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|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 154.||"They entered town [Cedar City, Utah]. A small Western town, salubrious in its ordinariness. Buger King, McDonalds, a Kentucky Fried slid past, until their mouths were watering. They were followed by a small shopping center anchored by miniature Sears and J.C. Penny stores, then a K-Mart. It was so much like Los Angeles on a smaller scale that Alicia started crying. Best of all, it didn't change as they cruised up the main street. Frank pulled into the first motel with a Best Western sign out front. " [Much more of this book takes place in Cedar City, Utah. Not all refs. in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 154.||"They entered town [Cedar City, Utah]. A small Western town, salubrious in its ordinariness. Buger King, McDonalds, a Kentucky Fried slid past, until their mouths were watering. They were followed by a small shopping center anchored by miniature Sears and J.C. Penny stores, then a K-Mart. It was so much like Los Angeles on a smaller scale that Alicia started crying. Best of all, it didn't change as they cruised up the main street. Frank pulled into the first motel with a Best Western sign out front. " [Much more of this story takes place in Cedar City, Utah. Not all refs. in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 155.||[Checking into the Best Western motel in Cedar City, Utah.] "Alicia tried to make conversation while here husband filled out the registration form. 'Pretty country.'
'That's why folks're livin' here.' The manager chuckled. 'Quiet. You want excitement, you're in the wrong town. Wrong stae, far as that goes.'...
Frank turned the completed registration form around. 'Want a credit card imprint now?'
'Neh. Don't need it--unless you want to charge long distance calls. Local are free.' "
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 155.||[Checking into the Best Western motel in Cedar City, Utah.] "'All we want is something to eat.'
Taking his cue, the manager leaned forward & looked to his left, toward the street. 'You go up Central about two blocks & you'll hit downtown. 'Bout half a dozen good places to eat.'
'Which one would you recommend?' Alicia asked politely.
'Oh, none of 'em. They all pretty much stink. Dave's Diner's a real tourist trap & Judy's Country Kitchen's anything but.'
...'Then where would you suggest we eat?'
'There's another hotel up the street. The Gables. Rooms are awful; full of roaches.' The woman made a face. 'And sometimes they don't wash their linen between guests, but the kitchen is run separate. My husband & I go there ourselves sometimes when we want to eat out.'
'That's very straight of you. Thanks.'...
They went back to the motor home an&d began gathering clothes & toiletries for their room. 'That's the kind of honesty you don't find anymore.' "
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 159.||[Alternate dimension Cedar City, Utah.] "'Not quite our reality.' Burnfingers was finishing his Coke.
'I think I understand,' Alicia pushed peas around on her plate. 'It's just like our world, except everyone here says exactly what they're thinking. Nobody lies.'
'Ther's no tact or diplomacy, either.' muttered Wendy darkly.
'Everyone here speaks the truth as they see it,' said Mouse thoughtfully. 'A different social system has evolved. It would probably be impossible to insult anyone in this place unless you accused them of lying, and they very well may not know what a lie is.'
'That's why the people back at the motel were so blunt with us,' Alicia murmured. 'An honest opinion is all they can offer.'
'Wendy crossed her ams and leaned back in her chair, glowering. 'Well, I don't like it.'
'No inhibitions. No restraints,' said Burnfingers.
'It doesn't bother you?' Fank asked him. 'Doesn't get under your skin just a little?' "
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 160.||[Alternate dimension Cedar City, Utah.] "Now that they were close to the right reality line, near to home, he found himself pondering all they'd been through and experienced... Tomorrow they'd find the right off ramp and take it all the way to Salt Lake or L.A. Tomorrow they would drive back to reality. "; Pg. 161: "It was much cooler than it had been in the desert. The mountain air chilled his skin like alcohol as he carefully shut the door behind him. Around him hung the silence of Utah night. "|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 187.||Pg. 187: "The landscape looked normal by moonlight. High moutains off to the right, trees and bushes scattered behind the shoulder, and off to the left, in the distance, a vast sheet of water gleaming like aluminum foil. The Great Salt Lake. "; Pg. 188: "If anything, the road became worse as they neared the city's outskirts. They saw no other vehicles, a fact which might've been acceptable outside a town like Cedar City, but which was full of ominous portents for a metropolis the size of Sale Lake. "|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 189.|| "Mouse pointed out an intact sign.
Frank was flipping through his maps as he dodged potholes. 'What happened to Provo? We should be in Provo right now.'
There was no sign of the college town. The highway curved around the sloping mass of a vast hill. Only when the sun finally put in a reluctant appearance over the mountains did they see that the ground had been turned to slag, as if the whole mountain had been melted and then crystallized out anew. Transparent lava covered the ground to east and north. There wasn't a tree or building to be seen.
