This is a novel of rare beauty, and it is also my favorite kind of science fiction, so good and so true to itself that it turns into fine art. (more…)
This book is visionary. Okay, we don’t have personal watch-phones; we have personal phone-watches instead. Big deal.
The trajectory of this book, the whiff of cynicism, menace, strangeness, and internationalism, and its arguments about power are still relevant and can still explain whole swaths of the world as it looks today. (more…)
Like the Tao Te Ching, this is a collection of short, powerful statements. If only Aurelius had a sense of humor like Lao Tzu, or as generous a view of life. Still, some of the chapters have have a cold, wintery beauty about them. Best read as poetry rather than any consistent statement of philosophy. Only readable in small bites, which makes it perfect for the subway.
The War of the Worlds may not be the greatest science fiction novel ever written, but it is possibly the purest.
Stately, economical prose, sometimes reaching delightful peaks of intensity and suspense. Grand, cleanly-thought-out ideas whose full expression produces in the reader a sense of wonder. A plot whose primary function is to showcase the grand ideas in a dramatic fashion. And passages on science that are short, speculative essays.