I knew, from my frequent excursions to the public library, that science fiction was the domain of beat-up paperbacks with lurid art and adventures to match. It’s the catalyst that pushed me from being a fan of science fiction to wanting to write it myself.” “This book changed me, in the sort of way that only books can do. I walked in there, with my Star Wars notebook and my Star Trek sensibilities and my brain full of role-playing games, and I felt like I’d beat the system. Instead, I enrolled in an elective course: Science Fiction and Fantasy. I was sick of morality tales about brooding men and tragic women, of five-paragraph essays and teachers who didn’t sympathize with my indignation toward how Odysseus treated Penelope. I was in the thick of adolescence, and in a fit of who-cares-about-college rebellion, I’d abandoned Honors English. I wasn’t around when the book made waves in 1969, but ripples remained in 2001, that most futuristic of years. ” one of my colleagues began, but she, too, had to stretch for words.
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