Christopher Priest, in an appreciative
introduction to his new book, says that the stories in Real-Time
World are 'about the effects of stress on people.' Uncontroversial
enough, by anyone's standards. Some of them explore the kind of stress that
only a foul-minded SF writer would care to put people under (a girl obliged by
law to go about naked for sleeping with people, a self-mutilating superstar's
gory last stunt), while others are more conventional and more satisfying:
computerised brain incarceration, astral creepy-crawlies, an eerie
observer-or-observed conundrum. This is a startlingly uneven collection
unless Mr Priest can get to grips with his unforgivable prose he hasn't got,
er, an hope of producing anything classy.
