Fuzzy Nation

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Jack Holloway works alone. Hundreds of miles from ZaraCorp’s headquarters on planet, 178 light-years from the corporation’s headquarters on Earth, Jack is content as an independent contractor. As for his past, that’s not up for discussion.

Then, in the wake of an accidental cliff collapse, Jack discovers a seam of unimaginably valuable jewels, to which he manages to lay legal claim just as ZaraCorp is cancelling their contract with him for his part in causing the collapse. ...

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Overview

Jack Holloway works alone. Hundreds of miles from ZaraCorp’s headquarters on planet, 178 light-years from the corporation’s headquarters on Earth, Jack is content as an independent contractor. As for his past, that’s not up for discussion.

Then, in the wake of an accidental cliff collapse, Jack discovers a seam of unimaginably valuable jewels, to which he manages to lay legal claim just as ZaraCorp is cancelling their contract with him for his part in causing the collapse. Briefly in the catbird seat, legally speaking, Jack pressures ZaraCorp into recognizing his claim, and cuts them in as partners to help extract the wealth.

But there’s another wrinkle to ZaraCorp’s relationship with the planet Zarathustra. Their entire legal right to exploit the verdant Earth-like planet is based on being able to certify to the authorities on Earth that Zarathustra is home to no sentient species.

Then a small furry biped—trusting, appealing, and ridiculously cute—shows up at Jack’s outback home. Followed by its family. As it dawns on Jack that despite their stature, these are people, he begins to suspect that ZaraCorp’s claim to a planet’s worth of wealth is very flimsy indeed…and that ZaraCorp may stop at nothing to eliminate the “fuzzys” before their existence becomes more widely known.

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It's a classic case of good news, bad news. Independent contractor Jack Holloway helps cause a cliff collapse, which gets him fired from his partnership; but the accident reveals a vein of valuable jewels, which gets him rehired and promises to make him rich. Of course, there's a catch: To maintain the claim on his newfound wealth, the partners must be able to certify that the planet is not inhabited by any sentient beings—and that, of course, is the cue for the small, lovable, furry little creatures to appear. A superbly plotted spin across the fantasy floor by the author of Old Man's War.

Publishers Weekly
In this gripping estate-authorized reboot of H. Beam Piper's Hugo-nominated 1962 classic Little Fuzzy, Scalzi (Old Man's War) changes the hero from a grandfatherly miner to a handsome hunk and updates the plot with new events while retaining the prescient focus on ecological concerns. Disbarred lawyer Jack Holloway, prospecting on Zara XXIII for ZaraCorp, finds an immensely valuable stream of sunstone. But this find pales beside the cuteness of a catlike native biped who shows up at Holloway's house the same day. Holloway forwards footage of the "fuzzies" to a biologist friend, who believes they are sentient—but if they are, Zara XXIII and its sunstone must be abandoned. Enter hired company thugs, murder, and arson. A perfectly executed plot clicks its way to a stunning courtroom showdown in a cathartic finish that will thrill Fuzzy fans old and new. (May)
From the Publisher

“ Scalzi is not just recycling classic Heinlein. He’s working out new twists, variations that startle even as they satisfy.”
—Publishers Weekly , starred review, on Old Man’s War

“ If Stephen King were to try his hand at science fiction, he’d be lucky to be half as entertaining as John Scalzi.”
—Dallas Morning News on The Ghost Brigades

“ Scalzi’s captivating blend of offworld adventure and political intrigue remains consistently engaging.” —Booklist on The Last Colony

Library Journal
As an independent contractor working for ZaraCorp's mining enterprises on the planet Zarathustra, loner Jack Holloway accidentally collapses a rock shelf and discovers an immensely valuable vein of sunstones that place him in a unique position with regard to his bosses. Unfortunately, Holloway also discovers the presence of a heretofore unknown mammalian species, a terminally cute furry biped that almost meets the criteria of sentience and could bring all resource mining to a crashing halt. The author of Old Man's War pays homage to H. Beam Piper's classic 1962 Little Fuzzy in a tale of one man's reluctant battle to save a species. VERDICT Scalzi readers as well as Piper fans should enjoy this modern throwback to sf's early years.
Kirkus Reviews

An acclaimed modern sci-fi writer adds depth and unexpected poignancy to a "reboot" of H. Beam Piper's classic 1962 novel Little Fuzzy.

