Arthur C. Clarke, one of my dearest Sci-Fi writers has passed on to another reality.
There was a period I was just reading Arthur C. Clarke books. One after the other. The Prelude to Space, his first published book, then 2001: A Space Odyssey to be followed by three more in the series, the Rama series, Sunstorm, and then on. All filled with great vision, adventure, humanity and of course brilliant fantasy. Fantasy that while always probing ultimate possibilities in space exploration and the possible scenarios for encounters with beings from other worlds, was never far removed from plausibility defined by the excellent scientist in him. His short stories ("The Nine Billion Names of God" from 1954 is my all-time favourite) were also written with remarkable skills that engage the mind in challenging the boundaries of possibilities.
"overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out"
from The Nine Billion Names of God
There was a period I was just reading Arthur C. Clarke books. One after the other. The Prelude to Space, his first published book, then 2001: A Space Odyssey to be followed by three more in the series, the Rama series, Sunstorm, and then on. All filled with great vision, adventure, humanity and of course brilliant fantasy. Fantasy that while always probing ultimate possibilities in space exploration and the possible scenarios for encounters with beings from other worlds, was never far removed from plausibility defined by the excellent scientist in him. His short stories ("The Nine Billion Names of God" from 1954 is my all-time favourite) were also written with remarkable skills that engage the mind in challenging the boundaries of possibilities.
"overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out"
from The Nine Billion Names of God
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