In Douglas Preston's Blasphemy, the world's biggest supercollider, locked in an Arizona mountain, was built to reveal the secrets of the very moment of creation: the Big Bang itself.
The Torus is the most expensive machine ever created by humankind, run by the world's most powerful supercomputer. It is the brainchild of Nobel Laureate William North Hazelius. Will the Torus divulge the mysteries of the creation of the universe? Or will it, as some predict, suck the earth into a mini black hole? Or is the Torus a Satanic attempt, as a powerful televangelist decries, to challenge God Almighty on the very throne of Heaven?
Twelve scientists under the leadership of Hazelius are sent to the remote mountain to turn it on, and what they discover must be hidden from the world at all costs. Wyman Ford, ex-monk and CIA operative, is tapped to wrest their secret, a secret that will either destroy the world…or save it.
The countdown begins…
This edition of the book is the deluxe, tall rack mass market paperback.
About the Author
Douglas Preston is the co-author with Lincoln Child of the celebrated Pendergast series of novels, including such best-selling titles as Fever Dream, The Book of the Dead, The Wheel of Darkness, and Relic, which became a number one box office hit movie. His solo novels include the New York Times bestsellers Impact, The Codex, and Tyrannosaur Canyon. His nonfiction book The Monster of Florence is being made into a film starring George Clooney. Preston is an expert long-distance horseman, a member of the elite Long Riders Guild, and a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society. He has traveled to remote parts of the world as an archaeological correspondent for The New Yorker. He also worked as an editor and writer at the American Museum of Natural History in New York and taught nonfiction writing at Princeton University. Preston is the Co-president of International Thriller Writers, and serves on the Governing Council of the Authors Guild.
Place of Birth:Cambridge, Massachusetts
Education:B.A., Pomona College, 1978
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Ken Dolby stood before his workstation, his smooth, polished fingers caressing the controls of Isabella. He waited, savoring the moment, and then he unlocked a cage on the panel and pulled down a small red bar.
There was no hum, no sound, nothing to indicate that the most expensive scientific instrument on earth had been turned on. Except that, two hundred miles away, the lights of Las Vegas dimmed ever so slightly.
As Isabella warmed up, Dolby began to feel the fine vibration of her through the floor. He thought of the machine as a woman, and in his more imaginative moments he had even imagined what she looked like—tall and slender, with a muscular back, black as the desert night, beaded with sweat. Isabella. He had shared these feelings with no one—no point in attracting ridicule. To the rest of the scientists on the project, Isabella was an “it,” a dead machine built for a specific purpose. But Dolby had always felt a deep affection for the machines he created—from when he was ten years old and constructed his first radio from a kit. Fred. That was the radio’s name. And when he thought of Fred, he saw a fat carroty-haired white man. The first computer he had built was Betty—who looked in his head like a brisk and efficient secretary. He couldn’t explain why his machines took on the personalities they did—it just happened.
And now this, the world’s most powerful particle accelerator . . . Isabella.
“How’s it look?” asked Hazelius, the team leader, coming over and placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder.
“Purring like a cat,” said Dolby.
“Good.” Hazelius straightened up and spoke to the team. “Gather round, I have an announcement to make.”
Silence fell as the team members straightened up from their workstations and waited. Hazelius strode across the small room and positioned himself in front of the biggest of the plasma screens. Small, slight, as sleek and restless as a caged mink, he paced in front of the screen for a moment before turning to them with a brilliant smile. It never ceased to amaze Dolby what a charismatic presence the man had.
“My dear friends,” he began, scanning the group with turquoise eyes. “It’s 1492. We’re at the bow of the Santa Maria, gazing at the sea horizon, moments before the coastline of the New World comes into view. Today is the day we sail over that unknown horizon and land upon the shores of our very own New World.”
He reached down into the Chapman bag he always carried and pulled out a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. He held it up like a trophy, his eyes sparkling, and thumped it down on the table. “This is for later tonight, when we set foot on the beach. Because tonight, we bring Isabella to one hundred percent full power.”
