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Muddle Earth
Announcing the Tourist Experience that is the talk of the galaxy!
Meet:
The cryogenic resurrectee Rinpoche Gibbs. He's not surprised to awaken in the twenty-fourth century, cured of cancer. He is, however, very surprised by everything else…
The incredibly beautiful Nixy Anangaranga-Jones, who may or may not be haunted by ghosts, but to whom the unexpected always happens…
The Yelignese Cheif Bureaucrat—the Esteemed Thingitude in charge of restoring Earth who can't quite grasp what human history is all about…
Spotch from the planet Trigon, whose trip to Earth really did cost an arm and a leg…
The amazing Cardinal Numbernine and Her Wiliness Pope Joan II—religion may be gone, but the churchwill endure forever…
The adolescent Sherlock Holmes and his Biker Street Irregulars…
Meet:
The cryogenic resurrectee Rinpoche Gibbs. He's not surprised to awaken in the twenty-fourth century, cured of cancer. He is, however, very surprised by everything else…
The incredibly beautiful Nixy Anangaranga-Jones, who may or may not be haunted by ghosts, but to whom the unexpected always happens…
The Yelignese Cheif Bureaucrat—the Esteemed Thingitude in charge of restoring Earth who can't quite grasp what human history is all about…
Spotch from the planet Trigon, whose trip to Earth really did cost an arm and a leg…
The amazing Cardinal Numbernine and Her Wiliness Pope Joan II—religion may be gone, but the churchwill endure forever…
The adolescent Sherlock Holmes and his Biker Street Irregulars…
276 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published August 4, 1993
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About the author
John Brunner
573 books486 followersJohn Brunner was born in Preston Crowmarsh, near Wallingford in Oxfordshire, and went to school at St Andrew's Prep School, Pangbourne, then to Cheltenham College. He wrote his first novel, Galactic Storm, at 17, and published it under the pen-name Gill Hunt, but he did not start writing full-time until 1958. He served as an officer in the Royal Air Force from 1953 to 1955, and married Marjorie Rosamond Sauer on 12 July 1958
At the beginning of his writing career Brunner wrote conventional space opera pulp science fiction. Brunner later began to experiment with the novel form. His 1968 novel "Stand on Zanzibar" exploits the fragmented organizational style John Dos Passos invented for his USA trilogy, but updates it in terms of the theory of media popularised by Marshall McLuhan.
"The Jagged Orbit" (1969) is set in a United States dominated by weapons proliferation and interracial violence, and has 100 numbered chapters varying in length from a single syllable to several pages in length. "The Sheep Look Up" (1972) depicts ecological catastrophe in America. Brunner is credited with coining the term "worm" and predicting the emergence of computer viruses in his 1975 novel "The Shockwave Rider", in which he used the term to describe software which reproduces itself across a computer network. Together with "Stand on Zanzibar", these novels have been called the "Club of Rome Quartet", named after the Club of Rome whose 1972 report The Limits to Growth warned of the dire effects of overpopulation.
Brunner's pen names include K. H. Brunner, Gill Hunt, John Loxmith, Trevor Staines, Ellis Quick, Henry Crosstrees Jr., and Keith Woodcott.
In addition to his fiction, Brunner wrote poetry and many unpaid articles in a variety of publications, particularly fanzines, but also 13 letters to the New Scientist and an article about the educational relevance of science fiction in Physics Education. Brunner was an active member of the organisation Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament and wrote the words to "The H-Bomb's Thunder", which was sung on the Aldermaston Marches.
Brunner had an uneasy relationship with British new wave writers, who often considered him too American in his settings and themes. He attempted to shift to a more mainstream readership in the early 1980s, without success. Before his death, most of his books had fallen out of print. Brunner accused publishers of a conspiracy against him, although he was difficult to deal with (his wife had handled his publishing relations before she died).[2]
Brunner's health began to decline in the 1980s and worsened with the death of his wife in 1986. He remarried, to Li Yi Tan, on 27 September 1991. He died of a heart attack in Glasgow on 25 August 1995, while attending the World Science Fiction Convention there
aka
K H Brunner, Henry Crosstrees Jr, Gill Hunt (with Dennis Hughes and E C Tubb), John Loxmith, Trevor Staines, Keith Woodcott
Winner of the ESFS Awards in 1980 as "Best Author" and 1n 1984 as "Novelist"..
