J. [Anglais] [Broché]

Sanders knows how to plot, how to put believable, sympathetic characters on the page, and how to laugh. --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.

Three women, three worlds. Or rather one woman in three alternative selves, in three alternative worlds:

Dr. Ann Lucas, former NASA scientist and present mental patient. In her world Kennedy was never murdered, the space program has gone forward, and she was working on the manned Mars mission when she began having the terrible visions that ruined her life and put her in a fancy mental institution.

Mad Jack, one-eyed gunwoman and occasional mercenary; killer of rapists, lover of women. Across the poisoned wasteland left by Nixon's nuclear war, even the toughest marauders respect her--or die.

And Jay Younger, known to her readers simply as Jay: science fiction writer and alcoholic, her career and talent wrecked by drink. She lives in our own allegedly real world. . . .

But something impossible is happening, now; the boundaries are breaking down, and they begin finding themselves in one another's worlds. Their lives become a struggle to survive, separately and then together, pursued by frightening not-quite-human beings from yet another world. In the process they find new insights into their own separate and collective identities--as well as a strange and powerful love. --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.

William Sanders was born in 1942 in Arkansas. After a hitch in the army, he worked variously as a musician, construction worker, preacher, encyclopedia salesman, and dishwasher at the New York Stock Exchange, turning to sports writing in the early 1970s and then, in 1988, emerging on the SF scene with the critically acclaimed alternate-history satire Journey to Fusang. J. is his nineteenth published book. His short fiction has appeared in major magazines and anthologies. His work has been nominated for major awards including the Nebula and the Hugo.

He lives in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, in a small rock house, with his wife Phyllis and a remarkably insolent cat named Billie. When not writing, he fools with old motorcycles and occasionally dances at powwows. --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.