Hopscotch

by Kevin J. Anderson

Suppose you could switch bodies with another person? What exciting new experiences would you choose to explore? What forbidden desires would you indulge? Suppose someone stole your life–how far would you go to get it back?

From New York Times bestselling author Kevin J. Anderson comes a pure adrenaline thriller of hijacked identities, elusive motives, and deeply buried secrets–a disturbing, thought-provoking excursion into a sleek, hedonistic society where nothing is your own...not even your soul.

Hopscotch

For a fee, Eduard Swan will swap bodies with people in distress–those facing surgeries, emotional crises, moments of unpleasantness or discomfort they can’t or would rather not deal with. Eduard will experience the suffering for them. It’s a lucrative business, and in a world in which no one is required to feel any pain, there is no end of clients. But someone doesn’t want to play by the rules. Someone doesn’t want to return his body. And, unfortunately for Eduard, that someone is one of the world’s most powerful men. Now Eduard has no choice but to steal back his life.

He has the perfect alibi–or so he thinks. For even in a world where you can hopscotch from body to body, you always leave a trail. And following that trail is a relentless dispenser of “justice” named Daragon, a childhood friend, now a zealous and ambitious agent of state security, who won’t let old friendships stand in the way of doing his duty.

When Eduard goes on the run, hounded at every turn by Daragon, his only hope is two other childhood friends: Garth, a tormented artist who gains success beyond his wildest dreams, only to discover the terrible price of fame; and Teresa, a spiritual seeker who risks losing her own body to a fanatical religious cult as she embarks on a harrowing quest to find her true identity.

Moving from underground hopscotch pleasure bars to the highest enclaves of power to a seamy underworld of illegal Phantoms, ancient minds who steal younger bodies in a quest for eternal life, Eduard and his friends seek the meaning of identity in a society in which appearances mean everything–and nothing–and where everything is relative...even murder.


From the Hardcover edition.

Genres: Science Fiction, Fiction, Ebooks, Fantasy, Science Fiction Fantasy

480 pages, Mass Market Paperback

First published January 1, 2002

About the author

Yes, I have a lot of books, and if this is your first visit to my amazon author page, it can be a little overwhelming. If you are new to my work, let me recommend a few titles as good places to start. I love my Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. series, humorous horror/mysteries, which begin with DEATH WARMED OVER. My steampunk fantasy adventures, CLOCKWORK ANGELS and CLOCKWORK LIVES, written with Neil Peart, legendary drummer from Rush, are two of my very favorite novels ever. And my magnum opus, the science fiction epic The Saga of Seven Suns, begins with HIDDEN EMPIRE. After you've tried those, I hope you'll check out some of my other series.

I have written spin-off novels for Star Wars, StarCraft, Titan A.E., and The X-Files, and I'm the co-author of the Dune prequels. My original works include the Saga of Seven Suns series and the Nebula Award-nominated Assemblers of Infinity. I have also written several comic books including the Dark Horse Star Wars collection Tales of the Jedi written in collaboration with Tom Veitch, Predator titles (also for Dark Horse), and X-Files titles for Topps.

I serve as a judge in the Writers of the Future contest.

My wife is author Rebecca Moesta. We currently reside near Monument, Colorado.

Reviews

[John · Rating 1 out of 5]

Hopscotch

by Kevin J. Anderson

Bantam, 354 pages, hardback, 2002



My own personal Golden Age of Science Fiction came when I was
about 15-17, which happened to coincide with the time when the
remainder bin of the Woolworths just round the corner was
replenished every few days with copious heaps of American sf
paperbacks. At that price I could afford to buy almost as many as
I wanted, which I duly did; and I read them at the rate of one a
day or, often, two a day. Every now and then I'd discover a gem
— Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land was
one, Brian Aldiss's Hothouse another, the two Robert
Randall books, Henry Kuttner's Bypass to Otherness, Kurt
Vonnegut's Player Piano, most of the Pohl/Kornbluth
collaborations . . . Many prizes there were, far too many for my
memory to encompass.

But at least 95% of these books were far from treasurable:
they were good, honest, uninspired journeyman efforts churned out
by all the countless minor sf authors of the day. Devoid of much
originality and certainly not illuminated by any stylistic flair,
these texts filled their allotted number of pages with plodding
competence. I can't remember any of them in particular because,
to be honest, there wasn't much to be remembered; if I'd been
quizzed on any one of them the day after I'd read it I might well
have had trouble remembering its plot. Don't misunderstand: I
didn't feel in any way cheated or short-changed by them. They had
little aspiration beyond (aside from earning their authors the
next rent-cheque) filling a few hours of the reader's time
relatively pleasantly, and this they fulfilled with — to
repeat the word — competence.

