Misspent Youth [NOOK Book]

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Readers have learned to expect the unexpected from Peter F. Hamilton. Now the master of space opera focuses on near-future Earth and one most unusual family. The result is a coming-of-age tale like no other. By turns comic, erotic, and tragic, Misspent Youth is a profound and timely exploration of all that divides and unites fathers and sons, men and women, the young and the old.

2040. After decades of concentrated research and experimentation...
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Readers have learned to expect the unexpected from Peter F. Hamilton. Now the master of space opera focuses on near-future Earth and one most unusual family. The result is a coming-of-age tale like no other. By turns comic, erotic, and tragic, Misspent Youth is a profound and timely exploration of all that divides and unites fathers and sons, men and women, the young and the old.

2040. After decades of concentrated research and experimentation in the field of genetic engineering, scientists of the European Union believe they have at last conquered humankind’s most pernicious foe: old age. For the first time, technology holds out the promise of not merely slowing the aging process but actually reversing it. The ancient dream of the Fountain of Youth seems at hand.

The first subject for treatment is seventy-eight-year-old philanthropist Jeff Baker. After eighteen months in a rejuvenation tank, Jeff emerges looking like a twenty-year-old. And the change is more than skin deep. From his hair cells down to his DNA, Jeff is twenty–with a breadth of life experience.

But while possessing the wisdom of a septuagenarian at age twenty is one thing, raging testosterone is another, as Jeff discovers when he attempts to pick up his life where he left off. Suddenly his oldest friends seem, well, old. Jeff’s trophy wife looks better than she ever did. His teenage son, Tim, is more like a younger brother. And Tim’s nubile girlfriend is a conquest too tempting to resist.

Jeff’s rejuvenated libido wreaks havoc on the lives of his friends and family, straining his relationship with Tim to the breaking point. It’s as if youth is a drug and Jeff is wasted on it. But if so, it’s an addiction he has no interest in kicking.

As Jeff’s personal life spirals out of control, the European Union undergoes a parallel meltdown, attacked by shadowy separatist groups whose violent actions earn both condemnation and applause. Now, in one terrifying instant, the personal and the political will intersect, and neither Jeff nor Tim–or the Union itself–will ever be the same again.


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Forty years have passed; science has triumphed; genetic engineers have pieced together the complicated secrets of reversing age. The first poster child of their research is Jeff Baker, a 78-year-old philanthropist who now returns home as a 20-year-old. Unfortunately, Baker's rejuvenation comes at a high price: His old friends have become, well, infirm; and his trophy wife is still sexy, but not quite as desirable as his teenage son's love interest. In this weird generational meltdown, tensions soar. In the outside world, things seem to be even worse.
Publishers Weekly

British space opera author Hamilton (The Dreaming Void) isn't quite up to his usual standards in this cautionary tale about tinkering with the human body. Several decades in the future, life has been revolutionized by the datasphere, the Internet's successor, made possible by the memory crystal. Its inventor, Jeff Baker, has been universally lionized following his altruistic refusal to patent the design. Baker, now 77, is selected by the Eurohealth Council as the guinea pig for a new biotechnology that replaces his aged genes, giving him the body of a 20-year-old. Unfortunately, the goal of the experiment-to have Baker's genius applied to energy conservation-is derailed by his raging hormones, which lead him to hit on every attractive woman in sight, including his teenage son's girlfriend. The predictable ensuing scenes of passion and parent-child conflict are not particularly interesting, and the unconvincing sentimental ending likewise disappoints. (Sept.)

