Clockwork
*"...full of unselfconscious spiky originality, the larval form of a new kind of SF munching its way out of the intestines of the wasp-paralysed caterpillar of cyberpunk." - Charles Stross
"A technicolor jazzy rollercoaster ride into a dazzling hell." - Andre Brink
"Beukes's stunningly original sci-fi thriller chills and thrills to the last breath" - Heat Magazine, South Africa (July 2008)
"Lauren Beukes bleeds her characters of color as effectively as the smear masks they wear for anonymity, not for simple provocation, but to warn of the self-replicating nature of segregation." - Brendan Byrne, *The Brooklyn Rail
"[Moxyland*] is recommended for what might very well be the emergence of a major new science-fiction author. -Alan Cranis, www.bookgasm.com
"After the first hundred pages, I would have to say that reading Moxyland is like riding backward very fast in a convertible." - J. Robert King
What's really going on? Who's really in charge? You have NO. FKING. IDEA.*
A frighteningly persuasive, high-tech fable, this novel follows the lives of four narrators living in an alternative futuristic Cape Town, South Africa. An art-school dropout, and AIDS baby, a tech-activist and an RPG-obsessed blogger live in a world where your online identity is at least as important as your physical one. Getting disconnected is a punishment worse than imprisonment, but someone's got to stand up to Government Inc. - whatever the cost. Taking hedonistic trends in society to their ultimate conclusions, this tale paints anything but a forecasted utopia, satirically undermining the reified idea of progress as society's white knight.
Hier kommt die Flut ... In Europa sind ganze Länder überschwemmt, der Katastrophentourismus blüht. Crack war Popcorn gegen die neuen Alien-Drogen. Das World Wide Web ist längst abgeschaltet. In Hamburg setzt eine junge Reisende den Fuß an Land: Skadi aus dem Reich des ewigen Eises, randvoll mit Neugier und stillem Charisma. Ihre Töne sind hell, voller Fragen - nicht wund und düster wie die Songs von Blue, schwermütiger Gitarrist der Rockband Bladerunner. Nicht hart und grimmig wie Sunshine, Anführerin der Berliner Tunnel-Soldaten. Nicht zynisch-überdreht wie der Straßenschlaue Nachwuchshacker Wiesel. Skadi, Blue, Sunshine und die anderen - niemand von ihnen hat eine Mission, alle wollen bloß überleben und gelegentlich die abscheulichen Vierfinger ärgern, die sich auf der Erde breit machen ...