At the beginning of his writing career Brunner wrote conventional space opera pulp science fiction. Brunner later began to experiment with the novel form. His 1968 novel "Stand on Zanzibar" exploits the fragmented organizational style John Dos Passos invented for his USA trilogy, but updates it in terms of the theory of media popularised by Marshall McLuhan.
"The Jagged Orbit" (1969) is set in a United States dominated by weapons proliferation and interracial violence, and has 100 numbered chapters varying in length from a single syllable to several pages in length. "The Sheep Look Up" (1972) depicts ecological catastrophe in America. Brunner is credited with coining the term "worm" and predicting the emergence of computer viruses in his 1975 novel "The Shockwave Rider", in which he used the term to describe software which reproduces itself across a computer network. Together with "Stand on Zanzibar", these novels have been called the "Club of Rome Quartet", named after the Club of Rome whose 1972 report The Limits to Growth warned of the dire effects of overpopulation.
Brunner's pen names include K. H. Brunner, Gill Hunt, John Loxmith, Trevor Staines, Ellis Quick, Henry Crosstrees Jr., and Keith Woodcott.
In addition to his fiction, Brunner wrote poetry and many unpaid articles in a variety of publications, particularly fanzines, but also 13 letters to the New Scientist and an article about the educational relevance of science fiction in Physics Education. Brunner was an active member of the organisation Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament and wrote the words to "The H-Bomb's Thunder", which was sung on the Aldermaston Marches.
Brunner had an uneasy relationship with British new wave writers, who often considered him too American in his settings and themes. He attempted to shift to a more mainstream readership in the early 1980s, without success. Before his death, most of his books had fallen out of print. Brunner accused publishers of a conspiracy against him, although he was difficult to deal with (his wife had handled his publishing relations before she died).[2]
Brunner's health began to decline in the 1980s and worsened with the death of his wife in 1986. He remarried, to Li Yi Tan, on 27 September 1991. He died of a heart attack in Glasgow on 25 August 1995, while attending the World Science Fiction Convention there
aka
K H Brunner, Henry Crosstrees Jr, Gill Hunt (with Dennis Hughes and E C Tubb), John Loxmith, Trevor Staines, Keith Woodcott
Winner of the ESFS Awards in 1980 as "Best Author" and 1n 1984 as "Novelist"..
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John Brunner's Muddle Earth
by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 2, 2023
I've read at least 53 bks by Brunner now & it wdn't be an overstatement to say that he's by far one of my favorite SF writers. Every time I read a new bk by him it's a treat. This one really surprised me b/c it's a comedy. I wasn't expecting that. Of course, the title was a giveaway. Page one hooked me into the style:
"ZERO
SOME OF WHAT RINPOCHE GIBBS WOULD HAVE LEARNED IF HE HAD TAKEN HIS ORIENTATION LECTURE—SERIOUSLY" - p 1
The main character awakens from cryogenesis & finds himself billed for its long duration:
"["]Do you regard yourself as enjoying normal functionality?"
""Uh . . . I guess so. Not that I've had much chance to find out yet."
""That concurs with my readings. You are now required by law to confirm that you have been well and truly restored to the status of a cognizant human being responsible for all debts public and private. Details of relevant costs including supervision, maintenance, and the supply of liquid nitrogen are herewith furnished to you. Sign, please. Any recognized terrestrial script will do."" - p 6
The comedy of the bk becomes even more obvious as Brunner refers to other SF writers w/ a sense of humor. It seems apropos that he starts w/ Ron Goulart, who's certainly one of the foremost SF comedians:
"WRONG GOULART
Emissions
""Congratulations on your successful resuscitation!" this personage exclaimed. "Welcome to your new lease of life!"
""Uh—thank you," Rinpoche muttered, unable to rid himself of the suspicion that the other had been in some way activated when he had crossed some invisible line, or electronic beam, or whatever.
""It is my invariable custom to minimize the shock of awakening by telling a few traditional jokes. Have you heard the one about the isolated head?" He broke into two distinct voices. " 'Were you a head of state?' 'No, head of traffic control.' 'Ah, a sleeping policeman!' 'Yes, the jams were awful.' 'Really? What fruit were they made of?' Good, that's out of the way. May I have your documentation, please? Thank you."" - pp 7-8
The Earth has deteriorated under bad human management & a non-human race has taken over the planet to use it as a tourist attraction. One creature thus attracted wants to eat humans:
""And I have been looking forward to my taste of human for so long!" buzzed Leuyunk-Lun. The voice was nearly, if not quite, the worst part of him. Or possibly it. However, much though Rinpoche wanted to shudder, he failed. How long was this emotional numbness going to last?
