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Joachim’s Comments: Egg, breaks. Out comes — wait for it! Naked CENTAUR, white hair, breasts swinging, incredibly muscled man in undies and funny shoes trampled… The connecting horse/woman segment looks a tad off…
Published 1971
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May 25th, 2012 at 11:06 am
Okay, maybe I’m in the minority here, but I rather like this cover. Aspects of it could be better handled (I am more concerned about the centaur’s arms than her waist), but I am intrigued by the imagery and the symbolism.
May 25th, 2012 at 11:09 am
The 2052 Horse of the Year Show dressage takes a tragic turn…
May 25th, 2012 at 11:48 am
Why is there a wrecking ball swinging back on itself? And why does it look like it’s wrapping around the pterodactyl in the lower left corner?
May 25th, 2012 at 1:58 pm
“I know – if I give everybody lots of muscles, they won’t notice I failed basic anatomy!”
May 25th, 2012 at 3:47 pm
Maybe I’m out in left field here, but there’s something about this that seems reminiscent of Dali: http://salvadordalipaintings.blogspot.com/2008/09/geopoliticus-child-watching-birth-of.html
May 25th, 2012 at 4:01 pm
“So I mixed a woman with a male weight lifter’s left side and got a book cover contract!”
May 25th, 2012 at 6:41 pm
Cool. Author also did some mid 70’s Space 1999 books under another name.
May 25th, 2012 at 7:25 pm
If the cover has anything to do with the novel, I hope it is only metaphorically. Centaur-women on a space-station/trashing a space-station seems a little silly, even for sci-fi.
May 25th, 2012 at 7:38 pm
As usual, I spoke too soon:
“An agent smuggles himself aboard a privately owned orbiting habitat because of suspicions about what might be happening there. His investigations turn up a plot involving genetic modification of living tissue.”
There’s even an ebook
May 25th, 2012 at 8:44 pm
They do say that there is a surprise inside every Kinder Egg.
May 27th, 2012 at 10:31 am
I used to have a copy of that very same edition. The centaur is part of the story – as far as I remember it’s the product of some illegal research conducted on the eponymous Satellite. The protagonist is a spy, sent to find out what’s going on up there.
A quick google tells me that the R stands for Rankine, and Douglas Rankine Mason also wrote under the name John Rankine.
June 8th, 2012 at 1:54 pm
Girl centaurs: not as sexy as you’d hoped.
March 28th, 2015 at 11:47 am
If you think it’s bad to get kicked in the gonads, just wait until piss off a centaur.
December 16th, 2015 at 9:41 am
If there’s one godawful SF tradition I’m glad is dead and buried, it’s the use of titles that sound like they were written by hopelessly nerdy engineers.
This bad habit may have been founded by — surprise — Hugo Gernsback with the book title “Ralph 124C 41+”.
Nowadays, nobody would get away with a title like “Satellite 54-Zero”. The book would have been called “EDEN IN ORBIT” or something. (The Baen release would have been called “WARSTATION BLOOD ZERO”.)
December 17th, 2015 at 6:53 pm
Satellite: 54 – Douglas R. Mason: 0
March 5th, 2016 at 3:59 am
Ah yes, the simpler, quieter days of 1971, when even the mere notion that a research facility could possibly be “privately owned” somehow carried an inherent menace.
March 5th, 2016 at 11:22 am
@Perry: I think it’s the fact that it’s privately owned AND armed. Since private ownership of arms was frowned on. 😉
March 5th, 2016 at 1:26 pm
95% original
It was wet. It landed in soot. One lady’s privates a full arm’s rearch away.
ERASE 54 TITE LOLZ
Largo Dumasson
March 5th, 2016 at 5:09 pm
Goddammit! I should learn how to grumblesmurfing read! Fornicating stray R’s!
edit:
It misses the satellite theme, but I missed it on the title as well so I guess this will have to do:
Ace the wily waiter set a salad on Misty’s private furs and won a dollar…
March 5th, 2016 at 5:18 pm
@anon: Now, now. Calm down. It looks to me like the centaur-lady’s arm might “re-arch”….
March 5th, 2016 at 10:01 pm
“As you can see, my young apprentice, your friends have failed. Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational privately-owned research station!”
March 5th, 2016 at 10:34 pm
@anon,19:
Goddammit! I should learn how to grumblesmurfing read! Fornicating stray R’s!
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