MY SOUL TO TAKE

Ten years after Suzannah Lord was bounced out of a neurosurgery residency at NIH and down to the lower depths of general surgery when she wouldn't come across for her brilliant, groping boss, Dr. Roland Lancaster, a chance revelation pits her against Lancaster again—this time concerning their last project together: neurally-implanted microchips that succeeded only too well in improving failing vision. Suzannah is tipped off to the scary side-effects of the chips when one of the first recipients, nonpareil painter Andrew Dugan, begs her to remove his implant. But before Andrew can explain why he's willing to risk complete blindness to get rid of the chip, he disappears—kidnapped or neutralized, perhaps, by a corps of CIA renegades running the Adept project?—and it takes a violent death and another frantic call from a microchip beneficiary—Tricia Fiore, a schoolteacher who tries to kill herself—to solve the riddle: the chips have the side effect, highly desirable in the intelligence community, of promoting second sight. For Archer Montross, Suzannah's old college friend, visions of the future have been a godsend: after predicting the course of the Gulf War, he's become the Adepts' main man, another kind of visionary bursting to pry Suzannah loose from Andrew and Jay Mallernee, her hunky long-term journalist lover; lay unclean hands on her (taking a leaf from his hero Lancaster); and persuade her to implant chips in a future CIA dream team. For Andrew and Tricia, however—and this is the novel's strongest insight—seeing the future merely paralyzes them with apathy, since they lose all interest in enacting their visions. Despite a promising take on the down side of prophetic vision, Spruill (Before I Wake, 1992, etc.) disappoints in his take-that/no- take-that plotting, less reminiscent of Dean Koontz than of Wile E. Coyote. (First serial to Good Housekeeping)