Азимов
Никогда Азимов не был одним из моих любимых писателей, но недавно я /внезапно/ понял, что на самом деле он написал немалое количество хороших книг. И что интересно, писал он для гиков, но парадоксальным образом его книги спустя шестьдесят лет вполне можно читать - в отличие, например, от заглавного автора киберпанка Гибсона.
Сейчас я читаю "Приход ночи", и при всех условностях НФ, книга очень здорово раскрывает научный подход - конечно, это стоило читать в подростковом возрасте, не сейчас, но все же, все же очень мило Исаак отвечает на невысказанные вопросы:
"...we could have told you that one of our characters paused to strap on his quonglishes before setting out on a walk of seven vorks along the main gleebish of his native znoob, and everything might have seemed ever so much more thoroughly alien. But it would also have been ever so much more difficult to make sense out of what we were saying, and that did not seem useful"
"That was the planet you once asked me to imagine, remember, Sheerin? Where the native inhabitants would be fully adapted to alternating daylight and night? But I've been thinking about that. There wouldn't be any native inhabitants. You couldn't expect life-which is fundamentally dependent upon light-to develop under such extreme conditions of light-deprivation. Half of every axial rotation spent in Darkness! No, nothing could exist under conditions like that"
Сейчас я читаю "Приход ночи", и при всех условностях НФ, книга очень здорово раскрывает научный подход - конечно, это стоило читать в подростковом возрасте, не сейчас, но все же, все же очень мило Исаак отвечает на невысказанные вопросы:
"...we could have told you that one of our characters paused to strap on his quonglishes before setting out on a walk of seven vorks along the main gleebish of his native znoob, and everything might have seemed ever so much more thoroughly alien. But it would also have been ever so much more difficult to make sense out of what we were saying, and that did not seem useful"
"That was the planet you once asked me to imagine, remember, Sheerin? Where the native inhabitants would be fully adapted to alternating daylight and night? But I've been thinking about that. There wouldn't be any native inhabitants. You couldn't expect life-which is fundamentally dependent upon light-to develop under such extreme conditions of light-deprivation. Half of every axial rotation spent in Darkness! No, nothing could exist under conditions like that"