My pal John Scalzi got this phenomenal mention from SFFAudio:
The name of John Scalzi can now stand in Science Fiction pantheon proudly beside the likes of Orson Scott Card, Joe Haldeman and Robert A. Heinlein.
I recently put out my call for SF anthology suggestions, so let me return the favor: Get Old Man’s War, and move it to the top of your Giant Pile of Books You Bought And Won’t Ever Have Time To Read.
Then make time to read it. Yes, it’s that good. It’s Forever War good. I promise.
In related SF news, I took Nolan out to dinner last night, and he wanted to go into the bookstore when we were done. To my surprise and delight, he went directly to the SF section and began to browse.
“I want a new book,” he said, “but I don’t know where to start.”
I suggestedEnder’s Game, which I loved when I was his age and was something he could relate to, but for reasons that only make sense in the teenage mind, my enthusiastic endorsement had the opposite effect than that which was intended: “Meh.”
“Meh?” I said.
“I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem . . . I don’t know. Let’s find something different.” He said.
I thought about all the SF I love, but couldn’t come up with anything I thought he’d like. Ringworld wouldn’t interest him, I doubt he’d relate to Old Man’s War, as much as I love it. I suggested Fragile Things, October Country, and a couple of Gardner Dozois anthologies that readers had recommended to me. None of them got the dreaded “Meh,” but nothing was grabbing his interest.
I saw a golden opportunity slipping away. Nolan enjoys fantasy, but this was the first time in his life he’d expressed any interest at all in the science fiction that I so dearly love. I didn’t want to blow it by suggesting something that would turn him off from SF forever, so I sent a text message to my friend, Andrew, who is wise in the ways of science fiction.
“Did you suggest Ender’s Game?” He sent back.
I told him about the Meh.
He thought for a long time, before suggesting Heinlein’s Red Planet“I read it when I was a little younger than Nolan, and I really liked it then. I read it again this year, and it holds up surprisingly well.”
I grabbed it off the shelf, and read the back.
“This looks like a really cool book,” I thought to myself. Then, “Well, here goes nothing.”
I found Nolan on the other side of the rack, and showed it to him.
“Andrew says that he read it when he was your age and loved it.” I said.
Nolan looked at it.
“Have you read this?”
“No, I haven’t.” I said. I cautiously added, “it looks cool, though.”
He read the description on the back. I tried to act nonchalant while I watched him.
“Okay,” he said, “this looks really good.”
A bell rang in my head, and I smiled.
“Cool,” I said. “Can I read it when you’re done?”
“Maybe,” he said, thoughtfully.
“Maybe?” I said.
A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.
“Now would be a good time to talk about you letting me get Assassin’s Creed . . .”