In the homes of the wealthy, the rooms of the female members were blind, without windows or doors, open only to the jaunting of intimate members of the family. Thus was morality maintained and chastity defended. But since Olivia Presteign was herself blind to normal sight, she could not jaunte. Consequently her suite was entered through doors closely guarded by ancient retainers in the Presteign clan livery. Olivia Presteign was a glorious albino. Her hair was white silk, her skin was white satin, her nails, her lips, and her eyes were coral. She was beautiful and blind in a wonderful way, for she could see in the infrared only, from 7,500 angstroms to one millimeter wavelengths. She saw heat waves, magnetic fields, radio waves, radar, sonar, and electromagnetic fields. She was holding her Grand Levee in the drawing room of the suite. She sat in a brocaded …
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In the homes of the wealthy, the rooms of the female members were blind, without windows or doors, open only to the jaunting of intimate members of the family. Thus was morality maintained and chastity defended. But since Olivia Presteign was herself blind to normal sight, she could not jaunte. Consequently her suite was entered through doors closely guarded by ancient retainers in the Presteign clan livery. Olivia Presteign was a glorious albino. Her hair was white silk, her skin was white satin, her nails, her lips, and her eyes were coral. She was beautiful and blind in a wonderful way, for she could see in the infrared only, from 7,500 angstroms to one millimeter wavelengths. She saw heat waves, magnetic fields, radio waves, radar, sonar, and electromagnetic fields. She was holding her Grand Levee in the drawing room of the suite. She sat in a brocaded wing chair, sipping tea, guarded by her duenna, holding court, chatting with a dozen men and women standing about the room. She looked like an exquisite statue of marble and coral, her blind eyes flashing as she saw and yet did not see. She saw the drawing room as a pulsating flow of heat emanations ranging from hot highlights to cool shadows. She saw the dazzling magnetic patterns of clocks, phones, lights, and locks. She saw and recognized people by the characteristic heat patterns radiated by their faces and bodies. She saw, around each head, an aura of the faint electromagnetic brain pattern, and sparkling through the heat radiation of each body, the ever-changing tone of muscle and nerve.
What a novel character.
In the homes of the wealthy, the rooms of the female members were blind, without windows or doors, open only to the jaunting of intimate members of the family. Thus was morality maintained and chastity defended. But since Olivia Presteign was herself blind to normal sight, she could not jaunte. Consequently her suite was entered through doors closely guarded by ancient retainers in the Presteign clan livery. Olivia Presteign was a glorious albino. Her hair was white silk, her skin was white satin, her nails, her lips, and her eyes were coral. She was beautiful and blind in a wonderful way, for she could see in the infrared only, from 7,500 angstroms to one millimeter wavelengths. She saw heat waves, magnetic fields, radio waves, radar, sonar, and electromagnetic fields. She was holding her Grand Levee in the drawing room of the suite. She sat in a brocaded …
In the homes of the wealthy, the rooms of the female members were blind, without windows or doors, open only to the jaunting of intimate members of the family. Thus was morality maintained and chastity defended. But since Olivia Presteign was herself blind to normal sight, she could not jaunte. Consequently her suite was entered through doors closely guarded by ancient retainers in the Presteign clan livery. Olivia Presteign was a glorious albino. Her hair was white silk, her skin was white satin, her nails, her lips, and her eyes were coral. She was beautiful and blind in a wonderful way, for she could see in the infrared only, from 7,500 angstroms to one millimeter wavelengths. She saw heat waves, magnetic fields, radio waves, radar, sonar, and electromagnetic fields. She was holding her Grand Levee in the drawing room of the suite. She sat in a brocaded wing chair, sipping tea, guarded by her duenna, holding court, chatting with a dozen men and women standing about the room. She looked like an exquisite statue of marble and coral, her blind eyes flashing as she saw and yet did not see. She saw the drawing room as a pulsating flow of heat emanations ranging from hot highlights to cool shadows. She saw the dazzling magnetic patterns of clocks, phones, lights, and locks. She saw and recognized people by the characteristic heat patterns radiated by their faces and bodies. She saw, around each head, an aura of the faint electromagnetic brain pattern, and sparkling through the heat radiation of each body, the ever-changing tone of muscle and nerve.
What a novel character.
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} wants to read Stand on Zanzibar by John Brunner
Most alarming to me was Brunner’s prophetic ideas of “muckers” those people who have run amok and go on mass murder killing sprees. Brunner’s vision is not without hope, but his predictions fall too close to home to go without notice, and hopefully, with some contemplation.
