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Whipping Star

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1970
1983
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Science fiction
Multiple unnumbered chapters
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Copyright © 1969, 1970, 1977 by Frank Herbert
To Lurton Blassingame, who helped buy the time for
this book, dedicated with affection and admiration
Furuneo was his name.
May contain spoilers
One cannot, after all, breathe an illusion or a void.
Comments may contain spoilers
A shorter version of this book appeared in Worlds of If Science Fiction from Dec 1969 through March 1970 copyright © 1969, 1970 by Galaxy Publishing Company.
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Extract (may contain spoilers)
For a reflexive time which he found himself unable to measure, McKie considered his exchange with the Caleban.  He felt cast adrift without any familiar reference points.  How could false be the opposite of proper?  If he could not measure meanings, how could he measure time?

McKie passed a hand across his forehead, gathering perspiration which he tried to wipe off on his jacket.  The jacket was damp.

No matter how much time had passed, he felt that he still knew where he was in this universe.  The beachball's interior walls remained around him.  The unseeable presence of the Caleban had not become less mysterious, but he could look at the shimmering existence of the thing and take a certain satisfaction from the fact that it spoke to him.

The thought that every sentient who had used a jumpdoor would die if this Caleban succumbed sat on McKie's awareness.  It was muscle-numbing.  His skin was slick with perspiration, and not all of it from the heat.  There were voices of death in this air.  He thought of himself as a being surrounded by all those pleading sentients - quadrillions upon quadrillions of them.  Help us!

Everyone who'd used a jumpdoor.

Damnation of all devils!  Had he interpreted the Caleban correctly?  It was the logical assumption.  Deaths and insanity around the Caleban disappearances said he must exclude any other interpretation.

Link by link, this trap had been forged.  It would crowd the universe with dead flesh.

The shimmering oval above the giant spoon abruptly waved outward, contracted, flowed up, down, left.  McKie received a definite impression of distress.  The oval vanished, but his eyes still tracked the Caleban's unpresence.

"Is something wrong?" McKie asked.

For answer the round vortal tube of a S'eye jumpdoor opened behind the Caleban.  Beyond the opening stood a woman, a figure dwarfed as though seen through the wrong end of a telescope.  McKie recognized her from all the news-visos and from the holoscans he had been fed as background briefing for this assignment.

He was confronting Mliss Abnethe in a light somewhat reddened by its slowed passage through the jumpdoor.

It was obvious that the Beautybarbers of Steadyon had been about their expensive work on her person.  He made a mental note to have that checked.  Her figure presented the youthful curves of a pleasurefem.  The face beneath fairy-blue hair was focused around a red-petal mouth.  Large sum-mery green eyes and a sharply cleaving nose conveyed odd contrast - dignity versus hoyden.  She was a flawed queen, age mingled with youth.  She must be at least eighty standard years, but the Beautybarbers had achieved this startling combination: available pleasurefem and remote, hungry power.

The expensive body wore a long gown of grey rainpearls which matched her, movement for movement, like a glittering skin.  She moved nearer the vortal tube.  As she approached, the edges of the tube blocked off first her feet, then her legs, thighs, waist.

McKie felt his knees age a thousand years in that brief passage.  He remained crouched near the place where he'd entered the Beachball.

"Ahhh, Fanny Mae," Mliss Abnethe said.  "You have a guest."  Jumpdoor interference caused her voice to sound faintly hoarse.

"I am Jorj X. McKie, Saboteur Extraordinary," he said.  Was that a contraction in the pupils of her eyes?  McKie wondered.  She stopped with only her head and shoulders visible in the tube's circle.

"And I am Mliss Abnethe, private citizen."

 

Added: 25-Nov-2002
Last Updated: 09-May-2024

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 01-Sep-1977
Berkley Medallion Books
Mass Market Paperback
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Cir 01-Sep-1977
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Cover Price:
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Pages*:
188
Internal ID:
43603
ISBN:
0-425-04116-6
ISBN-13:
978-0-425-04116-1
Printing:
10
Country:
United States
Language:
English
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Paul Alexander  - Cover Artist
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 10-Jun-2008
Tantor Audio
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10-Jun-2008
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6 hrs 52 min (258 pages)
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In the far future, humankind has made contact with numerous other species - Gowachin, Laclac, Wreaves, Pan Spechi, Taprisiots, and Caleban (among others) - and has helped to form the ConSentiency to govern between the species. After suffering under a tyrannous pure democracy that had the power to create laws so fast that no thought could be given to the effects, the sentients of the galaxy found a need for the Bureau of Sabotage (BuSab) to slow the wheels of government, thereby preventing it from legislating recklessly.

In Whipping Star, Jorj X. McKie, a "Saboteur Extraordinary," is a born troublemaker who has naturally become one of BuSab's best agents. As the novel opens, it is revealed that Calebans, who are beings visible to other sentient species as stars, have been disappearing one by one. Each disappearance is accompanied by millions of sentient deaths and instances of incurable insanity.

Ninety years prior to the setting of Whipping Star, the Calebans appeared and offered jump-doors to the collective species, allowing sentients to travel instantly to any point in the universe. Gratefully accepting, the sentiency didn't question the consequences. Now Mliss Abnethe, a psychotic human female with immense power and wealth, has bound a Caleban in a contract that allows the Caleban to be whipped to death; when the Caleban dies, everyone who has ever used a jump-door (which is almost every adult in the sentient world and many of the young) will die as well.
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 Frank Herbert
Birth: 08 Oct 1920 Tacoma, Washington, USA
Death: 11 Feb 1986 Madison, Wisconsin, USA

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