One Billion Years to the End of the World
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This mordantly funny and provocative tale from Soviet Russia's leading science fiction writers is the story of astrophysicist Dmitri Malianov. As he reaches a major breakthrough, he finds himself plagued by interruptions, from a mysterious crate of vodka to a glamorous woman on his doorstep. Is the Universe trying to tell him something?
'On putting down one of their books, you feel a cold breeze still lifting the hairs on the back of your neck' The New York Times
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It's like trying to fit an octopus into a pair of tuxedo pants. And not a plain octopus at that, but an octopus that doesn't even exist. We've rejected God, but we still can't stand on our own two feet without some myth-crutch to hold us up. But we'll have to. We'll have to learn. Because in your situation, not only do you not have any friends, you are so alone that YOU DON'T HAVE ANY ENEMIES, EITHER! Das tolle an Science Fiction ist, in den guten Fällen, dass sie den Leser:innen neue Gedankenwege öffnet, Synapsen feuern lässt, die bisher vor sich hingeträumt haben und neue Blickwinkel auf die Menschen, einen selbst, die Welt oder das ganze Universum eröffnet. Und genau das macht dieses Buch mit der Idee des 'homeostatic universe' und dem einen Mann, der es auf sich nimmt, gegen das Universum selbst zu kämpfen. Und dazu ist es noch düster lustig. => Dope.
Description
This mordantly funny and provocative tale from Soviet Russia's leading science fiction writers is the story of astrophysicist Dmitri Malianov. As he reaches a major breakthrough, he finds himself plagued by interruptions, from a mysterious crate of vodka to a glamorous woman on his doorstep. Is the Universe trying to tell him something?
'On putting down one of their books, you feel a cold breeze still lifting the hairs on the back of your neck' The New York Times
Book Information
Posts
It's like trying to fit an octopus into a pair of tuxedo pants. And not a plain octopus at that, but an octopus that doesn't even exist. We've rejected God, but we still can't stand on our own two feet without some myth-crutch to hold us up. But we'll have to. We'll have to learn. Because in your situation, not only do you not have any friends, you are so alone that YOU DON'T HAVE ANY ENEMIES, EITHER! Das tolle an Science Fiction ist, in den guten Fällen, dass sie den Leser:innen neue Gedankenwege öffnet, Synapsen feuern lässt, die bisher vor sich hingeträumt haben und neue Blickwinkel auf die Menschen, einen selbst, die Welt oder das ganze Universum eröffnet. Und genau das macht dieses Buch mit der Idee des 'homeostatic universe' und dem einen Mann, der es auf sich nimmt, gegen das Universum selbst zu kämpfen. Und dazu ist es noch düster lustig. => Dope.