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} wants to read Non-stop by Brian W. Aldiss
The synopsis at https://web.archive.org/web/20230929081901/https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/384579.Non_Stop#:~:text=Curiosity%20was%20discouraged,of%20a%20primitive.:
Curiosity was discouraged in the Greene tribe. Its members lived out their lives in cramped Quarters, hacking away at the encroaching ponics. As to where they were - that was forgotten. Roy Complain decides to find out. With the renegade priest Marapper, he moves into unmapped territory, where they make a series of discoveries which turn their universe upside-down... Non-Stop is the classic SF novel of discovery and exploration; a brilliant evocation of a familiar setting seen through the eyes of a primitive.
...is rationale enough.
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} wants to read Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
www.goodreads.com/review/show/343830157 worries me (although it being poorly formatted reduces my confidence in its author) yet web.archive.org/web/20240401000000*/goodreads.com/book/show/5129.Brave_New_World#CommunityReviews is 4.5 stars.
The Globalization of World Politics was more enjoyable than this book.
Heart-wrenching and introspective.
4 stars
I rarely decipher with any confidence what an author intends to convey via their fiction. However, I understand that this novel is a warning regarding the apparent solvency of society based upon humanity's history, and the need for utmost care when considering the processes by which society functions. It as importantly demonstrates the need for difficult choices to uphold that ideal, but the consequences of those choices. Its original novel form is incredible.
Heart-wrenching and introspective.
4 stars
I rarely decipher with any confidence what an author intends to convey via their fiction. However, I understand that this novel is a warning regarding the apparent solvency of society based upon humanity's history, and the need for utmost care when considering the processes by which society functions. It as importantly demonstrates the need for difficult choices to uphold that ideal, but the consequences of those choices. Its original novel form is incredible.
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} rated From the New World: 4 stars
From the New World by 貴志祐介
From the New World (Japanese: 新世界より, Hepburn: Shin Sekai Yori) is a Japanese novel by Yusuke Kishi, originally published in …
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} rated From the New World: 2 stars
From the New World by 貴志祐介
From the New World (Japanese: 新世界より, Hepburn: Shin Sekai Yori) is a Japanese novel by Yusuke Kishi, originally published in …
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} rated From the New World: 4 stars
From the New World by 貴志祐介
From the New World (Japanese: 新世界より, Hepburn: Shin Sekai Yori) is a Japanese novel by Yusuke Kishi, originally published in …
`{third: "Beedell", first: "Roke"}`{.JSON5} stopped reading The World Inside by Robert Silverberg
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1333053972
Robert A. Heinlein demonstrated (time and again) that you can be a dirty old man and still get by, but when you get weird, you’re just creepy and the creep factor negatively effects your writing. In 1966 someone should have said to him, “Bob, you’re sexually free and you’re all about the ladies being wild and free too, got it, but you wrote some great fiction back in the day before the thick shag rugs and the hot tub parties … so take it easy on the porn, huh? And for God’s sake DO NOT order another round of oysters, I mean what the hell??” So we come to Robert Silverberg’s 1971 The World Inside. I’ve read a lot of Silverberg and he is a very sexually oriented writer, and this is the most sexually explicit of his novels I have read thus far (read in July 2015 – …
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1333053972
Robert A. Heinlein demonstrated (time and again) that you can be a dirty old man and still get by, but when you get weird, you’re just creepy and the creep factor negatively effects your writing. In 1966 someone should have said to him, “Bob, you’re sexually free and you’re all about the ladies being wild and free too, got it, but you wrote some great fiction back in the day before the thick shag rugs and the hot tub parties … so take it easy on the porn, huh? And for God’s sake DO NOT order another round of oysters, I mean what the hell??” So we come to Robert Silverberg’s 1971 The World Inside. I’ve read a lot of Silverberg and he is a very sexually oriented writer, and this is the most sexually explicit of his novels I have read thus far (read in July 2015 – have not yet gotten to Up the Line, but “I heard things”). Silverberg was writing in the sixties and it was, no doubt, very liberating to be able to describe – sex. We all do it; it’s a big fun part of life, and so why not in science fiction? Indeed, why not? Until it gets in the way of, and deteriorates from, an otherwise really cool book. For me it was just too much, over the top, in your face page after page pornography. And I certainly do not want to come across as a prude – something that has NEVER before come up, I don’t think – but he could have taken a different tack, left some film on the editor’s floor to avoid the X rating and still had a damn fine novel that was not taken over by the Ron Jeremyesque saxophone solos.