Loading...
Error

Dozois, Gardner (ed) - Modern Classic Short Novels of Science Fiction / Дозуа, Гарднер - Современная классика НФ - повести [2014, EPUB, ENG]

Ответить на тему

 | 

 
Автор Сообщение

OldOldNick

Gardner Dozois (ed) - Modern Classic Short Novels of Science Fiction

Название: Modern Classics of Science Fiction (= The Mammoth Book of Contemporary SF Masters) / Современная классика НФ - повести
Год выпуска: 2014
Под редакцией: Dozois, Gardner / Дозуа, Гарднер
Издательство: St. Martin's Press
eISBN: 978-1-4668-8447-2
Формат: EPUB
Качество: eBook
Язык: английский

Описание:
В предисловии к антологии Дозуа пишет, что он отбирал для этой книги повести, которые сильнее всего впечатлили его, как читателя (то есть не как критика или редактора).
В основном включены произведения с начала 60-х до начала 90-х годов.
The Miracle Workers / Создатели чуда novella by Jack Vance
The Longest Voyage / Самое далёкое плавание novelette by Poul Anderson
On the Storm Planet / На планете ураганов novella by Cordwainer Smith
The Star Pit / Хомо Аструм novella by Samuel R. Delany
Total Environment novelette by Brian W. Aldiss
The Merchants of Venus / Торговцы на Венере novella by Frederik Pohl
The Death of Doctor Island / Смерть доктора Острова novella by Gene Wolfe
Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang / Где допоздна так сладко пели птицы novella by Kate Wilhelm
Souls novella by Joanna Russ
A Traveler's Tale novella by Lucius Shepard
Sailing to Byzantium / Плавание в Византий novella by Robert Silverberg
Mr. Boy novella by James Patrick Kelly
And Wild for to Hold / Дика, своевольна, не обуздать... novella by Nancy Kress
KATE WILHELM


Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang


What David always hated most about the Sumner family dinners was the way everyone talked about him as if he were not there.
“Has he been eating enough meat lately? He looks peaked.”
“You spoil him, Carrie. If he won’t eat his dinner, don’t let him go out and play. You were like that, you know.”
“When I was his age, I was husky enough to cut down a tree with a hatchet. He couldn’t cut his way out of a fog.”
David would imagine himself invisible, floating unseen over their heads as they discussed him. Someone would ask if he had a girl friend yet, and they would tsk-tsk whether the answer was yes or no. From his vantage point he would aim a ray gun at Uncle Clarence, whom he especially disliked because he was fat, bald, and very rich. Uncle Clarence dipped his biscuits in his gravy, or in syrup, or more often in a mixture of sorghum and butter that he stirred together on his plate until it looked like baby shit. 
. . .
Download
Для скачивания .torrent файлов необходима регистрация
Сайт не распространяет и не хранит электронные версии произведений, а лишь предоставляет доступ к создаваемому пользователями каталогу ссылок на торрент-файлы, которые содержат только списки хеш-сумм
Показать сообщения:    
Ответить на тему