I’m somewhat unconvinced by the practicality of a sky tower reaching thousands of miles into space which appears to be only about 7 feet in diameter. Conditions for the occupants would be cramped to say the least, and what happens at the end of a movie on one of the (presumably several hundred) theater levels when 200 people all try to get in to the toilets at once?
This cover would be sublimely excellent were this book published in 1948…but 1988? Apparently Dustin Hoffmans character was given good advice in The Gradute. Plastic…in the future buildings and even people will be made of plastic.
Also, because you CAN build something, it doesn’t mean you SHOULD. Upon gazing upon this cover and realizing what he had wrought, a stunned Phillip C. Jennings was heard to mutter “I am become…plastic.”
Sure, it goes to the sky, but what the hell does that actually mean when every “floor” of the tower is just wide enough for a person of average height to try to lie down and end up banging their head on the wall? Just what are you using all that space for? Microgravity-farmed weasels?
It’s probably an Orbital Tower, intended to connect to a geosynchronous satellite and thus function as a lift to space. (As in ‘Web Between the Worlds’ and ‘The Fountains of Paradise’). In which case, he said pedantically, fixing the bottom end in Buenos Aires rather than an equatorial base would make it flail around, probably wrecking the weather and snapping about halfway up. And besides, you’d have to spend ten days not making eye-contact and pretending it wasn’t you who farted, whilst listening to lift-music, Argentine-style (probably Astor Piazzolo, which is fine for the first five minutes but ten solid days…)