Abbey's good intentions remain intact, but his farcical skills show considerable signs of wear and tear in this little...

READ REVIEW

GOOD NEWS

Abbey's good intentions remain intact, but his farcical skills show considerable signs of wear and tear in this little futurist us-against-them fable. In the not-so-distant yet-to-be, scarcity-plagued American society has choked on itself and has promptly disintegrated. The cities are wrecks. A fascist called The Chief dreams of total power: ""Hands clasped behind his back, he gazes up at the crown of Heaven --Corona Borealis--directly overhead. Those inaccessible realms. Inaccessible? he thinks. We shall see."" And he has in fact developed an army in a Western city which is opposed only by a small band of liberal guerrillas who snipe and play a single, rescued LP copy of Beethoven's Fifth as an anthem. These good guys, however, are soon joined by a motley band from the hinterlands--accidentally assembled, but unanimously opposed to The Chief's brutal army--which consists of a barmaid, a crusty old rancher, a powerful Harvard-educated Indian shaman, and a few other piously acceptable counterculture types. They set havoc in motion, twice escaping death at the hands of The Chief's men by the Indian's magical interventions. . . . There's not a great deal of difference between this and Abbey's last novel, The Monkey Wrench Gang (1975), despite the future-will-be-worse angle. This time, however, the adventure is unexciting, and the 1960s-ish attitudes have become shufflingly automatic. Very small beer.

Pub Date: Oct. 20, 1980

ISBN: 0452265657

Page Count: -

Publisher: Dutton

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1980

Close Quickview