” 'We won't ruin Mars',
said the captain. 'It's too big and too good.'
' You think not? We Earth
Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason
not set up hot-dog stands in the midst of Egyptian temple of Karnak is
because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.
And Egypt is a small part of Earth. But here, this whole things is
ancient and different, and we have to set down somewhere and start
fouling it up. We'll call the canal the Rockefeller Canal and the
Mountain King George Mountain and the sea the Dupont Sea, and
there'll be Roosevelt and Lincoln and Coolidge cities and it won't
ever be right, when there are the proper names for these
places. '
' That'll be your job, as
archeologists, to find out the old names, and we'll use them.'
' A few men like us
against all the commercial interests.' Spender looked at the iron
mountains. 'They know we're here tonight, to spit in their wine, and
I imagine they hate us.'
The captain
shook his head. ' There's no hatred here …They probably don't mind
us being here more than they'd mind children playing on the lawn,
knowing and understanding children for what they are. And, anyway,
perhaps all this will change us for the better. ...But one day Earth
will be as Mars is today. This will sober us. It's an object lesson
in civilizations.' ” (; Bradbury;
Martian
chronicles / Silver locust, p1956)
[Recommendation IV / 2014]
”The Hop-Friend”
(A
short-story by Terry Carr)
; p. 1962.
'What you boys would like
us cook up for the following post. ...Some pasta?'
; Only reluctantly did I select this science-fiction short-tail for current sequel on our recommendations(-series). That is said not from this for any substandard story, otherways wouldn't naturally had selected it in the first place. Quite the contrary, I think this particular story from human-alien-contact to some primer of quality. Even that, I have to admit, the scifi never was any my main interest here. Or, the 1900s fiction more generally thought, even.
But, I suddenly noticed we'd
actually presented surprisingly little of the scifi here. From our
former picks only Le Guin (...Recom 25 in the serie) and
Huxley (Recom, 21 and half) seems by some justifications fit
for that criteria. Shelley and Lovecraft only...distantly
relating if any scifi considered. (; ...Albeit, I suppose we formerly
devoted some words on Philip K. Dick too, but seems that
particular Recom nowhere here remained. Same concerns the Pierre
Boulle's [1912-94] Planet Apes too, a book more popular
and better than the vast majority from lot more modern, maybe also
more valued books as 'stricktly scifi'...or smtgh.) ; So let this
here be some 'lazy' selection now...for it's 'only' a short-story and that selected of not bothering for any scifi novels. Of the same
reasons, not many words at this recom.
Even though I've not much too
familiar with, or read anyhow overwhelmingly this
field-of-literature, seems it that by the earliest - I mean from the
early/mid 1900s, - science-fiction was rather much an american
phenomenom. At least on basis of my only limited readings from. Of
course there were others, and actually a larger number or even
majority from those writers perhaps had emigrated. Another P-O-V,
I recall had read (...of some place, maybe it was the collection this
story picked from) that in the early days there was some sort of
division between the science-fiction writers who imagined their
futuristic universes inhabited by humans, solely. In other
words, in their stories the 'galactic colonization' having begun from
the surface of Earth and characters representing solely the boys and
girls (...Probably words by Asimov and him as some of the
leading representants on that.) And, then (there were) writers who
preferred to imagine the galaxies and stars inhabited by most various
races and therefore the prevailing theme on the stories naturally was
the alien-human contact. That 'trend' or that sort of fictional
solutions most represented by Bradbury (...So it's quite
natural we have the quote from his famous classic novel here above).
; Another interesting question, of course, arising from (many) stories of that latter 'group' likely was the question about alien sex. (Amongst the earthly species, about 99.5 per cent, or more, from the all species contain, stricktly or at least temporarily, male and female sexes. In case from the alien life-forms wouldn't necessary need to be so...but I don't know, it also been a quite fruithful source for stories. Many from the stories also been situated to some projected futures, or as well at the present times but on Earths surface, solely or mainly.)
; Sola, your Alien Connection. Privately.
So, since from my early youth
I've not read any science-fiction too enthusiastically or much. In
fact, I think that on my later reading days I begun favoring the
short-stories and -tales, just because I thought most from the larger
(scifi-) novels all too frustrating bother for. Those, sort of,
seemed offer nothing much worth any serious interest. Or, too
little worth the some 600-800 pages blockbuster megaseller readings.