'Glass,' Burnfingers murmured. 'Something has turned this whole section of country to glass.' "
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 189.|| "An endless expanse of waveless water stretched from the edge of the highway to the western horizon. At least the Great Salt Lake hadn't changed. Or had it? Burnfingers frowned at the lake.
'I do not remember it being this big when I was hear before. The lake has been rising fo ryears, but not so fast as this. I wonder if the city is still here?'
'We saw the road sign,' Mouse pointed out. 'The kidnappers had to have a destination.'
The interstate climbed a slight rise, arcing over the base of the glass mountain. Ahead lay what was once Salt Lake City.
'Oh my God.' Frank pulled over and stared.
The rising sun illuminated a panorama of destruction and devastation seen only in disaster movies and the minds of distraught writers. Instead of a pale bluish-white, the Great Sale Lake was an angry yellow-orange. High concentrations of salt could not account for the sulphurous stain that marred the quiet waters. It might have been a lke on Io. "
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 194.||"'I was right,' Burnfingers declared. 'The lake has risen even more on this line than on ours. It has invaded the city. It may happen on our line, too, some day soon.' He put his washcloth aside. 'This is the old lake coming back to reclaim its territory. Lake Bonneville. After the last Ice Age it covered all of Utah, reached into Arizona, New Mexico, and Wyoming. Now it is growing again.' "|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 211.||"Off to the right, the silhouetes of high mountains paralleled the road as far as the same point. There they also came to an abrupt end. To the west the northern reaches of the Great Salt Lake ended in a distant roaring... There was just enough light for everyone to see the lake waters where they tumbled into nothingness, forming a salty waterfall miles in length. "|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 216.||"Thoughts of real food set off a small bomb inFrank's belly. None of them had enjoyed a real meal since leaving behind the Cedar City that was too full of truth to be their reality. "|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 151-152.|| "The sign that came up fast on their right almost sent him over the edge inside his head.
The sheer sameness of the speckled wonderment outside finally brought Alicia forward, just in time to catch a glimpse of the sign before they rolled past.
'Surely that can't be right.'
'Why not?' said Burnfingers cheerfully. 'Miles or light-years, what's the difference? It's all a matter of perspective.' "
|Utah||Utah||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 154-155.||[In the Best Western motel in Cedar City, Utah.] "They must have presented an interesting sight as they crowded into the modest waiting room. There was a stone fireplace, cold this time of year; a smaller color TV on a stand on which a young man with too many teeth was giving away large appliances; a pile of magazines; a couple of couches for the use of guests only; and the counter with the omnipresent revolving postcard rack and boxful of local giveaway pamphlets advertising attractions in Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, and points in between. "|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Freeman, Judith. "Family Attractions " in Bright Angels & Familiars. (Eugene England, ed.) Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1992; story c. 1988); pg. 218.||"...George's company, LAYTON HEATING AND PLUMBING, painted on the doors. " [The story is about an LDS family from Utah on vacation in Los Angeles.]|
|Utah||Utah||1988||Simmons, Dan. "Two Minutes and Forty-Five Seconds " in Prayers to Broken Stones. New York: Bantam (1992; c. 1988); pg. 348.||[In the introduction to his story, "Two Minutes and Forty-Five Second ", Simmons explains that he had originally named this story "Love Song to J. Morton Thiokol. "]|
|Utah||Utah||1989||Simmons, Dan. Phases of Gravity. New York: Bantam (1989); pg. 25.||"'Woodland Height. Seven miles from the Johnson Flight Center, flat as the Bonneville Salt Flats and as devoid of trees save for the precariously supported saplings in every yard... "|
|Utah||Utah||1990||Dick, Philip K. The Man in the High Castle. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons (1962); pg. 33-34.||"Shadows advancing from the Rockies. Blue peaks turning to night. A flock of slow birds, migratory, made their way parallel with the mountains... It was a good thing to see the Nazi rockets go by overhead and not stop, not take any interest in any sort in Canon City, Colorado. Nor in Utah or Wyoming or the eastern part of Nevada, none of the empty desert states or pasture states. We have no value, she said to herself. We can life out our tiny lives. If we want to. " [Germany and Japan won World War II and occupy the U.S., but interfere little or not at all with the Rocky Mountain States.]|
|Utah||Utah||1991||Anthony, Patricia. "The Holes Where Children Lie " in Eating Memories. Woburn, MA: First Books; Baltimore, MD: Old Earth Books (1997; c. 1991); pg. 151.|| "The sun has shattered Glick's mask and Leeds can read the colonel's face easily now. There is awe there, but over that are annoyance and incomprehension. He looks like a man who, upon finding the stone rolled away from Jesus's grave empty, has been asked about the time.
