Post by Mark Sieber on Feb 3, 2020 21:57:57 GMT
Last night while so many were watching the game and anxiously awaiting the commercials, I read Heinlein's The Green Hills of Earth to Clara. It is easily my favorite SF short story. No other story depicts the adventure, the passion, the romanticism, and of course the poetry of space travel as well as this one. Not anything by Clarke, Asimov, even Bradbury. I am largely ignorant of most Science Fiction after around 1980, but no matter how wonderful the stories have been since then, none can match the historical significance of Heinlein.
The Green Hills of Earth is about Rhysling, the spacefaring poet whose words encapsulated the author's vision of the future. It's a beautiful but heartbreaking story. Read it. Weep. Then tell me you don't care for Science Fiction.
The Green Hills of Earth is about Rhysling, the spacefaring poet whose words encapsulated the author's vision of the future. It's a beautiful but heartbreaking story. Read it. Weep. Then tell me you don't care for Science Fiction.
