I read this because it supposedly had one of the earliest examples of a portable computer along the lines of a smartphone, in the guise of the "joymaker". I can't remember much else about the story though lol ( )

Pohl, Frederik. The Age of the Pussyfoot. Ballantine, 1969.
When he was preparing his 1966 magazine serial, The Age of the Pussyfoot, for book publication, Frederik Pohl wrote an afterword that said he probably set the story too far in the future, that 50 rather than 500 years, might have been more reasonable for some of his prognostications. He had seen some emergency medical resuscitations and had been shown one of the early time-sharing computers. He was also aware of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and the growing drug culture. From these few real-world elements, he constructed a future with easy cryogenic storage and unlimited medical life extension, an online culture that has portable devices that resemble web-connected cell phones that also deliver mood-altering drugs. Charles Forrester, a twentieth-century guy who died in a fire, has insurance that puts him in the freezer for 500 years until he can be resurrected. Because death is not considered permanent, dueling and contract murder have been legalized. Charles discovers that stepping on a Martian’s fragile foot can get you back in the freezer if you are not careful, or even start an interplanetary war. Still fun after all these years. 4 stars. ( )

I usually don't like satire but I read this because it is by one of the best authors from the Golden Age of SF. The book is better then I expected.

I like Frederick Pohl. His "Gateway" is one of the best SF books I have read. ( )

charles /forrester was a technical writer but he was cryogenically preserved, and awakes in 2527. he needs work, but the only thing available is as a translator for a captive alien here on earth. Neither the human or alien group regard him with much favour, and events transpire. light-hearted work for the man who eventually wrote the Gateway series. ( )

(Original Review, 1980-12-01)

Egads! We have met the Joymaker and it is us! While my Teleray terminal has not (yet) begun dispensing contraceptives, the rest of the parallel is strikingly clear. It brings up some interesting questions concerning how a WORLDNET will function. With the amount of netmail, messages, informational data and similar niceties flying about this VERY LIMITED POPULATION network, what would a "real" WORLDNET be like? Clearly we would NEED "Joymakers" to filter things out, and if they did not do a REALLY good job of NOT filtering out the WRONG things, alot of people could get fouled up very fast! It brings up an interesting question of whether a "bad" filter is better than no filter at all in such a situation. One thing's for sure, if we have a true WORLDNET and no good filtering mechanisms, we definitely WILL need our "Joymakers" to spray the tranquilizer around!

For several years, there has been sitting on a shelf in my SF collection a book called "The Age of the Pussyfoot", by Frederik Pohl (1969). Somehow I never got around to reading it, but I saw it sitting there pouting and decided to give it a run through. The story was rather amusing. It involves a man "frozen" in 1969 after dying in a fire, who is brought back to life 500 years later. Everyone (well, almost everyone) in this society carries around little units called "Joymakers". These gadgets are actually little super-terminals that connect by radio to a massive computer complex in each metropolitan area. They are something of a mixed blessing. They are continually telling you that you have 3 priority messages, 2 personal messages, a pending communication, a request to play tennis, a solicitation from a law firm, an impending personal visit, an overdrawn bank account, etc., etc... They are the only way to organize the MASSES of data that this society has available; you'd never even be able to figure out what to watch on television without a Joymaker to filter out the stuff it knows you want from the umpteen thousand channels. They even spray you with tranquilizers and dispense contraceptive pills when required -- and can deliver realistic kisses and hugs to you from remote callers via direct neural stimulation. Quite a gadget. Note that they are nothing in themselves but a link to a central facility. Many of the various servo-mechanisms are telling our hero throughout the book that "we are all the same" -- that is, talking to any of them is the same as talking to your own unit -- they all connect with the same machine buried in the central city somewhere. As I worked my way through the novel, I began to feel oddly uncomfortable. This poor guy is continuously being bombarded with messages, communication requests, data inputs, etc., and you have to be an expert just to tell the Joymaker how to filter out the stuff you WANT to know about. In fact, our hero is rather inexpert at this, and gets killed as a consequence (no matter, he gets brought back again, too). As I sat trying to figure out exactly what it was that was bothering me, my nearby terminal flashed with three [You have new mail] messages, a SEND message delivered directly to my terminal from an ITS system, a local user requesting communication via a local link... and two of my phone lines started ringing.

P.S. There is one more element to this novel that must be mentioned. At the end of the story, there is a note from the author concerning the genesis of the book. He tells how the basic idea of the "Joymaker" was derived from some (limited) exposure he had to the MIT Project MAC in 1969! He goes on to describe the amazing 7090 systems (cough, wheeze, gasp) with their remote terminals dialing in on (amazing!) phone lines! One can only imagine what he'd say if he saw what that technology has "evolved" into [2018 EDIT: Almost 40 years on, I just wish I had, at the time, a Time-Machine to play with…WORLDNET indeed!].

Where's my Joymaker? ...

[2018 EDIT: This review was written at the time as I was running my own personal BBS server. Much of the language of this and other reviews written in 1980 reflect a very particular kind of language: what I call now in retrospect a “BBS language”.] ( )