In a future, when corporations strip-mine entire planets if the Colonial Authority doesn't stop them first, disbarred-lawyer-turned-prospector Jack Holloway discovers an unbelievably rich seam of sunstones on Zara XXIII, exquisite jewels found only on that planet. His claim on the seam puts serious stress on his already shaky relationship with ZaraCorp, the company that runs Zara XXIII. And that's before Holloway discovers a race of native creatures whose potential sapience could nullify ZaraCorp's right to the planet. In his original novel, Piper tackled issues that would go on to be the plot of many a Star Trek episode, including the meaning of sentience and the brutal fallout of colonialism. Scalzi (Agent to the Stars, 2010, etc.) adds more emotional capital to the debate by replacing Piper's stock characters with richly rendered, real-seeming people (and aliens). Piper's Jack Holloway is a crotchety prospector with a heart of gold; Scalzi's Holloway is a brilliant, ruthless jerk who makes the occasional moral choice as a way of scoring points against the universe. Scalzi also updates and expands upon the cynicism of the original to be more familiar to a contemporary audience: Piper's corporation attempts to hide its frequent environmental depredations from notice; Scalzi's actively papers it over with a public "eco-friendly" campaign. In an author's note, Scalzi claims that he does not intend to "supplant or improve upon" the Piper novel. However, he may have done just that. In a genre flooded with bloated epics, it's a real pleasure to read a story like this, as compactly and directly told as a punch to the stomach.

A totally unnecessary endeavor, but an enjoyable and powerful one nonetheless.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765367037
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 3/27/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 349,397
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

John Scalzi

John Scalzi is the author of several SF novels, including the bestselling Old Man’s War sequence, comprising Old Man’s War, The Ghost Brigades, and The Last Colony. He is a winner of the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer, and he won the Hugo Award for Your Hate Mail Will Be Graded, a collection of essays from his wildly popular blog Whatever (whatever.scalzi.com). He lives in Ohio with his wife and daughter.