""Never mind that," snapped the consigliere. "As far as I can make out, you, Ghoulart, permitted my clients to make a nonreturnable payment in respect of the debts incurred by Mr. Verdi despite their already having been paid by another party!"
"The sign on the front of Mr. Ghoulart's desk had altered. Now it read:
"Count Your Change—No Refunds" - p 13
Explans are like expats.. - but you knew that already didn't you?!
""Haven't they realized that if you had been directing movies in the silent days you wouldn't have lived long enough to be put in freeze?"
""Ah, the explans don't know," Harry sighed—and detecting puzzlement as he glanced at Rinpoche, elucidated, "Like expatriates, dig? But on other worlds. Far as they're concerned, the whole of Earth history happened in the same place at the same time. And the Yelignese don't care. Why should they? This isn't their planet. Want to see how bad things can get? Don't bother to ask—just look."" - p 30
The tourist attractions consist of re-enactments of history:
""Mary was beheaded indoors, in private, with just a chaplain and a handful of other witnesses, but because no one wants to miss out on the grand climax we've had to move it to the open air, like you see. We even had to take one whole side away from the reproduction city square we'd built to make room for those bleachers because each time more and more people insist on getting a clear line of sight—and, of course, on figuring recognizably in the crowd shots."
""And what's more," Gus supplemented, "though Mary did take off her dress to save it from being spoiled by the blood, she kept on her shift—her underslip."
""Whereas now they insist on her doing a full strip," Harry rasped. "Right down to her skin. Oh, it does pull the punters, I guess. Sixty-seven million this time! Where's it all going to end? That's what I want to know."" - p 33
Ah, the comedy:
"["]I did so much want to visit Earth before I setlled down. 'Course, it cost an arm and a leg, but they did a great job on the replacements. I bet you can't tell which they took."" - p 41
There're puns galore:
"["]Not everybody was in favor. Lots of people on Trigon, for instance, thought it would be better to let Earth rot—there was a big campaign under the slogan "Let Trigons be Trigons!"" - p 42
"Four more "policeman," also armed, rushed into the room. The six "customers" who had entered first tipped over their tables, ducked behind them, and produced guns of their own. One of them shot Elliot in the face. His skull exploded in a mist of blood and brains, definitively adding the Mess to the Elliot." - p 43
Yes, there's humor & even more hu:
""You assured me human females can be induced to compete for titles associated with a location, an occupation, or a product, such as Miss Irkutsk, Miss Interior Decorator, or Miss Baked Goods. Did you not?"
""Yes indeed."
""Then why has there been zero response to my latest contest? Your species has little organizational ability, but it's traditionally been the women who display it, and we can't go on doing all the work!"
""Please reflect. Who would want to be elected Miss Management?"" - p 45
Creatures come to Earth for all sorts of experiences that were horrible in their original incarnations but're now reduced to a sensorium thrill ride for beings not harmed by them.
""You certainly have done that!" she snorted. "We came here particularly to be blown up at Hiroshima. Didn't we, Geronimo?"—this to the man, who acknowledged their relationship with a resigned nod. "It was emphasized in all your ads. And what did we find when we arrived? You'd discontinued it. You'd discontinued it!"
""Well—uh—this is in fact so," Zoltan admitted miserably, "To be frank, our clients kept saying they were disappointed with the atom-bomb experience. It was over too quickly. And if we moved them from Ground Zero to the periphery, where they could experience severe burns and long-term radiation sickness, they couldn't watch the actual explosion without being blinded, which sort of spoiled the effect."" - p 82
The references to other SF writers continues, in this case to Theodore Sturgeon:
"He doubted he would have been able to make out what she was whispering before Theodor Surgeon overhauled him, but "all infirmities" apparently included even incipient hearing defects." - pp 100-101
& then there's Clifford Simak:
"["]Gramps hired this firm of cosmic engineers, very highly recommended—Clifford and Simak is the name["]" - pp 116-117
&, of course, Brunner's projected future language, esp when its pomposity is parodied, is a joy to read:
""But I must correct you as to its terrestrial provenance. It so happens that I invented the veeblefetzer on Wing IV in—"
""Excuse me, sir," the waiter interpolated. "As you are no doubt aware, the policy of our hotel chain is one of unchallengeable honesty. I am therefore obliged to remind you that the original veeblefetzerTM was conceived by the sainted founder of our enterprise. Their Hoteliness Father/Mother Ninety-Nine-Sri Pugwash-Polski on their home world of Tazenda and actualized by machines promgramitationed by him and under her direction, and its efficaciosity whether in red form or in green is a nondubitatious reflection of love for all beings animate and/or otherwise. Have you deciduated from which menu you prefer to selectify, or would you optioneer that I describerize our daily specials?"" - p 105
Ah, extraterrestrial tourists..:
""Is that all?" shouted a woman from the back of the group. "Fifteen minutes for the whole of Earth?"
