Darwin's Radio: A Novel by Greg BearDarwin's Radio: A Novel by Greg Bear

Darwin's Radio: A Novel

byGreg Bear

Mass Market Paperback | July 5, 2000

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Ancient diseases encoded in the DNA of humans wait like sleeping dragons to wake and infect again--or so molecular biologist Kaye Lang believes. And now it looks as if her controversial theory is in fact chilling reality. For Christopher Dicken, a "virus hunter" at the Epidemic Intelligence Service, has pursued an elusive flu-like disease that strikes down expectant mothers and their offspring. Then a major discovery high in the Alps --the preserved bodies of a prehistoric family--reveals a shocking link: something that has slept in our genes for millions of years is waking up.

Now, as the outbreak of this terrifying disease threatens to become a deadly epidemic, Dicken and Lang must race against time to assemble the pieces of a puzzle only they are equipped to solve--an evolutionary puzzle that will determine the future of the human race . . . if a future exists at all.
Greg Bear is the author of twenty-four books, which have been translated into a dozen languages. He has been awarded two Hugos and four Nebulas for his fiction. He was called the "best working writer of hard science fiction" by The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Science Fiction. He is married to Astrid Anderson Bear. They are the parents of ...
Title:Darwin's Radio: A NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:544 pages, 6.8 × 4.3 × 1 inPublished:July 5, 2000Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome book One of my favourite books by this author. Definitely, one that you should read if you like this author at all, or even if you do not.
Date published: 2017-04-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An absolute page-turner! I love Greg Bear - his books are so wonderful. This one is quite cool - I love the idea that humans are still evolving.
Date published: 2017-02-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Darwin himself would have loved this one! As, one reviewer put it, a knowledge of genetics helps with understanding the implications of the science in this novel. There is the genetics primer at the back of the book, but I would think that many a reader may find the science too tedious. Having said that, should you have a rudimentary knowledge of genetics, evolutionary theories, and viral biology this book is a must. A page turner if there ever was one. It's plausibility is shocking, yet hopeful. I had no problem with the ending and recommend it to anyone with an interest in biology and evolutionary theories. Great summertime reading.
Date published: 2002-04-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Darwin's Radio Excellent sci-fi book. Realistic. Government conspiration in action. Lots of scientific terms, but there is a glossary at the end. Biology 101 required.
Date published: 2001-04-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Spurs the imagination If you like Michael Crighton you'll love this. Medical mystery. Extremely interesting alternative evolutionary theory - NOT intended for scientific scrutiny. Nice to see some writers can still come up with a new story line.
Date published: 2000-12-18
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Calling All Biologists The premise was great, the story was bad. Way too much science and an ending out of nowhere. I enjoyed reading my science textbook more.
Date published: 2000-07-26

