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Bester was, at his peak, a good to very good writer, though I fear not an excellent one. But, as with a number of writers of the earlier years of science fiction, because he walked among pygmies, he seemed a giant.
The Demolished Man is, I think, in the long run the better of his two significant novels. It is hurt a bit by what has been called the "pulp" style, which I suppose comes down to short, punchy, and often obvious sentences: his editors didn't want anything to challenge the vocabulary or attention span of 12- and 13-year olds (that's speaking of the pulp style in general, not necessarily Bester in particular, though the book does have something of that flavor, which so many detect). Thumbed up quite at random:
He nodded to the receptionist and followed the Latent through the door. Inside, two of the Guild staff were enthusiastically shaking the surprised man's hand and patting him on the back. Powell joined them for a moment and added his congratulations. It was always a happy day for the Guild when they unearthed another Esper.
I expect the next line to be "I should know. I'm a cop." Dum dah dum dum--it simply cries out for Jack Webb's clipped drone. I mean, read it aloud. That is "the pulp style" in its lair.
The book does not succeed owing to any excellence in Bester's writing, but it does succeed; it does so because behind the naive presentation is a powerful idea that transcends that presentation, and manages to deliver a pretty good kidney punch to the reader. Not a truly great book, but a good one.
On the other hand, The Stars My Destination, though perhaps a bit the lesser book all for all, makes a much more immediate appeal. It is a zinger of a storytelling, and suffers, really, from only one serious flaw, though that one serious indeed: it denies subtlety. This book needed hard editing, but in that place and that time, it was what was wanted. Paralleling the Count of Monte Cristo, as it does, is harmless in itself, and in fact Bester really makes quite a roller-coaster ride out of the theme. But he relentlessly beats us to death with ham-fisted symbolism, to make absolutely, positively sure that we GET IT. I think that if one could reach through time and bring the Bester who wrote that book into today, he could easily turn it into a masterwork by recognizing that nowadays we can hear a message that is spoken, or even whispered: we neither need nor want shouting.
The Stars My Destination is less like The Demolished Man than is often suggested. It is the difference between those two books as a pair and the rest of Bester's work, or anybody else's work at the time, that makes them seem "alike"; but viewed on their own, they are different. (An analogy might be that The Demolished Man is "Appalachian Spring" while The Stars My Destination is "Rodeo".)
In the event, though I have mentioned it above, I do not consider The Stars My Destination to be worth more than zero stars (remember, as always, that this is on a personal -5 to +5 rating scale)--readable but not memorable--and so have not included it in the list below.
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Remarkably--for such a lionized writer--there does not seem to be any dedicated Bester web site, and not even that many full pages about him. Perhaps the fullest is one of Dani Zweig's Belated Reviews: Alfred Bester, which focusses entirely on his two major novels. There is also the Templeton Gate page Alfred Bester, and the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame Alfred Bester page. And the always interesting David Langford has a nice Bester appreciation up at the Ansible site, along with a brief essay wholly dedicated to The Stars My Destination
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