Aldiss, Brian / Олдисс, Брайан - Собрание сочинений (330 произведений) [1955-2021, fb2, epub, pdf ENG]

The Brightfount Diaries 2013, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-00-748211-5, The Friday Project Non-Stop (= Starship) / Без остановки (= Звёздный корабль; Беспосадочный полёт; Замкнутый мир) 2000, fb2, ISBN: 978-1857989984, Millennium/Orion; 2005, epub, ISBN: 978-1-59020-964-6, The Overlook Press The Male Response 2015, epub, eISBN: 9780007482399, HarperVoyager The Interpreter (= Bow Down to Nul; X for Exploitation) / Переводчик 1961, fb2 The Primal Urge (= Minor Operation) 1961, fb2; 2012, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-00-748207-8, HarperCollins Hothouse (= The Long Afternoon of Earth) / Теплица (= Долгие сумерки Земли; Перед закатом Земли; Мир-оранжерея) 1962, fb2; 2015, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-5040-1035-1, Open Road Integrated Media Greybeard / Седая Борода 1965, fb2; 2012 epub, ISBN: 978-1-61756-766-7, E-Reads The Dark Light Years / Градгродд (= На белой полосе) 1964, fb2; 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-1-4976-0815-3, Open Road Integrated Media Earthworks / Всё созданное Землёй 1965, fb2; 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-1-4976-0817-7, Open Road Integrated Media Cryptozoic! (= An Age) / Сад времени 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-1-4976-0811-5, Open Road Integrated Media Report on Probability A / Доклад о Вероятности Эй 2015, epub, ISBN: 978-1-5040-1032-0, Open Road Integrated Media Barefoot in the Head / Босиком в голове 1979, fb2, ISBN: 0-586-04988-6, Panther Granada Publishing; 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-1-4976-0803-0, Open Road Integrated Media Frankenstein Unbound / Освобожденный Франкенштейн 2000, epub, ISBN: 978-0-7551-0069-9, House of Stratus Eighty-Minute Hour 2013, pdf/epub, ISBN: 978-0·00-748244-3, The Friday Project The Malacia Tapestry / Малайсийский гобелен 1976, fb2/epub; 2015, epub, ISBN: 978-1-5040-1033-7, Open Road Integrated Media Brothers of the Head 2012, epub, ISBN: 9780007482054, HarperCollins Enemies of the System 1978, fb2; 2015, epub, ISBN: 978-1-5040-1034-4, Open Road Integrated Media An Island Called Moreau (= Moreau's Other Island) 2015, ISBN: 978-1-5040-1029-0, Open Road Integrated Media Dracula Unbound 2015, ISBN: 978-1-5040-1037-5, Open Road Integrated Media White Mars 1999, fb2, ISBN: 0-316-85243-0, Little, Brown UK; 2015 epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-5040-1028-3, Open Road Integrated Media (with Roger Penrose) Cretan Teat 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-0-00-748221-4, The Friday Project (не фантастика) Jocasta 2014, epub, ISBN: 9780007482153, HarperCollins HARM 2007, epub, ISBN: 978-0-345-50037-3, Del Rey / Ballantine Comfort Zone 2013, pdf, ISBN: 978-0-00-748248-1, The Friday Project (не фантастика) Walcot 2015, epub, eISBN: 978-0-00-748227-6, HarperVoyager Finches of Mars / Птицы Марса 2015, ISBN: 978-1-5040-0589-0, Open Road Integrated Media

The Canopy of Time 1959, fb2 No Time Like Tomorrow 1959, epub Galaxies Like Grains of Sand / Галактики как песчинки 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-1-4976-0823-8, Open Road Integrated Media Equator and Segregation 1973, fb2 The Airs of Earth 1963, fb2 The Moment of Eclipse 1970, fb2 Brothers of the Head and Where the Lines Converge 1979, fb2, ISBN: 978-0-586-04994-5, Panther Seasons in Flight 1988, epub, ISBN: 0-441-75704-9, Ace Books A Tupolev Too Far and Other Stories 1993, fb2 The Monster Trilogy 2013, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-00-752523-2, HarperCollins The Complete Short Stories: The 1950s 2014, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-00-748209-2, HarperCollins The Complete Short Stories: The 1960s (Part 1) 2015, epub, ISBN: 978-0-00-748229-0, Harper Voyager (UK) The Complete Short Stories: The 1960s (Part 2) 2015, epub, ISBN: 9780007586394, Harper Voyager (UK) The Complete Short Stories: The 1960s (Part 3) 2015, epub, ISBN: 9780008148959, Harper Voyager (UK) The Complete Short Stories: The 1960s (Part 4) 2015, epub, ISBN: 9780008148973, Harper Voyager (UK) 50 x 50 The Mini-Sagas 2012, epub (retail), ISBN: 9780007515271, The Friday Project Сборник из 50 микро-рассказов по 50 слов в каждом The Saliva Tree and Other Strange Growths 2015, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-5040-1031-3, Open Road Integrated Media