'If we stay here without airdrops, we'll all die eventually. I want you to get the wounded into the trucks. The uninjured can walk. I want you to take the people off the mountain. 'Take them to Flagstaff. They'll have to share once the problem's in their laps. I know they're getting supplies from Utah.' "
|Utah||Utah||1991||Wolverton, Dave. "Wheatfields Beyond " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 1.||"In the mornings Tana worked as a pretrial consultant for the Utah State Attorney General's Office, sorting men and women... Tana worked afternoons at the Utah State Prison... " [Many other references to Utah throughout this story; other refs. not in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||1991||Wolverton, Dave. "Wheatfields Beyond " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 7.||"'I hear you, just not awake this time in the morn'.' He spoke with a central Utah accent, rare in one so young, so that morn' rhymed with barn. He smiled, then began to laugh. "|
|Utah||Utah||1992||Dick, Philip K. Ubik. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1969); pg. 1.|| "At three-thirty A.M. on the night of June 5, 1992, the top telepath in the Sol System fell off the map in the office of Runciter Associates in New York City. That started videophones ringing. The Runciter organization had lost track of too many of Hollis' psis during the past two months; this added disappearance wouldn't do.
'Mr. Runciter? Sorry to bother you.' The technician in charge of the night shift... 'We got this news from one of our inertials. Let me look.' He fiddled with a disarranged stack of tapes from the recorder which monitored incoming messages. 'Our Miss Dorn reported it; as you may recall, she had followed him to Green River, Utah, where--' "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Anderson, Glenn L. "Shannon's Flight " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 221.|| "Before the turn of the century, mustang herds ran wild on the mesas near Dead Horse Point, which provided a natural corral for enterprising cowboys. Once driven onto the promontory, horses could escape only by passing through a narrow neck of land which the wranglers controlled by fencing. After roping and breaking the most marketable mustangs, cowboys shipped the horses back east for sale, leaving unwanted culls or 'broomtails' behind to find their own way off the mesa.
The Point gets its name from one such incident. According to legend, cowboys left behind a band of broomtails that stayed on the promontory. Although the corral gate was left open, the horses failed to make their way back to the open range. Remaining on the Point, they died of thirst within sight of the Colorado River, 2,000 feet below. To this day, the reason for their apparent entrapment remains a mystery.
--Del MacCrae, 'The Story of Dead Horse Point,' Tour Southern Utah "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Anderson, Glenn L. "Shannon's Flight " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 223.||Pg. 223: "Anyway, this time it was finished. All of it. The women, the booze, the cocaine. Even the gambling. No more. He was coming home, now. He had been so foolish, he had taken her for granted... they would move out of their trailer. Maybe leave Ogden altogether. Find some place better, some place she deserved.
...Moab offered Uncle Howard's winter home, and he and Maxine wouldn't be back to take up residence till after Thanksgiving. ";
Pg. 225: "'But if he can work a deal with the U. of U., he can dig for them on their permit...' "
Pg. 240: "'Well, I have to leave for Salt lake this afternoon, and I just got a wrench thrown in the works... They had some quilts accepted in a show in Utah County, so she has to go up there to get them hung. I could postpone my trip, but I hate to put these guys off. University money evaporates like gin at an Irish funeral.' " [Other refs. to Utah throughout story, most not in DB.]
|Utah||Utah||1993||Cummings, James. "Space People " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 53.||"They have just passed the city limits sign and are beginning to cross the salt desert when Cindy says she thinks she sees a bright, white light appear just on the horizon... A little later, when it's dark and the salt flats are gleaming on both sides of the road like an endless sea of milk, Cindy says, 'I hope we see it again.' " [Much of this story takes place on the Bonneville Sale Flats west of Salt Lake City. There are some other refs. to the salt flats, not in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||1993||DeChance, John. MagicNet. New York: William Morrow and Co. (1993); pg. 182.|| "The side of the canyon looked craggy and wild and the trees were gone.
'I don't know,' Jill said. 'I saw it change this time. It was sudden.'
'Are we heading for Vasquez again?'
'Maybe, but this looks more like Utah or Arizona than California.'
I had to agree--for the time being, anyway; because over the next few minutes the landscape underwent a gradual sea change. The coloration of rocks turned a few shades darker, losing pinks and tans and picking up grays and browns. The sky darkened as well. Watching produced a strange feeling, as if looking over the shoulder of an omnipotent creator in the at of creation.' "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Nicita, Carolyn. "Solitude " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 34.|| "...Idaho, lakes to small; Great Salt Lake, no volcanic activity. Lake Mead and the Gulf of California were too far south. The visions came slowly, mournfully.
