Showing posts with label speculative fiction not-so-shorts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label speculative fiction not-so-shorts. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Why I Read What I Read

I just had a sort of mini-epiphany that I thought I'd share.

Said epiphany pertains to why I read what I read. Executive summary: I read (mostly) the sort of books that I would have read when I was ten years old if I had had the attention span that I do now. To clarify: I first got heavily into the science fiction genre when I was about ten years old. That was the age I was when the first Star Wars movie came out; it was also about the age I was when I discovered the original Star Trek series in syndication. It was also about this time that I discovered that SF wasn't just a movie genre and a TV genre - it was a literary genre as well. I discovered in books like The People's Almanac and magazines like Starlog (both of which I still remember with enormous fondness) that there were actually books by people with names like H.G. Wells and Arthur C. Clarke that, broadly speaking, dealt with the same kinds of situations that my then-favorite movies and TV shows did. Here's what happened when I got my hands on one of those books and tried to read it, however: I remember being ten or perhaps a little older and getting a copy of Wells' The Time Machine and trying to read it (if you haven't read it, click on the boldface title you just saw - it will take you to Project Gutenberg's ebook version and you can read it there (seriously, do it - it's really good and it's actually a not-very-long and pretty fast-paced novella - if you just had breakfast you should be able to finish it before lunch time)) and saying to myself (keep in mind I'm ten here), "Oh my God! This is so long!" This is of course pretty laughable to me now, but looking at it from another perspective, you can say it was pretty good of a kid that age to even attempt a a classic piece of fiction like that at that age when it wasn't assigned in school or anything.

So - back on topic - why am I reading so much Wells and Clarke and Harlan Ellison and Thomas More these days? Because, like I said, they're authors I wanted to read when I was ten, but couldn't.

Just wish I could decide whether that's a good thing or not.

  

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Speculative Fiction Not-So-Shorts: A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay

Okay, I realize that, up until now, I've almost exclusively posted short stories or poems in my Speculative Fiction features. But this one's different. This one's special. This is one of C.S. Lewis' favorite novels. This is one of Philip Jose Farmer's favorite novels. This is one of Alan Moore's favorite novels. This is, believe it or not, one of Harold Fucking Bloom's favorite novels - loved it so much he even wrote a sequel to it, as a matter of fact (and dig on that groovy cover, willya?). This is the one and only, hyperbole-inducing, sui generis science fantasy classic...

A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay

Dude. I'm so there.



Art by Bob Pepper