Encephylops
Easily Misplaced
I've read a fairly sizable chunk of pre-70s Sci-fi, all the way back to Verne, Wells, Burroughs and some of their predecessors. It seems to me that the books that REALLY thoroughly intrigue me; make me really glow with adventure have that Lewis-esque narrative that flows as if some aged and noble person is delivering to you a story beyond animation with a glass of single-malt scotch in their hand and a gleam in their eye. Even H.Rider Haggard's King Solomon's Mines and the like are just the most rip-roarenest stories I could ask for...
Has anyone seen anything similar in contemporary Sci-fi? Where are the wrinkled legends who lived through it all to start a novel:
You came here to hear a story, and a story is what you'll get. It all began when I was just 17 years old, and I first stepped aboard the mighty space cruiser Esperantes, crewed entirely (and piloted!) by the descendants of the great Amazonian Empire......
I miss that kind of storytelling...
Has anyone seen anything similar in contemporary Sci-fi? Where are the wrinkled legends who lived through it all to start a novel:
You came here to hear a story, and a story is what you'll get. It all began when I was just 17 years old, and I first stepped aboard the mighty space cruiser Esperantes, crewed entirely (and piloted!) by the descendants of the great Amazonian Empire......
I miss that kind of storytelling...