At its worst, science fiction reads like the desperate escapism of lonely boys whose only connection to high school sport was having their head slammed into a locker each morning by members of the football team. It reaches for wild, fantastic landscapes where heroic spacemen wearing glasses and a retainer zap cowering underlings in helmets and shoulder pads with a ray gun. At the other extreme, however, is science fiction that reaches into the human condition to expose universal truths. Along the way, it has an uncanny knack of predicting the future…
At its worst, science fiction reads like the desperate escapism of lonely boys whose only connection to high school sport was having their head slammed into a locker each morning by members of the football team. It reaches for wild, fantastic landscapes where heroic spacemen wearing glasses and a retainer zap cowering underlings in helmets and shoulder pads with a ray gun. At the other extreme, however, is science fiction that reaches into the human condition to expose universal truths. Along the way, it has an uncanny knack of predicting the future…
