THE END OF THE WORLD NEWS

Here you have three fascinating stories bound together. You have the novelised, or very nearly televisualised, life of Sigmund Freud. You have a Broadway musical about the visit of Leon Trotsky to New York in 1917. And, some way into the future, you have the crushing of the planet Earth by a heavyweight intruder from a distant galaxy. . . . These three stories are all the same story: they are all about the end of history as man has known it." So says Burgess in his cheery blurb here. But, while those three separate novelettes are indeed chopped up and offered in alternating chunks throughout, they don't coalesce thematically (even if Burgess sees Freud, socialism, and outer-space as the century's Big Three items); nor does the revolving focus really achieve what Burgess calls a "new way of reading"—changing channels, as on TV. And readers will probably wind up sampling this Burgess bagatelle (if at all) by choosing one of the storylines and following it through, skipping over the other two. The Freud bio is best; it's partly a parody of the Irving Stone/TV-movie approach to pop-biography, beginning with the dying Freud leaving Vienna and then moving into the usual flashbacks (" 'I'm sick of you and your dreams,' Martha said, pouring coffee. 'If it's not one thing it's another. First it's Oedipus. Now it's dreams' "); but it's impressive, too, as it eruditely packs virtually every highlight of stormy psychoanalytic history into tiny vignettes (Adler, Jung, Ferenczi, Anna); and it manages to convey a hint of Freud-as-genuine-tragic-hero—while also leaping into the fanciful (Freud and Jung playing free-association games, Freud conversing with his cancer). The science-fiction novella is so-so: world's-end is nigh as a planet called Lynx is on collision course with future Earth; an elite handful is selected for spaceship survival, including ouranologist Vanessa Frame but not including her sci-fi-writer husband Valentine; the focus shifts back and forth between the doomed Earthlings and: the pre-flight spaceship (where tyranny and mutiny simmer); so there's an uprising at the end, with some of the good guys taking over the ship. And the Trotsky musical? Well, it's pretty dull, silly stuff—Trotsky falling in love, being tempted by capitalism—especially since the heavily-rhymed song lyrics are far too ambitious to be read as parody. A minor-Burgess potpourri, then—with occasional fun, lots of talent on indiscriminate display. . . and, despite the author's assurances ("This book is very deep"), considerably less than meets the eye.