Outside / Извне (= Внешность; Снаружи) 1955, fb2 There Is a Tide / В потопе времени 1956, fb2 Let's Be Frank / Да здравствует Фрэнк! 1957, fb2 Ten-Storey Jigsaw (= Ten-Story Jigsaw) 1958, fb2 Poor Little Warrior! / Бедный маленький вояка! (= Бедный маленький воин, Бедный солдатик!) 1958, fb2 But Who Can Replace a Man? / Кто может заменить человека? 1958, fb2 Intangibles, Inc. 1959, fb2 Neanderthal Planet (= A Touch of Neanderthal) / Неандертальская планета 1960, fb2 Danger: Religion! (= Matrix) / Осторожно: Религия! (= Осторожно: Сутаны!) 1962, fb2 In The Arena 1963, fb2 Man on Bridge 1964, fb2 Jungle Substitute 1964, fb2 Scarfe's World 1965, fb2 Man In His Time / Человек в своем времени (= Время человека) 1965, fb2 The Saliva Tree / Слюнное дерево 1965, fb2 The Night That All Time Broke Out 1967, fb2 A Taste for Dostoevsky 1967, fb2 Full Sun 1967, fb2 Total Environment 1968, fb2 The Ergot Show 1972, fb2 As for Our Fatal Continuity ... 1972, fb2 Manuscript Found in a Police State 1972, fb2 Castle Scene with Penitents 1973, fb2 The Young Soldier's Horoscope 1973, fb2 Woman in Sunlight with Mandoline 1973, fb2 Serpent Burning on an Altar 1973, fb2 Live? Our Computers Will Do That for Us 1974, fb2 A Space for Reflection 1976, fb2 My Lady of the Psychiatric Sorrows 1977, fb2 The Skeleton 1981, fb2 Door Slams in Fourth World 1982, fb2 Ruins 2021, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-00-841258-6, Harper Voyager (UK) Becoming the Full Butterfly / Стать полной бабочкой 1995, fb2 Dark Society / Тёмное сообщество (= Мрачное сообщество) 1996, fb2 Death, Shit, Love, Transfiguration 1997, fb2 The Pause Button / Кнопка «Пауза» 1997, fb2 Apogee Again / Апогей 1999, fb2 Nothing in Life is Ever Enough / Ничто не лишне в жизни этой... 1999, fb2 Cognitive Ability and the Light Bulb / Когнитивная способность и электрическая лампочка 2000, fb2 Steppenpferd 2000, fb2 Tomorrow's Yesterdays 2000, fb2 A Matter of Mathematics / Вопрос математики 2001, fb2 Galaxy Zee / Галактика Зет 2001, fb2 Three Types of Solitude / Три вида одиночества 2001, fb2 Sunlight 2002, fb2 Tralee Of Young Man 2002, fb2 The Man and a Man with His Mule 2002, fb2 Aboard the Beatitude 2002, fb2 Tarzan of the Alps 2004, fb2 Pipeline 2005, fb2 Four Ladies of the Apocalypse 2007, fb2

Bury My Heart at W. H. Smith's 2013, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-0074-8213-9, HarperCollins

