I was thinking about Mr Clarke yesterday (the back story is that we've moved house today, and yesterday amongst a pile of stress and change I found myself in the back garden standing immobile thinking about Clarkey's stories). I used to love them, couldn't get enough, thought they opened up a great, glorious, expansive universe. I wanted to read some.
But I had got to a stage where I found the writing stilted, and the characters shallow, and I haven't been anywhere near him for around, lets see, thirty years.
If there was one book you would recommend that would give me the same sense of awe I had as a much younger fellow, what would it be?
But I had got to a stage where I found the writing stilted, and the characters shallow, and I haven't been anywhere near him for around, lets see, thirty years.
If there was one book you would recommend that would give me the same sense of awe I had as a much younger fellow, what would it be?