More Than Human by Theodore Sturgeon
Theodore Sturgeon’s More Than Human, which won the International Fantasy Award in 1954 and was selected as one of David Pringle’s 100 Best SF novels, must have been quite an eye-opener back in 1953 in the Golden Age of Isaac Asimov, Robert A. Heinlein and Arthur C. Clarke, when robots, rocket ships, future societies and aliens ruled the roost. For one thing, it hardly features any credible science at all, and in tone and atmosphere owes more to magic realism and adult fantasy. In fact, the writing reminds me most of Ray Bradbury, full of poetry and powerful images. Try reading just the opening paragraph for instance:
THE IDIOT LIVED IN a black and gray world, punctuated by the white lightning of hunger and the flickering of fear. His clothes were old and many-windowed. Here peeped a shinbone, sharp as a cold chisel, and there in the torn coat were ribs like the fingers of a fist. He was tall and flat. His eyes were calm and his face was dead.
The story involves the forming of a “homo gestalt” group organism assembled from various misfit and mistreated children, and the book is broken into three parts, “The Fabulous Idiot,” “Baby is Three,” and “Morality”. Apparently “Baby is Three” was written first as a novella, and I wonder if anyone has picked up on the idea that the book itself is a cobbled together construct that, in my mind at least, adds up to less than the sum of its parts. What would that make it, then? I don’t know the antonym of “gestalt” in German or English.
I found the first section, “The Fabulous Idiot,” to be the best-written and most involving, and while the next two sections became interesting midway through, they both involved the main characters spending dozens of pages lost in their own identities, painstakingly trying to piece together who they were. As a result, this reader at least felt equally disoriented. And there were many times when I had to reread a passage several times to tease out who was saying what. Although I imagine this was the effect that Sturgeon was going for, I found it a bit difficult to read at times.
I did like the ending of “Morality,” despite some heavy exposition about morality (at least it was concise), and overall the story does not read like something written in the fifties. So I give it props for pushing the envelope of the times with its heavy focus on psychology, ethics, and abuse of children, but it didn’t add up to a fully developed novel, which is so often the case for something expanded from a shorter novella.
This sounds like an interesting and thought-provoking novel, especially for the time period in which it was written.
His prose often reminded me of Bradbury. I remember reading “Baby is Three” but I’m not sure I’ve read the entire book. Your image of it being “less than the sum of its parts” is intriguing.