After work, Chris went back to the aspen forest. She scooped Wing into her arms and carried him to the front seat of her mother's car.
They drove down the road that mimics Big Cottonwood Creek flowing to the Salt Lake Valley. Chris was able to pick out Highway 152 from Wing's winter view of the mountains. She drove slowly, looking at the shoulders to see if his companion might be among the roadkill. The alien had not told her where his friend might be; she could be anywhere.
What would it be like to fly through space? she wondered. She imagined herself, arms spread out, visiting quasars and nebulae. I would love to do that, she thought. Maybe he will teach me how. "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Nicita, Carolyn. "Solitude " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 35.||Pg. 35: "They approached the Lake Bonneville historical plaque.
...Lake Bonneville. Chris got out and read the sign. It was said that Lake Bonneville had existed 300 million years ago. Was it Lake Bonneville he had seen? When did it finally dry up? She knew from school and museums that the Great Salt Lake was a remnant... "; Pg. 36: "As she studies the maps, Chris learned that Lake Bonneville disappeared about 50 million years ago, before the Cenozoic Ice Ages. Sometimes the lake was small and sometimes it was huge, even extending into Idaho and Nevada and connecting to the Pacific Ocean. She explored the different maps and noticed where the mountain slopes had been. " [More about Lake Bonneville and Utah geography, not all in DB.]
|Utah||Utah||1993||Nicita, Carolyn. "Solitude " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 36.||"She searched for Wing's image and found the map that matched it most closely, a phase of Lake Bonneville about 60 million years ago that had lasted for only about 50 years. The mountains were different then as well. She compared it with the U.S. Geological Survey maps of present-day Wasatch Front. Then she put her imagination to work once more. She mentally pushed up mountains, evaporated the lake, creating Bonneville Salt Flats, leaving puddles; she rose mountains, changing the track of the Snake River, build Hoover, Deer Creek and Jordanelle Dams, and let the runoff from the Provo River trickle into Utah Lake... "; Also: pg. 37 mentions Morton Thiokol (which makes rocket boosters for the space shuttle); pg. 38-40 has a visit to Kennecott Copper mine, "the world's largest open-pit copper mine. The planet's largest open wound. You can even see it from space. "|
|Utah||Utah||1993||Simmons, Dan. "Entropy's Bed at Midnight " in Lovedeath. New York: Warner Books (1993); pg. 13.||"I'd gone skiing with Gwen. Not that weekend, but later. Telling Kay I had a conference in Louisville and flying out to Vermont or Utah. Gwen was a nice person in a myriad of small ways... "|
|Utah||Utah||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 152.|| "'Where are you headed?' asked the cop.
'West,' said Bremen, taking care not to shrug again...
'Where you coming from?'
Bremen squinted against the glare. A pickup passed them in a roar and cloud of grit, giving him a second. 'Salt Lake was the last place I stayed awhile.'
'What's your name?'
'Jeremy Goldmann,' Bremen said without a pause.
'How'd you get way out here on this country road without a car?'
Bremen made a motion with his hands. 'I hitched a ride on an eighteen-wheeler last night. I was sleeping this morning when the guy woke me an said I had to get out. This was back up the road a ways.' "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 155.||Pg. 155: "'Where'd you say you saw it? In the Denver paper?'
'Salt Lake,' said Bremen...
'That's right. Salt Lake.' She finally looked at the cop. 'By God, Howard, you do have my hired man back there. He wrote me last week sayin' the wages was agreeable to him and sayin' he was coming out for an interview. Salt Lake. Jeremy Goldmann.' ";
Pg. 157: "There would be nothing for Bremen in the town except a possible run-in with Howard. He had kept eighty-five cents after the last gas fill-up in Utah. Not enough to eat with. "; Pg. 158: "He was very tired, having slept only an hour or two in Utah the day before. "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 242.|| "Sometime after ten P.M. he reached Interstate 70 and turned wets again below Green River... Bremen passed only a few cars as he drove west through the Utah night.
He had stopped in Salina to use the last of his cash to buy gas and was heading west out of town on Highway 50 when he found himself behind a slow-moving state patrol cruiser. Bremen waited until he found a road branching off--Highway 89 as it turned out--and turned south on it.
