From Doris Lessing, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, the fifth and final instalment in the visionary novel cycle 'Canopus in Argos: Archives'.
The travels of Ijon Tichy, a Gulliver of the space age, who encounters faulty time machines, intelligent washing machines, suicidal potatoes, and other puzzling phenomena.
FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1935, THE SECRET PEOPLE WAS JOHN WYNDHAM'S FIRST NOVEL'The Sun Bird was beginning to travel fast, close to the edge of the whirlpool.
Penguin reissues a work of classic science fiction from the revolutionary author of The Female Man - with a new introduction from Hari KunzruAn explosion in space, a starship stranded at the end of the universe, a group of strangers alone in a barren, alien wilderness.
FROM THE CLASSIC SCI-FI WRITER AND AUTHOR OF THE DAY OF THE TRIFFIDS A disturbing post-nuclear apocalypse story of genetic mutation that explores the lengths the intolerant will go to keep themselves pure.
'Delany's works have become essential to the history of science fiction' New YorkerSamuel Delany is one of the most radical and influential science fiction writers of our age, who reinvented the genre with his fearless explorations of race, class and gender.
A pioneering work of dystopian fiction from one of Sweden's most acclaimed writersWritten midway between Brave New World and Nineteen Eighty-Four, as the terrible events of the Second World War were unfolding, Kallocain depicts a totalitarian 'World State' which seeks to crush the individual entirely.
'To that flash of semi-vision can be traced a full half of the horror which has ever since haunted us'An expedition to Antarctica goes horribly wrong as a group of explorers stumbles upon some mysterious ancient ruins, with devastating consequences.
Stanislaw Lem's set of short stories, written over a period of twenty years, all feature the adventures of space traveller Ijon Tichy and recount him spinning in time-warps, spying on robots, encountering bizarre civilizations and creatures in space and being hopelessly lost in a forest of supernovae.
By the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.
By the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.
