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Resurrection, Inc. Paperback – May 1, 2014
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- Print length338 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherECW Press
- Publication dateMay 1, 2014
- Dimensions5.5 x 1 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-10177041214X
- ISBN-13978-1770412149
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"This book was written 25 years ago and the story still holds up very well . . . In fifty years this book will still be a good read. It has all the mechanisms of classic literary work." ― GeekyLibrary<
"As with all of his work, these books showcase Anderson's knack for crisp prose, magnetic plots, and balancing intimate characterization with galaxy-size ideas." ― 5230: The Denver Magazine
“Not since Fritz Leiber has a writer so skillfully married science fiction to horror and made them both stronger for it. Resurrection, Inc. is as scary as it is thought-provoking―buy it and read it.” ―The Horror Show
“Anderson has done an admirable job of working out the changes in society . . . told with a straightforward style that belies the book’s convoluted plot and sub-plots.” ―Weird Tales
“Cleverly twisting two different extrapolations (one in bioengineering, the other in sociology) into a solid science-fictional whole . . . Anderson has done a very credible job of playing all the consequences of his speculations against each other and of giving a fair hearing to all sides of the issues he raises.” ―Dragon Magazine
“This first effort is well plotted and lively in the telling, with an empathy for those lives at the bottom rungs of society.”―Publisher’s Weekly
“Whoa! What a great novel! I enjoyed this one immensely.”―The Overlook Connection
“Fine descriptive narration . . . not only adds a dimension to the quality of Resurrection, Inc. but makes one await Kevin Anderson’s next work with great interest. ―Fantasy Commentator
“Kevin Anderson’s first novel is reminiscent of the type of story that thrived in SF twenty years ago, but which has largely been ignored recently. Hopefully this fine first effort will refocus attention on a very productive vein.”
―Science Fiction Chronicle
“Anderson sends out the various subplots to the four winds, but keeps control of them and brings them back together for the climax quite nicely. He’s got a strong sense of dialog and character, and makes the world he’s writing about come to life and mean something to you.” ―Other Realms
“In every field of endeavor, good craftsmanship is to be recognized, appreciated, and held out as the standard for others in the field. Kevin J Anderson’s Resurrection, Inc. is just such an accomplishment and merits our enthusiastic and wholehearted recommendation!” ―Midwest Book Review
“Anderson has created a chillingly effective portrayal of a world turned cruel and unfeeling.... It is a devastating mixture of gothic horror and science fiction, unlike anything you have read before.” ―Small Press Writers and Artists Organization Newsletter
“Resurrection, Inc. is the best science fiction novel I’ve read since Greg Bear’s Blood Music.” ―2 A.M. Magazine
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The two Enforcers found the dead man in the street, long after curfew. The city’s night hung around them, tainted with a clammy mist caught between the tall and dark buildings. The smell of fresh blood, smoke, and the sweat of close-pressed bodies drifted upward into the air.
The slain man was naked, spread-eagled inside a geometrically perfect pentagram drawn in blood. At each of the five corners of the pentagram burned candles of black paraffin, made to look archaic with artificially molded runnels of wax along the sides. A wide knife wound hung cleanly open in the center of the victim’s chest, like an appalled extra mouth.
With a throb of its rear jets, the Enforcers’ armored hovercar descended to the flagstones. As the engine purred its way into silence, Enforcer Jones, a tall and thin black man, emerged from the craft. He hung back uneasily, remaining near the hovercar. Neo-Satanists again!” he muttered under his breath.
The other Enforcer, Frampton, agreed. Yeah, they give me the creeps.” Belying his words, he went eagerly forward, amused and confident.
Weapons bristled from pockets and holsters on the Enforcers’ white body armor; tough helmets with laser-proof black visors covered their faces. In the mercifully brief four weeks Frampton had been assigned to him, Jones had never seen his partner’s face, yet somehow he imagined it would wear a stupid boyish grin, maybe some scattered pimples, maybe curly hair. Frampton seemed to think all this was fun, a game. It didn’t matter, thoughthey weren’t friends, nor would they ever be. Other Enforcers had a real camaraderie, a team spirit. But this would be Jones’s last night patrol anyway.
