"Jack Vance - Assault on a City" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vance Jack) ASSAULT ON A CITY
Jack Vance Jack Vance, winner of two Hugo Awards and a Nebula Award, is one of the most admired writers of modern science fiction; his stories fairly dance with a colorful inventiveness unmatched in this most imaginative of all types of fiction. Here is a long and delightful story of adventures in Earth's distant future, in which Vance brings to life a wonder-filled city and its hard-pressed inhabitantsтАФ and includes a few observations on urbanity, subjectivity and gunk. 1 A CERTAIN Angus Barr, officer's steward aboard the spaceship Danaan Warrior, had taken his pay and gone forth into that district of the city Hant known as Jillyville in search of entertainment. There, according to information received by the police, he fell into the company of one Bodred Histledine, a well-known bravo of the North River district. The two had entertained themselves briefly at the Epidrome, where Angus Barr won two hundred dollars at a gambling machine. They then sauntered along the Parade to the Black Opal Cafe, where they drank lime beer and tried to pick up a pair of women tourists without success. Continuing north along rode the clanking old escalator up Semaphore Hill to Kongo's Blue Lamp Tavern, and Angus Barr was seen no more. The disappearance of Angus Barr was reported to the police by the chief steward of the Danaan Warrior. Acting on a tip, Detectives Clachey and Delmar located Bo Histledine, whom they knew well, and took him to Central Authority for examination. Mind-search produced no clear evidence. According to Bo's memory, he had spent an innocent evening in front of his term.* Unluckily for Bo, his memory also included fragmentary recollections of the Epidrome, the Parade and the Black Opal Cafe. The female tourists not only described the missing Angus Barr, but also positively identified Bo. * From the acronym TERM: Total Experience Reproduction Mechanism. Delmar nodded with grim satisfaction and turned to Bo. "What do you say to that?" Bo hunched down in the chair, his face a mask of belligerent obstinacy. "I told you already. I know nothing about this case. Those backwads** got me mixed with somebody else. Do you think I'd work on a pair like that? Look at her!" Bo jerked his head toward the closer of the angry women. "Face like a plateful of boiled pig's feet. She's not wearing a sweater; that's the hair on her arms. And her cross-eyed motherтАФ" |
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