The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester is a scifi classic, and most of those don’t work for me. This one was better than average, but I still felt like I was in a weird dream. I have a low tolerance for people behaving horribly and/or stupidly at the moment, which is certainly part of it. I enjoyed the exploration of what the power of personal teleportation at a whim would do to society, and I laughed at the outrageously absurd parts of the novel, but the middle part felt like a drag, not due to lack of action, but due to the characters being weird/horrible/stupid or alternating between those three in rapid succession.
The Stars My Destination
|author:||Alfred Bester (1955)|
|rating:||★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆|