Son Of Man

Son Of Man[Ebook] ➩ Son Of Man Author Robert Silverberg – Arrebatado para o futuro distante vítima de uma torrente do tempo um homem chamado Clay chega à Terra Uma Terra ue não conhece Shakespeare Marx Mozart Maomé ou Darwin Um planeta habitado por seres Arrebatado para o futuro distante vítima de uma torrente do tempo um homem chamado Clay chega à Terra Uma Terra ue não conhece Shakespeare Marx Mozart Maomé ou Darwin Um planeta habitado por seres de inteligência superior e sexualidade ambivalenteAui não existem homens ou mulheres Nem Paris Lisboa ou Londres A raiva e a morte cessaram O século XX era apenas uma risca na banda do tempoNuma curta viagem panorâmica envolvendo Son Of ePUB ✓ mil milhões de anos Clay começa a desenvolver o sentido do seu próprio tempo enuanto passado a aurora do homemAtravés do caleidoscópio da evolução torna se claro agora é o tempo do Filho do Homem Este livro é extravagante pródigo e imoderadamente generoso com a imagem e a sensação e com a sexualidade New York Times. Woah what a trip I loved it although it was the exact euivalent of staring into a kaleidoscope for 5 hours Definitely not a typical book in any sense not typical Silverberg not typical science fiction and not even typical of the days when it was written 1971 even if it channels a lot of the psychedelic sub culture of the early '70s Just different from anything I’ve ever read I think of this novel as a virtuoso performance by an author who had fully mastered his craft and wanted to go as out there as he could possibly go with his imagination in one single book Where to start well Clay is a man from the 20th Century who is caught up in a time flux and transported to a time that’s billions of years into the future The Earth of this distant era retains almost no recognizable feature from our time and its population consists of wildly variant life forms In the intervening eons the human race has evolved into many forms from the tyrannosaur like Eaters to the sedentary and zen Awaiters to the suid like underwater Breathers to the colossal Interceders to the werewolf like Destroyers — all of these are “Sons of Man” Together with Clay other versions of what Homo Sapiens has mutated into during the past millions of years find themselves sucked up by this time flux including a pink spheroid who lives inside a cage that rolls around on two wheels Yikes No need for LSD With the Skimmers and in spite of them Clay goes on a journey of discovery which takes him around this future Earth So on one hand we have wild and extreme projections of evolutionary science As always with Silverberg he is not very much concerned with the scientific aspects of it at all Against this scenario the author goes berserk with his imagination especially visual and sensory imagination including at least a million different colors that he describes throughout the book Surrealism must have been a major influence Salvador Dalì would have LOVED this book and rolled his greasy mustache tips in delight In the only interview I found on the internet where Robert Silverberg talks specifically about this book he says ”I had no pattern in mind in the evolutionary conceptions The book was intended as a dreamlike vision a surreal portrait of the future not as a scientific text One of my chief inspirations was a book called A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay which has some of the same emphasis on color and free imagination But mainly the imagery came from my own dreams I found that I was actually dreaming scenes from the book each night; I jotted them down when I awoke and wrote them later in the day”“Most of those creatures are in the novel described as direct descendants of man – our gene pool undergoing vast diversion over the eons to come My intentions were literary but I also think it’s a very possible concept despite today’s current anti scientific attitudes toward genetic manipulation we are destined to see such vast changes in the physical form of the human race in the next five thousand years let alone a couple of billlion that we would not be able to recognize our descendants as human”At the end we get a sort of messianic finale very fitting after thinking about the nature of man and the biblical title but there is no real explanation for anything even there and to be honest it makes as much sense as any dream which is very little I have to admit if this hadn't been written by Silverberg whose work I adore I might not have liked it as much It's not an easy read especially because there is no real narrative engine no plot that propels you forward while you're reading and no explanation for almost anything at all which is a typical feature of the fantasy genre rather than SF and one of the reasons why I usually can’t stand fantasy fiction It’s not easy to read because it demands a constant extra effort of imagination from the reader So you need to do some mental work out But Silverberg was perfectly aware of all this to the point that towards the end he actually spells