Think I should put out the candles?” Frampton asked.
Jones moved away from the hovercar, shaking off his revulsion of the pentagram, the blood sacrifice. No, I’ll do it. You see to his ID.”
Frampton retrieved some equipment from the hovercar while Jones stepped forward, methodically squashing each of the five black candles with the heel of his white boot. In the distance, through gaps between the massive squarish buildings, he could see the running lights of another patrol car moving in its sweep pattern.
Frampton made a lot of unnecessary noise as he carelessly tumbled equipment onto the flagstones within the pentagram. He picked up one of the scanner-plates and pushed it flat against the dead man’s palm. The optical detectors mapped the swirls and rivulets of the man’s fingerprints, searching for a match in the city’s vast computer network.
Nothing on the Net about him.” Frampton double-checked, but came up with the same answer again.
Figures,” Jones said.
Ever wonder how the neo-Satanists manage to get people who aren’t even in the databases, every time? Weird.” Frampton sounded breathless. He was always trying to make conversation. Always.
Jones turned an expressionless black visor toward his partner for a long and silent moment. He wanted to act cold, wanted to be gruff with the other Enforcer. It was too late to make friends nowbetter just to keep up the act for one more night. How do you know they don’t just alter the data on the Net?”
Frampton considered this in silent amazement. That would be awfully sophisticated!”
Don’t you think this is sophisticated?” Jones jabbed a hand at the body, the candles, the pentagram. Enforcers sweep this area every five minutes after curfew. You know how strict it is, how closely patrolledand the neo-Satanists still managed to get him out on the street, draw the pentagram, light the candles, and then vanish before we could get here.”
Only members of the Enforcers Guild were allowed on the streets of the Bay Area Metroplex between midnight and dawn. Jones didn’t fully understand the actual reasons for the curfewhe’d heard rumors of a war taking place somewhere, but he had yet to see any signs of battle. Other, more sensible people cited the occasional violent riots caused by angry blue-collars who had been displaced from their jobs by resurrected Servants.
Jones himself had participated in some of the mock street battles staged by the Guild after dark. Nobody really got hurtthe damage usually included no more than a few blasted palm trees, a handful of scorched tile rooftops, and plenty of noise in the streets. But it all sounded terrible and dangerous enough to the general public huddled in their living quarters that they would always feel grateful for the protection the Guild offered. Besides, it gave all the Enforcers something to do.
Earlier in the night, Jones and Frampton had captured a chunky Asian man cowering under the overhang of a darkened business complex. The man had been trying to hide, not knowing where to goas if he had a chance of avoiding the Enforcer sweeps.
Frampton had pulled out two of his weapons and started toward the unfortunate man, but Jones restrained his partner and listened while the chunky man babbled an explanation. He and his wife had argued, and he had stormed out of their apartment, either forgetting about the curfew or not caring. Now his wife wouldn’t let him back in, and the man had been trying to stay out of sight until dawn.
Sheepishly the Asian man keyed his password into the Neterminal mounted in the armored hovercar; his ID checked out.
You know what we have to do now,” Jones said from behind his visor.
The man swallowed and hung his head in dejected horror. Yes.”
All your Net privileges are revoked for a week. Sorry. Curfew is curfew.” The Asian man sulked behind the restraining field in the back of the hovercar while Jones and Frampton escorted him home.
Without the Net recognizing his identity, the man would effectively be a non-person for an entire week: he would not be able to buy anything, make person-to-person video or voicelinks, call up entertainment, or even enter his own home unless someone else let him in.
The man’s wife looked frightened but not surprised when the Enforcers arrived to escort her husband back into the dwelling; she didn’t look pleased to see him, and the prospect of having to do everything herself for the next seven days seemed to make her angrier yet.
Back at the murder site, Frampton opened the refrigerated, airtight compartment in the rear of the hovercar and then returned to the slain man in the pentagram. Give me a hand here?”
Jones bent to take the body’s cold, naked feet while the other Enforcer gripped the dead man tightly under the armpits. Jones could feel the rubbery flesh of the victim’s ankles even through his flexsteel-mesh gloves.