CHAPTER ONE A Visionary

Spring 1990 Professor Hengist Morton Embry was at the wheel, gliding along through Fort Lauderdale, pointing out the sights to his English visitor. 'This is the place if you want to eat fish. Absolutely first rate. I was there two - three nights ago, with Bobby Strawson and her crowd. Try the dolphin. Not the mammal, the fish. Go upstairs for better service. There's a waitress without a bra, and they serve a good Australian Shiraz.' Gordon Levine was impressed. He would not have expected such information, so crisply delivered, from an English professor of Stochastic Sociology - even if there was such a thing - in an English town. Embry had facts spilling from his fingertips. Fort Lauderdale slid by, malls, slummy bits, houses of the wealthy situated on well-tended canals. Levine was paying his first visit to Florida, and liking it. The month was March, the temperature was warm. He had already taken a swim in the hotel pool and exchanged a few words with the influential Bobby Strawson, organizer of the ASSA conference. He was impressed by the air of efficiency and glamour exuded by la Strawson. Equally, he was impressed by the charisma of this important professor, who had taken time out to show a stranger the town. Embry was the sort of scholar referred to as outgoing, though Levine had glimpsed a more thoughtful person beneath the surface. He had already given Levine some insights into other members of the ASSA, the American Stochastic Sociology Association. Embry­ was an untidy man, moderately massive, given to large ties which hung over one shoulder of his cotton jacket like the tongues of wolfhounds. Academically, he was considered brilliant; yet he could schedule a neat eight-stream conference in a matter of moments, totting up all the scholars involved, friend and foe, like columns of figures. So why was this paragon accepting a sabbatical year in England at the .'Vnglia University of Norwich, opening a new department? This was the question Levine put to his companion as they surveyed Fort Lauderdale. 'This mansion with the laburnums we're coming to, that's the Florida home of Jeff Stackpine, the Stackpine Trucks man. You think I'm side-tracking my career trajectory by taking off for a year? I don't read it that way. The US needs a breathing space from me. I can do wonderful things in England. They'll name the department after me.' He ground to a belated halt at a red. 'Traffic lights always see me coming. When did I last get a green? It's nature's way of telling me to slow down, I guess. 'Now we're heading for Mount Lauderdale. Have you heard of .Mount Lauderdale? It's the highest point in the city, snow on it in the winter. Coaches lose their way and have to be dragged out.' Levine expressed surprise. But, just as the Americans had their own views of what English weather was like, he had his views on the extremes of the American climate. They turned into a less elegant road and were passing the Everglades Motel, faced with fake logs. The sign was supported by two fibreglass alligators. There you see the real unreal America, Gordy,' said Embry, gesturing. The wish to get on, the wish to get off, the longing to have you on, the longing to have it off. See how one of those gators is female - mammal female, with boobs and blonde hair? It represents some sort of displacement in time as well as space. You clear the everglades, then you fake 'em to get 'em back. Consider the diversity of mentalities in these so-called United States, the sheer diversity' of mentalities. Some of us are living, or attempting to live, in the next century, and face up to the demographic conundrums ahead. Others - don't construe this as an ethnic remark in any way, Gordy, but some of us are still living and thinking last century, and the centuries before that, way back to primitive times, when tribes first wandered into North America. He knocked significantly at his forehead. As Embry exchanged an unscholarly word with a driver proceeding in the opposite direction, Levine said, by way of agreement, 'I saw in a recent poll that fifty-five percent of the population believe the sun goes round the earth, rather than vice versa.' Embry shot Levine a glance, half-smiling, one eyebrow crooked. 'You mean the other way round, surely? The earth going round the sun?' 'Fifty-five per cent believe it's the other way about. Maybe it was sixty-five.' 'You mean the sun going round the earth?' 'That's what fifty-five per cent believe.' Embry gave a snort and concentrated on the traffic ahead. Levine saw a muscle in his cheek working, one of the muscles he used for talking; maybe it never rested, even when no speech was forthcoming. Levine experienced a pang of doubt, sudden as toothache. Could it be that Hengist Morton Embry, founder, president, of the ASSA, was himself one of that fifty-five per cent? Or sixty-five? It couldn't be. Could it? 'Astronomy was never a subject I specialized in,' Embry said. 'But I do know that one American in seven carries a gun in his or her car.' Levine wanted to explain to him that you did not have to go to university to learn that the earth went round the sun, taking a year to make a complete orbit, because this was one of the known facts you imbibed with your mother's elderberry wine, if not her milk. That there was a whole raft of things, a skein, a web, a map, a safety net, you absorbed like your native language itself, if you were normal, by the time you made your first date, and that that safety net was an indispensable component of- well, of Western culture. Yet here was this professor of a distinguished Illinois university - a whole lot of them managed to get down to Florida in March - who appeared to have doubts regarding a cardinal fact known to ancient Greeks. Levine had on his safety belt in the Toyota; but in the other world, that great nexus of circumstance we call life, there was no safety belt. He was sitting next to an eminent academic who believed the sun was in orbit about the earth. 'Right, Gordy,' Embry said, 'here's Mount Lauderdale coming up.' He gestured grandly and chuckled. The car was heading up a slight incline. There were trees on either side of the road, expensive properties, a neat waterway, and the slight rise in the road. 'Mount Lauderdale. How d'you like it? All of eighteen feet above sea level. We're a great country for making mountains out of molehills.' 'I see.' Embry chuckled again. 'Just kidding you before, Gordy. Exercising your British sense of humour . . . We'd best head back to the conference.' Embry was a Happy American. It was easy to appear Happy. It was patriotic to be Happy. It was also good business to be Happy. Good business and patriotism went together, and their lubricant was the kind of good humour in which Professor Embry specialized. Returning to the conference, he drove Levine past The Fronds, a gigantic shopping mall built on adventurous Hnes, with undulating facades and interior waterfalls. It had been standing half a year, and was due to be pulled down, Embry said, in eighteen months. The carpark beside it was full of cars. Embry took it in with a gesture. . . .

