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Why I can't do that Dr. Who meme...
Jun. 23rd, 2008 08:36 pmI have a confession to make to those of you on my friends list who are SF/Fantasy fans.
I used to be one. I really, really did. I cut my teeth on The Hobbit at age 9, and The Once And Future King. I borrowed The Andromeda Strain from my mom at age 12 and ended up getting a very nice letter from Michael Crichton answering a question I had about it. (Said letter was subsequently lost in a move, to my eternal shame. Autograph value be damned, I thought it absolutely rocked that he would write back to me.) I inhaled the Heinlein canon and the Dune series, I sat up to watch "Silent Runnings" on the late show and sat through the original and dreadful 70's incarnation of "Battlestar Galactica" with bad reception in my dorm room. Star Trek, Star Wars, Babylon 5, Farscape - when I could find the blasted thing actually ON - Firefly AFTER it was cancelled, and so forth into the night.
Nowadays? Not so much. I guess my tastes changed.
Early unicorn-hugging tendencies notwithstanding, I have always loved reading about things that were real. Because in with all of the above was Josephine Tey's The Daughter of Time, which sent me haring off to the library after Paul Murray Kendall's biography of Richard III. Antonia Fraser on Mary, Queen of Scots. Historical novels by Howard Fast and Mary Renault, with a little John Jakes and James Clavell tossed into the mix.
Reading habits these days tend towards literary classics I've always wanted to get around to from Jane Austen to Salman Rushdie, alternating with historical non-fiction. TV viewing consists of movies and cruising PBS and the documentary offerings on TLC, Discovery and so forth.
So if you ask me to quote Dr. Who, I'm at a loss. Lyrics of songs by The Who are another thing entirely.
I used to be one. I really, really did. I cut my teeth on The Hobbit at age 9, and The Once And Future King. I borrowed The Andromeda Strain from my mom at age 12 and ended up getting a very nice letter from Michael Crichton answering a question I had about it. (Said letter was subsequently lost in a move, to my eternal shame. Autograph value be damned, I thought it absolutely rocked that he would write back to me.) I inhaled the Heinlein canon and the Dune series, I sat up to watch "Silent Runnings" on the late show and sat through the original and dreadful 70's incarnation of "Battlestar Galactica" with bad reception in my dorm room. Star Trek, Star Wars, Babylon 5, Farscape - when I could find the blasted thing actually ON - Firefly AFTER it was cancelled, and so forth into the night.
Nowadays? Not so much. I guess my tastes changed.
Early unicorn-hugging tendencies notwithstanding, I have always loved reading about things that were real. Because in with all of the above was Josephine Tey's The Daughter of Time, which sent me haring off to the library after Paul Murray Kendall's biography of Richard III. Antonia Fraser on Mary, Queen of Scots. Historical novels by Howard Fast and Mary Renault, with a little John Jakes and James Clavell tossed into the mix.
Reading habits these days tend towards literary classics I've always wanted to get around to from Jane Austen to Salman Rushdie, alternating with historical non-fiction. TV viewing consists of movies and cruising PBS and the documentary offerings on TLC, Discovery and so forth.
So if you ask me to quote Dr. Who, I'm at a loss. Lyrics of songs by The Who are another thing entirely.
