In Jablokov’s (Nimbus, 1993, etc.) far-future, numerous alien species with their starspanning “deepdrives” are active in the solar system; humankind, lacking any deepdrive of its own, schemes desperately to acquire one. On Earth, various groups vie for possession of powerful Ulyani placental minds; on Mercury, insect-like Gunners launch bargeloads of radioactive materials into the sun in a vain attempt to contact their missing mothership; on Venus, the only Vronnan to enter human space, the criminal outcast Ripi, has taken refuge in a vast well excavated by the planet-chewing Bgarth. Also lurking in the well are Tiber, the sole survivor of an expedition sent to capture Ripi and force him to reveal the secret of the deepdrive, and Bgarth-imitating human Guts, while on the surface, Enforcement & Joy (the cops)are dug in to do combat against raiders. Another attempt to grab Ripi will be mounted by a group led by Soph Trost and her intelligent, self-mobile, armed-to-the-zipper-teeth luggage. Ripi, a terrier- sized male (Vronnan females are huge) and former high-ranking Clan officer, rejected his fate (his body would have been destroyed as his memories, both personal and racial, were distributed among his offspring) and fled. But now his daughter Sukh, denied status because of her memorylessness, intends to hunt him down. Soph and her associates, however, don’t know that Tiber is Sukh’s collaborator: soon enough they’ll find they’ve embarked on a journey where nothing is what it appears, and everybody has their own agenda. Astonishing, hypercomplicated, semi-surreal, with a hatful of ingeniously realized aliens shimmering beneath a delightfully sustained aura of black-comic paranoia.

Pub Date: Aug. 5, 1998

ISBN: 0-380-97636-6

Page Count: 320

Publisher: Eos/HarperCollins

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1998

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A strict report, worthy of sympathy.


A violent surfacing of adolescence (which has little in common with Tarkington's earlier, broadly comic, Seventeen) has a compulsive impact.

"Nobody big except me" is the dream world of Holden Caulfield and his first person story is down to the basic, drab English of the pre-collegiate. For Holden is now being bounced from fancy prep, and, after a vicious evening with hall- and roommates, heads for New York to try to keep his latest failure from his parents. He tries to have a wild evening (all he does is pay the check), is terrorized by the hotel elevator man and his on-call whore, has a date with a girl he likes—and hates, sees his 10 year old sister, Phoebe. He also visits a sympathetic English teacher after trying on a drunken session, and when he keeps his date with Phoebe, who turns up with her suitcase to join him on his flight, he heads home to a hospital siege. This is tender and true, and impossible, in its picture of the old hells of young boys, the lonesomeness and tentative attempts to be mature and secure, the awful block between youth and being grown-up, the fright and sickness that humans and their behavior cause the challenging, the dramatization of the big bang. It is a sorry little worm's view of the off-beat of adult pressure, of contemporary strictures and conformity, of sentiment….

A strict report, worthy of sympathy.

Pub Date: June 15, 1951

ISBN: 0316769177

Page Count: -

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1951

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Britisher Swift's sixth novel (Ever After, 1992 etc.) and fourth to appear here is a slow-to-start but then captivating tale of English working-class families in the four decades following WW II. When Jack Dodds dies suddenly of cancer after years of running a butcher shop in London, he leaves a strange request—namely, that his ashes be scattered off Margate pier into the sea. And who could better be suited to fulfill this wish than his three oldest drinking buddies—insurance man Ray, vegetable seller Lenny, and undertaker Vic, all of whom, like Jack himself, fought also as soldiers or sailors in the long-ago world war. Swift's narrative start, with its potential for the melodramatic, is developed instead with an economy, heart, and eye that release (through the characters' own voices, one after another) the story's humanity and depth instead of its schmaltz. The jokes may be weak and self- conscious when the three old friends meet at their local pub in the company of the urn holding Jack's ashes; but once the group gets on the road, in an expensive car driven by Jack's adoptive son, Vince, the story starts gradually to move forward, cohere, and deepen. The reader learns in time why it is that no wife comes along, why three marriages out of three broke apart, and why Vince always hated his stepfather Jack and still does—or so he thinks. There will be stories of innocent youth, suffering wives, early loves, lost daughters, secret affairs, and old antagonisms—including a fistfight over the dead on an English hilltop, and a strewing of Jack's ashes into roiling seawaves that will draw up feelings perhaps unexpectedly strong. Without affectation, Swift listens closely to the lives that are his subject and creates a songbook of voices part lyric, part epic, part working-class social realism—with, in all, the ring to it of the honest, human, and true.

Pub Date: April 5, 1996

ISBN: 0-679-41224-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 1996

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