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james_davis_nicollI regret not including authors' names before this but not so much that I am going to go back and add them.
Young Girl At An Open Half Door by Frederick Saberhagen
This is a variation on a kind of salvage archaeology seen in SF, where the archaeologists use a time machine and the disaster, whatever it is, is in our future. I'll excuse the protagonist for acting like a daffy loon since he was drugged but why would a woman of the future fall for him? Serious question as the sound quality on this was such that I could not make out what she was saying.
The Language Of Love by Robert Sheckley
It's pretty obvious that our young academic's quest to master love is going to go horribly wrong from the start, particularly since the race whose language of love he wants to master died out and that certainly cannot help but be relevant to the plot. The question is how will it go wrong?
When you read the bits about him mastering physical love, try not to dwell on the fact that the only other person on the planet is a nearly-toothless old man.
Desertion by Clifford D. Simak
Apparently I've mispronouncing Simak's name for 41 years*. This is from a series of stories that were collected under the title City, whose running theme is "good intentions, horrible outcomes". In fact, this particular story of transformation and exploration is an important step towards the almost complete extinction of humanity and its replacement by robots, intelligent dogs and much later, the Ants. The dogs and the robots are nice enough that it does not seem like such a tragedy.
What I wondered during this was at what point did our perception of Jupiter move away from it having some kind of solid surface?
* "Trouble with Tycho", which was included in the Ace Science Fiction Reader with "Empire Star", the first Samuel R. Delaney I ever read, and "The Last Castle", the first Jack Vance I ever read.
For the record, I don't actually remember the name of the first woman I dated in university, although at one point I did know it. Come to think of it, technically she never actually dumped me [1] so it's kind of rude I cannot for the life of me remember her name. Had an L in it, I think.
1: She used what I call the Opossum Method, which is to just stop responding to any communication and hope I'll take the hint.
Young Girl At An Open Half Door by Frederick Saberhagen
This is a variation on a kind of salvage archaeology seen in SF, where the archaeologists use a time machine and the disaster, whatever it is, is in our future. I'll excuse the protagonist for acting like a daffy loon since he was drugged but why would a woman of the future fall for him? Serious question as the sound quality on this was such that I could not make out what she was saying.
The Language Of Love by Robert Sheckley
It's pretty obvious that our young academic's quest to master love is going to go horribly wrong from the start, particularly since the race whose language of love he wants to master died out and that certainly cannot help but be relevant to the plot. The question is how will it go wrong?
When you read the bits about him mastering physical love, try not to dwell on the fact that the only other person on the planet is a nearly-toothless old man.
Desertion by Clifford D. Simak
Apparently I've mispronouncing Simak's name for 41 years*. This is from a series of stories that were collected under the title City, whose running theme is "good intentions, horrible outcomes". In fact, this particular story of transformation and exploration is an important step towards the almost complete extinction of humanity and its replacement by robots, intelligent dogs and much later, the Ants. The dogs and the robots are nice enough that it does not seem like such a tragedy.
What I wondered during this was at what point did our perception of Jupiter move away from it having some kind of solid surface?
* "Trouble with Tycho", which was included in the Ace Science Fiction Reader with "Empire Star", the first Samuel R. Delaney I ever read, and "The Last Castle", the first Jack Vance I ever read.
For the record, I don't actually remember the name of the first woman I dated in university, although at one point I did know it. Come to think of it, technically she never actually dumped me [1] so it's kind of rude I cannot for the life of me remember her name. Had an L in it, I think.
1: She used what I call the Opossum Method, which is to just stop responding to any communication and hope I'll take the hint.
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Date: 2012-09-29 04:04 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2012-09-29 01:07 pm (UTC)(I can think of some who might like it. But I have weird friends.)
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Date: 2012-10-01 07:05 am (UTC)I took a girl on a first date to Panic in Needle Park.
(In my defense:
a) I was only 17; and
b) in those far-off days, my town had relatively few entertainment options...)