Silence greeted the announcement. Finally Kate Mercer, the assistant director of the project, spoke. “What happened to the plan to do three runs at ninety-five percent?”
Hazelius returned her look with a smile. “I’m impatient. Aren’t you?”
Mercer brushed back her glossy black hair. “What if we hit an unknown resonance or generate a miniature black hole?”
“Your own calculations show a one in quadrillion chance of that particular downside.”
“My calculations might be wrong.”
“Your calculations are never wrong.” Hazelius smiled and turned to Dolby. “What do you think? Is she ready?”
“You’re damn right she’s ready.”
Hazelius spread his hands. “Well?”
Everyone looked at each other. Should they risk it? Volkonsky, the Russian programmer, suddenly broke the ice. “Yes, we go for it!” He high-fived a startled Hazelius, and then everyone began slapping each other on the back, shaking hands, and hugging, like a basketball team before a game.
Five hours and as many bad coffees later, Dolby stood before the huge flat-panel screen. It was still dark—the matter–antimatter proton beams had not been brought into contact. It took forever to power up the machine and cool down Isabella’s superconducting magnets to carry the very large currents necessary. Then it was a matter of increasing beam luminosity by increments of 5 percent, focusing and collimating the beams, checking the superconducting magnets, running various test programs, before going up to the next 5 percent.
“Power at ninety percent,” Dolby intoned.
“Christ damn,” said Volkonsky somewhere behind him, giving the Sunbeam coffeemaker a blow that made it rattle like the Tin Man. “Empty already!”
Dolby repressed a smile. During the two weeks they’d been up on the mesa, Volkonsky had revealed himself as a wiseass, a slouching, mangy specimen of Eurotrash with long greasy hair, ripped T-shirts, and a pubic clump of beard clinging to his chin. He looked more like a drug addict than a brilliant software engineer. But then, a lot of them were like that.
Another measured ticking of the clock.
“Beams aligned and focused,” said Rae Chen. “Luminosity fourteen TeV.”
“Isabella work fine,” said Volkonsky.
“My systems are all green,” said Cecchini, the particle physicist.
“Security, Mr. Wardlaw?”
The senior intelligence officer, Wardlaw, spoke from his security station. “Just cactus and coyotes, sir.”
“All right,” said Hazelius. “It’s time.” He paused dramatically. “Ken? Bring the beams into collision.”
Dolby felt a quickening of his heart. He touched the dials with his spiderlike fingers, adjusting them with a pianist’s lightness of touch. He followed with a series of commands rapped into the keyboard.
The huge flat-panel screens all around suddenly woke up. A sudden singing noise seemed to float in the air, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
“What’s that?” Mercer asked, alarmed.
“A trillion particles blowing through the detectors,” said Dolby. “Sets up a high vibration.”
“Jesus, it sounds like the monolith in 2001.”
Volkonsky hooted like an ape. Everyone ignored him.
An image appeared on the central panel, the Visualizer. Dolby stared at it, entranced. It was like an enormous flower—flickering jets of color radiating from a single point, twisting and writhing as if trying to tear free of the screen. He stood in awe at the intense beauty of it.
“Contact successful,” said Rae Chen. “Beams are focused and collimated. God, it’s a perfect alignment!”
Cheers and some ragged clapping.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Hazelius, “welcome to the shores of the New World.” He gestured to the Visualizer. “You’re looking at an energy density not seen in the universe since the Big Bang.” He turned to Dolby. “Ken, please increase power in increments of tenths to ninety-nine.”
The ethereal sound increased slightly as Dolby worked on the keyboard. “Ninety-six,” he said.
“Luminosity seventeen point four TeV,” said Chen.
“Ninety-seven . . . Ninety-eight.”
The team fell into tense silence, the only sound now the humming that filled the underground control room, as if the mountain around them were singing.
“Beams still focused,” said Chen. “Luminosity twenty-two point five TeV.”