""Well, it's not a very important planet, is it?["]" - p 160
"One of the newly arrived aliens, a rather graceful creature with numerous yellow tendrils rising from a complex of gray perambulator limbs, used a sweet-toned, rather plaintive vocal simulator to inquire, "Would the Foreign Legion have been of great interest to nonhumans?"
""No, and probably not even to many humans," Nixy said before anyone else could reply.
""Thank you. It is good to find our tentative conclusions confirmed by an indigene. That maintains the hundred percent boredom level that we, as samplers for the K'ee-k'o-G'ruk, have thus far recorded here on Earth. It is to be hoped that it will be maintained until the end of our visit, for then it will be open to us to demand of the Galactic Conglomerate authority to vaporize your worthless mudball and put its elements to more constructive use."" - p 195
Near the end, Brunner gets out of the SF comedic box & throws in 2 of my favorite non-SF writers & one of my favorite comedic songwriters:
"While he was striving to regain his mental balance, he heard the CB speak incisively to Nixy.
""Do you know the person to the right of this group?"
"A hologram appeared, depicting a score or so of men fidgeting in a line. Among them Rinpoche recognized Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, and Tom Lehrer["]" - p 259
What can I say? Another fun & totally inspired novel by Brunner. If you're a Brunner enthusiast & haven't read this one yet I think you can count on being thoroughly entertained by it.
John Brunner's Muddle Earth
by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - December 2, 2023
I've read at least 53 bks by Brunner now & it wdn't be an overstatement to say that he's by far one of my favorite SF writers. Every time I read a new bk by him it's a treat. This one really surprised me b/c it's a comedy. I wasn't expecting that. Of course, the title was a giveaway. Page one hooked me into the style:
"ZERO
SOME OF WHAT RINPOCHE GIBBS WOULD HAVE LEARNED IF HE HAD TAKEN HIS ORIENTATION LECTURE—SERIOUSLY" - p 1
The main character awakens from cryogenesis & finds himself billed for its long duration:
"["]Do you regard yourself as enjoying normal functionality?"
""Uh . . . I guess so. Not that I've had much chance to find out yet."
""That concurs with my readings. You are now required by law to confirm that you have been well and truly restored to the status of a cognizant human being responsible for all debts public and private. Details of relevant costs including supervision, maintenance, and the supply of liquid nitrogen are herewith furnished to you. Sign, please. Any recognized terrestrial script will do."" - p 6
The comedy of the bk becomes even more obvious as Brunner refers to other SF writers w/ a sense of humor. It seems apropos that he starts w/ Ron Goulart, who's certainly one of the foremost SF comedians:
"WRONG GOULART
Emissions
""Congratulations on your successful resuscitation!" this personage exclaimed. "Welcome to your new lease of life!"
""Uh—thank you," Rinpoche muttered, unable to rid himself of the suspicion that the other had been in some way activated when he had crossed some invisible line, or electronic beam, or whatever.
""It is my invariable custom to minimize the shock of awakening by telling a few traditional jokes. Have you heard the one about the isolated head?" He broke into two distinct voices. " 'Were you a head of state?' 'No, head of traffic control.' 'Ah, a sleeping policeman!' 'Yes, the jams were awful.' 'Really? What fruit were they made of?' Good, that's out of the way. May I have your documentation, please? Thank you."" - pp 7-8
The Earth has deteriorated under bad human management & a non-human race has taken over the planet to use it as a tourist attraction. One creature thus attracted wants to eat humans:
""And I have been looking forward to my taste of human for so long!" buzzed Leuyunk-Lun. The voice was nearly, if not quite, the worst part of him. Or possibly it. However, much though Rinpoche wanted to shudder, he failed. How long was this emotional numbness going to last?
""Never mind that," snapped the consigliere. "As far as I can make out, you, Ghoulart, permitted my clients to make a nonreturnable payment in respect of the debts incurred by Mr. Verdi despite their already having been paid by another party!"