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The Alps, near the Austrian Border with Italy AUGUST The flat afternoon sky spread over the black and gray mountains like a stage backdrop, the color of a dog's pale crazy eye. His ankles aching and back burning from a misplaced loop of nylon rope, Mitch Rafelson followed Tilde's quick female form along the margin between the white firn and a dust of new snow on the field. Mingled with the ice boulders of the fall, crenels and spikes of old ice had been sculpted by summer heat into milky, flint-edged knives. To Mitch's left, the mountains rose over the jumble of black boulders flanking the broken slope of the ice fall. On the right, in the full glare of the sun, the ice rose in blinding brilliance to the perfect catenary of the cirque.Franco was about twenty yards to the south, hidden by the rim of Mitch's goggles. Mitch could hear him but not see him. Some kilometers behind, also out of sight now, was the brilliant orange, round fiberglass-and-aluminum bivouac where they had made their last rest stop. He did not know how many kilometers they were from the last hut, whose name he had forgotten; but the memory of bright sun and warm tea in the sitting room, the Gaststube, gave him some strength. When this ordeal was over, he would get another cup of strong tea and sit in the Gaststube and thank God he was warm and alive. They were approaching the wall of rock and a bridge of snow lying over a chasm dug by meltwater. These now-frozen streams formed during the spring and summer and eroded the edge of the glacier. Beyond the bridge, depending from a U-shaped depression in the wall, rose what looked like a gnome's upside-down castle, or a pipe organ carved from ice: a frozen waterfall spread out in many thick columns. Chunks of dislodged ice and drifts of snow gathered around the dirty white of the base; sun burnished the cream and white at the top. Franco came into view as if out of a fog and joined up with Tilde. So far they had been on relatively level glacier. Now it seemed that Tilde and Franco were going to scale the pipe organ. Mitch stopped for a moment and reached behind to pull out his ice ax. He pushed up his goggles, crouched, then fell back on his butt with a grunt to check his crampons. Ice balls between the spikes yielded to his knife. Tilde walked back a few yards to speak to him. He looked up at her, his thick dark eyebrows forming a bridge over a pushed-up nose, round green eyes blinking at the cold. "This saves us an hour," Tilde said, pointing at the pipe organ. "It's late. You've slowed us down." Her English came precise from thin lips, with a seductive Austrian accent. She had a slight but well-proportioned figure, white blond hair tucked under a dark blue Polartec cap, an elfin face with clear gray eyes. Attractive, but not Mitch's type; still, they had been lovers of the moment before Franco arrived. "I told you I haven't climbed in eight years," Mitch said. Franco was showing him up handily. The Italian leaned on his ax near the pipe organ. Tilde weighed and measured everything, took only the best, discarded the second best, yet never cut ties in case her past connections should prove useful. Franco had a square jaw and white teeth and a square head with thick black hair shaved at the sides, an eagle nose, Mediterranean olive skin, broad shoulders and arms knotted with muscles, fine hands, very strong. He was not too smart for Tilde, but no dummy, either. Mitch could imagine Tilde pulled from her thick Austrian forest by the prospect of bedding Franco, light against dark, like layers in a torte. He felt curiously detached from this image. Tilde made love with a mechanical rigor that had deceived Mitch for a time, until he realized she was merely going through the moves, one after the other, as a kind of intellectual exercise. She ate the same way. Nothing moved her deeply, yet she had real wit at times, and a lovely smile that drew lines on the corners of those thin, precise lips. "We must go down before sunset," Tilde said. "I don't know what the weather will do. It's two hours to the cave. Not very far, but a hard climb. If we're lucky, you'll have an hour to look at what we've found." "I'll do my best," Mitch said. "How far are we from the tourist trails? I haven't seen any red paint in hours." Tilde pulled away her goggles to wipe them, gave him a flash smile with no warmth. "No tourists up here. Most good climbers stay away, too. But I know my way." "Snow goddess," Mitch said. "What do you expect?" she said, taking it as a compliment. "I've climbed here since I was a girl." "You're still a girl," Mitch said. "Twenty-five, twenty-six?" She had never revealed her age to Mitch. Now she appraised him as if he were a gemstone she might reconsider purchasing. "I am thirty-two. Franco is forty but he's faster than you." "To hell with Franco," Mitch said without anger. Tilde curled her lip in amusement. "We are all weird today," she said, turning away. "Even Franco feels it. But another Iceman ... what would that be worth?" The very thought shortened Mitch's breath, and he did not need that now. His excitement curled back on itself, mixing with his exhaustion. "I don't know," he said.

From Our Editors

The rare and ancient remains of pregnant women are turning up in Russia and the Alps. What's mysterious is that they have all been felled by the same virus, one that molecular biologist Kaye Lang sees could easily come back to haunt the human race. It's only a matter of time before it starts infecting pregnant women again and she must race through all history and time to stop the disease from getting out of hand. Drawing on state-of-the-art biological and anthropological research, Darwin's Radio is an intricately plotted science-fiction thriller that calls into question everything we believe about human origins and destiny.  

Editorial Reviews

"A masterpiece . . . Fascinating."--USA Today"[A] RIVETING, NEAR-FUTURE THRILLER."--Publishers Weekly (starred review)"VINTAGE BEAR . . . [His] characters are as complex as his ideas."--The Seattle Times"ABSORBING AND INGENIOUS."--Kirkus Reviews"BEAR IS ONE OF OUR VERY BEST, AND MOST INNOVATIVE, SPECULATIVE WRITERS."--New York Daily News"A WRITER FOR ANYONE CONCERNED WITH THE HUMAN CONDITION."--Seattle Post-Intelligencer"IF ANYONE IS THE COMPLETE MASTER OF THE GRAND-SCALE SF NOVEL, IT'S BEAR."--Booklist