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Starship Troopers

Robert A. Heinlein

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Beschreibung

In Robert A. Heinlein's controversial Hugo Award-winning bestseller, a recruit of the future goes through the toughest boot camp in the Universe-and into battle against mankind's most alarming enemy...

Johnnie Rico never really intended to join up-and definitely not the infantry. But now that he's in the thick of it, trying to get through combat training harder than anything he could have imagined, he knows everyone in his unit is one bad move away from buying the farm in the interstellar war the Terran Federation is waging against the Arachnids.

Because everyone in the Mobile Infantry fights. And if the training doesn't kill you, the Bugs are more than ready to finish the job...

"A classic…If you want a great military adventure, this one is for you."-All SciFi

Praise for Starship Troopers

"Nothing has come along that can match it."-Science Fiction Weekly

"A book that continues to resonate and influence to this day, and one whose popularity and luster hasn't been dimmed despite decades of imitations."-SF Reviews

"Heinlein's genius is at its height in this timeless classic that is as meaningful today as when it was written...a fast-paced novel that never gets preachy. This is a definite must-have, must-read book."-SF Site

Robert Anson Heinlein was born in Missouri in 1907, and was raised there. He graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1929, but was forced by illness to retire from the Navy in 1934. He settled in California and over the next five years held a variety of jobs while doing post-graduate work in mathematics and physics at the University of California. In 1939 he sold his first science fiction story to
Astounding magazine and soon devoted himself to the genre.

He was a four-time winner of the Hugo Award for his novels
Stranger in a Strange Land (1961),
Starship Troopers (1959),
Double Star (1956), and
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (1966). His Future History series, incorporating both short stories and novels, was first mapped out in 1941. The series charts the social, political, and technological changes shaping human society from the present through several centuries into the future.

Robert A. Heinlein’s books were among the first works of science fiction to reach bestseller status in both hardcover and paperback. He continued to work into his eighties, and his work never ceased to amaze, to entertain, and to generate controversy. By the time he died, in 1988, it was evident that he was one of the formative talents of science fiction: a writer whose unique vision, unflagging energy, and persistence, over the course of five decades, made a great impact on the American mind.

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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 288
Altersempfehlung ab 18 Jahr(e)
Erscheinungsdatum 01.06.2006
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-441-01410-1
Verlag Berkley Publishing Group
Maße (L/B/H) 23.2/15.1/2.2 cm
Gewicht 308 g

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THE classic of military Science Fiction
von S. Fischer am 05.08.2009

In the future-USA, democracy as we know it has been abolished. The only people allowed to vote or hold a political office are military veterans because these are people willing to give their life for the safety of the state and its citizens. But nobody is forced to join the military, quite the opposite: There are more recruits t... In the future-USA, democracy as we know it has been abolished. The only people allowed to vote or hold a political office are military veterans because these are people willing to give their life for the safety of the state and its citizens. But nobody is forced to join the military, quite the opposite: There are more recruits than the army actually needs, so they make the training particularly rigorous and weed out the majority of would-be soldiers. Juan / Johnny Rico has just turned 18 and finished school when he decides to join the military. He doesn't have a good reason but does it because his friend joins, too. Only he's not fit for anything but the mentally least demanding job left - he finds himself in the infantery and has to go through the harshest training imaginable. In this he finds his calling, as well as good friends and finally a true purpose when earth is attacked by aliens called 'bugs' because that's what they look like. And it seems like they're winning. It' up to people like Johnny to protect and save mankind by going to the bugs' planets and fighting the viscious creatures on their own turf... The novel follows Juan / Johnny from his training days through a few battles and his training as an officer. The future military and society are fascinating, but I also get the impression that many of the details of military life are timeless. Since Heinlein himself was in the Navy for a while, I'd say he knew what he was writing about and managed to bring it to life extremely well. The book is at once highly entertaining and has a surprising depth with its social criticism and topics like civic duty, responsibility and honour. A lot of people dislike the book a lot and called Heinlein a fascist and militarist for even daring to imagine a society in which the military has the power and showing soldiers one can respect and like. I myself was fascinated and entertained at the same time, and it gave me a lot to think about. The only thing I would have wished for would have been more encounters with the bugs. Otherwise the novel is a perfect example of a well-written military Science Fiction-novel. If you dislike the military or soldiers on principle, you'll almost certainly dislike this book. If you're open-minded you can't do better than this in the genre.


