Best Science Fiction Writers

The Best Science Fiction Authors

A list of famous science fiction authors, with photos, biographies and other information when available. So who are the best science fiction writers in the world? It is a timeline of science fiction as a literary tradition. Gardener Dozois editiert The Year's Best Science Fiction : antasy and sci-fi magazines are fun.

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It is an issue of constant change within the science fiction scene. "The lone traveller through the universe finds earth for earth, some of which are populated by breeds of birds, others by insect-like beings whose shoals each make up the body of a monolith.

" Stapledon's pamphlet covers the sky. You will be forever altered. During the early 1950s, TV simply rolled on, and the crowd was fascinated by their flashing backdrops and ate their dinner from the TV cups. Movies and textbooks were also about to become victims of the new, all-encompassing media.

This captivating volume condemns the ledgers themselves - all the ledgers. Even the act of literacy is regarded as harmful to the order of society because it causes us to reflect and then to suspect the state. Rather than writing audiobooks, the audience is presented conformance via a four-wall TV, with the audio fed directly into the head via shell-shaped earphones (a brillant prleptic jump by Bradbury).

Montag, the protagonist, is a "fireman": his task is to incinerate every single volume that is discovered by the state's spy and informant. However, Monday is gradually becoming a day of conversion to read and eventually enters the underground: a committed group of people who have vowed to conserve global literary life by becoming the vivid places where the works they have remembered are kept.

In Fahrenheit 451, Marshall McLuhan and his theory of how mass communication shapes human beings, not just vice versa. As we find ourselves in the middle of a new era of cutting-edge technology, it's past the point of re-reading this iconic book that raises the never-ending questions: Who and how do we want to be?

" The first time I was reading Hothouse as a teens, I was excited by the living detail of Brian Aldiss' fertile, far-sighted jungles playing in a grandiose stapledonic premonition of a thriving earth in the limelight of her long evolving afternoons. Its liveliness certainly comes from Aldiss' own juvenile experience; he ministered in the messy theaters of the Second Worid Wars of Borneo and Sumatra.

In the meantime, the representation of a decentralized humanity in a melancholy farsightedness reminds us of sequences from HG Wells' The Time Machine - Aldiss has always been a great Wellsianer. "But it was also accepted by the Americans; it won a Hugo Prize, the Oscar of Science Fiction, called after Hugo Gernsback, the queen of US-Mags.

Aldiss' great work inspires me today as much as it did four centuries ago when I first found it, and it is a very original, overarching style and literature that, in its long term view, is both daunting and comforting. It' taken me years to get to the Sentinels. Whenever I came to the men in pantyhose and the huge nude navy man, I thought, "Ack! superhero comic" and laid him down again.

I had been reading 2000AD monthly since 1989 and Alan Moore's The Ballad of Halo Jones, about a young woman from an interstellar hood who wanted to "get out", was my favorite show of all of them. However, I did like the obscure, twisted things that had something to say about the whole wide globe, and super hero comic books seemed to be laboriously coded with no room for ethical ambiguities.

Moore is undermining what he does best, even with his most silly or dull philosopher. It uses the tale to break open the black parts of the mankind' s souls like a crab's shell, reveal the paste-like flesh inside and then prick it with a cattle stick to see it twist. He is the kind of author who makes one very clever (Kitty Genovese and the crowd morally bankrupt in the Guardians for example) and very foolish (a tens of arcaneictorian literary citations woven into every page of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) at the same tim.

Whether it's a singular theme, a vibrant vaudevillian track, a brief beats' tale or a pirates' horn-cartoon, every detail of the backdrop, every intermezzo is important. It expands the limits of narrative in a way that other authors would not try, let alone go through - with a wild public consciousness that questions everything we are.

If he has the brains, if he's not thinking about the essence of witchcraft or sex drive, or what storytelling means, then Moore is telling the right one. The Guardians of the cartoon, which I could not comprehend, became a tale that I consider to be what fiction can be.