out each unanswered uestion that the reader still has almost as if he was saying “Hey I’m with you I know exactly what is left unexplained I’m not your average fantasy writer I know what I’m doing here”from p179 of the first editionWill I ever return to my own time?What has become of the Spheroid?How are new Skimmers created?Where is the home of Wrong? Who or what is she?Why have I been brought here?How old is the world?etc etc All in all this is an absolutely uniue work of fiction that still shines fizzes and dazzles today in all of its hallucinogenic splendor Back in the 1970s there was a certain type of film that whether by chance or design became highly favored by the cannibis stimulated and lysergically enhanced audience members of the day These so called stoner pictures such as Performance El Topo Pink Flamingos and Eraserhead played for years as midnight movies and remain hugely popular to this day Well just as there is a genre of cinema geared for stoners it seems to me that there could eually well be a breed of literature with a genuine appeal for those with an altered consciousness That we don't hear of such books is perhaps due to the fact that reading reuires in the way of active mental work than does film gazing; reading is not as passive an activity generally speaking as watching a film and entails of an exercise of the imagination But if there ever WERE such a genre of literature as the stoner book then I do believe that Robert Silverberg's Son of Man would be a prime example Released in 1971 this was just one of four novels that the author came out with that year the others being the wonderful The Second Trip NOT an LSD reference the Nebula winning A Time of Changes and his story of insane overpopulation The World Inside uite unlike any other Silverberg novel that I have encountered Son of Man is a bizarre hallucinatory phantasmagoric vision of Earth's far future that is surely not for all tastes; even Jon Davis the host of the uasi Official Robert Silverberg Web Site tells us that the book is probably not for the casual reader In this virtually plotless novel the reader encounters an everyman named most symbolically Clay who may or may not be from Clayton Missouri Clay is somehow caught in a time flux and whisked untold billions of years into Earth's future as opposed to Silverberg's 1968 novel Hawksbill Station which is set a billion years in the past to a time when all the flora and fauna are completely changed and even the constellations and continents have altered Over the course of his travels Clay meets the six different forms that mankind has evolved into the sexually mutable Skimmers who he befriends; the vegetablelike soil dwelling Awaiters; the suidlike Breathers; the shaggy Destroyers; the T rex like Eaters; and the saurian Interceders With the Skimmers he participates inobserves their five rites the Opening of the Earth during which their spirits ? explore the bowels of the planet; the Lifting of the Sea; the Tuning of the Darkness during which the music of the spheres is adjusted by the Skimmer crew; the Filling of the Valleys in which all of Earth's mountains are seemingly leveled and its valleys filled in; and the mysterious Shaping of the Sky Clay also traverses the numerous zones of discomfort Ice Fire Dark Old in which he ages drastically Empty and Slow and along the way changes into a female roams the stars gets dissolved in a river is transformed into an Awaiter explores an underground city now populated only by robots traverses a desert that breeds hallucinations and on and on Son of Man as you can tell is a book of virtually boundless imagination and in that regard it must be deemed a complete success It is as if someone dared Silverberg to write the most way out book imaginable in a sci fi context and the author accepted and rose to the challenge The book is surely as bizarre as David Lindsay's 1920 classic A Voyage to Arcturus which also featured a hero who undergoes physical metamorphoses and as pleasingly trippy as Philip K Dick's The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch 1964 but what I kept being reminded of here of all things is H P Lovecraft's posthumous oneiric novella of 1943 The Dream uest of Unknown Kadath As in that surrealist wonder in Son of Man any marvelous thing can pop up at any moment and there is simply no way in the world for the reader to predict what will happen in the very next sentence At one point in the story Clay attempts a rational analysis of his experiences at which the reader can only chuckle and wish him luck In another section the forces of Chaos erupt from a mountainside and in a display of psychedelic verbiage that rivals anything in Henry Kuttner's The Fairy Chessmen 1946 or Dick's The Ganymede Takeover 1967 Clay sees a thick snaky worm with luminous antennae and a walking black barrel and a dancing fish and a tunnel with legs He sees a trio of giant eyes without bodies He sees two green arms that clutch each other in a desperate and murderous grip He sees a