I was strongly reminded of this era of my life while reading
Kevin J. Anderson's Hopscotch. Although it is two or three
times longer than any of those nameless old pulp paperbacks would
ever have been permitted to be, it has exactly the same
atmosphere of dutiful journeyman sf. The pages get turned OK, but
without any great deal of enthusiasm because there's no real
narrative drive and, quite rightly, we anticipate no ideative
surprises. This is a long book based on a premise drawn from sf's
common stockpot.

Sometime in the future the technology has been developed
whereby human beings can swap ("hopscotch") bodies with each
other at will. The opportunities for crime are obvious: a
murderer could borrow a body to perform the slaying, then swap
back or swap onward, so that evidence like fingerprints and
securicam images would be valueless. Thus the establishment of
the Bureau of Tracing and Locations, or BTL (which, through no
fault of the author's, I read as BLT throughout), whose task is
to keep track of individuals no matter how many bodies they might
flit through.

Our four central characters have just emerged from the
orphanage; it is a nice insight that, with it being all too easy
for unwanted conceptions to occur in the "wrong" body, this
future world would contain lots of unwanted children. The four
are Garth (wannabe artist), Daragon (one of the rare individuals
unable to hopscotch, but with the compensatory ability to see who
people really are no matter what body they're currently
wearing), Eduard (who makes a living by getting paid to hopscotch
into people's bodies while they undergo things like dental
surgery) and Teresa (token warm-hearted female, submissive,
because of warm-heartedness gets laid a lot whichever body she's
in).

Daragon, because of his rare talent, is recruited from the
orphanage straight into the BTL and there groomed for stardom by
its charismatic leader Mordecai Ob. Garth, aided by a grant from
Ob, becomes a monumentally rich and famous artist, gaining his
experience of life by hopscotching around to get the ultimate in
vox pop input. Eduard is hired by Ob to be his caretaker,
responsible for exercising Ob's real body while Ob himself is
doing his administrative stuff in Eduard's body. Teresa joins a
cult called the Sharetakers whose philosophy is (stop me if
you've heard this one) based on the exploitative and abusive
leader getting everything he wants and — surprise, surprise
— screwing all the cult's women, but particularly Teresa, at
every, well, turn.

That's about the first half of the book, and a very long half
it seems. The blurb writer, obviously at a loss as to how to make
all this seem rivetingly original, has ignored it, and in despair
gone for the plot that commences with the second half. Unknown to
all, Ob has been taking some new mind-rotting and body-rotting
drug using Eduard's body, then swapping back into his own Charles
Atlas-style flesh at the end of the day; indeed, several of Ob's
caretakers prior to Eduard's appointment to the post have been
effectively disappeared, presumably because their bodies have
died as a result of Ob's addiction. Almost too late, Eduard
— who's been a bit puzzled by how lousy he's been feeling
— discovers what's going on. His revenge on the vile Ob is,
however, drastically more effective than he'd anticipated, and Ob
dies.

So Eduard's on the run as a murderer. Old friends Garth and
Teresa believe in his innocence and help him, but he's dogged by
the implacable Daragon, who refuses to believe that his idol
Mordecai Ob could ever have been guilty of anything.

And so you have it. There's lots of attempts by the good-guy
trio to die in place of each other as they hopscotch between
their own and others' bodies, to the extent that a couple of
times Anderson is moved to notch up the hellish pathos of it all
by starting to quote Sidney Carton from Dickens's A Tale of
Two Cities: "It is a far, far better thing . . ." At this
stage this reviewer entered a state of paralysis, unable to
decide whether to throw the book at the wall or just to fold up
in giggles.

In the main this is all, so far as it goes, competently
related (aside from the occasional line like "Jennika flinched as
if she had swallowed a thistle whole"), although, with its lack
of pacing and narrative drive, there's no excitement at all in
the telling. The "so far as it goes" parenthesis is not idly
employed, because there are a heck of a lot of places where
Hopscotch does not go.

For a book of this fairly considerable length, part of whose
agenda must have been to explore all the ramifications of its
premise, there seem some curious omissions. It is possible that
there are offhand references that I've forgotten to some of
these, in which case please forgive this addled brain, but I was
surprised to find nothing about:

(a) The uses to which physicians could put hopscotching for
diagnosis. If a patient's saying "Doc, I gotta pain here but I
can't really describe it", what a godsend it'd be if the doctor
could briefly swap into the sufferer's body to pinpoint the exact
location of the pain and be able to experience directly what it
felt like — whether a chest-pain was angina or just
indigestion, for example.

