What incredible news for another generation of science fiction
fans. Ever since I first read this novel, more than twenty-five
years ago, I have always included it in my own "Top 10" list.
This is rich tale of revenge and redemption set in a well-sketched,
complex future society, bouyed by enough semi-hard SF to mask [pun
intended] plot origins in Dumas, "The Stars My Destination" is a
catching page-turner for a captive afternoon's enjoyment. THIS
is one science fiction novel that would be a great movie.
Arnold, are you listening?
The central figure, Gulliver Foyle, floats through his life on the
bottom of his society's ladder, until, under duress, he exhibits a
skill that transforms him, and his society. In the process, he
loses himself, his freedom, his heart and his humanity, in an
excruciating series of incidents and challenges, ultimately finding
simple love and simple human bonds are the true steel of existence.
And society's beauties/norms/conventions may in truth be ugly.
As would be typical of almost all novels from this era, the future
society lacks obvious modern touches, but, overall, this book will
have aged well. The S-F, rockets/space travel, planetary colonies,
and the like are merely stage dressing for a psychological adventure.
But don't worry, this isn't a psychobabble baby story. We should
hate and despise Foyle, yet but the tale's end we are
cheering him on. Since, "feeling his pain," we undergo the
same transformation, and the stars are truly our destination.
Can I say enough? They don't make them like this anymore.