I’m sad that I’ve now read all the extant Heinlein fiction, this posthumous (and first)
novel being the last piece for me. It certainly held 3.5 stars worth of enjoyment for a
Heinlein fan, but much of that was in seeing the nascent ideas of the writer that I would
devour in my childhood. In the story, a military pilot from 1939 dies, and his
consciousness is thrown forward to 2086 where social and economic aspects of society are
hugely altered, though technological advances are more conservative (but, dammit, I want my
flying car).
“Let me get out of these furs.” She walked away while fumbling with a zipper at her
throat. The furs were all one garment which slipped off her shoulders and fell to the
floor. Perry felt a shock like an icy shower and then a warm tingle.
DEBUT
For Us, the Living, initial unpublished manuscript, 1938.
VARIANTS
Debut. Initial unpublished manuscript. For Us, the Living, initial unpublished manuscript, 1938.
“Let me get out of these furs.” She walked away while fumbling with a zipper at her
throat. The furs were all one garment which slipped off her shoulders and fell to the
floor. Perry felt a shock like an icy shower and then a warm tingle.
1 English variant