(b) In the book the rich and villainous exploit the
hopscotching process however they can, with utter ruthlessness
and disregard for the welfare of other people's bodies. Wouldn't
the illicit practice emerge among the thrillseekers of
discovering what it was like to be murdered, forcibly
hopscotching into a victim and then hopscotching back just before
death? It'd be the ultimate jolly for the repulsive snuff-movie
market, or for those who like getting half-strangled during sex.

(c) There's quite a lot in the book about hopscotching for
sexual purposes — for example, couples making love twice in
a row, swapping bodies for the second encounter, or making love
with each other while garbed in other people's bodies — but
nothing that I can recall about what would surely be the
predominantly appealing attraction of hopscotching hijinks. Each
of a couple who swapped bodies with each other would know
exactly what gave the most delight to the partner, and by
administering it would in due course have it administered back.
The enormous educative and self-educative possibilities for
enhancing their mutual sex life to a degree otherwise impossible
would surely be explored by every couple, probably endlessly, in
an orgy of giving; yet all we seem to find here is a sort
of short-sighted philosophy of taking, with the partners
seeking only the thrill they can get from the particular act of
sex in which they are currently engaged.

Also omitted is any real discussion of the technology of
hopscotching. Somewhere early on Anderson has realized he really
ought to do something about this deficiency in what is, after
all, ostentatiously a work of sf rather than a fantasy. (A
fantasist might be able to do a whole lot more with the premise,
come to think of it — but that's just an aside.) So he gives
us the nearest we get to an explanation using the clumsy
technique of an overheard bar conversation:

"And you want to know the biophysics? Does it matter?" The
first man sucked delicately on his cigarette. "When you use a COM
terminal, do you care about the network electronics? No. You
simply tap in, extract the information you need, engage the
communication link you want, access your accounts. You don't need
a degree in organic matrix management to use the thing. You don't
need to understand the dirty details about hopscotching, either."

That's it! If you, dear reader, want to know more about the
principles underlying the technology of hopscotching, you're just
being extremely stupid to keep asking silly questions about
something you have no need to know.

This is an enormous copout. Of course, no one expects
sf writers to come up with genuine explanations of their
impossible technologies — otherwise we'd be awash with
workable real-life time machines, matter transmitters and the
rest built according to verbal blueprints first published in
story form in old issues of Shocking Science Wonder
Stories — but not only does the reader have a right to
expect the author to have worked up at least a dose or two of
vaguely convincing flimflam, the very integrity of a science-
fiction novel depends upon it. Yet Anderson blithely tells us
that "you don't need to understand the dirty details about
hopscotching" . . . and his editor let him get away with
it!

Coincidences run rampant in the book. The worst offender
comes when some of Daragon's overenthusiastic BTL sidekicks gun
down a man they believe to be Eduard; in fact, as Daragon learns
during a two-Kleenex moment while cradling the dying man in his
arms, this individual is none other than . . . Daragon's own
long-lost father. Elsewhere the major players are constantly
encountering each other by chance, a fact that leads one to
believe that the whole tale is being told within a very small
geographical scope indeed.

Following the geographical train of thought leads us to the
book's most glaring deficiency of all: there is no sense of
place anywhere throughout the telling. We know that we're
somewhere on Earth, because, in the only instance of there being
any reference to somewhere outside the city where the rest of the
action is staged, Garth goes on vacation to Hawaii. But that's
our sole clue. The city otherwise floats in a vacuum: if the
advent of the ability to hopscotch has had consequences
nationally or internationally, we're told nothing of them. Is
there commerce between this city and the others that must surely
exist? Well, search me. Daragon's dad is supposed to have been on
the run for hundreds of years, but has never thought to put as
much distance as possible between himself and his pursuers by
going to another part of the country or even abroad. Mordecai Ob
is the top gun of the Bureau of Tracing and Locations, but is he
its national head or just its head within the city? Presumably
the latter, because to go by the evidence in this book the
organization has no dimension outwith the city; indeed, the
search for Eduard — one single person — depletes the
BTL's manpower resources to such an extent that it starts having
to offer skeleton service only for some of its other functions, a
situation that is permitted to subsist for a period of months. Is
this supposedly massive organization really just little more than
a couple of football teams in numbers?

