Sunday, July 31, 2005

The Cat Who Walks Through Walls by Robert A. Heinlein

This is the last Heinlein I will ever read. God, it was awful. It’s everything that I stopped reading science fiction for. Two people, a man and a woman, who both kill people indiscriminately, fall in love with each other and have to find a way to be together in a world where everyone walks around naked and screws at the drop of a hat. I know, I know, that’s the point. It takes place so far in the future and among people not raised in our culture that different viewpoints on such traditional subjects as sexuality and monogamy have evolved and now hold sway. OK. That’s fair, but how about writing a story someone can follow? How about making one thing connect to the next in a way that tells a story? Or is that what’s being deconstructed, too? Whatever. Sometimes you deconstruct too much and what you wind up with is meaningless crap.

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