The Affinities by Robert Charles Wilson | 9. Hardcover. Overview. In our rapidly- changing world of "social media", everyday people are more and more able to sort themselves into social groups based on finer and finer criteria. In the near future of Robert Charles Wilson's The Affinities, this process is supercharged by new analytic technologies- -genetic, brain- mapping, behavioral. To join one of the twenty- two Affinities is to change one's life. It's like family, and more than family.
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Editorial Reviews Publishers Weekly 03/02/2015 Wilson (Burning Paradise) works a fascinating transformation on one of the oldest plot devices in SF: people who are. Robert Charles Wilson's The Affinities: when science changes everything. By Cory Doctorow. 3.5 stars The Affinities is one science fiction book that isn't far off from reality. It's set in a world that is essentially our own, where people can opt to be.
Your fellow members aren't just like you, and they aren't just people who are likely to like you. They're also the people with whom you can best cooperate in all areas of life- -creative, interpersonal, even financial. At loose ends both professional and personal, young Adam Fisk takes the suite of tests to see if he qualifies for any of the Affinities, and finds that he's a match for one of the largest, the one called Tau. It's utopian—at first.
Problems in all areas of his life begin to simply sort themselves out, as he becomes part of a global network of people dedicated to helping one another—to helping him. But as the differing Affinities put their new powers to the test, they begin to rapidly chip away at the power of governments, of global corporations, of all the institutions of the old world. Then, with dreadful inevitability, the different Affinities begin to go to war- -with one another. What happens next will change Adam, and his world, forever.
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Wilson (Burning Paradise) works a fascinating transformation on one of the oldest plot devices in SF: people who are widely hated for their inherent difference from the rest of humankind. Those who join one of the 2. Affinity groups are normal people with normal abilities, but careful screening by Inter. Alia, a private company, places them in groups of particularly compatible fellow members, allowing for an unusual degree of cooperation and happiness. Adam Fisk, dissatisfied with his life and his unhappy family, gets tested and is assigned to the Tau group. At his first Tau gathering, he feels like he’s finally come home.
As the years pass, however, laid- back Tau and the stiff- necked Het group consistently outperform the others, as well as the unaffiliated. Inter. Alia goes bankrupt, portable test kits become available, and international tensions soar; the U. S. government considers legislation designed to corral the Affinities’ successes, and Tau and Het increasingly come into conflict. Adam is caught up in the growing violence with no idea of how to stop it. Wilson’s trademark well- developed characters and understated but compelling prose are very much in evidence in this quietly believable tale of the near future. Apr.)From the Publisher"Wilson’s trademark well- developed characters and understated but compelling prose are very much in evidence in this quietly believable tale of the near future."—Publishers Weekly"An intriguing and seriously innovative attempt to grapple with some of the issues raised by the 2.
Kirkus Reviews. Library Journal. In the near future, a sociologist invents an algorithm that can be used to find people who will get along with each other, collaborate well together—share an affinity, in other words. Adam Fisk signs up to get tested for an affinity and his life changes permanently when he is placed in the Tau group. What begins as a social media service develops into cultlike cliques are resented by those left out. Adam and his new friends will do anything to protect Tau from those who seek to dismantle the affinities and from a rival relation who seeks to consolidate power in their own hands. VERDICT An exciting conceptual premise of social media run amok is given a shallow treatment here. Wilson (author of the sf series that began with the Hugo Award- winning Spin) forms his groups and sets them at odds without giving any compelling reason other than the plot- needed conflict.
Kirkus Reviews. ★ 2. Social science fiction from the author of Burning Paradise (2. Genius researcher Meir Klein of Inter. Alia develops reliable methods for sorting clients into social affinity groups. The members of such Affinities enjoy an intuitive, almost telepathic rapport, enabling them to cooperate to better themselves and their Affinities. Think Facebook "friends" but genuine and extended to all phases of life, with a dab of Isaac Asimov's psychohistory.) The drawback is that many people qualify for none of the groups, putting them at a huge disadvantage. Graphic design student Adam Fisk's life is falling apart until he tests into Tau, the largest Affinity.
