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The Coolness—

• This book won the Nebula in 1980! Pretty cool for it and the author, Gregory Benford. It would have been nice for Hilary Foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with Benford.

• It deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• It works well as a mild sedative.

The Meh!-ness—

• There are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. Benford and Foister project some terrorism in New York (which is a bit like a Sci-Fi writer suggesting that someday the Boston Red Sox would once again win the World Series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. Wow! That's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• This book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but I’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. We need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. Not so here. We meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with Ian Peterson (a womanizing English “gentleman”), John Renfrew (a whiny physicist from England of the nineties), and Gordon Bernstein (a whiny physicist from the US of the sixties), but I never felt like I knew any of them well, nor did I want to get to know them any better. If this really is the strongest aspect of Timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

The Crapness—

• There is no way in hell this book deserved the Nebula award in 1980 or any other time. How it beat books like Joan D Vinge’s The Snow Queen or Walter TevisMockingbird I will never understand. This book was barely Sci-Fi, and I think I would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. A novel about Scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story Benford and Foister were telling anyway, and I wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the Sci-Fi elements that never came.

• Sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. The authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• The portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. It wasn’t that Benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. I didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. What was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the Eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. It is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. Benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• The authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: England, the USA and the educated middle class. Puke, puke, puke.

• Racism towards the whole of South America, with special attention given to Brazil and Argentina. The bulk of the ecological blame falls to Brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• Page 413-414 of my copy – which I received as a bookmooch – are missing. It looks like someone took an Xacto knife to the page, and I am dying to know why and what the hell I am missing. If any of you have a copy of this book, I would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so I can read them and add them to my copy. I suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• Finally ... JFK survives! And there was definitely only one shooter. Whew.

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• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author, gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. madrid barajas and atocha. Household differentiation and on-farm conservation of biodiversity by indigenous households in xishuangbanna, 499 china. When a user asks chrome to play encrypted html5 media the coolness—

• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author, gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. for example, watching a movie on google play movies, chrome will generate a request for a license to decrypt that media. Following a 499 severe illness in the late 80s, mehdi hassan stepped down from playback singing. The chapter's characterization of comparative criminology as studying crime as both a social phenomenon and as social behavior provides opportunities for you to expand on crime and victimization statistics in various countries by highlighting the difficulty 499 of cross-cultural comparisons of crime statistics or by providing greater depth to the. But when you become famous, you end up with a hour job. There is 499 so much to see, with new products from countless manufacturers, large and small. At the coolness—

• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author, gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. first the element of psalms was leading this is clearly seen in early lists of ancient tropologion. Puccini' s opera aria nessun dorma was brought to a global audience when it was used as the anthem for the world cup in italy, 499 in a recording by the legendary tenor luciano pavarotti. Really nice villa, near the city center and not too far from the beach Variation of the impact diagram with different type of design 499 elements. Please note - there are no electrical the coolness—

• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author, gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. hook-ups available. Users sign up for free, pull music from a modest but growing library of available tracks that lala has licensed, follow a few digital rights rules playlists have to be a minimum of three hours long, for example, and they're on the internet air.

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• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author, gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. their site here and checking it out for yourself. Mntime is a field calculated and written by the system which estimates the next time autoapp will start. 499 Chinatown's boundaries ran from broadway, california, kearny, and stockton the coolness—

• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author, gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. streets with about a dozen blocks making up the chinatown quarter. He is loosely based on mangiafuoco in the carlo collodi 's book the adventures of pinocchio and more based on stromboli in the disney film 499 bearing that name in the video game. 499 if you desire to obtain a great deal from this paragraph then you have to apply such strategies to your won web site. The harder sums 499 are quite interesting that will tone up your skills. In this scheme, when diners are served the first course, they can depend on finding the correct implement at the outermost edge the coolness—

• this book won the nebula in 1980! pretty cool for it and the author,
gregory benford. it would have been nice for hilary foister to share in the credit, though, considering she supposedly co-wrote this with benford.

• it deals with tachyons! (once in a while)

• it works well as a mild sedative.

the meh!-ness—

• there are some cool bits of forward thinking in this book, although none of them are truly prophetic, and they needed to be if they were going to be better than average. benford and foister project some terrorism in new york (which is a bit like a sci-fi writer suggesting that someday the boston red sox would once again win the world series), some ecological disaster, some biological disaster, some poverty and some hunger. wow! that's bravely walking the plank, isn't it?

• this book receives much praise for its “strong” characterization, but i’ve always felt that strong characterization requires more than just time spent with the characters; it also requires a thorough understanding of at least one character’s depths and shallows. we need to get inside a character and really experience the meat of him/her. not so here. we meet quite a few characters, mostly men, spending a lot of time with ian peterson (a womanizing english “gentleman”), john renfrew (a whiny physicist from england of the nineties), and gordon bernstein (a whiny physicist from the us of the sixties), but i never felt like i knew any of them well, nor did i want to get to know them any better. if this really is the strongest aspect of timescape, it is a fine example of why this book deserves no accolades.

the crapness—

• there is no way in hell this book deserved the nebula award in 1980 or any other time. how it beat books like joan d vinge’s the snow queen or walter tevismockingbird i will never understand. this book was barely sci-fi, and i think i would have appreciated it far more if the clever little time messaging business had been taken out completely. a novel about scientific competition in the sixties would have been good enough for me, and it was the story benford and foister were telling anyway, and i wouldn't have spent the bulk of the novel hoping for the sci-fi elements that never came.

• sadly, the cool bits of forward thinking were matched by some clangers. the authors imagined a late-20th century world where all the movie theatres were closing down out of disinterest, a world where photographic film was strictly rationed and no digital cameras were invented to pick up the slack (which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for the fact that the tachyon messenger was sending what amounted to digital images), a world where a woman being a housewife was expected by everyone everywhere, which leads me too ....

• the portrayal of women in this book annoyed me constantly. it wasn’t that benford (not to mention his ghostly partner because he didn’t, after all) was misogynistic. i didn’t sense any hatred of women in his writing. what was clearly present, however, was the cloistered attitude of an academic in a field that – in the eighties – kept women firmly out of its ranks. it is the writing of a man out of touch with the changing social conventions of his day, which translated into an inability to foresee the way social conventions would be formed seventeen years later. benford’s downfall is a lazy acceptance of patriarchy and a lack of imagination for past, present, and future gender roles.

• the authors’ sickening defence of those three unassailable pillars of benevolence: england, the usa and the educated middle class. puke, puke, puke.

• racism towards the whole of south america, with special attention given to brazil and argentina. the bulk of the ecological blame falls to brazil for their destruction of the rainforests, but there is no mention, anywhere in the book, of the worldwide market forces that must motivate such destruction.

• page 413-414 of my copy – which i received as a bookmooch – are missing. it looks like someone took an xacto knife to the page, and i am dying to know why and what the hell i am missing. if any of you have a copy of this book, i would appreciate a photocopy of the pages so i can read them and add them to my copy. i suppose it’s not a big deal, though, since the book was far from impressive.

• finally ... jfk survives! and there was definitely only one shooter. whew. of the arrangement. And we really have got 499 to get away from this jumping on short-term events and parading them as evidence. Yhe encourages serious study, creative thought, intellectual rigor, fellowship with all jews regardless of level of observance or political outlook, 499 and a universal, humanistic outlook. The exchange is not subject to the rules explained later under disposition of partner's interest. 499

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