He drove a hundred and twenty-five miles south, cut west again at Long Valley Junction, passed through Cedar City and over Interstate 15 just before dawn, continued west on State road 56, and found a place to park the Jeep out of sight behind some dry cottonwoods at a country rest stop east of Panaca, twenty miles across the state line into Nevada. "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Simmons, Dan. The Hollow Man. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 259.||"They landed before dawn to refuel. Bremen saw in the pilot's mind that the airfield was a private place north of Salt Lake... "|
|Utah||Utah||1993||Wilson, Robert Charles. The Harvest. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 287.||"He rode an expensive Nakamura mountian bike he had found in a store window in Wichita. The bike had grown dusty as he pedaled north on 15, crossing the border from Utah into Idaho. Last night, camped at an Exxon station, the boy had cleaned the bike with a damp rag. "|
|Utah||Utah||1993||Wilson, Robert Charles. The Harvest. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 300.|| "The caravan of ten dusty RVs and trailers, led by Colonel Tyler in a four-wheel-drive Ford pickup, turned south on Interstate 84 toward Utah.
Tyler drove with the windows rolled down, admiting a breeze so dry it made his lips bleed. He drove at a cautious, steady pace. Sometimes he felt fettered by the train of ponderous vehicles behind him. But it was a privilege, he thought, to blaze the trail. To see the way ahead.
The highway seemed wider for being empty. Periodically he passed an abandoned truck or car, and it was nice to know tht in an emergency the Committee could siphon gas from one of these. But no emergency arose. Most of the roadside gas stations had functional pumps, and Joey Commoner and Bob Ganish had been scrupulous about keeping the convoys engines in decent repair. "
|Utah||Utah||1993||Wilson, Robert Charles. The Harvest. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 348.||"'And it's strange, Matthew. It draws the attention. You ever been down to Moab? The canyonlands around there? Same kind of strangeness. Red rock, blue sky, and everything's too big...' "|
|Utah||Utah||1993||Wilson, Robert Charles. The Harvest. New York: Bantam (1993); pg. 300-301.|| "Tyler led them across the Great Basin into Utah, joined what had once been a populous stretch of I-15 north of Brigham City, then veered east on I-80 where the towns grew sparse again.
Tyler read the road maps with great care. He was worred about crossing the Rockies. I-80 skirted much of the mountains, followed the Union Pacific route through the Red Desert in Wyoming, but late or early storms had been known to strand unwary travellers.
He called a halt at a town named Emory and pressed on in the morning. The sky when he started his engine was bright with herringbone clouds.
The road climbed and subsided and began to climb again.
He felt better when the road wound away from civilization. Those empty towns were oppressive. Mountain and desert were simply eternal. Granite and sagebrush and cheat grass: invulnerable to all the discord that had dropped like bad magic out of a starry sky. "
|Utah||Utah||1994||Ing, Dean. "Anasazi " in Anasazi. New York: Tor (1987; c. 1979); pg. 220.||Pg. 220, 237: Four Corners [I.e., the point where New Mexico, Utah, Arizona and Colorado all meet.]|
|Utah||Utah||1994||Williams, Walter Jon. "Feeding Frenzy " in Wild Cards: Book II of a New Cycle: Marked Cards (George R. R. Martin, ed.) New York: Baen (1994); pg. 241.|| "So President Barnett might trip on a tombstone and fall down. Big deal. He'd get right up again, and go right to work on getting the Quarantine Bill passed.
And then all he needed to do was confirm a finding from the National Security Council, then sign an executive order, and every wild card in the country would be on his way to a nice new tent city on a federal reservation in some picturesque state like, say, Utah. "
|Utah||Utah||1995||Aldiss, Brian. "Becoming the Full Butterfly " in Supertoys Last All Summer Long. New York: St. Martin's Griffin (2001; c. 1995); pg. 212.||"Special units of the National Guard had been drafted in to control the crowds. Half of Utah and Arizona was cordoned off by razor wire. Counter-insurgency posts had been established.... Heligunships circled overhead, cracking the eardrums of Monument Valley with spiteful noise... Private automobiles were banned. They were corralled in huge parks as far north as Blanding, Utah; at Shiprock, New Mexico, in the east; and at Tuba City, Arizona, to the south. The Hopis and Navajos were making a killing. " [The most important location in the story is Monument Valley, in Utah, which becomes a focal point for an experiment that the entire world watches. Utah is mentioned by name just twice, but there are many refs. to Monument Valley throughout story, not in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||1995||Chalker, Jack L. The Cybernetic Walrus (Book One of The Wonderland Gambit). New York: Ballantine (1995); pg. 13.||[Referring to U.S. centers of high tech/software industry.] "Anyway, I went with this little startup in Seattle because I liked the area, liked the culture and the scenery. It was also a damned sight cheaper and cleaner than Silicon Valley, didn't make me feel like I was undressed in somebody else's church like central Utah, didn't have New England winters or south Florida's crime rate, and wasn't the government. "|
|Utah||Utah||1995||Chalker, Jack L. The Cybernetic Walrus (Book One of The Wonderland Gambit). New York: Ballantine (1995); pg. 155.||"'This would be great cover for one of those supersecret hidden bases or toxic sites or whatever, like the ones they had in Nevada. Probably not, though--you'd either have to have everybody commute in by air like there, much more obvious in central Washington than in Nevada, Utah, Arizona, places like that.. "|
|Utah||Utah||1995||Dick, Philip K. "The War with the Fnools " in The Golden Man. New York: Berkley (1980; c. 1968); pg. 166.|| "Captain Edgar Lightfoot of CIA said, 'Darn it, the Fnools are back again, Major. They've taken over Provo, Utah.'
