Approaching Oblivion: Road Signs on the Treadmill Toward Tomorrow

Approaching Oblivion: Road Signs on the Treadmill Toward Tomorrow

Harlan Ellison

Language: English

Pages: 118

ISBN: 0451077180

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Having read lots of Harlan Ellison's collections, I can honestly say that this one is not one of his best. You won't find any Hugo-award winners in here, folks. Of course, I've read LOTS of Harlan stories that DIDN'T win awards and were absolutely WONDERFUL. There is one such story in this collection that comes to mind--Erotophobia. Remember the opening scene of Austin Powers? Where he's being chased by all these women. That's the basic idea for that story. Absolutely hilarious. As for the rest of the stories in this book, I didn't find any that were Harlan at his worst. Even the story Catman, the longest and least enjoyable of the bunch had a little something to it. I wouldn't recommend that first time Harlan-readers start here, though. But for those of us that have read our Harlan, this is definitely worth getting.

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