Book Identification Request:
Platinum Wires for Whisking the Brain
This request was written for the
Futurian Society of Sydney,
other Futurian-related stuff can be found at
my page for such things,
other non-Futurian related stuff can be found at
my home page.
This page exists to request information on a book a friend of mine once read.
My friend didn't think the book was particularly good. He read it because he
was in Greece, bored out of his tiny little mind, and it was the only English
language book he could find (he doesn't speak Greek). It must be fairly old,
1970s at the latest. It has no special connection with Greece, either.
In other words, the chance you've ever heard of it is next to nothing.
The book was more or less
horror. Most of it is unmemorable, but the final scene has struck a chord with
most science fiction fans to whom I describe it.
An evil villain and his henchman have a Scheme, and it works like this:
- Kidnap someone, more or less at random.
- Insert a loop(?) of fine platinum wire in behind the victim's eyeball, into the frontal lobes.
- The wire is rapidly spun, making puree of that portion of the brain. (There was a nine-day wonder kitchen convenience
that did this to eggs, it was called the Ronco Egg Scrambler.) This doesn't, as you might think, result in death. Rather, all higher functions
are eliminated and the victim is reduced to a vegetative state.
- Take the subject into a bar or railway station, leave him or her sitting at a table where he won't be noticed for a while, and leave.
An obvious question: why do they do this? Well, it isn't clear. There's some
implication they think it's fun. There's some implication that they want to spread
angst and a low-grade miasma of fear. (An analogy could be made here with the
insertion of the word fnord into otherwise normal sentences, practiced by an
ancient
conspiracy
in Robert Anton Wilson's Illuminati books.)
My friend also recalls a gentleman's club with sado-masochistic undertones ...
and overtones ... "in fact, I suppose you could call it a sado-masochistic
gentleman's club".
If you think you have a vague memory, and want to confirm or ask a question,
mail me.
I can pass the query on to my friend.
I don't really believe anyone will answer my query with an ISBN. But we can hope,
and any information would be better than what I have now.
And since people here in Sydney have found just the description amusing, I can
hope it entertained you as well. If not, well, that's the internet for you. Thanks
for your time.
Any information whatsoever greatly welcomed at
David.Bofinger@dsto.defenceSpamProofing.gov.au (delete the spamproofing).
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