Probability Space - Softcover

Kress, Nancy

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0765345145 ISBN 13: 9780765345141

Verlag: St Martin's Press, 2004

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As humans face defeat at the hands of the alien Fallers, four Earth dwellers travel deep into space to test a theory, and hopefully defeat their enemy, in the epic conclusion of the Probability Trilogy, which began with Probability Moon and Probability Sun. Reprint.

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Nancy Kress was born and raised in upstate New York, where she spent most of her childhood either reading or playing in the woods. She earned a bachelor's and master's degree in education, as well as an M.A. in English. While she was pregnant with the second of her two sons, she started writing fiction. She had never planned on becoming a writer, but staying at home full-time with infants left her time to experiment.

In 1990 she went full-time as an SF writer. The first thing she wrote in this new status was the novella version of Beggars In Spain, which won both the Hugo and the Nebula Award. She is the author of more than twenty books, including more than a dozen novels of science fiction and fantasy, as well as three story collections, and two books on writing. Of her most recent novels, Probability Space (Tor, 2002) won the John W. Campbell Award for Best SF novel. Her short fiction has appeared in all the usual places, garnering her one Hugo and three Nebula Awards. Her work has been translated into Swedish, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Polish, Japanese, Croatian, Lithuanian, Romanian, Greek, Hebrew, and Russian. She is also the monthly "Fiction" columnist for Writer's Digest Magazine and she teaches writing regularly at various places, including Clarion and The Writing Center in Bethesda, Maryland. She currently resides in Rochester, New York.

Nancy Kress was born and raised in upstate New York, where she spent most of her childhood either reading or playing in the woods. She earned a bachelor's and master's degree in education, as well as an M.A. in English. While she was pregnant with the second of her two sons, she started writing fiction. She had never planned on becoming a writer, but staying at home full-time with infants left her time to experiment.

In 1990 she went full-time as an SF writer. The first thing she wrote in this new status was the novella version of Beggars In Spain, which won both the Hugo and the Nebula Award. She is the author of more than twenty books, including more than a dozen novels of science fiction and fantasy, as well as three story collections, and two books on writing. Of her most recent novels, Probability Space (Tor, 2002) won the John W. Campbell Award for Best SF novel. Her short fiction has appeared in all the usual places, garnering her one Hugo and three Nebula Awards. Her work has been translated into Swedish, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Polish, Japanese, Croatian, Lithuanian, Romanian, Greek, Hebrew, and Russian. She is also the monthly "Fiction" columnist for Writer's Digest Magazine and she teaches writing regularly at various places, including Clarion and The Writing Center in Bethesda, Maryland. She currently resides in Rochester, New York.

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"Kress is brilliant, one of our best. Don't miss Probability Space."- Analog

"Kress is so deft in supplying background information that I had no trouble in understanding the characters and the desperate situation they find themselves in."-Gerald Jonas, The New York Times Book Review

"Kress proves her comprehensive mastery of the hard-science tale of interstellar war and intrigue. Kress sustains the pace and the suspense at the hightest levels, and if the body count mounts largely off-stage, its emotional impact on the well-drawn characters is nevertheless crystal-clear."-Booklist

"This is the third book of a trilogy, but Kress provides all the information needed for it to stand on its own . . . it works perfectly as space opera."-The Denver Post

"The action-filled final volume in Kress' Probability Trilogy spectacularly resolves the human-Faller stalemate . . . followers of the trilogy will find much to enjoy here."-Publishers Weekly

"With a surprising and satisfying resolution, Kress offers an action-filled, thought-provoking story of space travel, political intrigue, and hard science that belongs in most sf collections."-Library Journal

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ONE
 
CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS,
UNITED ATLANTIC FEDERATION,
EARTH
 
