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Title	:	Roadside Picnic
Author	:	Arkady Strugatsky
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 145 pages
Published	:	August 24th 2000 by Gollancz (first published 1972)
Categories	:	Science Fiction. Fiction. Cultural. Russia. Classics. Literature. Russian Literature. Dystopia. Novels

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Red Schuhart is a stalker, one of those young rebels who are compelled, in spite of extreme danger, to venture illegally into the Zone to collect the mysterious artifacts that the alien visitors left scattered around. His life is dominated by the place and the thriving black market in the alien products. But when he and his friend Kirill go into the Zone together to pick up a “full empty,” something goes wrong. And the news he gets from his girlfriend upon his return makes it inevitable that he’ll keep going back to the Zone, again and again, until he finds the answer to all his problems.

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Original Title:	Пикник на обочине
ISBN:	0575070536 (ISBN13: 9780575070530)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Red Schuhart
Literary Awards:	John W. Campbell Memorial Award Nominee for Best Science Fiction Novel (1978), Graoully d'Or for Roman étranger (1981), Science Fiction and Fantasy Translation Award Nominee for Long Form (Honorable Mention) (2013)

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Being below the concern of alien beings is not a new science fiction theme (although it is a relatively rare one), but I've never read a book that examined the idea quite like this. Ursula K. Le Guin's foreword is right - most of the time, the people who interact with alien technology are highly skilled and educated, even if, as in Rendezvous With Rama, the aliens couldn't care less about us.Note: The rest of this review has been withdrawn due to the recent changes in Goodreads policy and

Russian SCI-FI.I think the more accurate description was would be Soviet era SCI-FI as apparently the Strugatsky brothers had quite the time getting it past censors and published. One wonders if the 145 page novella began as a Tolstoy-esque behemoth and the rest wound up on the comrade editors floor.This is a very novel approach to a first contact story. The title comes from the idea that alien artifacts that have been left behind in zones throughout the world were not deliberately left, but are

First contact is made in the form of Zones and its far from idyllic or disastrous scenarios from the SF past. What we got is far more akin to a slap to the face... hell we can understand a slap. This is an indifferent gesture, if it can be called that and nobody knows for certain. This uncertainty and danger sucks in all that have anything to do with it and probably drives them mad, or at least make them pay for it. We see all this through the life of the Stalker Red and with him ask: Why, How,

One of my unofficial goals from now until the end of the year is to go back to the books I speed-dated and kept at the end of last year and finish the dang things! Roadside Picnic is one of those, although I have another reason to read it that will soon be revealed.This is a story about the aftermath of a first contact event - except there wasn't as much contact as aliens treating Earth like a... wait for it... roadside picnic. They came in, destroying entire areas and rendering others unsafe

This old Russian classic SF is surprisingly relevant and fresh today, sans all the copious amount of smoking going on. :) If anything is going to give this little gem away, it's pretty much only that.It's very tight, masquerading as a scavenger adventure that becomes a black-market thriller that becomes a Question about the nature of intelligence, discovery, and even the most basic question of all: "What the hell are these aliens thinking???"After all, they just left a huge mess by the side of

Foreword, by Ursula K. Le Guin--Roadside PicnicAfterword, by Boris Strugatsky

Im an animal, you can see that Im an animal. I have no words, they havent taught me the words; I dont know how to think, those bastards didnt let me learn how to think. But if you really areall powerful, all knowing, all understandingfigure it out! Look into my soul, I knoweverything you need is in there. It has to be. Because Ive never sold my soul to anyone! Its mine, its human! Figure out yourself what I wantbecause I know it cant be bad! The hell with it all, I just cant think of a thing