Book One Mountebanks in an Urban Landscape

Smoke was drifting through my high window, obscuring the light. Something was added to the usual aromas of Stary Most. Among the flavours of fresh-cut timber, spices, cooking, gutters, and the incense from the corner wizard, Throat Dark, floated the smell of wood-smoke. Perhaps the sawdust-seller had set fire to his load again. Going to my casement, I looked down into the street, which was more crowded than usual for this hour of day. The gongfermors and their carts had disappeared, but the Street of the Wood Carvers was jostling with early traffic, including among its habitual denizens a number of porters, beggars, and general hangers-on; they were doing their best either to impede or to further the progress of six burly orientals, all wearing turbans, all accompanied by lizard-boys bearing canopies over them — the latter intended as much to provide distinction as shade, since the summer sun had little force as yet. The smoke was rising from the sweepings of an ash-merchant, busily burning the street's rubbish. One good noseful of it and I withdrew my head. The orientals had probably disembarked from a trireme newly arrived. From my attic, between roofs, its furled sails could be glimpsed alongside Satsuma, only a couple of alleys distant. I pulled on my blue ankle-boots, made from genuine marshbags skin; the black pair was in pawn and likely to remain so for a while. Then I went to greet the day. As I went down the creaking stair, I met my friend de Lambant climbing up to meet me, his head lowered as if compulsively counting the steps. We greeted each other. 'Have you eaten, Perian?' 'Why, I've been up for hours doing nothing else,' I said, as we made our way down. 'A veritable banquet at Truna's, with pigeon pie merely one of the attractions.' 'Have you eaten, Perian?' 'Today not, if you refuse to believe in pigeon pie. And you?' 'I found a muffin lying idle on a baker's tray as I made my way here.' 'There's a ship in. Shall we have a look at it on our way to Kemperer's?' 'If you think it holds any advantage. My horoscope isn't profitable today. There's women in it, but not just yet apparently. Saturn is proving difficult, while all the entrails are against me.' 'I'm too hard-up even to get my amulet blessed by Throat Dark.' 'It's marvellous not to be troubled by money.' We strolled along in good humour. His doublet, I thought, was not a shade of green to be greatly excited about; it made him look too much the player. Yet Guy de Lambant was a handsome fellow enough. He had a dark, quick eye and eyebrows as sharp and witty as his tongue could be. He was sturdily built, and walked with quite a swagger when he remembered to do so. As an actor he was effective, it had to be admitted, although he lacked my dedication. His character was all one could wish for in a friend: amusing, idle, vain and dissolute, ready for any mischief. The two of us were always cheerful when together, as many ladies of Malacia would vouch. 'Kemperer might give us a breakfast snack, even if there's no work.' 'That depends on his temper,' de Lambant said. 'And that depends on La Singla and how she has been behaving herself.' To which I made no answer. There was some slight jealousy between us concerning Kemperer's wife. Pozzi Kemperer was the great impresario, one of the best in Malacia. Both de Lambant and I had been in his company for the better part of two years; our present lack of employment was nothing new. On the quayside, a swarm of men were in action, mostly working bare-chested and barefoot, heaving on ropes, tugging winches, hauling boxes. The trireme was being unloaded. Various onlookers were delighted to inform us that the vessel had come up the River Toi from Six Lagoons, trading from the West. The optimists thought it might carry statuary, the pessimists that it might bring plague. As we arrived, customs officials in tricorne-hats were marching off the vessel. They would have been searching for forbidden goods, in particular any new thing which might upset the mellow flow of existence in Malacia; although I could only approve their mission, they were a poor, mothy collection, despite their hats and uniforms, one man limping, one half-blind, and a third, judging by appearances, lame, blind and drunk into the bargain. Guy and I had watched such scenes since we were children. Boats arriving from the East were a better spectacle