This lack of feeling for place goes right down to the
details. The single venue most frequently haunted in the text is
a joint called the Masquerade Bar where folk go to hook up with
potential hopscotching and sex partners. Yet by the end of the
book the reader has no sense whatever of having been there. Yes,
there's the occasional flat description of some feature or other
of this watering hole, but one never catches the remotest whiff
(literal or metaphorical) of its atmosphere, never an
appreciation of its size, or its lighting, or its sound, or . . .
In all, a reader of this book could be taken into the Masquerade
Bar tomorrow and not recognize it. Similarly, most of the other
venues — Ob's office, Ob's gardens, skyscrapers, factories,
Garth's mansion — all seem to have been hired for the
occasion from Central Casting, rather in the same way that the
Sharetakers group is just Rentacult. Where all these
places are in relation to each other is anyone's guess, except
that BTL HQ is on a small islet that is nevertheless large enough
for Eduard to be able to run for miles exercising Ob's body; no,
wait a minute, that can't be right . . . Does the city bustle, or
is it fairly quiet? What does it feel like to be there? What are
the shops like? Does it have ghettoes or posh areas or red light
districts? Is the air polluted or clean? What forms of public
transportation are most used, if any? Are the people generally
bloody-minded or rude or amiable or socially aware or cold or
. . .?

One gets the very strong feeling that the reason one has no
sense of the city, or of anything within it, is that Anderson,
likewise, hasn't "been there". Rather than having any
visualization of the city, he has just tacked on standard bits of
city whenever the occasion demands them. Teresa's old body is
currently being used by someone who works in a factory? Right,
then, wheel on A Factory. You know it's A Factory because that's
what you've been told it is. But there's no impression given that
this is a particular factory that Anderson has ever been in,
either physically or in imagination. And so on.

Which leads us back to those old journeyman sf paperbacks of
yore. They too were often marked by a lack of originality in
their premise and working out, by poor pacing, by wooden,
stereotyped characterization and setting, by clumsy plotting, and
by their lack of narrative drive. I stress that there was nothing
wrong with that: as one paid over one's pennies (literally!) one
was fully aware that this was the rudimentary form of
entertainment one was buying, and if one's purchase proved to be
otherwise, why, that was a delightful surprise. But it would be
nice to think sf had moved on a little since those days —
that the standard of base-level competence might have improved a
bit. At the very least, one would expect such stuff to be
confined to cheap series mass-market paperbacks designed as
journey-fodder to be sold on station bookstalls, not as
expensively produced glossy hardbacks claiming to be other than
consumables.

No such luck.

I am of course utterly misguided in every single criticism of
Hopscotch I have dared to whisper in this review, and I
can present you with the proof. On the back of the book's dust
jacket a number of sf's brightest luminaries flatly contradict
me. In the interests of fair play I would like to cite their
cover-quotes so that you may compare them with the points I have
made above and see where I have gone astray in my reasoning.

[] "Cracking good — swift, sure storytelling, with
more plot twists than a snake and twice the bite." — Gregory
Benford

[] "A rousing tale that charges hard into territory where
nobody has gone before, this one may be the most original book of
the year." — Jack McDevitt

[] "Colorful, inventive, and intriguing, it's idea-driven
sf at its best, and a pleasure to read." — Allen Steele

[] "Kevin J. Anderson has done it again! Great setting,
intriguing characters, and a fascinating idea make
Hopscotch his best book yet." — Kristine Kathryn
Rusch

This review, first published by Infinity Plus, is
excerpted from my ebook Warm Words and Otherwise: A Blizzard
of Book Reviews, to be published on September 19 by Infinity
Plus Ebooks.

[Sean Randall · Rating 4 out of 5]

There's little doubt in my mind that this is one of my best reads of the month. Anderson paints a picture of a futuristic society but the whole concept of being able to swap bodies at will is quite inspired. he handles perspective, friendship and duty admirably.

Swapportunities and e-nouncements are cool watchwords for the future, and it's a great read, following the main characters, three of which are firm friends and the forth feels for duty, more than friendship. An artist, a lost soul and an eventual murderer all have their shining moments in this compelling story of swapping bodies,all undercut with tension and drama. The intricacies of the swap - the impact of the physical versus the mental - is very well thought-out indeed. Furthermore, the ability to move from physical form to form seems to have engendered a degree of sexual openness and communal working, in some quarters, and that's great to see.

As with any society there are bad as well as good people: the modus operandi of the bureaux that seem to run everything is shoot first, ask questions later, and Anderson's favourite mantra - a fake, wooing religion - is also apparent.

yet there is hope. For all the violence, the dangers and inherent legal complications that arise from being able to move out of your own body and into someone else's, the public are painted as generally average people, going about their day-to-day business. The Computer Organic Matrix (or COM) is an ever-growing network of computers and minds, and it seems as if any day now it will do something drastic - either to depose the bureaux or else to encourage more of the mere people to join it in some harmonious gestalt. maybe that would have worked for a sequel, who knows? In any case, a shockingly insightful little book, this - fiction at its futuristic best.

