Here's a review of the novel I wrote for Bikernet dot com some time ago.
I wouldn't read too much into the story. Like Corny being anything more than a shortened nickname. Nicknames are predominant in biker culture.
It's just a solid, well written action/adventure tale, unusual in that it features an outlaw biker and motorcycles.
Damnation Alley by Roger Zelany
A well written sci-fi novel of a not totally unlikely future.
Sometime in the future?
Hell Tanner is the last of the Hells Angels left alive in California.
As a dubious alternative to life imprisonment he is offered a pardon to drive a radiation proof armoured car from Cali to Boston. Boston has a plague and only Cali still has any anti serum left.
The small problem is that the bit of America that lies between the two states is now a radioactive wasteland full of mutant monsters and savage humans.
What’s so great about this novel is Tanner himself. He’s been locked up for murder, extortion, rape, trading in human slaves, you name it and he’s done it. He’s mean, dirty and has a general dislike of just about everyone he meets. That attitude lasts until the final page. No changing into Mr Nice guy as the story progresses. The action is fast and furious. More than enough to keep the reader interested.
Whether in the armed to the teeth tank he’s driving, at rest stops along the way or later, on a bike, Tanner is the tough biker outlaw till the very end.
I loved this book when I was a teenager and I still love it today. Dated by modern ideas of sci-fi it nevertheless is one of the few ever written that features a biker outlaw as the main anti hero.
Roger Zelany MUST have ridden bikes when he wrote this.
I have spoken to real Angels who grudgingly admit that Damnation Alley was a great book. Can’t have better praise than that.
I suspect it may be long out of print, but keep an eye out in used bookstores or sites for books online and you may get lucky. There are worst ways to spend a rainy weekend than reading this novel.
Note: The book was made into an absolutely fking ‚ awful movie in the late 70’s. Starring George Peppard and a young Jan Michael Vincent it had NOTHING to do with the novel in any way shape or form, except the names of the characters and the fact they were driving a weird looking vehicle. Why they even made the movie is a mystery to me. Don’t bother looking it up folks, there are no bikers in it at all, unless you count Vincent on a small trail bike for one short scene.
Cheers: Jaqhama.