In the past couple of weeks I’ve taken to picking up old paper back sci-fi novels at the used book store.
In particular, ones penned in the 60‘s and 70‘s, with yellowed paper and original cover prices in the $1 range by authors I’ve never heard of before. 140 page pocket book super-quick-read novellas. You know the kind, with that garage sale water damaged look.
With very few exceptions, today’s modern authors I find myself grumbling at for their lack of insight or any sort of worldly knowledge. Authors from decades ago however, at least the random handful I’ve picked up so far, seem to actually know things, to have lived a bit before deciding to be story-tellers. Products of a more robust time.
The ones which come easily to hand in the first thirty seconds of perusal, not examined too closely before purchasing, carry a sort of fortune cookie quality.
The first two featured main characters who had subtle reality-bending psi abilities, interacting with broken worlds they seek to change and survive. This is a growing element of my own life at the moment. It was interesting to see authors thinking through the problems presented, and I’ve actually been able to glean a few bits of practical.., advice?
The next visit to the shop offered a couple of books which were a bit disturbing; featuring stories about post-collapse American societies where hard living is eked out against scarred backdrops of the far future. Those ones made me feel anxious, so I put them back. “Ugh! No thank-you! I’m not thrilled by the idea of being fortune cookied that kind of advice.”
I came home with the one I’m reading now, about a strange Matrix-like society where about 10% of the population can bleed, but the rest are flat-personality artificial constructs collectively maintaining a comfy bubble world made out of lies and soothing illusions. The children growing up in this world are trying to break through the veil of their false reality to discover the Bitter Truth. -Hardly ground-breaking stuff, even back in the 70‘s, but the message is clear enough.
Just thought I’d share.
In particular, ones penned in the 60‘s and 70‘s, with yellowed paper and original cover prices in the $1 range by authors I’ve never heard of before. 140 page pocket book super-quick-read novellas. You know the kind, with that garage sale water damaged look.
With very few exceptions, today’s modern authors I find myself grumbling at for their lack of insight or any sort of worldly knowledge. Authors from decades ago however, at least the random handful I’ve picked up so far, seem to actually know things, to have lived a bit before deciding to be story-tellers. Products of a more robust time.
The ones which come easily to hand in the first thirty seconds of perusal, not examined too closely before purchasing, carry a sort of fortune cookie quality.
The first two featured main characters who had subtle reality-bending psi abilities, interacting with broken worlds they seek to change and survive. This is a growing element of my own life at the moment. It was interesting to see authors thinking through the problems presented, and I’ve actually been able to glean a few bits of practical.., advice?
The next visit to the shop offered a couple of books which were a bit disturbing; featuring stories about post-collapse American societies where hard living is eked out against scarred backdrops of the far future. Those ones made me feel anxious, so I put them back. “Ugh! No thank-you! I’m not thrilled by the idea of being fortune cookied that kind of advice.”
I came home with the one I’m reading now, about a strange Matrix-like society where about 10% of the population can bleed, but the rest are flat-personality artificial constructs collectively maintaining a comfy bubble world made out of lies and soothing illusions. The children growing up in this world are trying to break through the veil of their false reality to discover the Bitter Truth. -Hardly ground-breaking stuff, even back in the 70‘s, but the message is clear enough.
Just thought I’d share.