The Serial, My Destination
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So I just revisited a book I read as a young man. It’s called The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester written in 1957. Crazy. The reviews of the book are ultra-polarized. When I read it for the first time, I absolutely loved the story. It had fresh ideas I hadn’t even considered before. The description on the jacket really doesn’t do the book justice, but maybe, just maybe, I forgot about the absolutely brutal rape scene. How did I miss that? I missed the fact that the book couldn’t decide on one major idea. It’s as if Bester couldn’t decide which idea to fully develop and so he just said fuck it, all of em.
Despite that, I still really like the book. I never realized it before, but that single work influenced my writing. It’s funny how reading things at a young age drastically influence what kind of…
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