The sound from Isabella had become still higher, purer.
“Just a moment,” said Volkonsky, hunching over the supercomputer workstation. “Isabella is . . . slow.”
Dolby turned sharply. “Nothing wrong with the hardware. It must be another software glitch.”
“Software not problem,” said Volkonsky.
“Maybe we should hold it here,” said Mercer. “Any evidence of miniature black hole creation?”
“No,” said Chen. “Not a trace of Hawking radiation.”
“Ninety-nine point five,” said Dolby.
“I’m getting a charged jet at twenty-two point seven TeV,” said Chen.
“What kind?” asked Hazelius.
“An unknown resonance. Take a look.”
Two flickering red lobes had developed on either side of the flower on the central screen, like a clown’s ears gone wild.
“Hard-scattering,” said Hazelius. “Gluons maybe. Might be evidence of a Kaluza-Klein graviton.”
“No way,” said Chen. “Not at this luminosity.”
“Ninety-nine point six.”
“Gregory, I think we should hold the power steady here,” said Mercer. “A lot of stuff is happening all at once.”
“Naturally we’re seeing unknown resonances,” Hazelius said, his voice no louder than the rest, but somehow distinct from them all. “We’re in unknown territory.”
“Ninety-nine point seven,” Dolby intoned. He had complete confidence in his machine. He could take her to one hundred percent and beyond, if necessary. It gave him a thrill to know they were now sucking up almost a quarter of the juice from Hoover Dam. That was why they had to do their runs in the middle of the night—when power usage was lowest.
“Ninety-nine point eight.”
“We’ve got some kind of really big unknown interaction here,” said Mercer.
“What is problem, bitch?” Volkonsky shouted at the computer.
“I’m telling you, we’re poking our finger into a Kaluza-Klein space,” said Chen. “It’s incredible.”
Snow began to appear on the big flat panel with the flower.
“Isabella is behave strange,” said Volkonsky.
“How so?” Hazelius said, from his position at the center of the Bridge.
Dolby rolled his eyes. Volkonsky was such a pain. “All systems go on my board.”
Volkonsky typed furiously on the keyboard; then he swore in Russian and whacked the monitor with the flat of his hand.
“Gregory, don’t you think we should power down?” asked Mercer.
“Give it a minute more,” said Hazelius.
“Ninety-nine point nine,” said Dolby. In the past five minutes, the room had gone from sleepy to bug-eyed awake, tense as hell. Only Dolby felt relaxed.
“I agree with Kate,” said Volkonsky. “I not like the way Isabella behave. We start power-down sequence.”
“I’ll take full responsibility,” said Hazelius. “Everything is still well within specs. The data stream of ten terabits per second is starting to stick in its craw, that’s all.”
“Craw? What means ‘craw’?”
“Power at one hundred percent,” said Dolby, a note of satisfaction in his laid-back voice.
“Beam luminosity at twenty-seven point one eight two eight TeV,” said Chen.
Snow spackled the computer screens. The singing noise filled the room like a voice from the beyond. The flower on the Visualizer writhed and expanded. A black dot, like a hole, appeared at the center.
“Whoa!” said Chen. “Losing all data at Coordinate Zero.”
The flower flickered. Dark streaks shot through it.
“This is nuts,” said Chen. “I’m not kidding, the data’s vanishing.”
“Not possible,” said Volkonsky. “Data is not vanish. Particles is vanish.”
“Give me a break. Particles don’t vanish.”
“No joke, particles is vanish.”
“Software problem?” Hazelius asked.
“Not software problem,” said Volkonsky loudly. “Hardware problem.”
“Screw you,” Dolby muttered.
“Gregory, Isabella might be tearing the ’brane,” said Mercer. “I really think we should power down now.”
The black dot grew, expanded, began swallowing the image on the screen. At its margins, it jittered manically with intense color.
“These numbers are wild,” said Chen. “I’m getting extreme space-time curvature right at CZero. It looks like some kind of singularity. We might be creating a black hole.”