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Kirkus Reviews
Terse-for Hamilton (The Dreaming Void, 2008, etc.)-yarn, first published in the United Kingdom in 2002, about rejuvenation and its consequences. Half a century hence, GM crops-and weeds-cover the English countryside; the omnipresent datasphere, which physicist Jeff Baker's invention of a memory crystal made possible, and, incidentally, sounded the death knell for intellectual property rights, has replaced the Internet. Jeff literally gave his billion-dollar idea away free but still managed to make vast amounts of money. He's now a creaky 78, with a marriage of convenience to much younger ex-model Sue and a son, Tim, by artificial insemination. So, in the hope that he can do for room-temperature superconductors what he did for computing, and also to further the career of ambitious politico Rob Lacey, Jeff receives a full rejuvenation treatment. The drawback: Due to the threat of English nationalist terrorists, the family must be closely guarded by heavy-handed Euro-cops. Reborn in a 20-year-old body, Jeff rediscovers sex, first with a surprised and delighted Sue, then with almost any warm, attractive and willing body-as high-schooler Tim, lusting after his stunning and well-endowed classmate, Annabelle, discovers all too soon. Jeff, meanwhile, finds that his old friends have turned into dinosaurs. To sustain his sexual appetite, he starts popping Viagra by the handful, and only incidentally begins to notice he's destroying his marriage and his son. Unfortunately, Jeff fails to convince as an old head on a young body, and the stridently anti-European subtext poisons the entire enterprise. Flowers for Algernon, centering on sex instead of brains.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345495518
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/16/2008
  • Series: Commonwealth Saga
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 187,458
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Peter F. Hamilton is the author of numerous short stories and novels, including The Dreaming Void, Judas Unchained, Pandora’s Star, Fallen Dragon, and the acclaimed epic Night’s Dawn trilogy (The Reality Dysfunction, The Neutronium Alchemist, and The Naked God). Hamilton lives in England.


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1

MAGIC MEMORIES

There was a particular day that Timothy Baker always remembered whenever he thought back to his childhood: the air tattoo at RAF Cottesmore when he was six years old. It was one of the rare events his parents attended together, which to his young mind made a perfect, happy family outing.

The EuroAir Defense Force had assigned a good number of both combat and transport aircraft to the open day, always eager to show the bolshie English how worthwhile and relevant the unified European squadrons were. It was also well attended by international aerospace companies, as well as senior air staff from more than thirty foreign air forces. Elaborate company pavilions lined half the taxiway, their tiered seating giving patrons and customers an excellent view of the flying exhibition, while static displays of combat aircraft, transports, tankers, radar cars, and missile batteries stretched along the entire three kilometers of the parking lot.

Over ninety thousand people were expected during the weekend, stretching Rutland's rural transport infrastructure to the limit. By midmorning on Saturday Timothy was convinced that most of them had turned up already; he'd never seen so many people in one place before. He walked along between his parents, sometimes managing to hold hands with both of them at once as they roamed around the husky, lethal hardware. It was a typical late-August day, the incendiary sun glaring down out of a cloudless turquoise sky. The GM tuber grass was still green, if somewhat dry and wiry, after seven straight weeks without rain.

The Baker family walked the entire length of the lot in the morning, with Timothy and Jeff, his father, stopping to admire most of the aircraft along the way. Sue, his mother, tagged along gamely as her two enthusiastic boys quizzed the smiling, polite aircrews for facts and squadron stickers. Timothy managed to plead and entreat his way into the cockpits of several helicopters.

They reached the end of the hot parking lot and began the long walk back, this time through the circus of commercial stalls and mobile shops that had set up camp behind the aircraft. Timothy had spotted several ice cream vans and doughnut sellers earlier, and was already putting his case for visiting several of them to his tolerant yet unmoved parents.

A middle-aged couple walked past, the squat man glancing at the Bakers longer than was strictly polite.

"Now that," the man said emphatically, "is a Viagra kid if ever I saw one." His voice trailed off into a dirty chuckle. His wife gave him a sharp nudge.

Timothy twisted around to look at him, but the couple was already vanishing into the crowd. He wasn't quite sure what a Viagra kid was, although he'd heard the phrase a few times now. It was always used in a mocking way. And he was fairly sure it was something to do with his parents. When he looked up at them for reassurance, his mother was looking straight ahead with her blank smile beaming bright; his father was frowning faintly. Timothy knew his mother was utterly beautiful. When she was younger, she had appeared on datasphere ads helping to sell perfume and clothes, and her looks hadn't faded; after all, she wasn't thirty yet. His father, as he was now uncomfortably aware, was older. Timothy wasn't sure how old exactly, but he had white hair and skin that was wrinkled despite the genoprotein treatments he took every few months.