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Chapter One
 
Jack Holloway set the skimmer to HOVER, swiveled his seat around, and looked at Carl. He shook his head sadly.
“I can’t believe we have to go through this again,” Holloway said. “It’s not that I don’t value you as part of this team, Carl. I do. Really, I do. But I can’t help but think that in some way, I’m just not getting through to you. We’ve gone over this how many times now? A dozen? Two? And yet every time we come out here, it’s like you forget everything you’ve been taught. It’s really very discouraging. Tell me you get what I’m saying to you.”
Carl stared up at Holloway and barked. He was a dog.
“Fine,” Holloway said. “Then maybe this time it will stick.” He reached down into a storage bin and hoisted a mound of putty in one hand. “This is acoustical blasting putty. What do we do with it?”
Carl cocked his head.
“Come on, Carl,” Holloway said. “This is the first thing I taught you. We put it on the side of the cliff at strategic points,” Holloway said. “Just like I already did earlier today. You remember. You were there.” He pointed in the direction of Carl’s Cliff, a massive outcropping of rock, two hundred meters high, with geological striations peeking out of the vegetation covering most of the rock face. Carl followed Holloway’s finger with his eyes, more interested in the finger than in the cliff his master had named for him.
Holloway set down the putty and picked up another, smaller object. “And this is the remote-controlled blasting cap,” he said. “Which we attach to the acoustical blasting putty, so we don’t have to be near the acoustical blasting putty when we set it off. Because that’s boom. How do we feel about boom, Carl?”
Carl got a concerned look on his doggy face. Boom was a word he knew. Carl was not fond of boom.
“Right,” Holloway said. He set down the blasting cap, making sure it was nowhere near the blasting putty, and that the cap receiver was inactive. He picked up a third object.
“And this is the remote detonator,” Holloway said. “You remember this, right, Carl?”
Carl barked.
“What’s that, Carl?” Holloway said. “You want to set off the acoustical blasting putty?”
Carl barked again.
“I don’t know,” Holloway said, doubtfully. “Technically it is a violation of Zarathustra Corporation safe labor practices to allow a nonsentient species member to set off high explosives.”
Carl came up to Holloway and licked his face with a whine that said please please oh please.
“Oh, all right,” Holloway said, fending off the dog. “But this is the last time. At least until you grasp all the fundamentals of the job. No more slacking off and leaving all the hard work to me. I’m paid to supervise. Are we clear?”
Carl barked once more and then backed off, tail wagging. He knew what was coming next.
Holloway glanced down at the detonator’s image panel and checked, for the third time since he placed the charges earlier in the day, that the detonator was keyed specifically to the blasting caps placed into the charges. He pressed the panel to answer YES to each of the automated safety questions and waited while the detonator confirmed by geolocation that it was, in fact, safely outside the blast radius of any charges. This could be overridden, but it took some hacking, and anyway, Holloway preferred not to blow himself up whenever possible. And Carl was not so fond of boom.
CHARGES SET AND READY, read the detonator panel. PRESS PANEL TO DETONATE.
“Okay,” Holloway said, and set the detonator on the skimmer floor between him and Carl. Carl looked up expectantly.
“Wait for it,” Holloway said, and swiveled around in his chair to face the cliff. He could hear Carl’s tail thumping excitedly against a crate.
“Wait for it, Holloway said again, and tried to spy the places on the cliff he had drilled into earlier in the day, using the skimmer as a platform while he inserted and secured the charges into the drill holes.
Carl gave a little whine.
“Fire!” Holloway said, and heard the dog scramble forward.
The cliff puffed out in four spots, spewing rock and dirt and hurling vegetation for meters. The cliff face darkened as the birds (which is to say, the local flying animal equivalent to birds) that had been nesting in the cliff face’s vegetation took to the air, alarmed by the noise and sudden eruptions. A few seconds later, four closely spaced cracks snapped the air in the skimmer’s open cockpit, the sound of the explosions finally reaching Holloway and Carl—loud, but without the Carl-worrying boom.
Holloway glanced over to his right, where his information panel lay, sonic imaging program up and running. The sonic probes he’d placed on and around the cliff were spewing their raw feed into the program, which was collating and combining the data, turning it into a three-dimensional representation of the internal structure of the cliff.
“All right,” he said, and swiveled around to look at Carl, who still had his paw on the detonator, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“Good boy!” Holloway said, and dug into the storage bin to pull out a zararaptor bone, still heavy with meat. He unwrapped it from its storage film and tossed it at Carl, who fell on it happily. That was the deal: Press the detonator, get a bone. It had taken Holloway more than a few tries to get Carl to press the detonator accurately, but it had been worth the effort. Carl had to come on the surveying trips anyway. Might as well have him be useful, or at least entertaining.
Now, it really was a violation of Zarathustra Corporation safe labor practices to let a dog blow things up. But Holloway and Carl worked alone, hundreds of kilometers from ZaraCorp’s local headquarters on-planet and 178 light-years from its corporate headquarters on Earth. He wasn’t technically a ZaraCorp employee anyway; he was a contractor, just like every other prospector/surveyor here on Zara XXIII. It was cheaper that way.
Holloway reached down and rubbed Carl’s head affectionately. Carl, engrossed in the raptor bone, paid him not the slightest bit of mind.
An urgent beep came from Holloway’s infopanel. He picked it up to see that the data feeds were suddenly spiking through their bandwidth.
A low rumble thrummed its way into the skimmer cockpit, getting louder the longer it lasted. Carl looked up from his bone and whined. This noise was perilously close to boom.
Holloway glanced up and saw a column of dust rising violently from the cliff wall, obscuring everything behind it.
“Oh, crap,” he said to himself. He had a very bad, sinking feeling about this.