“Impossible,” said Alan Edelstein, the team’s mathematician, looking up from the workstation he had been quietly hunched over in the corner. “There’s no evidence of Hawking radiation.”
“I swear to God,” said Chen loudly, “we’re ripping a hole in space-time!”
On the screen that ran the program code in real time, the symbols and numbers were flying by like an express train. On the big screen above their heads, the writhing flower had disappeared, leaving a black void. Then there was movement in the void—ghostly, batlike. Dolby stared at it, surprised.
“Damn it, Gregory, power down!” Mercer called.
“Isabella not accept input!” Volkonsky yelled. “I lose core routines!”
“Hold steady for a moment until we can figure out what’s going on,” said Hazelius.
“Gone! Isabella gone!” said the Russian, throwing up his hands and sitting back with a look of disgust on his bony face.
“I’m still green across the board,” said Dolby. “Obviously what you’ve got here is a massive software crash.” He turned his attention back to the Visualizer. An image was appearing in the void, an image so strange, so beautiful, that at first he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He glanced around, but nobody else was looking: they were all focused on their various consoles.
“Hey, excuse me—anybody know what’s going on up there on the screen?” Dolby asked.
Nobody answered him. Nobody looked up. Everyone was furiously busy. The machine sang strangely.
“I’m just the engineer,” said Dolby, “but any of you theoretical geniuses got an idea of what that is? Alan, is that . . . normal?”
Alan Edelstein glanced up from his workstation distractedly. “It’s just random data,” he said.
“What do you mean, random? It’s got a shape!”
“The computer’s crashed. It can’t be anything but random data.”
“That sure doesn’t look random to me.” Dolby stared at it. “It’s moving. There’s something there, I swear—it almost looks alive, like it’s trying to get out. Gregory, are you seeing this?”
Hazelius glanced up at the Visualizer and paused, surprise blossoming on his face. He turned. “Rae? What’s going on with the Visualizer?”
“No idea. I’m getting a steady blast of coherent data from the detectors. Doesn’t look like Isabella’s crashed from here.”
“How would you interpret that thing on the screen?”
Chen look up and her eyes widened. “Jeez. I’ve no idea.”
“It’s moving,” said Dolby. “It’s, like, emerging.”
The detectors sang, the room humming with their high-pitched whine.
“Rae, it’s garbage data,” Edelstein said. “The computer’s crashed—how can it be real?”
“I’m not so sure it is garbage,” said Hazelius, staring. “Michael, what do you think?”
The particle physicist stared at the image, mesmerized. “It doesn’t make any sense. None of the colors and shapes correspond to particle energies, charges, and classes. It isn’t even radially centered on CZero—it’s like a weird, magnetically bound plasma cloud of some kind.”
“I’m telling you,” said Dolby, “it’s moving, it’s coming out. It’s like a . . . Jesus, what the hell is it?” He closed his eyes hard, trying to chase away the ache of exhaustion. Maybe he was seeing things. He opened them. It was still there—and expanding.
“Shut it down! Shut Isabella down now!” Mercer cried.
Suddenly the panel filled with snow and went dead black.
“What the hell?” Chen cried, her fingers pounding the keyboard. “I’ve lost all input!”
A word slowly materialized in the center of the panel. The group fell into silence, staring. Even Volkonsky’s voice, which had been raised in high excitement, lapsed as if cut off. Nobody moved.
Then Volkonsky began to laugh, a tense, high-pitched laugh, hysterical, desperate.
Dolby felt a sudden rage. “You son of a bitch, you did this.”
Volkonsky shook his head, flapping his greasy locks.
“You think that’s funny?” Dolby asked, getting up from the workstation with clenched fists. “You hack a forty-billion-dollar experiment and you think it’s funny?”
“I not hack anything,” said Volkonsky, wiping his mouth. “You shut hell up.”
Dolby turned and faced the group. “Who did this? Who messed with Isabella?” He turned back to the Visualizer and read out loud the word hanging there, spat it out in his fury. greetings.