Jeff caught his son staring up curiously, and smiled. "Let's go get you that ice cream."

"Yes please!"

Timothy was given a cash card for a hundred euros, and shot off to the nearest van.
"What's that?" Sue asked suspiciously when he returned with a triple cone dripping sticky brown and yellow blobs onto his hand.

"Double chocolate chip with banana," Timothy said cheerfully. "Only fifteen E's." He thrust it upward. "Want some?"

"No thank you, dear."

Timothy couldn't see his mother's eyes behind her wide gold-mirror sunglasses, but he knew from her tone that she was disappointed again. It was always so hard to please her. He licked at the cone, delighted by the weird taste mix.

There was a long row of hangars behind the stalls, modern stealth composite bubbles lurking between huge old concrete and corrugated iron structures. The new dark gray hemispheres were sealed against curious eyes, like lead mushrooms bursting out of the grass. They contained the latest EuropeanAerospaceCorporation automated attack fighters, which operated from Cottesmore. In contrast to the secrecy of the new structures, the tall rusty panel doors on the older buildings were wide open. Large banners outside advertised the service companies that had taken over the hangars for the weekend. The Bakers went into the first hangar. Few people were inside.

Timothy moved along the company stands. None of them captured his interest. It was all test equipment and maintenance tools. Dull stuff compared to what was outside. Not even the vast array of intricate parts from a dismantled high-speed turbine held his attention for more than a few seconds. Then the stand right at the end made him come to a complete halt.

The company was promoting its fuselage vibration analysis software, but it was using an eternal tap as part of its advertising. Three slender nylon fishing lines had been tied to the iron rafters of the hangar's gloomy roof high overhead, holding a big old brass tap four meters off the floor. From that, a fat column of water splashed continually into a bowl on a table at the end of the stand. Timothy stared at it in perplexity. The bowl never filled, yet the water splashing into it never stopped. And when he squinted up at the tap he couldn't see any kind of pipe attached. For a moment he thought the tiny nylon lines might be miniature pipes, but there were only three of them, and they were way too small to feed such a big tap. What he was seeing simply wasn't possible. It was like some special effect from a cable show.

"Dad!"

Jeff Baker looked up from the pieces of high-speed turbine he was inspecting.

"Dad, how do they do this? Dad!"

"Do what?"

"This!" Timothy pointed urgently at the tap and its impossible flow of water. "How, Dad, how?"

"Oh, that." Jeff managed to sound completely disinterested. "It's magic, son. That's all."

Timothy pulled an annoyed face. "No it's not! Do they teleport the water, or something?"

"Teleport!" Jeff shook his head in faint exasperation. "You watch far too much cable, don't you?"

"No!"

"This is an old hangar; the past is still alive in here. There are lots of pockets of magic left over from olden times, scattered all across the country." He gestured at the tap. "And this is one of them. Right, dear?"

Sue raised an eyebrow. "I think it's lunchtime now."

Jeff was nonplussed by the reply. "Guess we'd better eat, then," he told Timothy. "What are you having, three puddings?"

"Yeah!"

"No!" Sue said quickly. "Honestly, you're worse than he is."

Jeff pulled a face behind her back. Timothy giggled. He couldn't resist one last look at the magic tap as they walked back out into the scorching sunlight.

The Bakers headed for one of the biggest pavilions lining the taxiway. They weren't on the admission list, but Jeff was insistent with the uniformed steward at the gate. Timothy waited impatiently while a senior company official was summoned from the pavilion; aircraft were taking off from the runway, and the pavilion blocked his view. When he arrived, the official was effusive in his greeting. The company would be greatly honored to have the Bakers lunch with them, he said with a wide, eager smile.

Timothy and his parents wound up eating with two members of the board in a glassed-off enclosure at the end of the pavilion. Their table gave him a grand view out across the airfield, and if he did miss any of the exciting aircraft flashing past, a private TV feed to a pair of three-meter screens allowed him to see the planes twisting and diving at all times. It was great. His mother even let him have more ice cream for dessert, with strawberries.

