Special Deliverance is an enjoyable but unremarkable read. It's the sort of story that requires good characters and atmosphere to make up for its loose ideas and ambiguity. Simak is certainly capable of conveying an atmosphere, but he doesn't do so well with that here. Certainly, it has its moments, but it often feels very by the numbers; the characters often behave and talk the same and can only be told apart when we are occasionally reminded of their on-the-nose stereotypes (a man of war, a poet, a parson, a robot etc.) and although it might be apt to call this a "philosophical adventure", it is very light on both. There's a lot of room here for pondering and a further exploration of ideas, but it never dips in the deep end. The Parson and The Brigadier have petty squabbles, but there's no meaningful debate on their worldviews. The Brigadier will propose or speculate and The Parson will dismiss most things as evil. The robot is as human as the humans (a common Simak trait, in fairness) and there is no exploration of identity. Simak can write beautifully when he wants to, but the writing here is mostly flat and uninspired. Most of the time the characters are sitting around a fire, asking what is going on and where they are and where they are going - somewhere, broadly speaking, I suppose there is a thematic there that parallels fear and uncertainty in life; but you draw that from the macro, not the micro. Zooming in, most of the dialogue is benign.

I enjoyed the second half significantly more than the first. I think Special Deliverance is at its best when our protagonist is in a place of despair and hopelessness. I've read that a lot of people find this novel unsatisfying due to its absence of a real conclusion, but I have to disagree. If it had stuck to its guns and remained pessimistic and more open-ended then I probably would have bumped the rating up, but in true Simak fashion, it tries to force a romantic element and give the reader an explanation for what's been going on. Certainly, it does not explain every detail, but it's enough to rob the world of what little wonder it possessed.

Nowhere near Simak's best work, but certainly not his worst. Readable and inoffensive, with some infrequent but decent world-building. It's hard not to like if you like Simak, but I imagine most newcomers would be unimpressed. ( )

An English professor from our world finds himself part of a small group transported from different worlds and times. They include a woman who is an engineer from a world where this is not unusual; a robot, from a future world where most humans have left his planet and only the old and infirm are left; another woman who is a poet, from a world where poetry is really important; a brigadier; and a parson, who is very rigid in his way of thinking. They choose to travel together in what is hardly a quest, since they don't really have a goal in mind, beyond figuring out where they are and why. ( )

Well, I hate to say it, but it's pretty bad.  *I* enjoyed, but that's because I'm a fan of Simak, prejudiced in his favor.  Awkward, especially the dialogue.  Simak was getting old, and this reads like his final request to the universe.  'Oh please, powerful aliens, who we SF writers have revered, do this thing for humanity.'  Hero is an English professor, and it's his level-headedness that constantly saves the day against the vagaries of the other (also cardboard) members of the troupe.  Not funny, not exciting, a bit insightful a few times, but mainly just concept. ( )

Insolito racconto in cui un gruppo di persone viene misteriosamente teletrasportato in una Terra del futuro pressoché disabitata e senza apparente motivo. Inizierà uno strano viaggio attraverso questo mondo vuoto alla ricerca di spiegazioni.
Un po' sulla falsariga di Cemetery World, è una storia malinconica e crepuscolare il cui unico scopo sembra essere quello di fare da sponda ad una serie di metafore sulla vita con cui Simak sembra interrogarsi su quali siano i significati e le conseguenze delle scelte che ognuno di noi si trova davanti nel corso della propria esistenza.
Abbastanza bello, Simak ha questa gran capacità di affascinare il lettore trasportandolo in un atmosfera onirica e struggente, dove non è tanto importante ciò che succede ma lo stato d'animo che hanno i protagonisti, i loro pensieri, emozioni, paure, dubbi, bisogni ... che poi sono quelli di tutti noi.
Certo un grande scrittore, almeno da questo punto di vista. ( )

I guess I am not as sophisticated as the two other reviewers, as I did not find it going downhill through the book and I did not guess the ending, although I surmised Cliff was going to have his protagonist get his girl. This is not classical literature,folks. Cliff Simak writes to have fun and that is why I love to read his work. He is FUN. Maybe the great Doestevskii or Tolstoy or numerous other "classic" writers (I include Faulkner here) are not fun at all. ( )