"The sign on the front of Mr. Ghoulart's desk had altered. Now it read:
"Count Your Change—No Refunds" - p 13
Explans are like expats.. - but you knew that already didn't you?!
""Haven't they realized that if you had been directing movies in the silent days you wouldn't have lived long enough to be put in freeze?"
""Ah, the explans don't know," Harry sighed—and detecting puzzlement as he glanced at Rinpoche, elucidated, "Like expatriates, dig? But on other worlds. Far as they're concerned, the whole of Earth history happened in the same place at the same time. And the Yelignese don't care. Why should they? This isn't their planet. Want to see how bad things can get? Don't bother to ask—just look."" - p 30
The tourist attractions consist of re-enactments of history:
""Mary was beheaded indoors, in private, with just a chaplain and a handful of other witnesses, but because no one wants to miss out on the grand climax we've had to move it to the open air, like you see. We even had to take one whole side away from the reproduction city square we'd built to make room for those bleachers because each time more and more people insist on getting a clear line of sight—and, of course, on figuring recognizably in the crowd shots."
""And what's more," Gus supplemented, "though Mary did take off her dress to save it from being spoiled by the blood, she kept on her shift—her underslip."
""Whereas now they insist on her doing a full strip," Harry rasped. "Right down to her skin. Oh, it does pull the punters, I guess. Sixty-seven million this time! Where's it all going to end? That's what I want to know."" - p 33
Ah, the comedy:
"["]I did so much want to visit Earth before I setlled down. 'Course, it cost an arm and a leg, but they did a great job on the replacements. I bet you can't tell which they took."" - p 41
There're puns galore:
"["]Not everybody was in favor. Lots of people on Trigon, for instance, thought it would be better to let Earth rot—there was a big campaign under the slogan "Let Trigons be Trigons!"" - p 42
"Four more "policeman," also armed, rushed into the room. The six "customers" who had entered first tipped over their tables, ducked behind them, and produced guns of their own. One of them shot Elliot in the face. His skull exploded in a mist of blood and brains, definitively adding the Mess to the Elliot." - p 43
Yes, there's humor & even more hu:
""You assured me human females can be induced to compete for titles associated with a location, an occupation, or a product, such as Miss Irkutsk, Miss Interior Decorator, or Miss Baked Goods. Did you not?"
""Yes indeed."
""Then why has there been zero response to my latest contest? Your species has little organizational ability, but it's traditionally been the women who display it, and we can't go on doing all the work!"
""Please reflect. Who would want to be elected Miss Management?"" - p 45
Creatures come to Earth for all sorts of experiences that were horrible in their original incarnations but're now reduced to a sensorium thrill ride for beings not harmed by them.
""You certainly have done that!" she snorted. "We came here particularly to be blown up at Hiroshima. Didn't we, Geronimo?"—this to the man, who acknowledged their relationship with a resigned nod. "It was emphasized in all your ads. And what did we find when we arrived? You'd discontinued it. You'd discontinued it!"
""Well—uh—this is in fact so," Zoltan admitted miserably, "To be frank, our clients kept saying they were disappointed with the atom-bomb experience. It was over too quickly. And if we moved them from Ground Zero to the periphery, where they could experience severe burns and long-term radiation sickness, they couldn't watch the actual explosion without being blinded, which sort of spoiled the effect."" - p 82
The references to other SF writers continues, in this case to Theodore Sturgeon:
"He doubted he would have been able to make out what she was whispering before Theodor Surgeon overhauled him, but "all infirmities" apparently included even incipient hearing defects." - pp 100-101
& then there's Clifford Simak:
"["]Gramps hired this firm of cosmic engineers, very highly recommended—Clifford and Simak is the name["]" - pp 116-117
&, of course, Brunner's projected future language, esp when its pomposity is parodied, is a joy to read:
""But I must correct you as to its terrestrial provenance. It so happens that I invented the veeblefetzer on Wing IV in—"
""Excuse me, sir," the waiter interpolated. "As you are no doubt aware, the policy of our hotel chain is one of unchallengeable honesty. I am therefore obliged to remind you that the original veeblefetzerTM was conceived by the sainted founder of our enterprise. Their Hoteliness Father/Mother Ninety-Nine-Sri Pugwash-Polski on their home world of Tazenda and actualized by machines promgramitationed by him and under her direction, and its efficaciosity whether in red form or in green is a nondubitatious reflection of love for all beings animate and/or otherwise. Have you deciduated from which menu you prefer to selectify, or would you optioneer that I describerize our daily specials?"" - p 105
Ah, extraterrestrial tourists..:
""Is that all?" shouted a woman from the back of the group. "Fifteen minutes for the whole of Earth?"
