Books
February, 1986
I never Outgrew the need for an occasional dose of science fiction, but I did outgrow most of what passes for it--not because of bug-eyed monsters and space-opera plots, which I love, but because of the hasty clunkety-clank writing and the yank-'em-up cardboard characters. I came to want my favorite debased form to do what other literature does, to be about something, not simply action and imaginative diversion. I kept looking for these dumb space operas to be profound. They almost never are, of...
