The sex is mostly of the "alternative" variety, and mostly in conformance with current "alternative" propriety. Professional dominatrixes; gay men searching for mates while on ecstasy; future lesbians engaged in girlhood role-playing; a married woman whose husband supplies her with another man as her birthday present; a honeymooning intellectual couple sitting at cafés while discussing the philosophical implications of fucking. Similarly, the drugs are mostly used to escape the darkness of one's life (Joyce Carol Oates's "A Woman Is Born to Bleed") or to build an artificial sense of self-confident fuckability (the aforementioned ecstasy users in Philip Hensher's "The Chartist"). The main exception: Laurie Colwin's "The Achieve, or the Mastery of the Thing," in which a student bride in the nascent hippie years turns her professor bridegroom onto the then-novel joys of spending one's entire life too stoned to feel pain. Not much rock 'n' roll is in here, and that's OK since there's so little good writing about that world that isn't really about the sex and drugs. Certainly the main rock story here, Cherry Wilder's "Friends in Berlin," has little novel to offer about bandmates getting on one another's nerves while on tour. Again, nostalgia for the days of potential rebellion provide the highlight--Christopher Hope's "Gone," about a '50s white boy learning to love rock music in apartheid South Africa. The notion of intense pleasures as dulling narcotics reaches its ultimate point in Michael Carson's "Postcards of the Hanging," imagining a near-future in which humans are implanted with 24-hour radio receivers in their bodies, letting the outside world fade away while listening constantly to the top pop hits (with commercials). Like much modern-day sci-fi, it's based on the schtick of taking a present-day trend (Walkmen and boom boxes) and simply imagining it will become more-O-the-same in the future. In this day of "chaos theory" and "quantum thinking," many science and pop-science writers no longer believe trends necessarily "progress" in one direction forever. Too bad so many science fiction writers haven't discovered this notion yet. But then again, maybe chaos-influenced fiction would constitute stories to begin the next century, not stories to end this one.
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