After a few minutes, the dust began to clear a bit, and his very bad, sinking feeling got worse. Through the indistinct haze, Holloway could see that a portion of the cliff wall had collapsed, the borders of the collapse roughly contiguous with where he had placed his explosive charges. Stark geological striations glared out from where vegetation had been before. Birds swooped into the area, looking for their nests, the remains of which were a couple hundred meters below them, the wreckage muddying and rerouting the river at the foot of the cliff.
“Oh, crap,” Holloway said again, and reached for his binoculars.
ZaraCorp would be awfully pissed he’d just caused a cliff collapse. ZaraCorp had been working hard over the last few years to reverse the long-standing public image the company had as a rampant despoiler of nature—earned, to be sure, by actually despoiling nature on a number of planets it had operations on. The public was no longer buying the argument that uninhabited planets had higher ecological tolerances than inhabited ones, or that these ecosystems would quickly restore natural equilibriums once ZaraCorp had moved on. As far as they were concerned, strip-mining was strip-mining, regardless of whether you were doing it in the mountains of Pennsylvania or the hills of Zara XXIII.
Confronted with overwhelming public opposition to his company’s ecological practices (or lack thereof), Wheaton Aubrey VI, Chairman and CEO of Zarathustra Corporation, said “fine” and ordered ZaraCorp and all its subsidiaries to exercise practices consistent with ecological guidelines suggested by the Colonial Environmental Protection Agency. It was all the same to Aubrey. He was no friend to the various ecologies of the planets his company was on, but ZaraCorp’s Exploration & Exploitation charter with the Colonial Administration specified that the company would receive tax credits when conforming to CEPA guidelines, so long as the incurred business costs were above a meager cost-of-development baseline formulated decades before anyone cared about the ecological despoilage of worlds they would never actually set foot on.
ZaraCorp’s ostentatious new regime of ecological best practices, in other words, helped drive the company’s tax indebtedness to something close to zero, a neat trick for an organization whose size and income were a nontrivial fraction of that of the Colonial Administration itself.
But it also meant that events that tarnished ZaraCorp’s new eco-friendly PR campaign were looked at rather harshly. For example, collapsing an entire cliff wall. The whole point of using acoustic charges was to minimize the invasiveness of geologic exploration. Holloway didn’t intend to make half the cliff fall away, but given ZaraCorp’s reputation, the company would have a hard time getting anyone to believe that. Holloway had played fast and loose with regulations before and had mostly gotten away with it, but this was just the sort of thing that would, in fact, get Holloway booted off the planet.
Unless.
“Come on, come on,” Holloway said, still peering through his binoculars. He was waiting for the haze to settle enough to make out details.
The communication circuit on Holloway’s infopanel fired up, showing the ID of Chad Bourne, Holloway’s ZaraCorp contractor rep. Holloway swore and slapped the AUDIO ONLY option.
“Hi, Chad,” he said, and put the binoculars back to his eyes.
“Jack, the geeks in the data room tell me there’s something really screwy with your feeds,” Bourne said. “They say everything was coming in clear and then it was like someone turned the feeds up to eleven.” Chad Bourne’s voice came in crystal clear and enveloping, thanks to the skimmer’s one true indulgence: a spectacular sound system. Holloway had it installed when he realized he’d be spending almost all his working life in the skimmer. It was a wonder in many ways, but it didn’t make Bourne sound any less adenoidal.
“Huh,” Holloway said.
“They say it’s the sort of thing you see when there’s an earthquake. Or a maybe a rock slide,” Bourne said.
“Now that you mention it, I think I felt an earthquake,” Holloway said.
“Really,” Bourne said.
“Yes,” Holloway said. “Just before it happened, Carl was acting all strange. They say animals are always the first to know about these things.”
“So the fact that the data geeks just told me there was absolutely no seismic event of any magnitude in your part of the continent doesn’t bother you any,” Bourne said.
“Who are you going to believe,” Holloway said. “I’m here. They’re there.”
“They’re here with roughly twenty-five million credits’ worth of equipment,” Bourne said. “You’ve got an infopanel and a history of bad surveying practices.”
Alleged bad surveying practices,” Holloway said.
“Jack, you let your dog blow shit up,” Bourne said.
“I do not,” Holloway said. The dust at the cliff wall had finally begun to clear. “That’s just a rumor.”
“We have an eyewitness,” Bourne said.
“She’s unreliable,” Holloway said.
“She’s a trusted employee,” Bourne said. “Unlike some people I could name.”
“She had a personal agenda,” Holloway said. “Trust me.”
“Well, that’s just the thing, isn’t it, Jack?” Bourne said. “You have to earn that trust. And right now, you’ve got not so much of it with me. But I’ll tell you what. I have a surveying satellite that’s coming up over the horizon in about six minutes. When it gets there, I’m going to have it look at that cliff wall you probably just blew up. If it looks like it’s supposed to, then the next time you get into Aubreytown, I’ll buy you a steak at Ruby’s and apologize. But if it looks like I know it’s going to look like, I’m going to revoke your contract and send some security agents to bring you in. And not the ones you go drinking with, Jack. The ones who don’t like you. I know, I’ll send Joe DeLise. He’ll be delighted to see you.”
“Good luck getting him off his barstool,” Holloway said.
“For you, I think he’d do it,” Bourne said. “What do you think about that?”
Holloway didn’t respond. He’d stopped listening several seconds earlier, because in his binoculars was a thin stratum of rock, sandwiched between two much larger striations. The stratum he was focused on was dark as coal.
And sparkled.
“Yes,” Holloway said.
“Yes, what?” Bourne said. “Jack, are you even listening to what I’m telling you?”
“Sorry, Chad, you’re breaking up,” Holloway said. “Interference. Sunspots.”
“Jesus, Jack, you’re not even trying anymore,” Bourne said. “Enjoy your next five minutes. I’ve already called up your contract on my infopanel. As soon as I get that satellite image, I’m pressing the delete button.” Bourne broke contact.
Holloway looked over at Carl and picked up the detonator panel. “Crate,” he said to the dog. Carl barked, picked up his bone, and headed for his crate, which would immobilize him in case of a skimmer crash. Holloway dropped the detonator into the storage bin, secured his infopanel, and strapped himself into his chair.
“Come on, Carl,” he said, and goosed the skimmer forward. “We’ve got five minutes to keep ourselves from getting kicked off the planet.”