With a groan, Major Hauk signaled his secretary to bring him the Fnool dossier from the locked archives. 'What form are they assuming this time?'...
'Tiny real-estate salesmen,' Lightfoot said.
Last time, Major Hauk reflected, it had been filing station attendants. That was the thing about the Fnools. When one took a particular shape they all took that shape. Of course, it made detection for CIA fieldmen much easier. But it did make the Fnools look absurd, and Hauk did not enjoy fighting an absurd enemy; it was a quality which tended to diffuse over both sides and even up to this own office.
'Do you think they'd come to terms?' Hauk said, half-rhetorically. 'We could afford to sacrifice Provo, Utah, if they'd be willing to circumscribe themselves there. We could even add those portions of Salt Lake City which are paved with hideous old red brick.' "
|Utah||Utah||1995||Dick, Philip K. "The War with the Fnools " in The Golden Man. New York: Berkley (1980; c. 1968); pg. 167.|| "No doubt, Major Hauk had ruminated, it was a survival factor. It disarmed the Fnool's opponents. Even the name. It was just not possible to take them seriously, even at this very moment when they were infesting Provo, Utah, in the form of miniature real-estate salesmen.
Hauk instructed, 'Capture a Fnool in this current guise, Lightfoot, bring it to me and I'll parley. I feel like capitulating, this time. I've been fighting them for twenty years now. I'm worn out.' "
|Utah||Utah||1995||Dick, Philip K. "The War with the Fnools " in The Golden Man. New York: Berkley (1980; c. 1968); pg. 168.|| "'...for instance, 'I've got to thoroughly masticate these data.' The Fnool won't know that--correct?'
'Yes, Major,' Captain Lightfoot sighed and left the CIA office at once, hurrying to the 'copter field across the street to begin his trip to Provo, Utah.
But he had a feeling of foreboding.
When his 'copter landed at the end of Provo Canyon on the outskirts of town, he was at once approached by a two-foot-high man in a gray business suit carrying a briefcase.
'Good morning, sir,' the Fnool piped. 'Care to look at some choice lots, all with unobstructed views? Can be subdivided int--'
'Get in the 'copter,' Lightfoot said, aiming his Army-issue .45 at the Fnool.'
'Listen, my friend,' the Fnool said, in a jolly tone of voice. 'I can see you've never really given any hardheaded thought to the meaning of our race having landed on your planet. Why don't we step into the office a moment and sit down?' " [More takes place in Utah, a major setting of this story.]
|Utah||Utah||1995||Hand, Elizabeth. Waking the Moon. New York: HarperPrism (1995); pg. 265.|| "'Uh, yeah. I'm your intern--I wasn't on the original list because I was doing a semester abroad in London. I'm at UCLA, studying film ethnography. My mom says to tell you hi.'
'Angelica.' There was a roaring in my eyes. 'Angelica is your mother.'