Three months earlier
 
Sometimes it seemed to Amanda Capelo that she had the best life of any of her friends at Sauler Academy. Her father loved her and her sister a lot more than her friends' fathers did. Everybody saw that. Plus, her father was famous. And her stepmother Carol was a nice person--she might have gotten somebody awful, like Thekla Carter had when Thekla's father remarried. But Carol was great. Plus, Amanda's grades were good, and her friends were the best, and even at fourteen she knew she was pretty and might even have a chance at being beautiful someday. She would go to college and become a scientist, like her father, although not a physicist because she didn't have the math sense. A biologist, maybe. Meanwhile she had a nice home and the right clothes and a vacation every year on Mars visiting Aunt Kristen and Uncle Martin. A good position on the spacetime continuum, Daddy said, and Amanda agreed.
Other times it seemed to her she had been afraid her whole life, ever since her mother died. Afraid that the war with the Fallers would come to the Solar System. Afraid that something would happen to Daddy or Sudie or her aunt and uncle. Afraid that somehow Daddy would lose his money and they'd have to live in the terrible parts of cities that she saw on TV. But then Amanda discovered that, until the night the men took her father way, she hadn't known what fear was at all. Not at all.
The evening had started badly, with another fight with her father. Before she turned thirteen, they'd never fought, but for the last year and half it seemed they couldn't stop. She loved him more than anybody on Earth, but why couldn't he stop virusing her program? Other fathers weren't like him. Thekla's father let her go alone to the holos, and Juliana's father let her free-fall, and Yaeko's father would talk with her about absolutely anything that Yaeko wanted. There were so many things Tom Capelo would never talk about.
Amanda pondered all these things as she crept into her father's bedroom. She wasn't supposed to be there. But he was downstairs in his study doing physics, and when he did that he grew oblivious to everything else. Including her, Amanada thought with sudden resentment. No, that wasn't true. Her father loved her. But he either smothered her or ignored her. Why couldn't he just be normal?
Quietly she closed the bedroom door, and just as quietly pulled the box from under her father's bed. A meter square and fifteen centimeters high, it was made of a strong opaque plastic intended for long-term storage under adverse conditions. It had an e-lock, to which Amanda had figured out the code. It hadn't been hard; the code was the digits of her mother's birthday. You'd think a world-famous mathematician would have more imagination.
Or maybe not.
Amanda's throat tightened, the way it always did when she opened the box. Pushing several data cubes and two smaller boxes to the side, she lifted out the dress. Her heart started a slow thumping dance. This time, she wasn't going to just look at the dress. She was going to put it on.
On Coronus, brides marry in yellow, the color of the sun. Her father had told her that years ago, the one time he'd shown her the dress. Amanda suspected he'd been drunk, very unusual for him. Later she learned it was the anniversary of her mother's death. He never mentioned any of her mother's possessions again. Yet he had kept them, even after he married Carol.
Pushing the box back under the bed, Amanda stripped off her shoes, tunic, and shorts. She slipped the dress over her head and studied herself in Carol's full-length mirror.
During the last year, her body had bloomed into curves that still startled her, although secretly she was pleased by them. Yaeko still didn't have hardly any breasts at all, and Thekla's waist was getting too thick. Amanda wished she had Thekkie's eyes, though. Still, she looked nice in the dress and, thanks to being so tall, older than she really was. The yellow fabric that clung on top and flowed into a swirly skirt wasn't too big for her. Karen Capelo had been a small woman, like her husband and younger daughter Sudie. Amanda took after her aunt Kristen. Although with her long straight fair hair and gray eyes, she looked a lot like Mommy, too. Unlike Sudie, Amanda remembered her mother. She'd been almost eight when Karen Capelo was killed in an enemy raid on a peaceful planet.
Was she prettier than her mother? No, not really. Her mother's face had been really lovely. Amanda's nose was too long, and her forehead was sort of squinchy, and there was something wrong with her chin…If only her parents hadn't been such dinosaurs about having her and Sudie engineered! Not everybody was so archaic. Thekla had the most gorgeous green-blue eyes engineered for color and size and--
Her father was coming up the stairs!
Amanda's stomach clenched. She wasn't even supposed to be home. She was supposed to be at swimming, but she'd skipped it and taken the bus home alone, which was forbidden. Her plan had been to avoid her father until the time when Yaeko's bodyguard was supposed to drop Amanda off at home, and then act like she'd just arrived. Her father would be furious. Swiftly she kicked the crumpled pile of her discarded clothes under the bed, opened the closet door, and slipped inside. She didn't dare click the door closed, her father was already coming into the bedroom, but she pulled it so that only a tiny crack remained.
It wasn't her father. For a frozen moment Amanda thought the man in her father's bedroom was Dieter Gruber: huge and blond and genemod. But Dieter had been left behind on World, at the other end of the galaxy, over two years ago, and anyway Dieter was always clumping and noisy. This man moved quietly as a cat.
He looked around the bedroom, closed the door again, and went down the hall.
Amanda squeezed her eyes shut tight. Who was he? What was happening? What should she do?
Softly she opened the closet, slid out, and pulled back one corner of the bedroom curtain. Another man stood outside beside a car. The rest of the street was quiet and dark in the April night, behind the lacy bare trees that were her father's reason for choosing this neighborhood in a quiet suburb three miles from Cambridge. "I may have to work with those dolts at Harvard," he'd said, "but I don't have to live with them."
Her father came out of the house with a third man. To Amanda's eyes, Daddy wasn't walking right. Too quiet, too calm, nothing jiggling or twitching. He never walked like that. She watched him get into the car with the two men, and then the man who'd been upstairs came out and got in, too. The car drove away.
Maybe it was a college meeting. Maybe her father left a note. Amanda tore downstairs to see. But even before she reached the kitchen table, where he always left her notes, she knew it hadn't been a college meeting. That big blond man had come upstairs in her house, and her father had walked like someone had done something to him. Drugs, maybe.
She should call the police.
"Bumbling incompetents with the intelligence of chairs, seventy percent of them," her father always said about cops, "and of the other thirty percent, half are in league with the criminals." What if she called the police and got one in league with whoever took her father? Or even one of the chair ones, who wouldn't know what to do? Her father would say that fifteen percent was a low probability of success.
Amanda stood very still. "Think," her father always said. "Reason it out. That's what you have a brain for." All right, she would reason what to do.
She couldn't call the police. They might be part of this thing. Even at school some girls talked in whispers about how the government was breaking down and an uncle or a cousin had...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: St Martin's Press
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2004
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0765345145
• ISBN 13: 9780765345141
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 368
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