 
Copyright © 2011 by John Scalzi

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2011

    A fun read anyone will love

    I read a good bit of science fiction. Lots of it, I don't end up recommending to others. Why? Sometimes sci-fi demands a specific taste. With Fuzzy Nation, I can say that it is a book that has a broad range of folks who will enjoy it.

    Science fiction can get lost in the "science" aspect at times and ignore the reasons you set out to read a story in the first place. Fuzzy Nation does a great job of telling a story and asking questions that couldn't be asked otherwise.

    Don't mistake this review as me saying it is too heavy. It is a fun book that literally had me laughing out loud (not lol . . . I mean REALLY laughing) at the one liners delivered by the imperfect hero of the book. Get Fuzzy Nation. You won't regret it.

    13 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 12, 2011

    Not up to the original

    This book is a revisiting of the H. Beam Piper novel Little Fuzzy. It is inferior to that book. In the original book the Zarathrustra Corp was much more real. It had people trying to convince themselves that the fuzzies were not people, not just greedily killing them off. Corporations frequently do evil by blinding themselves first(think the recent mortgage bubble), they almost never go beyond that. Secondly, the protaganist was much more likable in the Piper story, and more believable as well. Mr. Scalzi is writing for a more cynical time, but it does not improve the story.

    9 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 8, 2011

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    Good Entertaining Scifi

    John Scalzi has set a very high bar for himself. While I've never read the H. Beam Piper book upon which "Fuzzy Nation" is based, I've read a lot of John Scalzi, and his other tremendous work which form the basis of my opinion on his latest short novel.

    Make no mistake; ANYTHING from Scalzi is better than 90% of what's being produced today. The story of the discovery of a new alien species is deliberately light-weight, fun and funny. The fuzzys, small cat-like beings who have a mysterious intelligence about them, are wonderfully written. Scalzi's at his absolute best in piecing together interactions between fuzzys and humans and fuzzys amongst themselves.

    It's a given that Scalzi's stories will be well-written, have solid characters, good science, and great dialogue. His "Old Man's War" series combine all of that with a deep multi-layered plot which, in total, delivers the best science fiction being written today. "Fuzzy Nation", however, falls short of the standard he's set for himself. The characters, with a few exceptions, aren't as vibrant, the plot is more predictable, and the multi-layered threads of the story are thinner.

    Scalzi always writes very smooth and witty dialogue. The protagonist, Jack Halloway, is purposefully only sort of likable. Every interaction he has is laced with snide, biting dialogue - funny in spurts, but frustratingly unrelenting throughout.

    It becomes clear, early on in "Fuzzy Nation", who wears white hats and who wears black. The baddies are too clichéd. I'm usually pretty dense when it comes to predicting plot routes and destinations, but they're fairly obvious here.