[Voss Foster · Rating 4 out of 5]

I read this in sixth grade. Okay, probably not the best time to read it, but even then I was hooked.

Let's start with the world: it's been done. It really has. Body-swapping stories are common fodder in science-fiction, and this is without doubt science fiction.

What's really striking, though, is the seriously messed-up folks that it follows along the way to the end. Sure, there's interest, there's a good bit of social interaction, but you find yourself uneasy about the main characters, and that's when a book really pays off for me. Is it noble to switch bodies continually just to work continuously on your art and allow yourself to sleep, or is it detrimental and horrendous, or is it both?

Definitely a book to take a look at, whether your first, second, or tenth look.

[Mohawk Mary · Rating 4 out of 5]

If I have to read the word "waifish" one more time...
So much emphasis was put in describing Teresa's one body over and over again. Like the reader would forget she was "waifish." I hope to never see that word again.
Other than that I enjoyed the storyline and interesting concept of swapping bodies at will. It created so many possibilities and alternative ways of living that were fun to entertain. I especially liked the thought of a person swapping so someone else could experience pain or sickness for them. Such a neat concept.
I also really liked the short chapters. It made it really easy to keep reading in short spurts.

[Shawn Healey · Rating 1 out of 5]

Terribly juvenile writing and shallow, one dimensional characters. I couldn't finish this thing because it was just so bad.

[L. · Rating 4 out of 5]

An above average effort from Anderson. Interesting now (early 2018) in light of the upcoming Netflix adaptation of Altered Carbon, which also involves body-switching.

[LeeAnn · Rating 4 out of 5]

Excellent concept, but a lame ending.

[Annabell Webb · Rating 1 out of 5]

I decided to dnf this book at pg77. How has no one mentioned the questionable ages of these characters?!? This book feels very "i'm so spiritual, let me tell you how spiritual I, as an author, am." Sometimes a little "nice guy" incel vibes thrown in there.

There’s a scene where characters get sexual and it feels very inappropriate, i'm not even sure they are anywhere near adulthood.
Honestly, in the 77 pages, i don't know how old the characters are, i dont know what they look like (even if it's just a "vibe" of aura or some crap), and the writing feels like a shallow look at the human mind if not a fetish piece. I know more about sexual tendencies of the world as a whole than I do about the religious beliefs of the characters who were raised in a religious temple!

So gross. This could have been a fascinating story on the human mind. Instead, it was a total fetish fest and is avoiding the plot completely.

[KRISTEN STUART · Rating 4 out of 5]

I first read this book shortly after it was published. It has lived rent free in my brain ever since, so I decided it was time I reread it.
Most significantly I was obsessed with how gender and sex are portrayed in this book. You are the gender that your brain says you are, and you just occupy male or female bodies for a time. For my non-binary and trans friends, this seems pretty ideal. Don’t feel like your body matches your identity? Hop to a new one. And while I don’t have “penis envy” I find the idea of being able to experience sex from both sides to be delightful. It would also be nice to be able to swap bodies to match the needs of a specific task/job, or due to exhaustion when a task/job must continue.

[Sarah · Rating 1 out of 5]

For an interesting premise, the book falls completely flat. The storyline is flimsy, the characters are cardboard, and the ending is dissapointing. The storytelling itself is almost worth the read, but not quite. For those who consider themselves avid sci-fi readers, I'll save you the trouble: don't bother with this one. It's not worth your time.

[Andy Smith · Rating 3 out of 5]

This was…Weird.

[June · Rating 3 out of 5]

3.5 The concept was great but the characters seemed weak and the ending lacked punch.

[Lisa · Rating 4 out of 5]

The premise is very interesting and I enjoyed the first half of the book more than the second. I found there was almost too much 'swapping' and I was losing track of who was who.

[Ellen Satter · Rating 4 out of 5]

so many layers, so well written
a love song to friendship

[Traci · Rating 1 out of 5]

DNF. I don’t really care about any of the characters and I can see things coming from a mile away. Moving on to something else!

[Abby Goldsmith · Rating 4 out of 5]

Fast pace, tight writing, solid prose, and an awesome premise. I stayed invested until the end, but just barely--because I lost respect for all the main characters. Each of them ended up doing something stupid that undermined the realism of the society/world. Several times, a POV character would assume that body X belonged to character X, even though they're aware that bodies are interchangeable.

