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“A powerful and fascinating book, a dance of Life and Death in the streets of a swaying Pompeii. Written with grace, subtlety and intense character insight, it is almost hypnotic in the hold it takes upon the reader. I recommend it highly.”

—Roger Zelazny


The Man Who Melted
is that rare book in science fiction, a book
about
something…. This is a deeply felt, intense, finally cathartic book.”

—Washington Post Book World

“Stunning; a dreamlike sinking odyssey of love and redemption that takes the reader through progressive levels of revelation and leaves him at last—as any fundamental work of art must—confronting, almost unbearably, himself…. As apparatus and vision, this novel is climactic.”

—Barry N. Malzberg

“This is the kind of novel still all too rare in science fiction, one in which we feel intimate with the characters and involved with the reality of their situation.”

—Cleveland Plain Dealer


The Man Who Melted
is a fierce, unrelenting, enormously powerful view of the future….”

—Robert Silverberg

Published 2007 by Pyr®, an imprint of Prometheus Books

The Man Who Melted
. Copyright © 1984 by Jack Dann. Introduction by Robert Silverberg. Copyright © 2007 by Pyr. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, digital, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, or conveyed via the Internet or a website without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Portions of this book have appeared as short stories in the following:

“Amnesia” © 1981 by Jack Dann, appeared in
Berkley Showcase
, volume 3, edited by Victoria Schochet and John Siibersaçk. “Going Under” appeared in
OMNI
magazine, September 1981. “Screamers” appeared in
OUI
magazine, October 1982. “Blind She” appeared in
OMNI
magazine, April 1983.

Cover illustration © Nick Stathopoulos

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Dann, Jack.

The man who melted / Jack Dann.

      p. cm.

Originally published: New York : Bluejay Books, Inc., 1984

ISBN-13: 978–1–59102–487–3 (alk. paper)
ISBN 978–1–61592–508–7 (ebook)
I. Title.

PS3554.A574M3    2007
813'.54—dc22

2006032618

Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The author would like to thank the following people whose support, aid, and inspiration were invaluable:

Jeanne Van Buren Dann, Lorne Dann, Murray and Edith Dann, Ellen Datlow, Richard H. Dekmejian and Margaret J. Wyszomirski, Joseph Elder, James Frenkel, Perry Knowlton, Dr. Bon Yung Koo, Howard Lessnick, Barry Malzberg, the members of the Philford Science Fiction Writers' Workshop, Dr. Richard Normile, William Pizante, Victoria Schochet, John Silbersack, Robert Silverberg, Robert Sheckley, the staff of the Vestal Public Library and the Binghamton Public Library, Michael Swanwick and Marianne Porter, Susan Casper, Albert White, Roger Zelazny, and special thanks to Gardner Dozois, to whom this book is dedicated.

The characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

INTRODUCTION

R
OBERT
S
ILVERBERG

One thing that we all try to do, when we write science fiction, one thing out of many, is to see into the future: that is, to see the unseeable. But we do it in various ways. One way is to invent it by extrapolating out of our own knowledge of the present-day world, our stock of information about technological advances already in the early developmental stages, thus presenting the writer's view of how things are most likely to occur in the years ahead. Another way is to use one's innate intuitive sense, not necessarily founded in knowledge or probability or even logic, of how things
might
occur in the future in the particular story one wants to tell. Let us say that the first method is the engineer's method and the second the poet's method. Neither is superior to the other; each has produced some of the greatest work in the genre.

Every science fiction writer, after all, is attempting to create, to invent, to imagine, to pull right out of thin air, a world that does not yet exist, and to make it plausible to his readers. But there are many different means of going about that task, just as there are many different kinds of plausibility. Some writers, the engineers—Robert A. Heinlein is the prime example, but there have been plenty of others, writers such as Poul Anderson, Arthur C. Clarke, David Brin, Larry Niven, Kim Stanley Robinson, to name just a few—strive with particular care to devise visions of the future that are solid and convincing down to the smallest technological and political detail, so that in the aggregate they amount to writing a history of the future. The term “Future
History” is one that Heinlein explicitly applied to many of the books that he wrote in his prime period in the 1940s, which follow a chart of events covering several centuries to come that he had constructed a priori, and those books are full of remarkable foretellings of late twentieth-century reality.

Then there are the poets—Ray Bradbury is the exemplar here, but Harlan Ellison and Cordwainer Smith also come quickly to mind—who are concerned primarily with the future as a visionary construct, almost as a dream, rather than as a tangible reality, and give us vivid and dramatic vignettes of futures that may be more or less
possible
but are not necessarily very likely except in the context of the particular work of fiction that embodies it. They are stories, pure and not so simple, that happen to take place in a dreamworld that is labeled, for convenience's sake, “the future.”

Most of us function between these extremes. For writers of the Heinleinian school—I'm referring to their literary technique, not to their ideological views—it is vital that the technological underpinnings of their stories should be a linear outgrowth of concepts already in existence in our own time. They want to show us a world of the future that they believe may someday exist, for better or (usually) for worse. The modern-day Bradburians move in the other direction, aiming for intensity and power of vision without feeling any need to have their stories also serve as predictive blueprints which depict a world that they regard as particularly likely to come into being. But the preponderance of science fiction today moves freely between these polarities, now reaching for visionary force, now buttressing the visions with nuts-and-bolts predictive extrapolation that serves to create the essential suspension of disbelief without which all other narrative strategies fail.

