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... in part a droll comedy of manners parodying the fall of Soviet communism, part an intellectual inquiry into the idea of multiple quantum realities and part an attempt to discover why, despite the ubiquity of reported sightings, UFOs have never been proved to exist. As ever with Roberts, the writing is impeccable and the ideas riveting.
Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0575083565, Hardcover)Russia, 1946, the Nazis recently defeated. Stalin gathers half a dozen of the top Soviet science fiction authors in a dacha in the countryside somewhere. Convinced that the defeat of America is only a few years away, and equally convinced that the Soviet Union needs a massive external threat to hold it together, to give it purpose and direction, he tells the writers: 'I want you to concoct a story about aliens poised to invade earth ...I want it to be massively detailed, and completely believable. If you need props and evidence to back it up, then we can create them. But when America is defeated, your story must be so convincing that the whole population of Soviet Russia believes in it--the population of the whole world!' The little group of writers gets down to the task and spends months working on it. But then new orders come from Moscow: they are told to drop the project; Stalin has changed his mind; forget everything about it. So they do. They get on with their lives in their various ways; some of them survive the remainder of Stalin's rule, the changes of the 50s and 60s.And then, in the aftermath of Chernobyl, the survivors gather again, because something strange has started to happen. The story they invented in 1946 is starting to come true ...A typically mind-blowing SF novel from one of the genre's literary stars.(retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:57:54 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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But forty years later, one of the authors begins to suspect that the alien threat they invented might just be becoming real...
This is a highly entertaining book which for most of its length can't decide whether it's sf or a slightly dark absurdist Russian novel. Parts of it are laugh-out-loud funny; other parts are by turns frightening, chilling or revelatory. In the end, it turns out to be sf, though not in any way we imagined when the novel started.
As someone who reads the Cyrillic alphabet, I get irritated when western designers mis-use that script as if they were Roman letters. Kudos to Gollancz and their designers, Blacksheep, then (in the UK edition) for producing one of the least worst examples of this on the UK trade paperback cover. (