To his astonished gratification he finds that his problems—job, money, family, accommodation—rapidly disappear. In turn he is able to contribute to the needs and desires of his fellow Taus.
However, Adam does note a distinct antipathy toward those not of the Affinity, even family members. Then Klein, who has disassociated himself from monopolistic Inter. Alia, requests Tau's help in releasing the codes underpinning the testing system. Adam, with Tau bigwig Damian Levay and girlfriend Amanda Mehta, meets secretly with Klein, who's dying. Klein's further research predicts that current geopolitical instabilities (most notably, dangerous disputes between China and India) will worsen—because of the Affinities' very existence. Not only that, but the groups will soon come to view each other as rivals. Soon, sure enough, Klein is murdered.
But who's responsible? Inter. Alia? Or Het, Tau's powerful, hierarchical rival Affinity? And what did Klein mean when he hinted at the possibility of still other and perhaps vastly superior methods of social engagement and cooperation?
All this unfolds as a series of slow epiphanies as Adam understands via his experiences the implications of his journey from bewildered disconnection to unequivocal engagement and back. An intriguing and seriously innovative attempt to grapple with some of the issues raised by the 2. Read More. Product Details.
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CHAPTER 1. I made the decision when I saw the blood in the mirror. The blood was what changed my mind. I had thought about it, of course. I had clipped the ad out of the back pages of the local entertainment paper, checked out the website, memorized the address of the local test center.
I had strolled past the building earlier that afternoon, lingering at the brass- and- frosted- glass door with what I tried to pass off (not least, to myself) as idle curiosity. I pictured myself stepping into the cool, dim lobby behind the Inter. Alia logo and maybe changing the course of my life forever, but in the end I shrugged and walked on—a failure of courage, the better part of valor, I honestly couldn't say which. Tempted as I was, opening that door would have seemed like a confession of my own inadequacy, a confession I wasn't prepared to make.
The sight of my own bloody face changed my mind.* * *I walked south from the Inter. Alia building, on my way to meet my ex- roommate Dex at the ferry docks: we had made plans to ride over to the Toronto Islands for an open- air concert. What I didn't know, because I had been too self- absorbed to pay attention to the news, was that a large- scale demo was going on in the city's financial district, directly between me and the lakeshore.
The sound of it reached me first. It was like the sound you hear from an open- air sports stadium when there's a game on: no discernible content, just the undulant buzz of massed human voices. A couple of blocks later, I thought: angry voices.
Maybe a bullhorn or two in the mix. And then I turned a corner and saw it. A mass of protestors filling the street in either direction and about as easy to cross as a raging river. Bad news, because dithering at the door of the Inter.
Alia office had already made me late. The crowd appeared to be a mix of students and academics and labor union people, and according to their banners it was the new debt laws and a massive University of Toronto tuition hike that had brought them to the streets on a hot late- May evening.
A block to the west, where the sky still smoldered with sunset, some kind of serious altercation had begun. Everyone was staring that way, and I guessed the sour tang in the air was a promissory drift of tear gas.
But at that moment all I wanted was to get to the waterfront, where the air might be a degree or two cooler, and meet Dex, annoyed with me though he must already be. So I pushed east to the nearest intersection and tried to shoulder through the thick of the crowd at the crosswalk. Bad decision, and I knew it as soon as I was caught in the tidal bore of human flesh. Before I had made much progress, some new threat or obstruction forced everyone closer together. By craning my head—I'm fairly tall—I caught a glimpse of police in riot gear advancing from the west, beating their sticks on their shields.
Tear gas canisters arced into the crowd, trailing smoke, and a woman to the right of me pulled a bandanna over her nose and mouth. A yard from where I stood, a guy in a faded Propaghandi t- shirt climbed onto the roof of a parked car and tossed a Dasani bottle at the cops.
I tried to turn back, but it had become impossible to make headway against the pressure of bodies. A skirmish line of mounted police appeared at the adjoining intersection, and I began to realize it was actually possible that, worst case, I could be kettled into a mass arrest and carted off to a detention cell. And who would I call, if that happened?