suadron of marching red eggs He sees wheels with hands He sees undulating carpets of singing slime He sees fertile nails He sees one legged spiders He sees black snowflakes He sees men without heads He sees heads without men Anyway most of the book is like that you should get a load of what Clay sees in that hallucinatory desert and whether the author has any grander design than engendering sheer wonder and that elusive sense of cosmic awe I'm not certain The book is most assuredly heavily symbolic but symbolic of what I don't know Perhaps it would be wise to take a hint from what Clay thinks as he traverses that underground city Futile to seek logic here Son of Man is needless to say both intelligent and finely written in Silverberg's best manner during this the great second phase of his literary career The book can be justly accused of being overwritten and of consisting of one damn thing after another but overall it is a fairly overwhelming affair and to uote author Brian Stableford a beautiful and brilliant book But hardly perfect When Clay suddenly transforms into a woman he mentally rattles off practically every darn bit of the female anatomy mesovaria the infundibulo pelvic ligaments to the point where the reader assumes he must have been a 20th century gynecologist And it was the Skimmer named Ninameen who tells Clay that Dreams end not Ti as he contemplates 140 pages later And when Clay soars through the sky at an altitude of several miles and is said to cast shadows in the ionospherewell the ionosphere doesn't even begin till one reaches around 30 miles up Still it is hard to uibble with a book in which seeming reality is so very plastic Silverberg's novel also contains some clever humor I love it when Clay becomes a woman after he lifts the oceans with the Skimmers and the author writes that he is unmanned by this sea change and some uite moving sections regarding life and death and Man's place in the grand scheme of things It is a boldly ambitious book an exercise in imaginative gusto run rampant and I guarantee you uite unlike anything you have previously taken in This reader has not partaken of recreational drugs in a very long time but Silverberg's Son of Man surely was an effective substitute lemme tell you A few pages into this book I groaned I picked it up because I was reading Robert Silverberg books I barely glanced at the cover to get a sense of what it was going to be about On the first page Clay a man of our time which in the case of the book would be around 1970 finds himself caught in a time flux and deposited in some future world a verdant paradise possibly a million years in the future Soon he meets Hanmer one of the current human specimens a soft spoken somewhat androgynous young man with green skin and red eyes Hanmer will be Clay's guideThat's when I groaned I seldom like books that involve a stranger trotted around a wondrous new world and shown wonders Dante set a high literary standard for this format around the beginning of the 14th century Utopian novels employ this method and they are a drag In science fiction from about the same tame as Silverberg's novel there is Theodore Sturgeon's Venus Plus X a silly and tedious book Nothing much can happen in these stories if they are stories They read like account of visits to futuristic theme parks that prompt from their authors inflated language suited to the wonders on view Silverberg is an author who can describe some pretty outlandish worlds and make them totally believable For Son of Man he slips into highfalutin language that he imagines does justice to the mystic and ecstatic rituals Clay experiences It doesn't It just sounds strainedFew books I have ever read spend such time on the state of their protagonist's genitals Everyone is naked in this world Hanmer and his five friends known as Skimmers not only look androgynous but change gender at will Clay's freuent erections whether prompted by sexual arousal by a Skimmer in hisher female mode or at times simply by something in the air are mighty things Except for one gender bending encounter that must have much titillating and shocking in 1971 that it is today Clay finds himself mounting not only the Skimmers but in some cases the primordial ooze he drags himself through and even wet sand on a beach Think about the last one There is much engulfing and thrusting described although at times Clay ejaculates spontaneously We also learn how the varying atmospheric conditions affect his penis and testicles Silverberg was a hardworking full time writer who in addition to SF wrote dirty books for long forgotten paperback publishers like Nightstand Editions That industry was done in by home video and the internet but if you were around in the seventies you probably encountered these kinds of publications and you will recognize their language in Son of Man Where else would you come across the word encunted? It doesn't make it through spell check but it is in WiktionaryBut I digress No I take that back Clay's erections are a central