Reading is a peculiar process. In a pile of books on a bedroom floor, I find my copy of Fury by Henry Kuttner. This reminds me that recently - it turns out to have been exactly one month ago - I began to reread Fury after many decades in order to assess it and to compare it with Poul Anderson's works. I read as far as p. 104 (of 190) and since then have completely forgotten about it which demonstrates that it was not holding my attention.
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That seems to be all. I had forgotten most of these. Maybe I will complete the project of rereading Fury to the end to find out whether anything else in it looks blog-relevant. This is the milieu that Anderson wrote in.
5 comments:
Kaor, Paul!
I thought just now of the Fury we see in Julian May's Galactic Milieu books.
Ad astra! Sean
Indeed but totally different, of course. I'm not really getting back into Kuttner's FURY.
Kaor, Paul!
Very different, true.
A bit regrettable, perhaps, re Kuttner. Stirling seems to think well of his stories.
Ad astra! Sean
There's good and bad writing, and then there's writing that appeals to individuals. Not necessarily the same thing. As I said, Henry James was a very good writer... and I find him stultifyingly dull. Others differ. De gustibus non est disputandum.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
Actually, I agree. Altho I am puzzled over how a good writer can also be a bore. But, as you said, tastes and inclinations differ.
Ad astra! Sean
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