John Thomas Sladek (December 15, 1937 – March 10, 2000) was an American science fiction author, known for his satirical and surreal novels.
An artist's life is supposed to lead toward his masterpiece, not away from it.
People have laughed at all great inventors and discoverers.
This is mainly because I spend a lot of time writing and so don't have much time to read; I hate to waste that time reading what may turn out to be junk food for the mind, when there's so much real writing to be read.
See, I have no journalism in my background, so I wasn't practised at research or writing non-fiction, nor at handling the truth in a journalistic way. Journalists know when to call a halt and write something, but I kept on looking for answers.
In most conventional novels, God is not allowed to be nuts. Nor are nuts allowed to be God.
SF has at least the advantage of not depending on preconceptions.
I think these days an SF connection would be a boost to other books; I'm sure more people have read my two little detective puzzles because of the SF connection.
Anything can happen in SF. And the fact that nothing ever does happen in SF is only due to the poverty of our imaginations, we who write it or edit it or read it. But SF can in principle deal with anything.
I usually like whatever I've recently finished best.
I started writing, or rather, thinking, stories as a child, and at that time the reason was very clear.
The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only more expensive.
Most publishers seem very reluctant to publish short story collections at all; they bring them out in paperback, often disguised as novels.
Today's robots are very primitive, capable of understanding only a few simple instructions such as 'go left', 'go right', and 'build car'.
R-4 got stuck on the First Law. "Can anyone really protect a human being from all harm whatever?" it thought. "No. It is inevitable that all humans must be injured, contract illnesses and ultimately die. The future can only be averted for humans who are already dead. Ergo. . . " It took a dozen cops to subdue R-4, after his blood orgy in a department store (83 dead, none injured).
I found some time ago that I have to be careful, while working on a novel, what I read.
The problem and privilege we all have is being alive in this century and able to read this language. It makes any list meaningless except the list of an illiterate.
Whatever I'm reading at the moment seems to influence whatever I'm writing.
We didn't have a phone when I was a kid, and I was too shy to smash any public phones, and our town didn't have a pool hall either, so I had to hang out at the public library - and anyway, I told myself stories.
I have a kind of standard explanation why, which goes like this: Science fiction is one way of making sense out of a senseless world.