The Barbarians is presented here in a high quality paperback edition. This popular classic work by Algis Budrys is in the English language, and may not include graphics or images from the original edition. If you enjoy the works of Algis Budrys then we highly recommend this publication for your book collection.

"He was looking for a privacy his strange personality needed. And-never quite seemed to achieve it. All his efforts were, somehow-great triumphs of the race, and great failures for him!""He was looking for a privacy his strange personality needed. And-never quite seemed to achieve it. All his efforts were, somehow-great triumphs of the race, and great failures for him!"

When you\'ve had your ears pinned back in a bowknot, it\'s sometimes hard to remember that an intelligent people has no respect for a whipped enemy . . . but does for a fairly beaten enemy. Know him? Yes, I know him -- knew him. That was twenty years ago. Everybody knows him now. Everybody who passed him on the street knows him. Everybody who went to the same schools, or even to different schools in different towns, knows him now. Ask them. But I knew him. I lived three feet away from him for a month and a half. I shipped with him and called him by his first name.

Imagine that the creature we call cow evolved into a beast with near-human intelligence, who thinks of herself as a person . . . But this is Phildee\'s story, and Phildee is a boy. Or that\'s what he\'d call himself if you asked him. He\'s out and about, and playing games that come from his imagination. The loft of the feed-house, with its stacked grainsacks, is a B-72, a fort, a foxhole -- any number of things, depending on Phildee\'s mood. Today it was a jumping-off place. Phildee slipped out of his dormitory and ran across the yard to the feed-house. Then, abruptly, the Reimann fold became a concrete visualization. And Phildee twisted. He twisted into Riya\'s world -- Riya is that creature we were discussing up above. And spring has come to Riya\'s world. . . .

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Martino was a very important scientist, working on something called the K-88. But the K-88 exploded in his face, and he was dragged across the Soviet border. There he stayed for months. When they finally gave him back, the Soviets had given him a metal arm… and an expressionless metal skull. So how could Allied Security be sure he actually was Martino? Nominated for Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1958.

Rogue Moon is a short sf novel by Algis Budrys, published in 1960. It was a 1961 Hugo Award nominee, losing to Walter M. Miller's A Canticle for Leibowitz. A novella-length version of the story was included in the anthology The Science Fiction Hall of Fame, Volume 2, edited by Ben Bova. Before 1969, every science fiction writer wrote his or her own version of the first Moon landing. Few carry the horror of Budrys' unsettling story. During all recorded history, the Moon has hovered above our heads, a timeless symbol for lovers' ecstasy. Goddesses & Gibson Girls have tripped the light fantastic of her beams while sonneteers & scientists have scanned her changing phases. Now humans had actually reached the Moon, & on it the explorers found a structure, a formation so terrible & incomprehensible that it couldn't even be described in human terms. It was a thing that devoured people; that killed them again & again in torturous, unfathomable ways. Earthbound are the only two men who could probe the thing: Al Barker, a homicidal maniac, whose loving mistress was death, & Dr. Edward Hawks, a scientific murderer, whose greatest mission was rebirth.

The plague struck, and ninety percent of Earth's population died. Those who survived tried to maintain some sort of civilization… which meant more killing, as it turned out. But bit by bit, generation by generation, people began to succeed. With occasional setbacks.

From Robert Silverberg’s “Earthmen and Strangers” anthology, 1966: When we meet the aliens, how will we communicate with them? A standard piece of s-f equipment is generally offered as the answer: the “thought-converter.” Most writers are content to haul the thought-converter from the closet, put it on their characters’ heads, and let the conversation commence. One of the special features of this story is the care with which its author has depicted the communication problems that will be cropping up even when the handy thought-converter is available. He examines a deeper problem, too: how, when we drop down from the heavens to visit the inhabitants of other worlds, can we keep them from thinking of us as gods? Algis Budrys, who has the general dimensions of an outstanding fullback and the story-telling ability of a master, was born in Lithuania in the decade before the outbreak of the Second World War and has spent most of his life in the United States. Since 1952 s-f readers have relished scores of his short stories and such thoughtful, searching novels as Rogue Moon and Who?

Newsman Laurent Michaelmas and Domino, the master computer he created, are faced with a threat to their power when the dead start to reappear on the earth