Frampton made a deprecating snort as he looked at the mouthlike wound in the dead man’s chest. Well, it’s off to the factory for you, my boy. I bet you’re going to miss all this excitement after your transfer, Jones.”
Transfer generally equated with punishment in the Enforcers Guild, and Jones had screwed up several days before, during a rare daytime stint on the streets. He had frozen for a moment, let his conscience whisper a few words in his ear, when he had seen a rebel Servant break from her routine and run.
All Servants were reanimated corpses, dead bodies with microprocessors planted in their brains to make the bodies move again. This allowed them to walk and talk and do what they were told. It was much cheaper than manufacturing androids from scratch to do menial and monotonous tasks.
But despite her shaved head, the lifeless pallor of her skin, and the gray jumpsuit-uniform all Servants wore, Jones had difficulty convincing himself that the rebel Servant wasn’t human, that she was already dead and merely reanimated, that she didn’t matter.
The Enforcer found the Guild’s reprimand ironic: Starting tomorrow, Jones would be switched from his easy post-curfew beat to full-time service at Resurrection, Inc., where he would escort newly resurrected Servants to their assignments.
Well, at least it would get him away from Frampton and his constant inane chatter.
They placed the slain man in the back compartment of the hovercar, folding his arms and legs to fit him into the cramped space. Holding a miniature Net keypad in his hand, Frampton punched in data about the discovery. Verify cause of death,” Frampton said. Single wound, no other apparent bodily damage, no identity information on the Net.”
Jones glanced at the wound in the man’s chest. Concur.”
To Resurrection, Inc., right?”
Yeah.”
Frampton dropped his voice slightly. Man, I hope that never happens to me.” Because of the dark visor, Jones could read no expression on his partner’s face.
Jones closed the compartment and set the controls for quick-freeze. A hissing noise filled the air. He knew exactly what Frampton meant, but he asked anyway, What? You don’t want to be a neo-Satanist sacrifice, or become a Servant?”
Neither one.”
Product details
- Publisher : ECW Press; 25th Anniversary edition (May 1, 2014)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 338 pages
- ISBN-10 : 177041214X
- ISBN-13 : 978-1770412149
- Item Weight : 1.1 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 1 x 8.5 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #384,779 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #5,305 in Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction (Books)
- #9,966 in Science Fiction Adventures
- #24,651 in American Literature (Books)
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I have written more than 175 books, including 59 national or international bestsellers. I have over 24 million books in print worldwide in thirty languages. I've been nominated for the Nebula Award, Hugo Award, Bram Stoker Award, Shamus Award, and Silver Falchion Award, and I've won the SFX Readers' Choice Award, Golden Duck Award, Scribe Award, and New York Times Notable Book; in 2012 at San Diego Comic Con I received the Faust Grand Master Award for Lifetime Achievement.
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He pushes many a button indeed, interweaving classic spirituality concepts and twisting our imagination into taking a new and refreshing perspective on centuries old concepts and beliefs. As plausible and reassuring as they are, one needs but the angle of anticipation to set everything straight, reminding us that we are merely dealing with beliefs.
As much as I disliked the satanic incursions for their intrusion into my previously pristine sci-fi environment they nonetheless contributed to enriching the whole. I didn't merely like it, I liked it a lot, enough to put the book on my shelf of "to be read a second time" series, right next to "Assemblers of Infinity" or "The Saga of Seven Suns" even though the latter does get an extra star.
This book is a very creative Sci-Fi exploring some interesting questions concerning the human mind and how we use,abuse one another, and life after death.
Private corporations reanimates corpses fabricate phony religions and manipulate society...
Great read I will be reading this over again and again!
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The world is a very controlled one with a new religion created because someone thinks they could - and to prove that some people was just too stupid to survive. The idea of reanimating people after they die so that they would do the drudge work and free up the rest of society to think and be creative sounds tempting - but the reality is that people don't work - hence the religion
You have to pay attention to the plot and I did find it a little confusing in that people you thought were dead were not but hey it's good sci fi so I recommend this