He turned back. “I’ll kill the bastard who did this.”
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
PB/Fiction: I see why this book is so controversial. The former CIA agent and former Catholic monk is our hero. We last saw him in Tyrannosaur Canyon. Isabella is a super-collider in the Arizona desert that is headed by a super scientist who thinks he's smarter than everybody on earth. When Isabella is cranked up to 100%, the voice of God starts talking from a blackhole. At first the scientist believe it is malware, but then God starts answering questions only the scientist know. The first hint that something is fishy is that God speaks English. Then there is the Navaho medicine man, Washington lobbyist, and the loony missionary that collide with the collider. The author writes at the end of the paperback issue that some people thought his book was anti-Christian. His response is that it is not and all the characters are flawed. IMO, it is anti-loony-Christian and anti-government and I didn't have a problem with it. The takeover and mob/riot mentality of the loonies is over-the-top, but that's what you get with a Douglas Preston book. Pretty much all his books are thought of as supernatural at first and science takes over in the end. Surprise ending as far as Ford goes. It's a fun summer read, but I wish is was a little longer and went more into the background of the Navajo medicine man and the televangelist.
Blasphemy? Douglas Preston takes the reader on a journey through science fiction into theology and ties it all together in the end. This is my first book by the author and very pleasant surprise. I really enjoyed the writing style and plot themes the author used. The story starts out hopping around through several characters and what they are all engaged in, about a quarter into the book the ties start to come together but not in any predictable manner. There is a group of 12 scientists in one corner working on a top secret, top dollar government project; a lobbyist with a wounded ego; a televangelist wanting more money at any cost; the President and a few top aides; and finally a whole troop of characters on the Indian reservation offering their perspective where the top secret project is taking place. The morals and impressions I received from the book may not have been intended by the author, but made the book a very enjoyable read. It is beautiful writing when the author can combine science, religion and politics in such a way as to expose the manipulative nature of each while balancing it with the positive contributions each can make as well. Highly recommend A
Science and religion collide in Blasphemy with results that will change humankind forever. This one is hard to review without saying too much and spoiling it for you but I'll try. A group of scientists deep in an Arizona mountain have created the world's largest supercollider which will "probe what happened at the very moment of creation: the Big Bang itself". Opposing these scientists are the fundamentalist Christians who believe that these scientists are attacking their religion by attempting to disprove Genesis. Blasphemy could be considered by many to be controversial with it's plot surrounding the clash of science and religion. The Washington Post says ".....the scenes of howling Christians eagerly killing fellow Americans who don't share their views are chilling, and history reminds us that the more feverish advocates of most religions have been spilling innocent blood for centuries. The novel is entirely readable, and its satire of religious extremism, if heavy-handed, often strikes home." The characters were well written for the most part and the pace moved along pretty well. Overall, I thought this was an entertaining read. There were some twists and turns that I didn't see coming and the one really big plot twist toward the end. The outcome wasn't exactly what I hoped it would be but I can live with that. This is definitely something different and worth a read.
When I first started reading this book, I wasnt sure if id continue because of all the characters and it all seemed hard to follow at first. I ENCOURAGE YOU TO PUSH THROUGH THE FIRST PART OF THE BOOK! This book really picks up and makes you want more. There arnt to many books that I just cant put down but this was one of them. This book has a different/good ending. I will warn you that the first 1/3 of the book is a bit slow. Great characters! Made me read more of his books.
