…you can’t get your childhood back.
As someone in my early twenties when it came back, I was a lot less impressed than the kids at the time. After the duds that were Eps 1-3, I’ll probably wait for it to be free on television.
…you can’t get your childhood back.
As someone in my early twenties when it came back, I was a lot less impressed than the kids at the time. After the duds that were Eps 1-3, I’ll probably wait for it to be free on television.
Encouraging thoughts from David Brin on what he calls the “best year for space since the 70s.”
More thoughts on my USA Today piece, over at Ricochet.
It’s essentially illegal. My latest column, about NASA in the movies and in real life, at USA Today.
Movies like “Truth.”
When you’ve lost Vox…
Also, reminder. Mary Mapes, still stupid after all these years.
Here’s news you can use: You’re pronouncing them wrong.
I’ve never had a problem with Don Quixote, but shouldn’t “quixotic” be pronounced “Key-ah-tik”? Because Brit Hume said “quix-o-tic” the other day.
There’s a new, free downloadable anthology out. Looks potentially interesting.
Thoughts on his suggested reading list:
Ideological diversity in science fiction and fantasy was a given in the seventies. We are hopelessly homogenistic in comparison to them.
The program of political correctness of the past several decades has made even writers like Ray Bradbury and C. L. Moore all but unreadable to an entire generation. The conditioning is so strong, some people have almost physical reactions to the older stories now.
All part of the reason that I don’t read anywhere near as much SF as I did as a kid.
Yes, those on the blacklist really were communists, and were trying to subvert the culture. And yes, there was something wrong with that.
Now, of course, you’re blacklisted in Hollywood for opposing socialism.
…from George RR Martin:
Mariner’s findings thrilled scientists around the world and gave us a detailed and accurate picture of the nature of the inner planets, but for the readers and writers of science fiction, the excitement was mingled with disillusionment and dismay. This was not the Mars we wanted. This was not the Venus of our dreams.
I never wrote that Mars story. Nor any stories on Venus, or Mercury, or any of the worlds of the “lost” solar system of my youth, the worlds that had provided the setting for so many wonderful tales during the 30s, 40s and 50s. In that I was not alone. After Mariner, our genre moved to the stars in a big way, searching for the colourful exotic settings and alien races that could no longer be found here “at home”.
I think that there’s still too much romanticism about the planet.