In a fit of something (idiocy?) I’ve decided to read all the Hugo winners (novels) from start to finish.
Some are old friends from High School, deserving of a reread, some are “I always meant to but never did”, some are “Christ, I’ll make myself get through it even if it kills me” and some are too recent for me to have not read (Rowling, Gaiman, Clarke etc), but yeah, I think it’s going to be vaguely interesting seeing how the styles change.
So I’m starting in 1953, which according to wiki, is Alfred Bester’s The Demolished Man.
Explosion! Concussion! The vault doors burst open. And deep inside, the money is racked ready for pillage, rapine, loot. Who’s that? Who’s inside the vault? Oh God! The Man With No Face! Looking. Looming. Silent. Horrible. Run… Run…
I may yet regret this.
Wish me luck.