This new world weighs a yatto-gram.
But everything is trial-size; tread-on-me-tiny or blurred-out-offocus huge. There are leaves that have grown as big as cities, and there are birds that nest in cockleshells. On the white sand there are long-toed claw prints deep as nightmares, and there are rock pools in hand-hollows finned by invisible fish . . .
Mankind has rendered its planet unlivable and is beginning to colonize a new blue planet. Our heroine Billie Crusoe’s flight to the future is also a return to the distant past—“Everything is imprinted forever with what once was.” What begins as a witty, satirical futurist adventure deepens into a dazzling exploration of our relationship to environment, to power and technology, and to what defines us as humans.
For over twenty years Jeanette Winterson has consistently been one of our most brilliant writers. Lyrical, visionary, by turns funny and devastating, The Stone Gods is fiction at its most provocative.
In May 1969, science fiction titan Isaac Asimov published an essay entitled "The Power of Progression." A fervent believer in population control as a necessary first step to solving mankind's many problems, Asimov -- in what seems a moment of icy-eyed and angry despair -- decided to use his mathematical skills and prodigious imagination to highlight the dangerous arrogance of our species when it came to outstripping our environment. Assuming the historical rate of population growth and adding in the magical ability to transform all of creation into sustenance and thus exponentially replicate ourselves across the entire cosmos without hindrance, Asimov asked, "How long would it take for the entire mass of the known universe to be turned into flesh and blood?" The answer: a shockingly short 6,700 years.