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David Brin. The River of Time. Bantam. 1981

 

Contents (possible spoilers)

The Crystal Spheres. 1984
The Loom of Thessaly. 1981
The Fourth Vocation of George Gustaf. 1984
Senses Three and Six. 1986
Toujours Voir. 1986
A Stage of Memory. 1986
Just a Hint. 1980
Tank Farm Dynamo. 1983
Thor Meets Captain America. 1986
Lungfish. 1986
The River of Time. 1981. = Coexistence

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David Brin. Otherness. Bantam. 1985

 

Contents (possible spoilers)

The Giving Plague. 1988
Myth Number. 1994
Dr. Pak's Preschool. 1990
Detritus Affected. 1992
The Dogma of Otherness. 1986
Sshhh.... 1988
Those Eyes. 1994
What to Say to a UFO. 1994
Bonding to Genji. 1992
The Warm Space. 1985
Whose Millenium?. 1994
NatuLife (R). 1993. = Natubirth
Piecework. 1988
Science versus Magic. 1990
Bubbles. 1987
Ambiguity. 1990
What Continues ... And What Fails .... 1991
The Commonwealth of Wonder. 1990

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David Brin. The Postman. 1985

 

review of the film version

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David Brin. Kiln People. Orbit. 2002

Rating: 3
[ unmissable | great stuff | worth reading | mind candy | waste of time | unfinishable ]

reviewed 30 October 2004

Al Morris lives in a world of dittos -- clay duplicates that last for a day, then have their memories downloaded into the organic body before decomposing into slurry. He's a private detective called in to investigate a ditnapping, a real-murder, and industrial espionage, and all of him are having a bad day.

This is a brilliant mess. The multiple first person viewpoint narrative, all from different copies of the same person, is very well handled. The consequences of the ditto technique are explored in some detail (and there's a demi-semi-plausible scientific gloss), and the very changed world is well-imagined and depicted with dry humour. The detective plot is interesting and intricate. But all that metaphysical mish-mash at the end is completely unnecessary -- all the myriad subplots are sufficient to carry the story, and this could have been, and so very nearly is, much better as an investigation of identity and what it means to be "me" in a world full of temporary and expendable duplicates, and almost totally lacking in privacy.