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Ein verheerender Atomkrieg hat die Welt verwüstet, nur wenige Menschen haben überlebt. In einem Kloster bewahren Mönche die wenigen Überreste der untergegangenen Zivilisation und versuchen, sie zu deuten. - SF-Klassiker (Orig.-Ausg. 1959).
I guess this is a classic of sci fi literature, written in the late 1950s and focused on the dangers of nuclear Armageddon. It starts in the near future, after a nuclear war has destroyed society and a subsequent worldwide purge of scientists and statesman has occurred, as they are to blame for the destruction.
A monastery is set up in the desert American west, where Christian monks have rescued great works of science and literature, named after Liebowitz, a key founder and martyr who is eventually granted sainthood by the Church. We then follow the monks at intervals of many hundreds of years, as society rebuilds itself slowly and attempts to rediscover the science it has lost.
The book is profoundly cynical about human nature, seeing nuclear destruction as inevitable and likely to repeat. The writing is pretty good, but the focus on Christian imagery got tiring for me- there's lots of Latin in there! (This was written before Vatican II). The last section is kind of tedious, with a lengthy tangent into the ethics of euthanasia that I found unnecessary. Not my favorite sci fi classic. ( )
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a dedication is only a scratch where it itches— for ANNE, then in whose bosom RACHEL lies muselike guiding my clumsy song and giggling between the lines —with blessings, Lass W
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Brother Francis Gerard of Utah might never have discovered the blessed documents, had it not been for the pilgrim with girded loins who appeared during that young novice's Lenten fast in the desert.
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There were spaceships again in that century, and the ships were manned by fuzzy impossibilities that walked on two legs and sprouted tufts of hair in unlikely anatomical regions. They were a garrulous kind. They belonged to a race quite capable of admiring its own image in a mirror, and equally capable of cutting its own throat before the alter of some tribal god, such as the deity of Daily Shaving. It was a species which often considered itself to be, basically, a race of divinely inspired tool makers; any intelligent entity from Arcturus would instantly have perceived them to be, basically, a race of impassioned after-dinner speechmakers.
“The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they seemed to become with it, and with themselves as well. They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew into richness and power and beauty; for then, perhaps, it was easier for them to see that something was missing in the garden, some tree or shrub that would not grow. When the world was in darkness and wretchedness, it could believe in perfection and yearn for it. But when the world became bright with reason and riches, it began to sense the narrowness of the needle’s eye, and that rankled for a world no longer willing to believe or yearn. Well, they were going to destroy it again, were they-this garden Earth, civilized and knowing, to be torn apart again that Man might hope again in wretched darkness.” (page 285)
Brother Francis was copying only the body of the text onto new parchment, leaving spaces for the splendid capitals and margins as wide as the text lines. Other craftsmen would fill in riots of colour around his simply inked copy and would construct the pictorial capitals.
Brother Francis found the finest available lambskin and spent several weeks of his spare time at curing it and stretching it and stoning it to a perfect surface, which he eventually bleached to a snowy whiteness.
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A wind came across the ocean, sweeping with it a pall of fine white ash. The ash fell into the sea and into the breakers. The breakers washed dead shrimp ashore with the driftwood. Then they washed up the whiting. The shark swam out to his deepest waters and brooded in the cold clean currents. He was very hungry that season.
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Miller published a short story in 1955 with this title. Please do not combine the novel with the short story.
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