A fun series of essays that teaches a bit of astronomy and physics by hypothesizing different scenarios for the origin of the earth-moon system.
I’m on an English Catholic Fabulist streak. I recently recommended Neil Gaiman’s Sandman to a friend, which reminded me that Gaiman much admires Chesterton, so, interrupting Lewis' Space Trilogy, I read The Napoleon of Notting Hill (e-texts of Chesterton’s works at dmu.ac.uk.) I might have said English Catholic Moralists but that Chesterton and Lewis are wonderfully entertaining writers (in very different ways) and terrific storytellers, which mere Moralists usually are not.
Very funny send up of academic types and the contrast between british and american styles.
Bleah. Maybe real fans would like it. I liked the Sirens of Titan and Cat’s Cradle, that’s it.
What an odd book! A melancholy erudite prolix meditation on the follies of the drive to procreation, or rather, the act of procreation.
Perhaps it is more profound than that. But after an initial flush of pleasure I found it tedious.
Fascinatingly nasty. Difficult to read the made-up language. The language gets easier as you get used to it, just as you get more into Alex' mind.