Stranger In A Strange Land
Where to buy Weirder In A Weird Land books online?
Product Description
FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. Valentine Michael Smith, born and raised on Mars, arrives on Planet’s stunning Western culture with his superhuman abilities.Amazon.com Review
Weirder in a Weird Land, winner of the 1962 Hugo Award, is the tale of Valentine Michael Smith, born during, and the only survivor of, the first manned mission to Mars. Michael is raised by Martians, and he arrives on Planet as a right innocent: he has never seen a woman and has no knowledge of Planet’s cultures or religions. But he brings turmoil with him, as he is the officially authorized heir to an enormous financial empire, not to mention de facto owner of the planet Mars. With the irascible well loved leader Jubal Harshaw to protect him, Michael explores human morality and the meanings of like. He founds his own church, preaching free like and disseminating the psychic talents taught him by the Martians. Ultimately, he confronts the fate modest for all messiahs.
The impact of Weirder in a Weird Land was considerable, leading many children of the 60’s to set up households based on Michael’s water-brother nests. Heinlein loved to pontificate through the mouths of his characters, so modern readers must be willing to overlook the occasional sour note (“Nine times out of ten, if a girl gets raped, it’s partly her fault.”). That aside, Weirder in a Weird Land is one of the master’s best entertainments, provocative as he permanently loved to be. Can you grok it? –Brooks Peck
Buy Cheap Weirder In A Weird Land Online
Related posts:
The largest problem is that the book is based on the premise of an advanced civilization existing on Mars. It was written in 1962, just a few years before the Mariner missions beamed backed the first detailed pictures of the Martian surface, which proved that Mars was a dead planet – oops! Overnight, the opinion of the possibility of life on Mars went bankrupt:
http://mars.astrobio.net/news/article332.html
Looking past that small idiosynchrocy, the book starts off fascinatingly-enough, but starts to bog down in the later parts; which, may I dare say, occupy a lot of sex and religion (maybe these issues were shockers in 1962, but they are to some extent of a bore 40 years later). So, what we end up with is a lot of pointless religion and sex, finishing with Valentine committing a pointless suicide.
Reader’s Rating: 2 / 5
This book has you guessing till the end. i establish it to be very well writin. Heinlein is very excellent. i really Grock the book. and you will to once you’ve read it.
Reader’s Rating: 5 / 5
This book was impressive to me–when I was a kid. Looking back on it now as an adult, and as a psychologist, I find that it is not only juvenile but laughably so. Are we really supposed to judge that Valentine’s jejune diatribes are the embodiment of enlightenment? Heinlein obviously thought so, though his vision of such sadly amounted to small more than what is now nothing more than comically passé hippy community nonsense. Heinlein presents chapter after chapter that devolves into small more than sermon after sermon, wherein some “unenlightened” character serves as grist for his enlightenment mill, though in the end his mill has nothing more to offer than atheism and polygamy. I am an atheist already, so ho hum on that account, as for his only additional offering, well, study after study shows that such a lifestyle is not really conducive to happiness. We’re talking about fiction aren’t we? So why even bother bringing up such a point? The answer is simple: it’s obvious that Heinlein is lecturing us, as though we are children. The fantastic irony then lies in the childishness of what he has to say. Never mind the fact that this book is really not very well written. This, in the end, is one of the most colossally overrated books ever written. Reasonably humorously, and, knowing what I know now, thinking of people who really do behave or behaved like Heinlein’s `prophet’ only brings to mind the likes of Jim Jones and David Koresh.
Reader’s Rating: 1 / 5
Robert A. Heinlein. Like him or like him, you’ve got to admit – drive-in movies are dead, dead and gone, and they have been for twenty years or more. People just don’t have cars any more, not since the oil crisis did away with them, the fantastic spitting beasts that they are. And films don’t work in the open, not since they stirred to using straw as a replacement for of celluloid. It must have been fantastic to see – colours and shapes, moving through the night, as a replacement for of the rubbish we have now, just bales of straw being shot out of the projector onto the screen. Can you imagine that? It’s horrible, really it is. Robert A. Heinlein is also dead and gone. I reflect. Just a moment… just a moment…. he died in 1988, no doubt due to the effects of acid house. All persons pulsing beats suddenly thrust into the mainstream must have done him in. I can see him dancing, dancing to the grave, lost in the grip of E, whizzing his ancient flesh off his bones. It must have been something. I reflect of 1988 as being like ‘19′, but with breasts.
Reader’s Rating: 3 / 5
Engagingly written, but incredibly chauvanistic and terrifyingly homophobic. Skip it.
Reader’s Rating: 1 / 5