I fished this one out of a dumpster at the church. The cover sleeve is slightly torn with the edges rubbed white. "Andromeda" has to be one of the most generic titles for a sci-fi story and the back of the book is completely blank in terms of text (only noticed much later there's an actualy synopsis inside of the sleeve). The fucked up cover with those weird stains-looking spots spattered across it and that lopsided humasn face staring at you. All this combined gave this book such an otherworldly aura, which really suits it.
So I read this and it's written with old grammar rules I kind of stumbled over all the time and just the way the narrator talks about stuff feels so different to how things are written today. I wonder how much of it is just language changing or the narrator being deliberately made to talk like a dork. He's got this whole deadpan reaction to things which somehow feels like both over- and underreacting to what happens to him. Sometimes breaks out into unnaturally poetic phrasing.
At some point in the book he makes a painting appear in his home, which gets switched out with a picture that just says Alpha = Omega on it and it pissed him off so much. He makes a new painting appear and describes it in detail and then says that he actually couldn't appreciate it at all because he was still seething about Alpha = Omega and he needed like an hour to calm back down. And this equation turns out pretty central to the book but at the time I had no idea and the narrator didn't really know any of that either at the time. He just got so mad out of nowhere. And later he meets a slime girl and they bond over how much they think Alpha = Omega is bullshit.
In a way, very fun read, when it's just the narrator going crazy over nothing. But damn, did it drag towards the end. 90% of the book is just him getting his bearings and the last 10% is when the plot starts. That last 10% was a breeze again but towards the end of the 90% I just lost faith we were ever getting anywhere other than more tunnels and elevators.
I liked how disappointing all the alien species were to the narrator, because that's probably how it would go in real life. They could be humanoid and capable of speaking but then we still couldn't connect because they don't value shit like love or music.
The way I found this book turned out suiting it (No, not that it should be in a dumpster). It ends with the narrator sending his report back to Earth and some kid finding basically a USB stick with it in the grass. It was kinda dropped into my lap by divine intervention too. Feels right.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
This was a true find. A science-fiction novel from the 80s written by a GDR-writer with a Swedish alias. The story is a bit like a Robin Crusoe plot, the hero on is own on a strange planet. He explores, finds a strange organism, which he calls "the amoeba", and starts befriending it. I really liked how the first person narrator slowly finds out more and more about the planet "the amoeba", there were a few surprises as well. The style of writing is a bit strange, very old-fashioned, a bit like a 1950s science fiction story. I found it a bit annoying at times, therefore one star off.
Absolut empfehlenswert! Nur leicht fatalistisch, nur leicht irritierende Sprache - aber eigentlich keine leichte Kost. Als Fortsetzung von "Die stummen Götter" ist es vollkommen adäquat.