Miles Bader wrote:
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> `Not a real reader'? That's a bit um, presumptious...
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I don't thnk so. I formed this judgment of myself some years
ago when I saw my sister ripping through a stand of historical
romances while on vacation. I told her, "You're a real reader,
I'm a faux reader" ... traipsing down to the beach with
my "book not to read" as my brother put it.
BTW, I read _The Skylark of Space_ recently. Interesting really
as a time capsule, being a seminal work of science fiction as
it was, although it was engaging in parts.
The technical premise is very close to that of the movie, Explorers,
which was presumably inspired thereby. The discovery scene was very
similar as well. One important difference though. In the book the
technomagic is a simple bar of copper which by a certain reaction
is self-impelled with great force and speed. The ship is mechanically
attached to it and dragged along. In the movie, a bubble is formed
and anything in it simply stays inside its inertia free zone as it
zips about.
Relativity is explicitly brushed aside as the Skylark soars at
many times the speed of light. Even so, the numbers given do not
add up from a Newtonian view, either. It accelerates at some few
g's ( which knocks out the crew, but doesn't kill them ) for
48 hours, and ends up hundreds of light years away. Actually,
you'd have to accelerate at 1 g for a year to reach C, and so
12 g's for a month, after which you'd be 1/2 light year away.
Well of course, whatever!
Interestingly, one such superlative was consistent with another
datum. It was stated that "the Skylark tore through the reaches
of interstellar space with an unthinkable, almost incalcuable
velocity, beside which the velocity of light was as that
of a snail to that of a rifle bullet." So I figured -
hummana hummana - 300000 C, and sure enough, they were
making "one light-year per minute" 3e7/60 = 500000 C .
Well, as silly as it all was, it did set the tone of erotic
abandon which was more to the point. With two pairs of lovers
on board, they reach an insanely fascist paradise where they
submit to the ultimate climax - a fabulous double wedding.
They show not the slightest hesitation at submitting to a
public mind scan designed to reveal their moral fitness -
"Any person whose graphs show moral turpitude is shot."
A kept waiting for some trouble to develop out of this,
but the author was as sanguine as his characters.
Then in lieu of a wedding night, we segue quickly
into a fight with a gigantic "karlon" - "... Seaton
focused the attractor and threw on the power, jerking
the beast upward and backward. As it saw the puny size
of the skylark it opened its cavernous mouth and rushed
to attack." Oh my!
This whole segment was very reminiscent of Burrough's
Barsoom, almost to the point of imitation.
So ... on to the Lensman series? Gee, I don't know.
Lew Mammel, Jr.<!-- ~MESSAGE_AFTER~ -->
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