Earth
of the remote future, on the brink of the end of time. Society and
technology have advanced to the point where death no longer exists,
birth hardly at all; the small remaining population is very rich, very
decadent, very sophisticated, very bizarre.
The
world draws its enormous power from its crazy, jewelled cities with
their ripe and rotting technologies. Nature is landscaped into a
thousand fantasy gardens, in artful parodies of what was once natural
scenery. Snow falls in the tropics, skies are tinted by artists
according to their moods. Space-travelers – even time-travelers –
occasionally call.
Sex
is a dying interest. Jherek Carnelian, something of an oddity in this
society, decides to sport an unusual affectation: he will “fall in
love.” When Mrs. Amelia Underwood arrives, a reluctant time-traveler
from Victorian London, he determines to possess her, finds himself
truly in love, and plunges backward in time to capture her.
An
Alien Heat is not only a delightful comic fantasy, but also a sharp
social satire, reminiscent simultaneously of Anthony Burgess,
Oscar Wilde, and H. G. Wells.