    Despite those shortcomings, I highly recommend this book and am considering having my 6th grader read it as well. It¿s a short simple story, with clear themes of good v. bad, smart environmentalism, with a story arc that concludes satisfactorily (if not unexpectedly). If you consider Scalzi's "Old Man's War" as movie-grade entertainment with large scale, cross-universe, sweeping scifi themes, then consider "Fuzzy Nation" as a high quality TV Movie or Mini Series.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 29, 2012

    quick fun read - another great book by John Scalzi

    First I must say that I have never read the original, so this is a book which for me is standing on its own. This book was everything I look for in a fun novel - witty, sarcastic, an easy read, and a story which presents a neat idea. John Scalzi's characters tend to be extremely sarcastic - a trait which I appreciate. Furthermore, his sci-fi novels are easy reads set it novel universes. I would highly recommend this to you if you enjoy any of Scalzi's other works (AKA: enjoy neat universes and sarcastic characters ).

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 3, 2011

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    Not as good as the origional,But worth reading.

    I didn't thing I would like this book,since i grew up with the H Beam Piper version,Although the story started out slow,I got to the point where I couldn't put it down. I recommend reading the three H.Beam Piper books before reading this one.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 17, 2011

    A great quick read!

    I enjoyed Fuzzy Nation. Good story, good setting, and well told....with just a touch of legal suspense novel thrown in.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 12, 2011

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    greatly, highly, recommended

    this is the one that started me on sci-fi all those years ago. I actually cried in a couple of places so that my mom took away the book. (which brought on bigger tears) she read the book at my insistance and soon my dad and both older brothers did also.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 1, 2012

    A very good book. A quick enjoyable read.

    This is a reboot of the 1960's novel "Little Fuzzy" by H. Beam Piper.
    The original story is one of my favorites.
    Mr. Scalzi's reboot is very good. He updated the story and added some depth that many newer readers would find lacking.
    I recommend this to anyone looking for a quick enjoyable read.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2012

    Update of a Classic

    before I read Fuzzy Nation I read "Little Fuzzy". They both are engaging but approach the same topic and basic premise differently. As with all of Scalzi's books I have read so far, he brings his own imagination and spin to this classic story about a newly discovered species and the conflict around determining whether they are sapient. You won't regret buying this book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 13, 2011

    Not bad

    Fuzzy Nation is a fast, easy read (a serious reader can sit down and finish it in one afternoon). Not a whole lot of action, but not boring either. All in all, a pretty good book!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2012

    Bellakit

    Can i join

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2012

    Stormpatch

    Leaves to find a more active mate.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2012

    Kudos!

    A fine homage to H. Beam Piper!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 6, 2011

    A good read!

    Not quite on par with Scalzi's other novels but a great read. I have not read the original yet, and it isn't needed to enjoy this book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 4, 2011

    not recommended - save your money

    What is it that so many movies, TV shows and now books are re-treads of earlier works? Do the writers lack the imagination and creativity to do something new? Are the publishers simply so cowardly that they will only select books that are already proven money-makers?

    Whatever the reason, this is a terrible way to sell science fiction.

    I've always loved H. Beam Piper's Little Fuzzy stories and I read this book with the hopes that someone was attempting to take up where Piper left off. I was wrong! This book is nothing but a rip-off, - an inferior rip-off at that.

    Save your money and get a copy of the original Little Fuzzy instead.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 10, 2011

    Had high hopes

    But alas, I found it to be boring in the end.

    1 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2014

    Renalka

    A black shecat pads in

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  • Posted August 8, 2014

    Why is it necessary to rewrite a beautifully written story? But

    Why is it necessary to rewrite a beautifully written story? But, having decided that it is, at least keep up the quality!

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  • Posted August 3, 2014

    This book was written by H. Beam Piper!  What nonsense is this?

    This book was written by H. Beam Piper!  What nonsense is this?

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  • Posted July 31, 2014

    Another fun read by John Scalzi, Fuzzy Nation is Sci-fi but a bi

    Another fun read by John Scalzi, Fuzzy Nation is Sci-fi but a bit different than his other work.  It takes place on a new planet in deep space but that’s about where the similarities end.   Instead of battling alien life forms the main character ends up battling other humans on behalf of aliens.  The interaction between Jack and the Fuzzies and his fellow man make this a fun book.  A must read for any sci-fi loving lawyers out there!

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