The society felt very sketchy to me, in general. You'd expect a book about body swapping to touch upon gender identity, bisexuality, psychology, mind/body connection, and things like that. But it really didn't. The POV characters kept their traditional gender roles, no matter which body they wore. Apparently using an opposite gender body had no psychological effect whatsoever. The sex scenes felt like stock footage. Just descriptions of physical exploration, with nothing psychological. When the eager-to-please female POV character swapped into a male body, it had no affect; she remained eager-to-please. When a male POV character swapped into a pregnant female, he really hammed up the hormone changes and formed an inexplicable bond with the fetus. It all seemed rather random.

Sure, a society where body swaps are normal would probably blur and erase gender roles, but I saw scant evidence of it. The world was very much like our own. Except they didn't have email. I kept wondering why the main characters couldn't just send each other private messages to arrange meeting places and convey vital information.

I think body swapping would change society a heck of a lot more. If bodies are merely property, then they'd be installed with tracking microchips or bar codes. It wouldn't be so easy to get a body stolen or lost or damaged. Body swapping would revolutionize psychology and cause new industries to arise, based on identity. A tenuous sort of immortality would be available to anyone rich enough to keep buying younger bodies; they wouldn't need to be 'phantoms.' Since death is so easily avoidable for the rich, there would probably be a large criminal underground of hit-men. I'm sure there would be other sweeping societal changes; those are just the ones I thought of in five minutes. Yet the book never touched on any such societal changes. It was just standard bar/nightclub scenes, standard executive offices, standard quasi-military police squads. The internet was sort of not really there--just a fringe thing that no one utilized much.

If you pick up this book because of the tantalizing story of a man being hunted by his friend, be forewarned: That part was interesting and high stakes and exciting, but it only starts about 60% into the book. There's a LOT of filler. The female POV character enters into a standard abused spouse relationship--which had no bearing on the high stakes plot. The artist POV character goes through struggle and triumph in his career, and also has nothing at stake. Each subplot seemed to be intertwined and possibly leading somewhere. But they didn't. They just petered out.

I don't like the message imparted by the ending: Justice is unimportant. Self-sacrifice is more important than truth or justice.

The POV characters are potentially interesting and likable, but each one had a stupid moment that caused me to lose respect for them. The woman joins an abusive cult in her vague and unstructured quest for answers to the meaning of life. The risk-taker signs a contract that can get him killed, without examining it for loopholes. The artist nearly drowns while seeking inspiration, because he wasn't paying enough attention to the world around him. And the inspector isn't a good one, despite what we're told, since he dismisses the truth out of hand.

Overall, I did enjoy this book enough to read it quickly. That was mostly due to hints that never quite paid off. It was a popcorn-light read--but shallow. If you're looking for an airplane book, this might be a good one.

[Sebastien · Rating 5 out of 5]

En me promenant au centre Place Laurier j'ai découvert qu'il y avait une librairie Anglaise du nom de Library Smith en dessous de la Boutique L'Imaginaire et quelle ne fut pas ma surprise de tomber sur un autre livre de Kevin J Anderson. Étant déjà à la recherche de nouveau matériel écrit par cet auteur qui, jusqu'à maintenant, ne m'avais jamais déçu. Je prend le livre, le ramène à la maison et l’entame aussitôt.

Bien que l'histoire avance lentement, j'ai accroché à tous les personnage dès leur entré en jeu. Il faut savoir que le style de Kevin J Anderson est très particulier et pas apprécié de tout le monde. Il prend le temps de nous faire connaître les personnages au travers d'événements de la vie de tous les jours. Donc ses chapitres ne cherche pas à refléter une intensité continue. Il y a beaucoup de moment qui ne servent qu'à nous faire connaître les personnages et à voir leur vie de tous les jours. Soyez avertie, cette méthode d'écriture rend tout chapitre où il arrive malheur à un des personnage plus émotionnel et vous en venez à avoir l'impression de voir un ami cher vivre le malheur et pire encore vous ne pouvez rien faire pour l'aider.

C'est peut-être pas fait pour tout le monde, mais moi j'adore ce style qui me permet de m'immerger dans l'histoire. Dans ce livre justement, l'histoire est peu banale. Nous somme dans le futur et l'humain a trouver le moyen de pouvoir faire un "hopscotch" soit changer de corps avec un autre humain par un phénomène d'échange. Donc vous pouvez déjà imaginé toutes les possibilités qu'un tel concept peut faire sortir. Pour vous donner une idée, le roman commence avec un des personnage qui a pour emploi d'être malade à la place des autres. Il est payer pour avoir la gastro, la grippe ou voir même une pneumonie en échange d'argent. Il prend soin du corp et le rend à la fin de la convalescence, tandis que son client continue sa vie avec le corps en santé du personnage en question.

