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Chargement... Les visiteurs (1979)par Clifford D. Simak
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. “The Visitors” was first released as a three-part serialized story in Analog magazine in 1979. Clifford D. Simak then released it as a full novel in 1980. If you’re unfamiliar with Simak, he’s a Sci-fi Grand Master and won several Hugo awards and one Nebula. He grew up in Wisconsin and lived all his life in the Midwest. His writing is rustic, calm, and largely non-violent and this work is a fine example of his gentle style. While written in late 1970’s, it’ still came across to me as a 1950’s or 1960’s in terms of style and approach. A primary theme, near and dear to Simak’s heart (he worked at newspapers), is media ethics. He argues for integrity and the resistance of sensationalism by the press. Simak also lightly takes on racism and sexism and draws a parallel with the history of the displacement of the Native Americans. However, his depictions of Blacks are somewhat stereotypical and distant and female characters are few and far between. I don’t think the novel passes the Bechdel test. Still, Kathy Foster is a main character and a smart, savvy reporter and there is certainly no sexism or racism other than what is intentionally shown as weakness in a few characters. The story begins with the arrival of a large black rectangle in rural Minnesota. The objects sets down across a river, destroying a bridge and a car. The owner of the car, Jerry Conklin (closes we get to a MC), is taken inside and later expelled harshly. The story then follows the government, a Minneapolis newspaper, and the general population as they attempt to understand and deal with the arrival of these ‘Visitors.’ The conflict in this story is low key – the Visitors kill one person and only in self-defense. Still, Simak does well in building tension around the implications of the arrival of aliens and slowly revealing their nature and intentions. I enjoy Simak’s ability to entertain largely using wonder and intrigue instead of aggression and bloodshed. His depiction of the alien’s makeup and motivation is unique and revealed with great pacing. His characters are adequately structured, although we really don’t have a main character and I think the story suffers a little from this. It also ends abruptly with many unanswered questions which was a disappointment to me, especially knowing there is no sequel. A creative first contact story which drives the plot with intrigue and wonder with a sudden ending that leaves the reader wanting more. Hm. Interesting ideas, of course, as it's Simak. Characterization, esp. of women, slightly better than many of his previous works (but that's not saying much, I have to admit). How much you like this depends on how much you're interested in different people's pragmatic reactions to the appearance of this evidence of alien life. The President wants to be re-elected. The manager of the newspaper wants scoops, and the editor wants to fulfill the mission of 'information for the people's good.' Citizens are variously terrified, welcoming, hostile, annoyed, and even bemused. And by the end What is driving these people to urge a day of prayer is the obsessive urge of the suddenly devout to force everyone else into at least a simulation of their state of mind." (That's the press sec. of the Pres. opining. It's a very minor bit, but I think it's a good sample.) *Come to think of it, that may be why I like all of Simak so much, why I keep reading him even though he doesn't have the most talent. His stories are about ideas, about people trying to figure something out, not about good vs. evil.)" aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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"Une gigantesque caisse noire d'origine inconnue est venue se poser près de la rivière de Lone Pine, Minnesota, provoquant la surprise et l'effroi des habitants. Une météorite ? La NASA ? La population, la presse, le Président lui-même à Washington, tout le monde est en alerte... Et l'émotion croît : la caisse s'élève et se pose à nouveau. Elle s'engage dans la forêt, dévorant les arbres sur son passage. Le mystère est total. Sauf pour Jerry, le pêcheur de truites. Capturé, il a été retenu quelques heures dans 'l'objet', avant d'en être éjecté. Et il n'ose parler..." [Source : 4e de couv., tirage 2009] Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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There's not much in the way of the author's token pastoral descriptions here; something which makes much of his work, even his lesser work, such a joy to read. Instead, there is a strong emphasis on dialogue, which is absolutely not Simak's strength; here it is particularly dry with lots of repetition. Discussions in the government, in the newsroom, amongst civilians - all asking the same questions, again and again; none of them being answered. If Simak wanted to create a work focused on ideas and speculation, this was not the way to go about it. So little substance and nothing that bears thinking about. There is the barest hint of subtext, paralleling the native Americans and the loss of their land and culture to the white man with Earth and 'the visitors', but this is mentioned so briefly as to be ignored and so explicitly as to wince (nor is it ever revisited). The best praise I can give is for an unsettling possibility implied right on the very last page, but this momentary intrigue hardly makes up for the colossal, empty slog that precedes.
A contender for Simak's worst book and possibly his most dull. Steer clear unless, like me, you feel compelled to read everything the man has ever written.
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