Beyond Armageddon: Twenty-One Sermons to the Dead by Walter M. Miller Jr.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I'm only reviewing "The Feast of Saint Janis" by Swanwick from this collection.

Well now. I'm filled with a bit of awe, a queasy stomach, and no little spark of rage after reading this.

But not because I hated the story. Indeed, I thought it was a true fish-out-of-water, observing another's culture in its true self-destruct mode, reflecting it right back upon us, queasy.

In that respect, it did its job perfectly.

But to see such implants, personality or otherwise, used for such a means of suicide--well, I'm shivering. Not because it's unrealistic, but because I know people living today that would LOVE a chance to go out this way, with eyes wide open.

I mean, it sure beats the hell out of a quiet death pod, right? Um... right?

I feel a bit disturbed now.

Great story, though.

This book's synesthesia is a wild scream from a good friend, a torn mask in the middle of a ball.


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