I’ve been drowning in job proposal/manuscript writing this month. I did manage to finish one of the growing stack of vintage science fiction weighing down my shelves: John Brunner’s The Productions of Time (1966), which sounded fun, but ended up disappointing.
Murray Douglas is a famous but washed-up actor, just out of rehab for alcoholism and trying to get back into theater. He gets recruited for an odd play project designed by an enigmatic Latin American playwright Manuel Delgado, whose past works have led to suicides and institutionalizations of the actors involved. Murray and the cast are kept in a lavish country club to work out the play, but Murray soon realizes that the theater project may be secondary. Delgado and his staff have rigged the place up with mysterious electronic devices that may be for eavesdropping, and and Delgado seems to be deliberately stoking to the sexual and narcotic vices of the oddly passive cast. Continue reading “John Brunner’s mediocre Productions of Time”