He nodded. 'See, originally I thought I had this summer fellowship at Sundance, but when that fell through my mom pulled some strings--my grandfather was good friends with Dr. Dvorkin, so Mom called him and they set this up--' "
|Utah||Utah||1995||Ing, Dean. The Big Lifters. New York: Tor (1988)||[Southern Utah is pictured in a map of the Southwestern United States placed before the main body of the book.]|
|Utah||Utah||1995||Ing, Dean. The Big Lifters. New York: Tor (1988); pg. 136.||Pg. 136: "The day before the maglev trials, Majid learned that the Buick's air conditioner was broken while crossing the Great Salt Lake Desert on U.S. 80... "; Pg. 200: "And on Thursday, as Zahra boarded a Greyhound for her last leg to Lansing; and Golam surrendered the wheel to Ali near Ogden, Utah; and Joey Weatherby watched a video in Wes's office of Delta One snatching a fifty-one load from a flatcar... "|
|Utah||Utah||1995||Scholz, Carter. "Radiance " in New Legends. Greg Bear (ed.) New York: Tor (1995); pg. 223.||"Who's this you're talking about, sounds like he's figured out that free markets are diplomacy by other means. Everyone, this is Jef Thorpe, postdoc from the University of Utah, he's here to look us over. Jef worked with Fish and Himmelhoch on cold fusion, and I just want to say don't believe everything you read in Nature, something's happening there, someday we'll look into it ourselves. Jef, Aron Kihara, our new press officer, takes the heat for my excesses. Bernd Dietz, materials and research... " [Other refs. to this character, not in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||1995||Scholz, Carter. "Radiance " in New Legends. Greg Bear (ed.) New York: Tor (1995); pg. 240.|| "--I came across it working for Fish and Himmelhoch [at the University of Utah], looking for a nuclear model to explain the cold fusion reaction. Okay, I know, the current wisdom is, there's no reaction, it's bogus, or if anything is happening it's electrochemical, fine. But you can model the process in a nuclear way, the phenomenon's called superradiance. The equations are quite similar. Highet saw the connection.
--To this? Highet told you about Superbright?
--Very sharp guy. "
|Utah||Utah||1995||Scholz, Carter. "Radiance " in New Legends. Greg Bear (ed.) New York: Tor (1995); pg. 251.||"Since Fish and Himmelhoch [University of Utah cold fusion project] I have to be very careful. They were crucified, just crucified, they're pariahs, their careers are finished. Anything to do with cold fusion is tainted, you may as well say you're working on perpetual motion. And I was on that team, I was in that lab. "|
|Utah||Utah||1996||Knight, Damon. Humpty Dumpty: An Oval. New York: Tor (1996); pg. 179.||Pg. 179: "The car broke down twice, once in Boulder and once in Salt Lake City. "; Pg. 223: "'That's the big leviathan we're living on. Its eyes are in Dubuque and Davenport, its brain is in Sioux City, its heart is in North Platte, and its cloacae are in the Great Sh-t Lake.' He laughed and I did too. After a minute he put his finger on the map and traced a route from west to east. "|
|Utah||Utah||1996||Knight, Damon. Humpty Dumpty: An Oval. New York: Tor (1996); pg. 248.|| "'Thank you very much, sir. We've been talking to Wellington Stout, live on the omnibus between Green River Utah and Gallup New Mexico. This is Ed Teller for Reality One.' He folded up his instrument, got up and backed away. At the next stop I saw him get off [the bus] in a flurry of snow.
Late in the afternoon, the bus pulled into a little town and stopped in front of a hotel. The driver said through his microphone, 'Folks, this is Mexican Hat, Utah. My relief driver isn't here, and I'm going to stop and have supper and get a night's rest. I'd advise you to do the same. There's enough rooms at the Peruvian Hotel right here or the Aurora Tourist Court across the road, and if you want to set up all night you can do it in the Peruvian lobby where it's warmer than this bus will be. Mexican Hat, all out.' " [More takes place here, pg. 249-258.]
|Utah||Utah||1996||Willis, Connie. Bellwether. New York: Bantam Spectra (1997; 1st ed. 1996); pg. 13.||"And nearly everybody at HiTek's working out of their field. Science has its fads and crazes, like everything else: string theory, eugenics, mesmerism. Chaos theory had been big for a couple of years, in spite of Utah and cold fusion, or maybe because of it, but both of them had been replaced by genetic engineering. If Dr. O'Reilly wanted grant money, he needed to give up chaos and build a better mouse. "|
|Utah||Utah||1997||Bear, Greg. The Forge of God. New York: Tor (1987); pg. 389.||"Smoky haze hung high over the valley from fires in the east: Idaho, Arizona, Utah. The morning sun glowered bright orange through the pall, casting all Yosemite in a dreamy shadow-light the color of Apocalypse. "|
|Utah||Utah||1997||Hand, Elizabeth. Glimmering. New York: HarperCollins (1997); pg. 325.||"'A secret Japanese research project to create biological weapons during World War II. They were headquartered near Dzoraangad, in Mongolia. The Gobi Desert. Hundreds of thousands of people were killed--Chinese, Koreans, Mongolians. Some Europeans and Americans, too. They were experimenting with bubonic plague, with nerve gas and anthrax and cholera. The Geneva Convention had banned biological warfare, so the Japanese figured this must be some pretty intense sh--. In 1937 they formed Unit 909. They were trying to come up with new pathogens to use against the United States in the war. They were all kinds of... even sent balloons across the Pacific Ocean, to drop canisters of plague-bearing fleas in the United States. Two years ago they found the remains of one of the balloons in Utah . . .' "|
|Utah||Utah||1998||Dick, Philip K. Time Out of Joint. New York: Random House (2002; c. 1959); pg. 182.||"He studied the license plates tacked to the rear door of the first truck. Ten plates from ten states. Across the Rockies, the Utah Salt Flat, into the Nevada Desert . . . snow in the mountains, hot glaring air in the flatlands. "|
|Utah||Utah||1999||Cerasini, Marc. Godzilla 2000. New York: Random House (1997); pg. 235.||Pg. 235: "There would never be a better time to fight the monster, either. Godzilla was entering a remote area of Utah, where lives and property would not be endangered by an attack.
