The Lani People

ISBN: 1419168665
ISBN 13: 9781419168666
By: J.F. Bone

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They exported the Lani to every planet in the galaxy. Who wants to be bothered by a woman when you can get a whole harem of Lani so cheap? All Lani are exactly like women with one minor "addition". All happy only in the natural naked state. All expertly trained to make a man feel like a god. You specify pedigree - Say Silver Dawn out of White Magic for a platinum-blonde model, or you can take your pick from the adoring herd. The Lani People is the startling story of a planet that applied new scientific knowledge to techniques of breeding, and came up with a system that revolutionized society.

Reader's Thoughts

Michael Healy

Classic science fiction for all the good and bad that entails. A progressive meaning message that just comes across as painfully backwards today.Beyond that it was serviceable but not particularly notable.


Someone pointed this out to me because my name is in the title - of course, I *had* to read it. I was expecting a terrible pseudo-raunchy tale from the cover art on my copy.Instead, I was pleasantly surprised by a science fiction tale that kept me interested with the thoughts of future space exploration and the morals and ethics we might be forced to apply if we go down certain paths.I liked the story.Take this with a grain of salt. I haven't read enough sci-fi to compare against other stories and I have a feeling that die-hard sci-fi fans may consider this mediocre, but it's a quick read, so I'd urge you to give it a try.Note that it can be legally found for free online, so you don't even have to find a copy in a store! :)


This novel is set in the far future when faster-than-light travel is commonplace and humanity rules an interstellar empire that enslaves non-human sentient life. The protagonist, Dr. Kennon, takes a job as a veterinarian on a planet that breeds the Lani. Blessed with fur and conspicuous tails, the Lani are otherwise humanoid but treated as chattel. Even so, Dr. Kennon falls in love with one of the Lani, and discovers evidence that they might be of human descent, and therefore human under the empire’s laws. Can he use this knowledge to free the Lani? That would be telling. I found this book in a cheap Kindle anthology of science fiction. Written early in the 20th century, this genuine pulp-era sci-fi novel comes complete with dreadful writing technique and nearly non-existent characterization. It also reflects the American mentality at the time, which implicitly accepted sexism, colonialism, and the notion that any extraterrestrial “others” would have no rights. However, it is remarkable in one respect—reading it can’t fail to provoke thoughts about what it means to be human. This, in my view, redeems the book.


The Lani People by Jesse F. Bone (2000)


I liked it. I took a course from the author at Oregon State University. I have the Bantam Books edition published in March, 1962.

John Hawkins

A charming little story if you don't let the pulp silliness get to you. The description is a great deal sillier than the story itself, though I guess that had written to sell the book. Raises some interesting issues without making a big thing of them. A good yarn as well, even if it does feel a little disjointed and unfinished in places.

N Desai

Absolutely amazing book with a brilliant sci-fi concept, well-developed world especially for a standalone novella, and gut-wrenching twists every step of the way! Highly recommended to anyone who has ever enjoyed a sci-fi book—the science is not particularly central to the book's themes, so really its accessible to anyone!

Erik Graff

Moving to Park Ridge, Illinois in the middle of fifth grade and then again from one part of that town, and one school district, to another in sixth grade, was very disruptive. A poor country boy compared to the rich suburban sophisticates, I didn't fit in. Besides, my parents were left-leaning Democrats, Mom not even a real American, so I wore funny clothes and had many funny ideas. I was also falling swiftly behind in the height race, already being the smallest boy in class. Others were playing sports and beginning to flirt with girls. I was rejected for all teams and increasingly shy of girls unless they were very tall--freaks like me. Still, underneath I was normal, which is to say sex crazed--increasingly neurotically so as time went on.My "best friends" at this time and until high school were marginal characters like myself. Two of them, the Bloomdahls, were also "foreign"--Swedish in their case, Norwegian in mine--and unpopular. They also happened to be neighbors, just four blocks away from our home. While they did not share my interest in reading or in science fiction, they did share an interest in art. The older brother and I were even in the same French class, inspiring us to draw a cartoon, an ever-growing one, about the adventures of our Morman teacher, Mr. Kendrick, in his secret base in the middle of an extinct volcano on an island inhabited, for reasons never explained, only by beautiful Polynesian women--a concept I went on to expand as a single-spaced typed novel.The influences on the Kendrick character were several. One, obviously, was the movie Dr. No (1962), the first James Bond film. Another, less obvious, was Bone's The Lani People.I hadn't thought of this novel for years, but in order to recapture the past for the sake of GoodReads I've been going through page after page of Bantam Book covers, looking for familiar ones. The sight of the naked Lani People--all female and all, sadly, from the backside--brought back these deeply repressed memories. I don't remember the novel much, whether it was satirical or actually serious, but I certainly do remember the cover and how I obtained the thing.Mr. Bloomdahl, my friends' dad and a loyal Svithiod, often took us to Chicago's Old Town which, back in the early to mid-sixties, was the sole foothold of the counterculture in Chicago. There were beats there and their descendants, the hippies. There were headshops, junk shops, hookah bars, cafes and new and used bookstores. I found this book in one of those places and, feeling anonymous, perhaps emboldened by the presence of friends, bought the science fiction novel with the sexiest cover.

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