When it comes to literary genres, science fiction has in a general, eluded me. There have been exceptions—1984 by Orwell, A Wrinkle in Time by L’Engle, Dune by Herbert, The Giver by Lowry, and even the lesser known science fiction thriller, Marooned by Martin Caidin. I will admit that most of the titles I have listed were required reading at some point in my life. Which could account for some of my reluctance to read science fiction.
I was surfing the channels last weekend and found and watched the 2005 film adaptation of Spielberg’s War of the Worlds. Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not a big Tom Cruise fan. But I was curious how the film would compare to the super creepy 1953 adaptation. There were a few loose parallels, such as the use of the probing electronic Martian eye, and isn’t it great that wires were not used to suspend and move the alien spaceships. Let’s hear it for advances in special effects!
And the classic science fiction novel by H.G. Wells? I’m not one of those confirmed “read the book before the film” advocates, but I’m ashamed to say I never read it! Off I went to my library and checked out a copy. I’m anxious to read it, but it’s number four in the “to read” stack of books. Where is boredom that could be spent on reading when you need it?