![]() ![]() My understanding of religion is that God wants us to grow out of our belief that anything less than “God” is meaningful or relevant. The fact that God (or the “Absolute”) has created us out of His/Her/Its imagination doesn’t make our imaginary worlds any realer. ![]() The universe is a super-set (THE super-set!) our imaginations form a microscopically small sub-set of “reality”. And I wouldn’t be surprised if John Scalzi wrote his “Red Shirts” story after having read this book. Okay, ignoring the puerility of the story, I would definitely like to comment about the premise that “whatever we can imagine, can exist, somewhere”. He was having fun partying with his friends and didn’t need-or cared?-to please anyone but himself. And finally, in the last chapter, I realized that Heinlein was "literarily" masturbating. ![]() My first impression is that my teenage self might have enjoyed the story and dialog…but my elder self finds it all rather silly and immature. ![]() The dialog is sophomoric and tedious-it took all my efforts (and remembrances of Heinlein’s greatness) to finish the story. Before I started writing a review of this book, because I felt so strongly about it, I first read enough prior reviews that I realized there’s no need for me to add anything: it’s already been said. ![]()
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