Still, as he had done for weeks, the president held them back... ";
Pg. 238: "In the end, the attack against Godzilla was delayed for many weeks, mostly because of the actions of the governor of Utah. In a political and constitutional battle, the governor forbade military action within the borders of his state. Editorial writers and television journalists all over the country sided with Governor Constable, and the attack was finally postponed until Godzilla left Utah. "
|Utah||Utah||2000||Renado, Trevor. "Get a Lifestyle " in Circa 2000: Gay Fiction at the Millennium (Robert Drake & Terry Wolverton, eds). Los Angeles, CA: Alyson Pub. (2000); pg. 327.||"But as far as actually dating porn actors goes, I don't recommend it. My relationship with Jeff Stryker (star of Powertool, in case you live in Utah or something) was a disaster. "|
|Utah||Utah||2002||Bear, Greg. Vitalis. New York: Ballantine (2002); pg. 166.||"I stood before the freezer chest and looked more closely at the two maps. Red and blue pushpins marked locations on both. I leaned forward. In Siberia, a red pushpin had been stabbed into the northern end of Lake Baikal. Red pins also marked parts of Southern California, Utah--the Great Sale Lake--and Yellowstone. "|
|Utah||Utah||2002||Dalton-Woodbury, Kathleen. "Signs and Wonders " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 163.||Pg. 163: "The sun glinted off of the Great Salt Lake as they headed west on North Temple Street. Could she really expect to see anything? But they took a turn he didn't recognize, away from I-80, and he realized they were going to the small plane airport. "; Pg. 164: "Below them green, yellow, and rust-colored water lapped against Black Rock, the lake high again in its cycle of rise and fall. And to the west, the salt flats beckoned with their latest, unfinished works of art. They passed over the concrete 'tree' and the tall 'tower of technobabble' and all the other 'statements' that mingled with billboards along the shabby, hole-pocked interstate. " [Entire story takes place in and around Salt Lake City. Many other refs., not all in DB.]|
|Utah||Utah||2002||Le Guin, Ursula K. The Lathe of Heaven. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons (1971); pg. 78.||"Curious, in this life they hadn't had a trial marriage, he and Donna. There was no such thing, legally speaking, in the post-Plague years. There was full marriage only. In Utah, since the birth rate was still lower than the death rate, they were even trying to reinstitute polygamous marriage, for religious and patriotic reasons. "|
|Utah||Utah||2004||Dick, Philip K. The Zap Gun. New York: Bluejay Books (1985; c. 1965); pg. 56.||"'General Nitz said yes, he realized that you could always 'coat. He appreciated your position. In fact the military on the Board, at their special closed session at Festung Washington, D.C. last Wednesday had discussed this. And General Nitz's staff reported that they had three more weapons fashion designers standing by. Three new mediums which that psychiatrist at the Wallingford Clinic at St. George, Utah had turned up.' "|
|Utah||Utah||2005||Bell, M. Shayne. "The Shining Dream Road Out " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 68.||Pg. 68: "So I buckled myself into the Driving-Simulation Unit and started connecting my head to Happy Pizza's central computer, which would connect to Salt Lake County's virtual-reality road map of the valley... And a virtual-reality vision of southbound Interstate 15 settled over my mind: the section just past the 600 South on-ramp and the Salt Lake City skyscrapers east and the derelict houses west and a sunset shining red on rain clouds above... "; Pg. 72: "Before long I was past Draper and the prison and going up the Point of the Mountain doing 102 and when I hit the top, the VR blanked out and a screen came up that said 'You are not a driver authorized to enter the Utah County Driver Simulation Net,' which meant I didn't have the right kind of access to make the Salt Lake County net network me over to the Utah County net... " [Many other refs. to Utah throughout story, many but not all in DB.]|