In short, perhaps not so good ideas but lots of the story-telling.
Much of a words, but less insight. As much plot-turns and humorism,
but really not any important themes, sort of. (It's from the 1960s
for more recent days I'm referring by this.) ; Naturally, I've missed
a great deal from the better sort of stories, and, of course it's
easy think various good exceptions from that above 'judgement'.
Enjoyed a lot some Brian Aldiss's stories due their reflected
environmental themes/content. Robert Silverberg's some better
sort of storiest too. Fritz Leiber (1910-92), R.L.Howard,
Doris Piserchia, (likewise Doris) Lessing...and others.
Every dog seems had it's day, if I were to consider some of my
(limited, yet unmentioned) scifi faves to some definite list (...I
don't, of not reading scifi so much, like said before.)
; ...Any favorites
selections only would appear some matter of an opinion, of course.
Might be noted too the times having also lot changed. After the
1950s, I mean. (If we stop to contemplate on it for moment, that was
an era when the belief for (/or dreamings about) some
portable mini-reactor powered ash-trays and the nightmarish views
from the nuclear total annihilation lived and waltzed at some
fruithful co-existence. As both seemed like alternate but still
completely realistic prospects from the close near futures to be
seen. Thinking it little more carefully, only major difference of
that for our present ages being that not bit of faith remains
on for such everlasting solutions. Optimistically thinking I'd
say we could call that some progress. Maybe the scifi has had
its place on that development too. ; ...Anyway, permitted it then a
birth of this new genre for literatures, christened for and later
better known as science-fiction. (At least that's one way to look at
that now.)
;...This particular story by
Carr (1937-87) I did enjoy most because it - so much –
resembled that 'good old time' science fiction. I fx discovered
interesting description from the depicted alien creature, for it
clearly had much in common w. the insects usual features. Fx, has the
wings, and it sort disappears and reappears much like the Earthly
insects usually do. Insect-resemblance of course common and usual
feature to most alien creations of fiction, both at the books and
cinema. Already the Wells's martians from the late 19th
century have a lot of it, but only on their outer looks.
(While maybe the usual comparison is for the amoeban, or squids, from
their tentacles in particular.) ; But what's exceptional at
the Carr's story, I think, is that those described features are so
nicely bound for it's behaviours and general essence. (Of
course, that also probably is not so rare as my limited
readings would only seem to tell...)
Seems he also written on
prewords to that on a story-collection that the idea from how unlike
is we'd to have any means of understanding the creatures of an alien
planet was a popular idea at the scifi around the time. Quite
expetable, or course. But it's actually just the same from the most
other animal species we human encounter at this planet (of ours).
Their different, from the appearance and mind, just
because..them are different species (So I actually think
E.R.Burroughs was some ways miles ahead compared to most by imagining
his Martian deserts populated from various different races, even if that
was quite stereotypically realized.)
Also seems this (discussed) story
to contain much of the 'classic elements' on scifi, fx that
ever-fruithful problem about alien-man connection (/and that alien
sex, even if it's not discussed), the created glass-domes
artificial atmospheres over the artificial cities built for
Mars, the robots, etc ; ...But also story, partly, seems tied
for it's time of writing, fx reflects also the questions/dreams about
human search on space from some substites for the planet Earth's
declining resources. ...And also, esp. those unforgettable
closing sentences at the story.
Every manner good
scifi-tale, but that's just about how much space we could
dedicate for it on this particular sequel. And may the stories live
on. (; W-G.)
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; ...From the rider (of this
chapter) I at first thought it should be devoted for the wild
animals. ...Just because I could not select any other proper for this
'Hop-Friend', but now I think – these circumstances considered –
only suitable rider on this now is The Death. And quite obviously his ride has already 'till now been all too long (...half the centurys quite enough time 'in the rim', as
everyone is very well aware about, even without lessons in civilizations.). And may it end as soon as possible.
; ...About the awful Frog-Beth we are now obliged to announce that despite a greatest demand and curiosity for, not details from her was yet allowed to represent in public (of the safety and hygienic reasons). So, we'll postpone any material we have to the following sequels decorations, etc. But at least you have these couple primadonnas here, for now...
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