I didn't want to like The Jagged Orbit at first. It's opening chapters contain plenty of the minor irritations of s.f. - rapid cuts from one half-introduced character to another, conversation spattered with unfamiliar terms, overuse of strained simile ("his heart was hammering on his ribs like a lunatic demanding to be let out of Bedlam"). It was trying too hard.
But then ... then I remembered what I liked about John Brunner. I remembered his passion and anger, his burning desire to make his fiction a lens with which to examine the society about him, his need to locate the seeds of its downfall and of its hope.
The Jagged Orbit was written in 1968-9 and contains many brief extracts from newspaper reports of the time. While today we hark back to 1968 as a time of student rebellion and riots in Paris, it was also a time of huge interracial unrest in the USA (and elsewhere) with many forecasting unending conflict between black and white and the setting up of bantu black states. It was also a time when people were already becoming concerned about the increasing emphasis on "personal freedom" and "individuality" and our increasing alienation from our fellow human beings. It was a world in which a phrase like "President Obama" was virtually inconceivable.
Brunner created a future from his own present and that future was a bleak one: black and white almost completely segregated, people so paranoid that their homes are ringed with lethal traps and their neighbourhood watch organises regular anti-incursion drills. Mobsters are your friendly local arms dealer, selling weaponry capable of levelling a city-block, door-to-door. Art is degraded to random assortments of meaningless junk, thrown together by bored, cruel and immoral sybarites (*cough* and Brunner had never even met a YBA *cough*). In New York State alone, thousands each year find themselves locked away in a vast asylum, where they can retreat into themselves, almost totally isolated from human contact.
Into this world Brunner throws an eclectic mix of characters - Matthew Flamen, the "spoolpigeon", broadcasting tales of scandal and corruption on a programme threatened by the network's desire for 24-hour advertising; Lyla the pythoness, a young woman whose drug-induced trances help her see into other's minds; Dr James Reedeth, a psychiatrist trapped in an institution he no longer believes in; Reedeth's mentor (and a clear vector for the author's own voice) the bright and bitter Xavier Conroy; Pedro Diablo, master propagandist of the black townships, now expelled from his own home for a trace of white blood in his ancestry; and the quiet, disturbingly powerful Harry Madison, a man too sane for the world in which he is forced to live. The result is a powerful indictment both of Brunner's own times but also of the times he foresaw.
"We mine our gardens, we close our frontiers, we barricade our cities ... It gets into our families ... it gets into our very love-making ... Another couple of generations and husbands will be afraid to be alone in the same room with their wives, mothers will be afraid of their babies ...".