Ce livre est très prenant et vivant. L'auteur ne va pas dans l'excès de technologie, l'histoire fait vrai par sa simplicité. Tellement que j'ai embarqué que dans un des dernier chapitre il arrive quelque chose de triste et je n'ai pu m'empêcher de pleurer à la lecture de ces tragiques lignes. Ma copine de l'époque était à côté de moi et elle voit mon visage tout rouge, les yeux plein d'eau et le visage triste (j'essayais de contenir, mais ça l'air que ça pas marché). J'ai dû fermer le livre, laisser l'émotion passer et j'ai pu continuer ma lecture par la suite. C'était le premier roman qui m'avait poussé à vivre ce genre d'émotions.

Donc pour faire simple, je recommande ce livre à tout le monde. Même une personne qui n'aime pas la science fiction pourrait y trouver son compte. C'est dans mes coup de coeur à vie et j'ai bien l'intention de relire ce roman un jour.

[Mazil · Rating 2 out of 5]

Firstly: I did not finish this book, so my rating might be a little unfair. Two stars for me would be "I generally wouldn't recommend this book, but you might get something out of it", and it solidly fits into this category for me.

Body-swapping is such an enticing premise and there are some intriguing sci-fi ideas here, but I found the story as a whole to be very awkwardly written. Early on, the technology for body-swapping is cringe-worthily hand-waved over by an overheard conversation at a bar. This did not bode well.

We are introduced to four main characters: childhood friends, now adults, newly introduced into this body-swapping world. Flashbacks are interspersed with present-day events to fill us in on their backstory, but I found these diversions distracting, awkward and tension-sapping. I couldn't embrace any of the characters. I found them naive, which, given their background, could be forgivable... but I think it was shallow motives and characterisation.

I stopped reading when, after one character was finally saved from being physically, mentally and sexually abused for a prolonged period of time, another character took revenge by body-swapping into a physically stronger body so he could beat up the perpetrator. I just couldn't stomach it.

I'd suggest there might be something in this story for adventure sci-fi fans - probably male, or those who don't mind a token, occasionally taken-advantage-of female character - who are happy to read a romp in a body-swapping world.

(As an aside, the combination above reminds me of Ringworld, but Ringworld's science, characters and setting were much more satisfying for me.)

[Viridian5 · Rating 1 out of 5]

Kevin J. Anderson's Hopscotch has an interesting premise, that in the future people have learned how to swap personalities from body to body. Although it's science fiction, he never quite explains how the process is supposed to work, so it's not hard science fiction. Since I usually prefer sociological fiction to hard science, I wouldn't mind so much if I could give a damn about the characters or if it had been written better. First, we have the characters, who are all complacent nitwits who fall into the most obvious traps. Over and over. Every one of them. They also learn nothing by the end. Instead of feeling sympathy over their plights, I wanted to wallop them.

It doesn't help that Anderson gives each of them a flashback in the beginning chapters. It's like the worst episodes of Highlander or Kung Fu ever. And we have writing like this:
Then, with the whole world awaiting them, they went out to embark on a great adventure--the rest of their lives....

Gag. This is within the first few pages of the story too.

I also can't believe that this process isn't abused far more often than he details here.

[Jefferson Smith · Rating 3 out of 5]

In a world where people swap bodies as casually as they change shirts, relationships are complicated, especially for a group of young adults who struggle to hold their childhood friendship together against the constant rip-tide of total identity chaos. When Eduard is forced to kill a powerful man in self defence and then disappears behind a screen of rapid identity flips, his friends rally to protect him, but there's just one problem: how can you help someone if you don't know who he is today? And while they search, the authorities are closing in.

The premise of hopscotching makes for an interesting world, and some of the implications of that technology are explored, but I don't think very believably. The profound upheavals that would follow such ubiquitous and casual identity shifting would completely destabilize society and it would reassemble in some bizarre and unrecognizable new form. The characters are rather unshaped, and there was little to keep me engaged and concerned for their well-being.

Well enough written for those who don't want to think too deeply about the situation, but it falls apart pretty quickly for those who do.

