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Bezig met laden... Way station (origineel 1963; editie 2000)door Clifford D. Simak
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Ahh 😌 I love the quietness of Simak's writing. He deals with big questions calmly, he's enchanting and optimistic, but tinged with sadness, opening majestic vistas while acknowledging the transitoriness of life and the inevitability of change. I think the sadness is in the limitedness of individual experience, the optimism in the potential of collective growth, and his magic is in seeking to reconcile us to both realities. First, it is a page turner! That era of sci fi authors were really good at producing stuff that was easy to read and made you want to keep reading, even when the content was pretty unoriginal. I guess for me I did enjoy it but it feels pretty lightweight of a book - the engagement with the ideas he brings up just feels very limited, mostly asking a few questions but not really working it through. There's a small strange diversion about "shadow people" which are like... Avatars he made up using magic? That he talks to to stop being lonely? It was the only engagement with the obvious issue of loneliness but it was really bizarre - it felt like excerpts from a story on a totally different theme. And then there's a magical deaf-mute girl - yes, literally magical - whose ending point is very obvious when another magical thing is introduced. She is unable to communicate or be communicated with outside of rudimentary gestures, which makes the tropey use of a magical disabled character feel that much more uncomfortable than it already does. Like, there is a lot of potential with "guy manning an interstellar waystation" but it just doesn't feel like it goes past that. The galactic council is only sketched out but I kept getting hung up on how weird the whole system of transport was (like, there seems to be what, maybe 1 being a day going through his waystation, on average? Which suggests this is a super luxury, expensive thing. But there's just casual people going through to a random festival. But the way the routes are described means you'd think a *lot* of people would have to go through to this same festival. But they don't! It feels like the author didn't think through the scale at all, which I realise sounds daft, but... idk it bugged me). There's some stuff brought up about the weird emotions of being an alien to humans and a human to aliens and where he feels he belongs but there's minimal follow through - it feels like the author just couldn't handle the complexity of emotions and was reduced to just gesturing at the concept. And the ending is just daft. Like, overall I enjoyed my time with it, but I'm not sure that I'd ever recommend it over any other sci fi book from the era because it doesn't really deliver on ideas or literaryness I had fond memories of Way Station, but it has not aged well, or perhaps more accurately, SF has matured a lot in 60 years. To its credit, this jumps right into the central idea -- one human running a way station for alien travelers passing through on their way to a big universe Earth is not part of. And it tries to get away from the pulp adventure Simak arose from. But in its place is endless navel gazing, a much too neat and not credible plot resolution that is obvious long before the end, and a denouement that seems forced in the extreme. Disappointing. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
Onderdeel van de uitgeversreeks(en)Delta Pocket (9) — 10 meer Is opgenomen inThe Works of Clifford D. Simak Volume Two : Good Night, Mr. James and Other Stories; Time and Again; and Way Station door Clifford D. Simak Obras estelares de la ciencia ficcion: El hombre del bicentenario; Estacion de transito (Serie Hugo) door Isaac Asimov American Science Fiction: Four Classic Novels 1960-1966 (LOA #321): The High Crusade / Way Station / Flowers for Algernon / . . . And Call Me Conrad (The Library of America) door Gary K. Wolfe PrijzenOnderscheidingenErelijsten
Hugo Award Winner: In backwoods Wisconsin, an ageless hermit welcomes alien visitors--and foresees the end of humanity . . . Enoch Wallace is not like other humans. Living a secluded life in the backwoods of Wisconsin, he carries a nineteenth-century rifle and never seems to age--a fact that has recently caught the attention of prying government eyes. The truth is, Enoch is the last surviving veteran of the American Civil War and, for close to a century, he has operated a secret way station for aliens passing through on journeys to other stars. But the gifts of knowledge and immortality that his intergalactic guests have bestowed upon him are proving to be a nightmarish burden, for they have opened Enoch's eyes to humanity's impending destruction. Still, one final hope remains for the human race . . . though the cure could ultimately prove more terrible than the disease. Winner of the Hugo Award for Best Novel, Way Station is a magnificent example of the fine art of science fiction as practiced by a revered Grand Master. A cautionary tale that is at once ingenious, evocative, and compassionately human, it brilliantly supports the contention of the late, great Robert A. Heinlein that "to read science-fiction is to read Simak." Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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This was a pioneering work of pastoral science fiction which still exerts its quiet attraction with on one level weird and wonderful goings-on but on another an uneventful slice of life until the last 1/3 of the book. ( )