""Well, it's not a very important planet, is it?["]" - p 160
"One of the newly arrived aliens, a rather graceful creature with numerous yellow tendrils rising from a complex of gray perambulator limbs, used a sweet-toned, rather plaintive vocal simulator to inquire, "Would the Foreign Legion have been of great interest to nonhumans?"
""No, and probably not even to many humans," Nixy said before anyone else could reply.
""Thank you. It is good to find our tentative conclusions confirmed by an indigene. That maintains the hundred percent boredom level that we, as samplers for the K'ee-k'o-G'ruk, have thus far recorded here on Earth. It is to be hoped that it will be maintained until the end of our visit, for then it will be open to us to demand of the Galactic Conglomerate authority to vaporize your worthless mudball and put its elements to more constructive use."" - p 195
Near the end, Brunner gets out of the SF comedic box & throws in 2 of my favorite non-SF writers & one of my favorite comedic songwriters:
"While he was striving to regain his mental balance, he heard the CB speak incisively to Nixy.
""Do you know the person to the right of this group?"
"A hologram appeared, depicting a score or so of men fidgeting in a line. Among them Rinpoche recognized Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, and Tom Lehrer["]" - p 259
What can I say? Another fun & totally inspired novel by Brunner. If you're a Brunner enthusiast & haven't read this one yet I think you can count on being thoroughly entertained by it.
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December 9, 2020Some early John Brunner was really good science fiction but some of his later books have really not been to my liking. The jest-fullness, play on words, made up song, made up poetry, and inane banter, get so far away from science fiction, you get the feeling this author is just trying to impress one with his cleverness and vast knowledge of things. This was a hard read for me, a struggle to get to the last page, unlike Stand on Zanzibar which I was not able to finish and relegated it to the yard sale box. No stars for Muddle Earth.
December 17, 2023
Surely not my favorite book from Brunner. I've read many of his books and I would say that this is not essential Brunner reading. It seems like he tries a more comical approach to his writing, but it never came across as that funny aside from the overall situation at the beginning. It is fairly clunky and I vaguely knew what was going on throughout the whole story until the end when it started to sum up.
November 2, 2025
It appears that Brunner decided to try writing something like Hitchhikers Guide to the galaxy. Sadly for the reader, this just proves that being funny may not be a skill even very good writers have.
November 10, 2021
1.5 stars, because I can't bring myself to leave a one star review. I'll write more about it later.
December 21, 2021
Als ein Abfallunternehmer einen neuen Überlichtantrieb entdeckte, wurde die Menschheit plötzlich durch Lizenzgebühren superreich. Die meisten Menschen wanderten von der Erde auf Kolonien ab, der Planet ging vor die Hunde. Einige Jahrhunderte später wurde eine ET-Rasse beauftragt, die Erde wiederherzustellen. Allerdings machen sie das recht schlampig, historische und fiktive Stätten werden munter vermischt.
Was überraschenderweise erhalten wurde, sind kryogenisch eingefrorene Leute aus alten Zeiten. Sie werden nun teils wieder aufgetaut, auch weil die Kosten für die Lagerung zu hoch sind.
Ich mag diese Art von Satire normalerweise nicht so. Die Rahmenhandlung ist ziemlicher Quark, aber die Episoden sind doch bissig und witzig. Nach einer Weile funktioniert es dann aber nicht mehr so gut und ich sehne das Ende herbei. Leider fällt das ganze immer mehr auseinander und ich hab 30 Seiten vor Schluss dann doch noch abgebrochen
Was überraschenderweise erhalten wurde, sind kryogenisch eingefrorene Leute aus alten Zeiten. Sie werden nun teils wieder aufgetaut, auch weil die Kosten für die Lagerung zu hoch sind.
Ich mag diese Art von Satire normalerweise nicht so. Die Rahmenhandlung ist ziemlicher Quark, aber die Episoden sind doch bissig und witzig. Nach einer Weile funktioniert es dann aber nicht mehr so gut und ich sehne das Ende herbei. Leider fällt das ganze immer mehr auseinander und ich hab 30 Seiten vor Schluss dann doch noch abgebrochen
August 3, 2016
I love this book, my copy is so worn I'm worried about future reads as I don't think I can get a new copy. It's imaginative, and absolutely hilarious.
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