French fry sci fi
From Boing Boing.net comes this article about a bloke named Kirk McElhearn who has translated two chapters from French Sci Fi author, Pierre Bordage's novel `The Warriors of Silence'. I've only had a quick read so far but already I'm wanting to read more - it's just so very trippy and truely original. Here's the first couple of paragraphs of Chapter 1 for your pleasure:
"On the planet Two-Seasons, a rumor kept returning, as often as the rain, suggesting that the wet season was coming to its end.
Slumped in a chair so old and dusty that the light of its tubes merged with the half-light of the agency, Tixu Oty, originally from the planet Orange, watched the heavy drops fall with the look of a divine cow contemplating an antique rocket train.
During the five, maybe six standard years that he had been on Two-Seasons, Tixu Oty had slowly changed into a shaggy, lifeless mass, soaked through with alcohol and boredom. A sickening stench oozed from his crumpled uniform, which had once been light green, and its pungency was reminiscent of the giant river lizards of the rainy season."
I love the line "...watched the heavy drops fall with the look of a divine cow contemplating an antique rocket train." For some reason it provokes images of Baz Lurman skipping hand in hand in the rain with David Bowie.
You can read the rest here.
"On the planet Two-Seasons, a rumor kept returning, as often as the rain, suggesting that the wet season was coming to its end.
Slumped in a chair so old and dusty that the light of its tubes merged with the half-light of the agency, Tixu Oty, originally from the planet Orange, watched the heavy drops fall with the look of a divine cow contemplating an antique rocket train.
During the five, maybe six standard years that he had been on Two-Seasons, Tixu Oty had slowly changed into a shaggy, lifeless mass, soaked through with alcohol and boredom. A sickening stench oozed from his crumpled uniform, which had once been light green, and its pungency was reminiscent of the giant river lizards of the rainy season."
I love the line "...watched the heavy drops fall with the look of a divine cow contemplating an antique rocket train." For some reason it provokes images of Baz Lurman skipping hand in hand in the rain with David Bowie.
You can read the rest here.