A lot of visitors stopped by their table, corporate executives from across Europe, all of whom were eagerly introduced to Jeff Baker by the ever-smiling board members. Timothy didn't pay much attention to the adults; he was captivated by the sleek flying cruciforms, which were the newly declassified AiF-080 USAF pilotless interceptors. The machines were less than half the size of the old Hurricanes flown by the European Silver Sky display team, and a lot more nimble.

Timothy asked to be excused while his parents were enjoying coffee and liqueurs. It was very boring in the dining room, although in truth he couldn't stop thinking about that strange tap. The aircraft were only temporary distractions. He was overwhelmed by the idea that magic could still exist. Such a revelation meant that anything was possible. Anything!

His mother checked that he was wearing his tracker bracelet and let him down from the table. "You're not to go more than two hundred meters," she warned as he sped away.

As soon as he was outside, Timothy headed straight for the hangar--it was only a little more than two hundred meters, after all. Well...sort of.

The tap was still there. He stood in front of it, his head cocked to one side as he followed the stream of falling water, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. It couldn't be real. Yet here it was, happening right in front of him.

"It always looks good, doesn't it?"

Timothy glanced around. One of the saleswomen behind the stall was smiling at him. "Yes," he said, then, suddenly bold, he asked: "How did you know the magic was here?"
"Magic?" Her smile widened. "I would have thought a clever boy like you could have worked this out by now."

"How? I don't know any spells."

The woman laughed. "Spells? Well I don't know about that. We just put a little fountain pump below the bowl, and squirt a jet up into the tap. Takes an age to set it up just right."

Timothy stared resentfully at the treacherous fountain. He couldn't even look at the woman; she must think him the stupidest boy on the planet. Embarrassment gave way to anger and sadness as he slunk away. His father had lied to him. Lied! There wasn't any magic in the world; there never had been.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2012

    A soft porn version of Flowers for Algernon

    I saw no original ideas in this book. Just lots of teenage sex, that seemed to add very little actual value to the plot. I liked his characters, as always. His depiction of the riot was pretty good. But there was nothing memorable about it. I wouldn't read it (or buy it) again. And i'm definitely a fan of this author.

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  • Posted January 8, 2009

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    My Misspent Money

    Question: Does Peter Hamilton hate his fans? How else to explain this trash? The story centers on a guy who, based on past technical exploits, is chosen to undergo a revolutionary rejuvenation process, which leaves him a randy twenty-something who suddenly finds himself physically attracted to women again, including his wife, his best friend's granddaughter, and his son's girlfriend.<BR/><BR/>I suppose there's a farce in here somewhere, but the dull writing brings it all across more like a geeky science fiction writer's adolescent fantasy, which is too bad for SF in general and Hamilton in particular.<BR/><BR/>Sleeper this is not.<BR/><BR/>Hamilton is no Aldiss, but his space operas crackle with innovation and energy, whereas this vapid mess had me looking at the clock and wondering when something was going to happen.<BR/><BR/>I haven't given up on Hamilton, but it's going to take a lot to wash the taste of this dud out of my mouth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2008

    an interesting look at the unintended consequences of science finding a Fountain of Youth

    In the near future former RAF pilot Jeff Baker invents the memory crystal that led to the datasphere, which replaced the Internet. Jeff Baker made his creation available to everyone placing him on a par with Mother Teresa for altruistic adulation.----------------- In 2040, the European Union scientists make an incredible breakthrough in genetics they developed a new biotechnique that enables them to replace aged genes. Jeff is the chosen one because of what he did with his memory crystal and the theory that his brilliance could solve the home energy crisis. The conversion works as Jeff goes from a septuagenarian to a twentyish person. Only Jeff finds his sex drive supersedes everything and everyone else including his used to be much younger wife and his teenage son.--------------- Discounting some unnecessary English terrorists detracting from the fascinating thriller, MISSPENT YOUTH is an interesting look at the unintended consequences of science finding a Fountain of Youth. The story line focuses on out of control Jeff who finds his former peers ancient and only sex matters. In terms of relationships he succeeds as a born again sex machine, but the only intelligence he brings back from his years of experience is sex thus narrowing the scope of an intriguing premise.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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