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. Maybe it’s just that my tolerance for people behaving horribly and/or stupidly is pretty low at the moment. 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:||★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆|
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