| author | Clifford D. Simak |
| publisher | Tachyon Publications |
| published | 1969 |
| isbn | 096483202X |
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Without Simak, science fiction would have been without its most humane element, its most humane spokesman for the wisdom of the ordinary person and the value of life lived close to the land. |
| Submitted Apr 29th 10 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |
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Good fantasy - and that includes science fiction - takes off from the known for its flights into the new. Cliff Simak was a master of the art. His known was the rural Midwest that he loved. His new could reach to the ends of space and time, but never beyond reality. Even his cosmic aliens always had half human dimensions that made them believable. I loved him, as so many did, for his unfailing warmth and a wit that was keen but never cruel. I heard from him often during the painful time after his wife's death. His own death touched me deeply, and I'm happy to see him remembered with this collection of his best-loved stories. |
| Submitted Dec 18th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |
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He wrote for so long and always so well that his excellence came to be taken for granted, as we take sunlight for granted until we go blind. |
| Submitted Dec 15th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |
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I always loved his stories, short or long. He made me love them -and the rural America of his childhood - as much as he did. |
| Submitted Dec 5th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |
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I read Cliff's stories with particular attention, and I couldn't help but notice the simplicity and directness of the writing - the utter clarity of it. I made up my mind to imitate it, and I labored over the years to make my writing simpler, clearer, more uncluttered, to present my scenes on a bare stage |
| Submitted Sep 28th 09 by Writersrecommendations, 0 comments |