than those from the West, since they often carried exotic animals and black female slaves. As I was turning away, not unprompted by the rumbling of my stomach, I noted a strange old figure hopping up and down on the deck of the trireme. His body was cut into pieces by the yards, but in a moment he turned and came down the gang-plank, carrying a box under one arm. He was stooped and white of hair, while something about his dress suggested to me that he was a foreigner — though he was not one of the mariners; indeed, I believed I had seen him about Malacia before. He wore a tattered fur jacket, despite the heat of the day. What took me was the mixture of delight and caution on his whiskery countenance; I tried setting my face in the same expression. He made off smartly into Stary Most and was lost to sight. The city brimmed with crazy characters. Several carriages were drawn up along the Satsuma. As de Lambant and I made off we were hailed from one of them. The carriage door opened, and there was my sister Katarina, smiling a sweet smile of welcome. We embraced each other warmly. Her carriage was one of the shabbiest there, the Mantegan arms peeling on the coachwork. She had married into a ruined family; yet she herself was as neat as ever, her long, dark hair pinned severely back, the contours of her face soft. 'You're both looking very idle,' she said. 'That's part nature, part artifice,' said de Lambant. 'Our brains are quite active — or mine is. I can't speak for your poor brother.' 'My stomach's active. What brings you here, Katarina?' She smiled in a sad fashion and gazed down at the cobblestones. 'Idleness also, you might say. I came to see the captain of the vessel to find out if there was word from Volpato, but he has no letters for me.' Volpato was her husband — more often absent than present and, when present, generally withdrawn. Both de Lambant and I made consoling noises. 'There will be another ship soon,' I said. 'My soothsayer misled me. So I'm going to the cathedral to pray. Will you join me?' 'Our Maker this morning is Kemperer, sweet sister,' I said. 'And he will make or break us. Go and act as our Minerva. I'll come and visit you at the castle soon.' I said it lightly meaning to reassure her. She returned me a concerned look. 'Don't forget, then. I went to see Father last evening and played chess with him.' 'I wonder he had time for chess, burrowing among his old tomes! A Disquisition on the Convergences — or is it Congruities or Divergencies'? — for I never seem to remember — Between the High Religion and the Natural Religion and Mithraism and the Bishop's Nostrils!' 'Don't make fun of your father, Perian,' Katarina said gently, as she climbed back into her carriage. 'His work is quite important.' I spread my hands eloquently, tilting my head to one side to show pity and resignation. 'I love the old boy, I know his work is important. I'm just tired of being lectured by him.' As de Lambant and I walked along the quay in the direction of the Bucintoro, he said, 'Your sister in her dove-grey dress — really quite fetching in a sober way… I must visit her in her lonely castle one of these fine evenings, though you are disinclined to do so. Her husband similarly, it appears.' 'Keep your filthy thoughts off my sister.' We talked instead about de Lambant's sister, Smarana, whose wedding day, determined by a useful conjunction of constellations, was little more than five weeks away. The thought of three days of family celebration cheered us, not least because the two families involved, the de Lambants and the Orinis, had engaged Kemperer's company to play on the second day. We should have work then, at least. 'We'll perform such a comedy as all will remember ever after. I'm even prepared to fall down the stairs again for the sake of an extra laugh.' He dug me in the ribs. 'Pray that we eat before that date, or I can see us treading the boards in the Shadow World. Here's the market — let's run different ways!' The fruit market stood at the end of the Stary Most district. At this time of morning it was crammed with customers and buzzing with argument, gossip, and wasps the size of thumbs. De Lambant and I slipped among the stalls at a trot, bouncing off customers, swerving round posts, to arrive together at the other end laughing, with a good muster of peaches and apricots between us. . . .

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