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Showing posts with label The Door into Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Door into Summer. Show all posts

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Door Into Summer

So I'm horrifically behind on Sandra's read-one-book-a-week challenge, but I finally finished Robert A. Heinlein's The Door Into Summer. Remember? That was the one with Marsha Brady stroking an injured cat while some kind of steaming UFO/birth control packet is about to swallow her.

And, for some reason, cryonics is following me around this week. Yesterday, I'm scrolling through the on-screen guide and found a National Geographic's Naked Science episode entitled "Freeze Me." That really says it all, right? This is sixty minutes I'll never get back, but it followed a small, devoted hope-filled army of believers who have put forth $150,000 to have the guinea pig priviledge of undergoing a post-mordem deep freeze in the hope that future science will overcome whatever ended their present life.

It's strange to look back on a classic work of science fiction. Written in 1956, Heinlein predicts a 1970s future and a year-2001 future. A highly intelligent and gifted mathemetician and physicist, an astonishing number of his predictions came true. Aside from the odd charm of reading a future in hindsight, Heinlein captures the humanity involved with the notion of time travel and "the cold sleep." The perpetual longing for things left behind. The suspension of self while watching everything familiar play out, change and disappoint. This book is far from a glass-half-full look at the paradoxes. While it seems antiquated in the face of our present fiction market, it delivers a good-overcomes-evil premise and the resonating image of a "door into summer" that we all spend our lives looking for.

At the time of filming, Alcor had seventy-four patients who'd undergone the cryonic (often mistakenly called "cryogenic") sleep. Pioneers in what some consider an inevitibility. Who knows what nanotechnology holds in the next fifty or one hundred years? Is this hope or a mere suspension of grief? A divide between family members who have fundamental disagreements between not only the logistical possibilities, but religious or spiritual implications?

Heinlein crafted a protagonist with few ties, a completely believable scenario that leads the reader straight into the rightness of his choices. What kind of real-life character would make this choice? Not Walt Disney, that's an urban myth, but Ted Williams did it.

So that I don't topple head-long into some whacked-out imbalance of the creative mind, I'm going light next. I adore all things Elvis, and a wonderfully talented local author, Leanna Ellis's latest release Elvis Takes a Back Seat is next on my list. It's women, on a cross-country journey of discovery with an Elvis bust. Right now, that premise sounds like my "door into summer."

Lastly, in an attempt to realign light and dark here on the blog, I offer a delicious YouTube link to comedian Lewis Black's take on Writing a Book. Love, love, love Lewis Black. Thanks to Juliet for the discovery. Enjoy!

Light or dark...take your pick and let me know your thoughts.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

A Thousand Words and Birth Control Revenge

I actually have four longer posts backing up in my mind I'll get to eventually, but I'm blogging over at our group blog today; thus, I'm preserving my coherent thoughts for that in the hopes I won't run the story off into the ditch. I guess what's left is what I leave you with here:

April 1st begins a writing challenge over at Sherry Davis's blog Novel-Words. The biggest stretch for me will not be the 1000 words, but the everyday consistency of it. Everyone in on the challenge is at a different place. Several of us are in rewrites, some are creating anew. All of us need a kick in the pants to complete our goals. If you've slipped behind or are up for a challenge, join us. Authors that sweat together, stick together.

And at the risk of dooming my own creativity to the square- peg-whatever-the-hell-genre-I-write that never seems to quite fit into the round hole of the romance industry (there's got to be a joke there, but I'm preserving my coherent thoughts, remember?), I've dipped backward fifty years into a science fiction classic for Sandra's one book a week reading challenge.

I didn't pick it up for the longest time because the cover art is, well, bad. Marsha Brady stroking an injured cat while some kind of steaming UFO/birth control packet is about to swallow her, bad Star-Trek costume and all. But it is time travel, the title is great and the first three pages had me.

Electronics engineer Dan Davis has finally made the invention of a lifetime: a household robot with extraordinary abilities, destined to dramatically change the landscape of everyday routine. Then, with wild success just within reach, Dan's greedy partner and greedier fiancée trick him into taking the long sleep--suspended animation for thirty years. They never imagine that the future time in which Dan will awaken has mastered time travel, giving him a way to get back to them--and at them . .

Gotta love revenge time travel.