Physicist Gregory North Hazelius sold the concept of creating a humongous forty billion dollar 'superconducting supercollider particle accelerator' based on finding a new source of energy. He knows not to tell anyone about his personal secret agenda behind why he pushed the Isabella project as it is called he plans to duplicate the Big Bang of creation in order to speak to God.----------- The Navajo Indian Reservation in the southwest is chosen as the locale for Isabella. Work begins inside the five-hundred-square-mile Red Mesa tableland. However, the project falls behind schedule disturbing DC politicos who bet on its quick success. Presidential science adviser Dr. Stanton Lockwood sends former CIA operative Wyman Ford to investigate why the delay and is there any way to propel the project back on schedule. At the same time, others strongly oppose Isabella fearing the wrath of God. Televangelist Reverend Don Spates claims scientific blasphemy challenging heaven Navaho shamans share Spates¿ fears that the world is coming to an end. These two diverse groups plan to destroy the evil scientists and their blasphemous Isabella before the Armageddon Big Crunch occurs.----------- This is exciting thriller in which science and religion clash in many ways the tale is a modernizing of Frankenstein as Isabella is considered the monster by the evangelists and the Navaho while Dr. Hazelius (and twelve other scientists) is the zealous creator. The story line starts slow as the cast is set, but once everyone converges on the southwest, the plot is faster than an atom flying around a supercollider. Fans will enjoy Douglas J. Preston¿s entertaining action-packed tale.------------ Harriet Klausner
This one's going to be quick. Lots of plot elements and characters, but some very nice intersections of some very different concepts – a super-collider, Christian fundamentalism, national politics, Indian affairs … the fact that I figured out WHO was responsible didn't lessen my enjoyement (even though I didn't figure out WHY). Rating: 4 stars – it felt a little stretched out; with a little extra editing, I would have rated it higher.
Douglas Preston never disappoints. His ability to spin a story that keeps you on the edge of your seat continues with Blasphemy. It is a page turner that you won't be able to put down. Great job!
Loved this book and the Ford series.
Some books I call "popcorn reading" because they are fun and quick to consume, while providing a minimum of nutritional value - which isn't to say that popcorn reading lacks worth, just that it's really not brain food, and there's nothing really wrong with that. Reading should be enjoyable. One of my favourite types of "popcorn" is chick lit. And some popcorn actually provides food for thought, like Mitch Albom's books, but absorption doesn't require much effort and the thoughts come easily. The thriller category also has a preponderance of popcorn. And with Blasphemy, you get the jumbo sized popcorn with a candy bar. Think movie. This was an ultimate popcorn experience. At Red Mesa, Arizona, tunnelled deep inside the mountains, mad(?) genius Gregory North Hazelius heads up the government-funded Isabella Project. Isabella, the most super supercomputer ever built, is at the heart of a mammoth, enormously powerful particle accelerator built to smash together subatomic particles, unleashing energies last created during the Big Bang. We dive immediately into intimations of danger - what if Isabella creates a black hole? The first run - Isabella is not responding as anticipated - Hazelius insists on continuing - and then, as Isabella and the particles scream in the tunnels - contact with another being. What is this being - the work of a hacker or maybe God? Add to the plot: Wyman Ford, ex-CIA, sent by the US government to find out what is really going on; Navajos protesting the mega project in their backyard; Reverend Don T. Spates, a slimy fundamentalist preacher experiencing sagging revenues; and Pastor Russ Eddy, one of the scariest religious fanatics I've ever met in print. There's blasphemy of all kinds in this book as well as fanatics of all persuasions who converge at Red Mesa. Can science be perverting our humanity or are the scientists showing the way to God? It all comes to a, well, roaring conclusion. Most enjoyable, easily consumed, and yes, thought-provoking.