feature of the book His other experiences involve body dissolving trips to the edge of the universe time spent as a giant carrot and struggles alone through the Unpleasant Zones areas with names like Heavy Slow Dark Cold Empty The Skimmers who are not unlike HG Wells' Eloi minus the inconvenience of the Morlocks live a carefree existence their only duty being certain rituals that keep the world humming along Sound boring? It is But to Silverberg's credit and his love of monstrosities Clay meets along his journey some pretty interesting throwbacks to earlier human forms that range from spheres who live in mobile cages to pimply stinky goat men to ravenous dinosaurs each of them some evolutionary adaptation to an era of earth's historyThe conclusion is a cosmic experience at the Well of First Things Another trait of this book is an absolute lack of humor and yet much in Son of Man could be transferred to a Douglas Adams book with little rewriting In addition to a prolonged ejaculation this climactic eperience involves an immersion in the full panoply of humanity and a uasi religious experience in which Clay takes on all the sorrows fears and boredom of everything from his Skimmer friends to Neanderthals and the spheroid thing in the cage Why he feels compelled or even has the right to do this is not clear except that he is Clay he is one special dude Silverberg must have ingested a combination of LSD and Ecstasy prior to writing this book Clay our 20th century human narrator is captured by the time flux never explained and deposited in the far far future how far? don't know where he meanders around having intercourse both philosophical and sexual with future versions of humanity on a future version of earth This could have been interesting except for the stream of consciousness writing style and the utter and complete lack of plot I tried to read this once before and just couldn't get through it This time I ended up pretty much skim reading the second half just to see if possibly it might get better as well as to ensure I never have to try to read it again There are some interesting philosophical gems but I just couldn't get into it Maybe someone with experience with mood altering chemicals might find it a bit to their liking A uote from page 96 seems to sum up Though he transcends these difficulties he is perturbed by a fundamental uncertainty of purpose that conflicts not only with his awareness of the nonexistance of purpose but with his awareness of the nonexistance of conflict That's this book in a nutshell No conflict no purpose Silverberg discovers LSDClay awakens naked and alone in a strange world of magnificent color sound scent and life He meets Hanmer recognizably human in form but hairless golden green skinned able to change sex and travel astrally around the solar system He's not in Kansas anyHanmer is a human from the distant future a Son of Man Clay has been transported through something called a 'time flux' to Hanmer's era alongside other often startling variations of humanity He enjoys intense new experiences yet feels like a primitiveWhy has he been brought here?A writer of pulp sci fi and pornography in the 1950s and early 60s Silverberg reinvented himself thereafter as a ambitious writer freeing his imagination and letting his hair down to indulge in all manor of lyrical flights of fancyHe never abandoned the sex though Far from it In the first twenty pages of this book Clay has sex with himself Hanmer who becomes a female for him the sky and even the planet Jupiter I kid you not he what's the biggest planet in the solar systemYep it's a real anything goes outing from the author At one point he lists ten consecutive synonyms for the word 'dismembered' all of which also begin with the letter 'd' At another point he names and visits than fifty stars There isn't much story amongst an orgy of ritual and sensation Iirritated me as often as it entertained me Still I admired Silverberg's WTF attitude here A psychedelic far future romp in which a modern man plays the part of the atavistic primitive transported to a world that is barely recognizable as Earth The protagonist's guides are the jovial humanoid Skimmers who invite him to participate in their cosmos shaking sex rituals as they travel across the earth along the way experiencing changes in sex and species encountering several descendant species of humanity and the bizarre zones places that distill the experiences Slow Old and Dark Don't look for coherence and you'll have a wild ride A surrealistic look at the future SF on LSD A previous reviewer suggested that this book is 'the exact euivalent of staring into a kaleidoscope for 5 hours' Exactly Although on that basis he gave the book five stars and I am giving it oneDepends on whether you'd find staring into a kaleidoscope for 5 hours a gratifying or grating experience I guess This is my favorite Robert Silverberg book I love this one by Silverberg I am fascinated by his examination of what it means to be human and his writing is elegant