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I think my perennial question to myself is why I persist on reading Heinlein, even after I recognize time and time again that he annoys me.
His writing style, though not my favorite, is certainly fine and it's an absence-of-fondness for his deliberate style, rather than an absence of style on his part.
I just don't understand how anyone can enjoy reading a man who, as he attempts to destroy ridiculous or pointless stereotypes or prejudices, always and only succeeds in laying bare his own. As a study in self-delusion and misogyny, he's fascinating, but as a writer..?
On a somewhat unrelated note, I am amused at a view of the world in which polygamy and "free sex" has become de rigeur, but racism is equally the norm.
Ah, well, predicting the future has always been a risky business.
Aside from my opinions about Heinlein (and my opinions about his opinions of people, which tend to sum themselves up in the phrase "he has everything backwards"), Friday was a decent story, well-paced and exciting and capable of sustaining that tempo for over 300 pages, which is not easy. Now if only the characters didn't make me want to reanimate the author and make him sit through a lifetime of womens' studies courses in the hope that SOMETHING gets through his skull.
His writing style, though not my favorite, is certainly fine and it's an absence-of-fondness for his deliberate style, rather than an absence of style on his part.
I just don't understand how anyone can enjoy reading a man who, as he attempts to destroy ridiculous or pointless stereotypes or prejudices, always and only succeeds in laying bare his own. As a study in self-delusion and misogyny, he's fascinating, but as a writer..?
On a somewhat unrelated note, I am amused at a view of the world in which polygamy and "free sex" has become de rigeur, but racism is equally the norm.
Ah, well, predicting the future has always been a risky business.
Aside from my opinions about Heinlein (and my opinions about his opinions of people, which tend to sum themselves up in the phrase "he has everything backwards"), Friday was a decent story, well-paced and exciting and capable of sustaining that tempo for over 300 pages, which is not easy. Now if only the characters didn't make me want to reanimate the author and make him sit through a lifetime of womens' studies courses in the hope that SOMETHING gets through his skull.