Which brings me to Jack Dann's strange, haunting novel
The Man Who Melted
, a book like no other science fiction novel you have read, which provides us with breathtaking oscillations from one pole of science fiction to another. Dann, American-born, a resident of Melbourne, Australia, for the past ten years or so, has been a considerable figure in science fiction, as a novelist, a short story writer, and an anthology editor, since the 1970s. His first novel,
Starhiker
(1977), immediately displayed his flair for vivid imagery; he followed it in 1981 with
Junction
, which took a further step toward the visionary, into a kind of feverish surrealism; and in 1984 came the remarkable
The Man Who Melted
, which is a melding and expansion of four powerful short stories published between 1981 and 1983, and which encompasses both the wildest sort of poetic vision and the most tight-focused sort of extrapolative thought.

Heinleinian predictive touches are here in abundance, though it is important to bear in mind that this is a book that was written some twenty-five years ago, give or take a year or two, and much of what was predictive then in this book is everyday reality today. For instance, we find in it something called “the Net,” a computer linkage that everybody uses routinely for communication and information gathering, and even for such mundane tasks as ordering groceries. Someone reading the book today who is unaware that it is several decades old will go right by those references to “the Net” without even noticing them, let alone applauding their prescience, since in our twenty-first-century world the Internet is simply part of the texture of everyday life, like automobiles, credit cards, and push-button phones. When we encounter a character in a recent story who pulls out his Visa card in a restaurant or taps out a telephone number on buttons instead of using a circular dial, there's no reason for us to praise the writer's Heinleinesque ability to peer into the future, because what he is doing is simply transcribing details of his daily mundane reality, not brilliantly imagining things to come. But Jack Dann, back there in 1982 or 1983, has one of his characters talk about having forgotten to send out for groceries on the Net, as happens late in
The Man Who Melted
; and those of us who are aware that there was no such thing as the Internet in 1982, let alone companies that would take Internet orders for grocery deliveries, feel that sort of shiver of surprise at the author's gift of clairvoyance that readers of sixty-year-old Heinlein novels experience again and again as they find him describing the world of his near future—our recent past—with amazing accuracy.

There are such prescient touches all through
The Man Who Melted
. Some of them, like the grocery ordering, are right on the mark. One good example is the episode in which, in a few brief strokes, Dann conjures up a fanatic
jihadi
who calls himself the Mahdi, operating his holy war out of Afghanistan, and gives us a perfect prevision of the Taliban. And sometimes his invented future is just a trifle off, as when he refers again and again to something called
a “fax,” by which he means not the device for document transmission that we all have somewhere near our desks, but a means of instantaneous news dissemination of the sort we get from the Internet today. Be that as it may, the future that is portrayed in
The Man Who Melted
is very much a lived-in future, clearly and solidly envisioned, and shown to us by means of the technique Robert Heinlein pioneered, through implication rather than exposition, as a multitude of small background touches rather than in the form of straightforward lectures about the function of this or that gadget.

Dann has studied his Heinlein, yes. I think it might be possible to trace the ancestry of some of Dann's themes back to such early Heinlein classics as
Methuselah's Children
,
Beyond This Horizon
, and
If This Goes On
—, and there are touches here also of the later, wilder Heinlein of
Stranger in a Strange Land
and
I Will Fear No Evil
. But Heinlein at his wildest was always a supremely rational writer, and here is where Jack Dann parts company from him. Inventing a plausible future is something that Dann sees as important in a science fiction novel, but it is plainly not of
paramount
importance to him. Heinlein wrote as an engineer with a yearning toward prophecy; Dann writes as a poet. What he has given us is not intended as a warning that if certain current societal trends are not checked they may lead us into some sort of disaster (which was one of Heinlein's main purposes; remember that one of his best early novels was called
If This Goes On
—) but as a self-contained fictional experience, a kind of hallucination in prose, a novel that takes on again and again the texture of a dream. “Dreams must explain themselves,” said Ursula K. Le Guin in another context entirely, but in fact they never do, and it is not Jack Dann's purpose to explain anything here, let alone to be warning us against anything, but only to show us the essence of what life is like in the harsh, chaotic, schizoid world of his book, a world in which its characters repeatedly move in and out of what they call “the dark places.” “Here,” he says, as all writers from Homer to Cervantes to Mann and Kafka and Joyce and Faulkner have said, “Here is a world. Live in it for a while.” And he offers us no road maps.

In the furtherance of his goal, Dann is quite willing to allow the eerie dionysiac sweep of
The Man Who Melted
to transcend all normal narrative logic. The thread of events is often disturbingly nonlinear. Characters appear
without foreshadowing or context, vanish unexpectedly from the story and return, even die and are resurrected. The
Titanic
is rebuilt and destined to sink again, with the full advance knowledge of everyone on board. Mysterious incomprehensible cults operate somewhere in the background of the story, influencing the pattern of events without directly interacting in it. From time to time the characters enter into telepathic contact with one another; at other times they seem barely able to communicate by normal means. A feverish dreamlike aura pervades everything.

There's no indication here that Jack Dann seriously wants us to believe that the world of the twenty-second century, which is when
The Man Who Melted
takes place, is going to be the bewildering, apocalyptic thing that the book depicts, or even that there is any real possibility that such a world can ever take form. What he is doing is telling a story, not writing a tract: a story about
one
possible future,
this
possible future, a strange, turbulent future in which his tormented characters move back and forth across a dark, bleak landscape into which we of an earlier time must stare like uncomprehending strangers. It is the future as nightmare, science fiction as poetic vision, and that Dann manages to make us suspend our disbelief as we watch his people stagger across this hallucinatory realm toward the bare hint of awakening and redemption that is offered in the final paragraphs is an extraordinary accomplishment.

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