A techno-thriller in the Michael Creighton vein, Blasphemy combines science (a particle accelerator designed to be larger than CERN) with political asshattery and religious nutjobbery. Built with a price tag of $40 billion, the purpose of the accelerator is to research particles that haven't existed since the big bang. However, software glitches prevent it from going on-line, and the DOE sends a former CIA agent and scientist to investigate. Meanwhile, the Navajo tribal counsel fires their lobbyist, content that the project is complete and nothing will interfere with the stream of government rent checks for using their land. The lobbyist warns that the project is still under heavy pressure from groups who think it is a sink hole and wish to stop funding it all together, but he cannot get them to keep him on retainer. A discredited televangelist on the verge of cancellation declares that the project is trying to disprove Genesis and is a direct affront to god, and all of the nutjobs start coming out of the woodwork, sending email to Washington in unprecedented numbers. Then a local preacher on the Navajo reservation falls under the spell, goes to accelerator to voice concerns and get information, and is dismissed by the lead scientist as a "germ" and ejected from the premises. When the televangelist refers to the information he gathered on his increasingly popular broadcast, the preacher takes it upon himself to declare a holy war against the accelerator (and the scientist, who he dubs the Antichrist). His email campaign goes viral, and soon a veritable army assembles outside the gates of the compound. Meanwhile, when the accelerator is powered to near 100%, it begins to talk to the scientists. First dismissed as a hack that needed rooting out, it claims that it is god. After an extended conversation, the mostly Atheistic group of scientists actually start to believe that maybe it is.
I'm putting this at somewhere between 3 & 4 rating.Remember -- it's just a book and it's fiction!I picked up this book because I liked the character of Wyman Ford (former CIA operative and former monk) from Tyrannosaur Canyon, although I certainly wasn't prepared for what came next. Ford is called upon to look into what's going on with the Isabella Project, a particle accelerator worth $40 billion from the government and hidden underground in the Arizona desert at Red Mesa. There have been delays and problems with the Navajos. The ostensible point of Isabella is to prove the Big Bang theory. But when Ford arrives, he realizes that something's being kept hidden among the scientists -- it seems that someone's hacked into the computer and causing it to seemingly speak to the scientists on its own. But those are not the worst of the problems facing the scientists -- it seems that an overzealous fundamentalist evangelical preacher whose ratings are dipping on TV needs something to perk up his broadcasts, and decides to take on the Isabella project. After all, as he notes, the government gave the project $40 billion to prove the truth of the Big Bang Theory, but you'd never see the government giving Christians $40 billion to prove the truth of God. Thus begins a story that will hold you until the end. I do have to say that I absolutely loved Preston's handling of the whole fundamentalist-Christian-rabble-rousing, following-the-herd-blindly thing, and to people who say that he's got it all wrong, just turn on your television set or read the newspaper, or look at society today. While Preston's portrayal may be a bit over the top, there's no denying that with access to the internet or television, information, even false information, may be disseminated to those who receive it as gospel. All I have to do is to look through my email and find stuff my friends send me that I know isn't true, and yet they believe it wholeheartedly. I had a good time listening to Blasphemy, and while it may be a bit larger than life, it kept me entertained for hours.
In this book, the battle of science vs religion takes a new twist in the form of Isabella, a machine designed as a supercollider particle accelerator to probe the energy levels of the Big Bang and investigate ideas as a new power source.What they get in its stead, is a machine that takes on the voice of God describing a new religion based on science.The result is a group led by an obsessed pastor, Russell Eddy, who has identified Isabella as a machine that must be destroyed together with Isabella's creator, Gregory North Hazelius, whom Eddy refers to as the Antichrist.An interesting premise.
Blasphemy is the second book featuring Wynam Ford (now a private detective). In this book, Ford infiltrates a government-run facility which has built the world¿s largest particle accelerator for a mere $40 billion. (Please suspend your disbelief.) I like the way Preston has worked together several subplots which all culminate at the end of the book for a complex climax. I am also a fan of Preston¿s easy writing style¿it¿s good for a quick read. I am not a fan of Preston¿s portrayal of Born Again Christians¿I think it¿s a bit over-the-top, though I guess it¿s a reasonable depiction of a very small percentage of rapture-ready Christians. Also, Preston is clearly not a physicist, but I guess not everyone can be perfect. :) Overall, I think Blasphemy was good for a quick sci-fi/techno read, but shouldn¿t be taken too seriously. It¿s a beach-book.
Scientists build a supercollider in the remote area of Red Mesa, New Mexico. Things start happening and it appears that in the process of trying to overcome computer and system glitches with the supercollider, they have met God. Or have they?Christians and scientists both are portrayed as a bit wacko.It is a good read, though. It did fall apart a little at the end for me, but all in all, entertaining.
