Here are the rest of the books my fiancé purchased for me while on her vacation from my “to acquire” master list. I’m having a lot of fun reading White’s All Judgement Fled (1969) so I can’t wait to read The Dream Millennium (1973)—and, who can resist overpopulation themed SF? More Sheckley stories…. always good. A St. Clair novel and short story collection + more Zelazny.
Have you read any of them? Thoughts?
1. The Dream Millennium, James White (1973)
(John Berkley’s cover for the 1974 edition)
From the back cover: “Earth was a polluted, dying planet. Violence was rampant and civilization was doomed. If Man was to survive, John Devlin had to find him a new home somewhere in the galaxy. He had 1,000 years to look—and 1,000 years to dream. But all his dreams were nightmares…”
2. Shards of Space, Robert Sheckley (1962)
(Hoot von Zitzewitz’s cover for the 1962 edition)
From the back cover of a later edition: “The whole universe from Earth outward was trying to get Man. Only his brain (when it works) can help him when the machines break and the systems fail. Here is Sheckley’s dizzying expedition to the challenging, fascinating frontiers of experience.”
3. Roadmarks, Roger Zelazny (1979)
(Darrell K. Sweet’s cover for the 1979 edition)
From the back cover: “The last exit to Babylon. The Road runs from the unimaginable past to the far future, and those who travel it have access to the turnoffs leading to all times and timestreams of histories that never happened. Why the Dragons of Bel’kwinith made the Road—or who they are—no one knows. But the Road has always been there, for those who know how to find it, and always will be!”
4. Message from the Eocene / Three Worlds of Futurity, Margaret St. Clair (1964)
(Jack Gaughan’s cover for the 1964 edition)
From the inside flap of Message from the Eocene: “LEGACY OF A LOST RACE. His name was Thrag, but he was not any life form we know today. He lived so long ago that the plant Earth had not yet shaped itself. Lava seas roiled and churned, volcanoes spouted and grew, and heavy clouds hung in the hydrogen atmosphere, leaving the planet’ surface dark and dangerous. On the world Tharg met his death, or something very much like it. He became disembodied, totally nonphysical intelligence, cut off from all contact with the life he had known. He “slept” for hundreds of millions of years, unconnected with the world, unthinking, hardly existing. But then he began to awake—for there was new life on Earth, creatures called “human,” and Thargm knowing an ancient promise from the stars, had to tell them of it. But…how?”
From the inside flap of Three Worlds of Futurity: “CHILDREN OF THE SUN. On Venus: An ancient and powerful Venusian race finds its ultimate evolution—but can they accept it?
On Mars: The people of the Fourth Planet are eminently reasonable in all things—except for the cult of the Second Martian Pig, for which “fanatic” would be entirely too reasonable a word.
And on Earth: On the unknown world of one or ten centuries from now, the strangest stories of all become haunting, fascinating reality, as one of science fiction’s most imaginative writers shows us that human beings are, after all, the most alien of creatures…”