Was doubly keen to read this a I had never read anything by the much-lauded sf author Barrington J. Bayley, and i am a stone-cold freak for anything Robot. I can safely say that 'The Soul of The Robot' is a cracking good yarn, and, surprisingly, it had little in common with the mighty canon of Asimov; which made it all the more unique.
Like many of the greater, more literary sf novels, this is also crammed to the gunnels with analogy, allegory, mondo-metaphysics, philosophical conjecture and rampant derring do; but its greatest strength lies in Barrington's sure prose and breathless pacing, as his 'The Soul of The Robot' unfurls its ripping yarn with the greatest alacrity.
The deceptively simple tale of our enigmatic protagonist, the freshly-minted robot Jasperodus and his truly epic journey across this rumbustious, proto-steampunk planatoid, in order for him to discover whether or not, he is actually replete with comparable human consciousness is jolly well realized, and, in part, very, very moving.
I would have laid on the full five stars, but, I personally didn't groove on the ending; while certainly pat, it lacked both the risk, or giddy fortitude of the author's clearly vibrant imagination.
It must also be said that Jasperodus is a truly magnificent creation, and not one I shall be forgetting any time soon.
Barrington J. Bayley wherever you are, many, many thanks for the words; your writing talent was manifest in this glorious sf tome.