Pretty good book. Douglas Preston is a really good thriller/science fiction writer that really keeps you on the edge of your seat. I never thought I would like science fiction, but this is more technological sci-fi, rather than aliens and space travel. The reason I only gave it 3 stars was because it was on the jumpy side and I sometimes had trouble following the story and sometimes it was a little over my head with the details.
I really try to like religious based fiction (read as much of the Left Behind series as I could manage ~8 of them or so)... but they all seem to go down the same path, dividing the world into two, equally insane, factions - those who believe and those who do not.I think, in reality, people are not so diametrically opposed, or at least not in such great numbers. Of course, there are freaks in every group, but not so many that you can paint the whole group with that brush.Anyway... it's an ok book. Not particularly suspenseful, not particularly engaging, but enough so that I could finish reading it.
This is one of the scariest books I've ever read. Seriously. It's up there with "The Stand". What starts out as a pretty standard techno-thriller rapidly warps into one of the most chilling horror adventures I've ever read. What makes it so terrifying is how utterly plausible it is -- Preston's keen grasp of mob psychology (particularly fundamentalist religious mobs) makes the last third of this book horrifying beyond all description. It's a true masterwork -- genius, absolutely gripping from start to finish. Highly recommended.
An interesting mix of science and religion combined into a thriller. While I enjoyed the overall story and the interplay between religious dogma and scientific learning, I did have a few problems with the story. First, I would have actually preferred for the story to have developed a bit slower. The author introduced a group of twelve scientists, but most of them had only a few lines of dialogue and we learned practically nothing about them. Similarly, I would have liked to have learned more about what the scientists thought that their experiments would show them, how they would analyze that information, and what it would mean to science. On the other end of the spectrum, I think that the author did himself a dis-service by making the televangelist such a characiture instead of a living, breathing, genuinely good person. I suspect (I hope?) that at least some televangelists are of this latter type and not just in it for their own benefit. I agreed with many of the points that I think that the author was trying to make, but I think that those points would have been stronger if the televangelist -- the character representing "the other side" -- had been a stronger character.Blasphemy was an good read, but I don't think that it will appeal to religious conservatives or to those who are generally disinterested in modern, cutting-edge theoretical science (even if that is not what the book is really about...
Loved the premise and was truly on the edge of my seat throughout most of the book, but was bitterly disappointed in the ending.
a fun romp which just started to touch on issues of the Cosmos and religion - I was very unsatisfied with the last few chapters and felt Preston just wanted to wrap up the tale without giving a little more subsctance - though-provoking nonetheless
Blasphemy was reviewed in the Mercury-News, which has a terrible "book section" (one page of two reviews from the wire services, and bestseller lists). It sounded good, though, so I put it on hold at the library--one of the few books that's had a substantial wait attached. The characters lacked depth, as did the chapters, which tended to hover around the 10-15 page mark. The only current hot topic this lacked was an evangelical in a homosexual sex scandal.
Worth getting into. Provocative.BTW, I'm spoiled by the Harry Potter books read by Jim Dale, so, after listening to several chapters of Blasphemy by some other voice I switched to the written book. This is recommended, because there are some passages you'll want to skim over quickly.
This was only the second book by Preston that I have read. I was blown away to say the least. The phrase 'couldn't put it down' was in full effect.
Sci-fi meets religion is often a good basis for a gripping novel and whilst there were a few facets of Blasphemy that were far too convenient to give it the air of realism I really wanted, it was nevertheless a good read. That was until the end.To say I was let down (and no I won't spoil the ending) would be an understatement and the great story which had built prior was all a little ruined with the finale.Douglas Preston seems very well researched and speaking as a tech found his computer/net references quite well informed (for example he mentions Usenet which is something the average PC user probably doesn't even know about)Good, but could have been so much more....
Not one of my favorite Douglas Preston books. The God conversations at the end lost me.