[Janos Honkonen · Rating 1 out of 5]

Hopscotch got the questionable honour of being the fourth book I've just stopped reading in my adult age since I just couldn't finish it. The basic premise of the book is great - in the future people get the ability to switch bodies at will. There would've been dozens of ways to ease the reader into the world and to introduce this rather promising idea. Instead the writer opted to take his brainstorming bullet points and turn them into the clumsiest exposition I've ran into for a long time: having some of the characters overhear a very contrived bar table conversation where two people literally explain how the world works to each other. From that the book started to meander here and there while reading like a rather interesting first draft. When for the third time I found myself sighing when I picked up the book and wishing I had something else to read, I decided that maybe it's the time for this Yeller to go. What a damn waste of a rather good idea.

[Vincent Bernhardt · Rating 3 out of 5]

I'm not enamored of Kevin J. Anderson's Hopscotch. I struggled with this one a bit, but muddled through. That's not a resounding endorsement. The book is well written, but loses me sometimes, and I'm not quite sure why that is. We follow the main characters as they grow up in a society where you can switch bodies as easily as changing the channel on television. The bad things that can happen, do happen. The premise is okay but I just never felt the compulsion to move forward in the story. The timing is good, so that isn't the issue. Perhaps I just never could relate to the main characters. In real life, that's a good thing. It's a good book, but sometimes (for me) it takes more than that.

[Aria · Rating 1 out of 5]

(i seem to be hitting a streak of books that appear promising, but turn out to be so flat that i can't finish them.) i am several chapters in and still just don't care at all, about any of this, so i'm calling it: this book is a fail. by now, i should have found at least 1 character or story line interesting enough to make want to follow the tale, but i haven't, so i'm done with this thing. i gave it a fair try, and it's kind of amazing that it couldn't offer at least 1 intriguing thing to keep me interested when the premise of the thing is nothing if not ripe with possibilities. my recommendation in regards to this book is, "don't bother."

[Jacob Brandenburg · Rating 2 out of 5]

While the concept of the book was what I considered to be a well thought the story line was weak and underdeveloped. It took for the last 50 or so pages to really get any meaning out of the story. Is the soul (mind) and body what makes a person or is it one or the other seemed to be a great philosophical question, but one that really did not answer it and ended up giving the answer that friendship was more important than anything else. In reality it took my about 5 different tries to finish this book, but never could let it go, because was hopeful for something greater as I went on.

[Jeremy Bensley · Rating 2 out of 5]

I enjoyed the premise of this book, but the rapid context switching made it very confusing to follow and not entirely enjoyable. I understand that the perspective switching makes sense within the context of the book to add to the confusion of who inhabits which body, but the unannounced transition to and from flashback sequences was particularly jarring. The plot was fairly routine, and the characters never gained the depth that would be expected from such a work. Unless you're really fascinated by the body-switching premise I would skip this one.

[Ada Macey · Rating 2 out of 5]

Not a big fan of this book at all. Interesting concept for a world, and one that I've personally been fascinated with for a long time, but the characters were mundane, paper thin archetypes. The core story was focused on the development and growth of these characters, but they were shallow to start with, and their development was facile and predictable.

I don't quite think it deserves one star, but I'm not sure it deserves two either...

[Bjstaab · Rating 2 out of 5]

It was a slog, but I finally finished. Interesting concepts, but the storytelling felt so flat, I found it difficult to find reasons to keep reading. Another reviewer had it right when they commented that the author spends a lot of time telling instead of showing. No real conflict appears until well after halfway through the book. In all, it was a lot of interesting ideas let down by boring execution.

[Rebecca · Rating 1 out of 5]

This book is SO terrible that I cannot recommend it to anyone. It is incredibly rare for me to put a book down and not finish it, but this is one of those rare occasions. The characters are so unsympathetic, the story (as much of it as I have read) is going nowhere, and the concept although kind of interesting, isn't being explored in a way that would keep me reading the book.

There are WAY better writers out there, go and read one of their books and don't waste your time with this one.

[Douglas Summers-Stay · Rating 2 out of 5]

I wouldn't recommend this. I couldn't believe in any of the characters or their relationships. My biggest problem was that I couldn't understand how the swapping could happen-- memories and abilities are encoded in brain structure, and if somehow you could leave the brain behind, you would leave those, too. He deals with drug addiction and hormones affecting behavior, but of course the brain itself is the part of the body with the greatest influence on behavior. Anyway, I found it perverse.

[Charl · Rating 2 out of 5]

The hook is engaging, that people can voluntarily switch personalities and "hopscotch" into each other's bodies, and the author explores some of the consequences very nicely, which was interesting enough to get me to read about half the book.

But it never really fully engaged my interest, and I just never really got that interested in the actual characters.

So I'm moving on, to something more entertaining.