In early 2012 I stumbled on a copy of Stephen Goldin's A World Called Solitude in a flea market. The jacket copy was interesting enough that I purchased it and read it not much later. I thought it pretty good, and wrote the appreciative review reproduced below on Amazon on February 11 of 2012.
Scientist Birk Aaland
is a castaway, living alone on an alien planet covered with the deserted
cities of a technologically advanced but now extinct civilization, his
only companions the millions of robots that quixotically keep the cities
operating. Years of solitude, and memories of terrible abuses at the
hands of Earth's tyrannical government, have disordered Aaland's mind,
and his sanity receives further shocks when another human arrives on the
planet with news that the Earth's space empire is under attack by
ruthless aliens.
A World Called Solitude has some of the standard
adventure and SF elements (space ships, ray guns, robots, strange
aliens, warfare) but is primarily a psychological, even philosophical,
novel that focuses on people's states of mind and on the relationships
of people with each other and with society. Each of the half dozen or
so characters (men, women, robots, and aliens) in the novel has an
opinion of what he or she owes society and to other individuals, and
each character has to make a choice of how to act in relation to others
in a stressful situation and then live with the consequences of that
decision. There are many (maybe too many) scenes in which people under
emotional stress weep or "flip out," and many scenes in which people
have emotional arguments.
Goldin tries to do something
interesting here, and his writing style is reasonably good, so A World
Called Solitude is a worthwhile read. I will likely try some other
specimens of his work in the future. I read the 1981 hardcover from
Doubleday with the regrettably generic, boring, and inapplicable cover
art by Jan Esteves.
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