More Than Human

is the title of a novel written by Theodore Sturgeon in 1953. I read it over the past few days and it is shitkickingly ace.

Unfortunately there is no way to describe why without blowing it. Something very original and strange is at work, delving deep into the psychological. The delivery of the first two parts is superb; the third part seems slightly weaker by comparison, but is endlessly fascinating.

Pretty sure this is one of the best novels I’ve ever read – as distinct from one of the best SF or fantasy novels I’ve read, as oddly I would place Bester’s The Stars My Destination (which I also loved, for totally different reasons) in that category.

More Than Human is pure literature, transcending genre, but strangely ghettoised by a handful of its ideas.

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