Side Passages

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I love to read. I’m guessing you do too, or you wouldn’t be at Novelspot. Reading is natural for me, like eating or breathing. It’s a workout for my mind. Some books seed new paths of thought that I might never have cultivated had I not encountered them. I use the word encountered because books are like people to me, each with its own personality, driving force and hidden meaning. I don’t read books so much as meet them, befriend them and spend time with them. I enjoy their company. I like to think they’d enjoy mine, too.

I love reading (and writing) books that make me think. I’m constantly finding new ideas, new ways to think about things hidden (and sometimes no-so-hidden) within the boundaries of each story. Nothing thrills me more than to have an entirely new set of ideas to play with. Often I’m still thinking about these side passages long after I’ve finished a book.

Robert Ludlum got me thinking about conspiracies on a grand scale. The Count of Monte Cristo was my first story about revenge. Jurassic Park made me consider ramifications of cloning that had never before crossed my mind. And in years gone by, I’ve trusted books like Illusions, the Eternity Brigade, Tower of Glass and City to lead me down interesting side passages.

Illusions by Richard Bach (not to be confused with Richard Bachman, one of Stephen King’s pen names) is one of my favorite books. I’d have trouble placing it in a genre, but it’s as philosophically fun as any book I’ve read, and helped forge, long ago, part of my world perspective.

The Eternity Brigade taught me about war, politics, career soldiers and unexpected futures. Stephen Goldin (whom I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and chatting with at length), helped me see war and the army in completely different ways.

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas, one of the first “grown-up” books I’d read, showed me what can be done with the right amount of determination, and that sometimes, justice can prevail, even if you have to jump through hoops to bring it about.

Robert Silverberg’s Tower of Glass, taught me that androids have rights too, even if we created them. It got me thinking about responsibility to our fellow creatures and how sometimes our xenophobic nature isn’t very humane, even if it is human.

City is a fantastic book of future history by Clifford Simak, in a world where only sentient dogs are left, retelling legends of the long departed humans. Written as a scholarly text, this book taught me that the long perspective of history is not only slanted, but often completely wrong.

Jurassic Park, unlike the movie, combines cloning, mathematics, philosophy and morality into a twisted tale that couldn’t have been written by anyone but Michael Crichton. The strident desire of a man to be remembered by being the first to bring back the dinosaurs, the greed of investors who see only the bottom line, down to the mathematician Ian Malcolm to counterpoint ethically the greed aspect of the book. Simply fantastic. To me, Ian Malcom makes the book. He is the one who sees clearly, beyond the notions of profit or notoriety.

And what can I say about Robert Ludlum? Here’s a guy who took me all over the world, gave me so many ideas on how life might be completely different. I visited more countries in his books than I can ever hope to see in real life. And I felt like I was there, watching with wide eyes the poor protagonist, who was always in over his head.

In my previous list, I left out Roger Zelazny, my favorite author of all time, and Parke Godwin who penned one of my favorite books. No, they are not for this article. There is too much to say about both of those men, as there is too much to say about Jack Chalker, who has a style all his own.

Each future issue of Side Passages will be a guided tour down the corridors of my mind, an intimate look at how I see the world, and how the books I’ve read, or am currently reading, have opened up new passages that I’ve never before traversed.

I hope you can join me on this special journey, and too, hope you find many side passages of your own, as enthralling and thought-provoking as the ones I’ve stumbled across.

Richard Bach

Now that you mention it...I won't discuss that argument Steve and I had about Richard Bach. I'm not saying that Illusions was actually Bob Dylan's retelling of the cliff notes version of the Diamond Sutra, but maybe there was some skill involved.

Illusions was fun an accessible

Telling the same stories over and over is what we often do. West Side Story was a retelling of Romeo and Juliet. Love is a universal truth, ever-present in the world around us. Yet every romance reiterates that truth. Every quest story or fantasy story about good vs. evil, recounts a different truth. A lot of the time, we read to learn but sometimes, we read to reconnect to the truth. Illusions helped me to reconnect to the truth.

Re: Roger Zelazny

I've enjoyed Roger Zelazny's writings, too; glad to see him mentioned.

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Zelazny, among others

There are many people who helped redefine the fantasy/scifi genre back in the sixties and seventies. Roger Zelazny was one of the great ones.

I think it had to do with coming out of an age of innocence so to speak. I'm speak for Americans now, when I say that what we thought were problems back in the 50s paled compared to what we faced in the 60s. Race riots, the assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr and JFK, the Viet Nam War, Kent State University, where national guardsmen gunned down four student protesters...the 60s started like a party, and went out to the tolling of funeral bells.

A lot of things changed in the 60s, including our literature. The change brought more realistic characters, who had more flaws. The superheroes, like Superman, didn't survive in the same form, because a lot of people then, had trouble with Truth, Justice and the American way. It sounded hokey. Shows on television like Father Knows Best and such, seem dated now, because those families don't exist, and probably never did. But the veneer of that illusion had been stripped away by the sixties.

Suddenly we wanted heroes who were flawed, instead of perfect. Who reminded us of our own struggles. Who we could relate to as "real".

A lot of fiction started to reflect that, and that trend continues today.