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    Come on, you apes! You wanta live forever?
    -Unknown platoon sergeant, 1918

    I always get the shakes before a drop. I've had the injections, of course, and hypnotic preparation, and it stands to reason that I can't really be afraid. The ship's psychiatrist has checked my brain waves and asked me silly questions while I was asleep and he tells me that it isn't fear, it isn't anything important-it's just like the trembling of an eager race horse in the starting gate.

    I couldn't say about that; I've never been a race horse. But the fact is: I'm scared silly, every time.

    At D-minus-thirty, after we had mustered in the drop room of the Rodger Young, our platoon leader inspected us. He wasn't our regular platoon leader, because Lieutenant Rasczak had bought it on our last drop; he was really the platoon sergeant, Career Ship's Sergeant Jelal. Jelly was a Finno-Turk from Iskander around Proxima-a swarthy little man who looked like a clerk, but I've seen him tackle two berserk privates so big he had to reach up to grab them, crack their heads together like coconuts, step back out of the way while they fell.

    Off duty he wasn't bad-for a sergeant. You could even call him "Jelly" to his face. Not recruits, of course, but anybody who had made at least one combat drop.

    But right now he was on duty. We had all each inspected our combat equipment (look, it's your own neck-see?), the acting platoon sergeant had gone over us carefully after he mustered us, and now Jelly went over us again, his face mean, his eyes missing nothing. He stopped by the man in front of me, pressed the button on his belt that gave readings on his physicals. "Fall out!"

    "But, Sarge, it's just a cold. The Surgeon said-"

    Jelly interrupted. "'But Sarge!'" he snapped. "The Surgeon ain't making no drop-and neither are you, with a degree and a half of fever. You think I got time to chat with you, just before a drop? Fall out! "

    Jenkins left us, looking sad and mad-and I felt bad, too. Because of the Lieutenant buying it, last drop, and people moving up, I was assistant section leader, second section, this drop, and now I was going to have a hole in my section and no way to fill it. That's not good; it means a man can run into something sticky, call for help and have nobody to help him.

    Jelly didn't downcheck anybody else. Presently he stepped out in front of us, looked us over and shook his head sadly. "What a gang of apes!" he growled. "Maybe if you'd all buy it this drop, they could start over and build the kind of outfit the Lieutenant expected you to be. But probably not-with the sort of recruits we get these days." He suddenly straightened up, shouted, "I just want to remind you apes that each and every one of you has cost the gov'ment, counting weapons, armor, ammo, instrumentation, and training, everything, including the way you overeat-has cost, on the hoof, better'n half a million. Add in the thirty cents you are actually worth and that runs to quite a sum." He glared at us. "So bring it back! We can spare you, but we can't spare that fancy suit you're wearing. I don't want any heroes in this outfit; the Lieutenant wouldn't like it. You got a job to do, you go down, you do it, you keep your ears open for recall, you show up for retrieval on the bounce and by the numbers. Get me?"

    He glared again. "You're supposed to know the plan. But some of you ain't got any minds to hypnotize so I'll sketch it out. You'll be dropped in two skirmish lines, calculated two-thousand-yard intervals. Get your bearing on me as soon as you hit, get your bearing and distance on your squad mates, both sides, while you take cover. You've wasted ten seconds already, so you smash-and-destroy whatever's at hand until the flankers hit dirt." (He was talking about me-as assistant section leader I was going to be left flanker, with nobody at my elbow. I began to tremble.)

    "Once they hit-straighten out those lines!-equalize those intervals! Drop what you'r