However, they still enter us, the old pages from the glorious era of American SF, about half a hundred years ago, when the future was full of things that we would never have. By the mid-1940s, when he began publishing the 1952 City series, Clifford Simak, a Minneapolis-based writer and reporter, could still bear us with the vision that automobiles and environmental degradation and even the big towns of the earth - "Huddling Place",

Luckily, Simak soon gets past this dense view of a near futures life rescued by technology solutions, a form of humility that was equally prevalent among SF writers, Guru and policy makers, and begins an amazingly action-packed story of the next 10,000 years, as seen through the eyes both of a familiar background and the eternal Jenkins robotic, all with a strange sense of God-like past-oral calmness that seemed to a child like me.

Parallele Welten Lights are a kind of novel that other authors are reading and thinking: "Why don't I just give up and go home? It' also the only novel that makes me uncomfortable to sympathize with a series murderer. It is not a friendly or particularly sympathetic text.

Then I assumed that it was never intentional, and the writer would not want the kind of person who wants to like a character as his reader. Lights is also the textbook that writer and reviewer Adam Roberts was so sure he would receive the Arthur C Clarke Awards that he wanted to turn his name into Adam Van Hoogenroberts if not.

In 1870, the concept of "science fiction" was not coined when the US journal Atlantic Monthly released the first part of Edward Everett Hales' wonderfully excentric novel The Brick Moon. Five years before Jules Verne's From the Earth to the Moon had been released, so Hale's work was not unprecedented, but while Verne decided to raise his travelers with a huge gun, Hale opted for the just as unworkable but somehow more pleasant to use.

There' s an information drop about the degree of meridian and latitude: The tile moons are constructed so that they circle from polar to polar, so that humans everywhere can locate them by watching them. Ziegelmond is started by mistake with some men. The abandoned observe through a telescope how the travelers create their own little worlds by typing characters in capital characters.

Growing crops, holding worship ceremonies, and their brickyard moons become a small, enchanting satire on the earth. Hale did not publish the bricks in books until 1899, when Hale was in the 70', when HG Wells was at the crime site and Hale was forgotten.

However, what still makes The Brick Moon readable is not the academic visions, but the joyous quirky. I' m restless about the concept of literature'favourites', but Alfred Bester's 1957 novel The Stars My Destination has been at the top of my science fiction listing since my first discovery as a kid (although I very much like Bester's tiger, which was obviously considered too much of an art house for the trade).

Best was an urban and succesful Man Áv Dändy, an abnormality among the American SF writers of his time, and his best work is a delicious reminder of the minds and hustle and bustle in Manhattan after the war. The TSMD is a recounting of Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo, whose hero subhuman a gully foyle, rag proles, who has been completely changed in a universe that has been completely changed by the discoveries that transplantation is a matter of nature and instruction.

Absolutely sure-footed, stylishly mushy, dizzy in its speed and swing, TSMD is still as much as much enjoyable as anything I've ever had. Science fiction cannot be credited if you haven't been reading it, but not everyone who tries to do so knows that. You can' t credit it if you haven't seen anything else.

When I was 17, I was reading Orlando. This was half a epiphany, half a mess for me at this stage, but one thing was clear: that she envisioned a company that was very different from our own, an alienated, and dramatic one. Woolf comes into a dog's head in Flush, into a non-human brains, an extraterrestrial mindset - very scientifically fictitious if you look at it that way.

Woolf looks at the sleeping canine next to the shabby chair in which she has written and thinks about what your dream is..... and listens to the breeze.... to the bunny, outside on the hill, in the canine' s eternal state. Lovecraft's overdose is the most important thing about HP; he never uses three words when five are enough, but he does write words that are haunting the memory:

" I have a wobbly memory of the multiply chart, but these words worry me today as fresh as when I first used them. And why is there such an hankering, such a hankering for spooky tales and film? The look of that fool alone is a great nightmare, and we are not even in history.

At a meeting, I was hissing with the thrill of appreciation. It was Wyndham's love to ask the questions that every fictional realm triggers: the great "what if....". The catastrophic transformation has taken place, a great chained response of experiential science, material and policy crises, ethical predicaments, new hierarchy and references to a new order of the globe.

Though the effects of an unparalleled crises and Masen's own travels through the new wild forms the spine of history, it is the Triffid who are most strongly anchored in the reader's memories. In the end, anyone who read The Day of the Friffids will create their own vision of the most acrobatic fictional work.

The broad public in English language is deserving of Russians science fiction from the time of the Soviets. Strugatsky the Strugatsky family worked on a number of books and narratives, the most famous of which, also because it was shot in 1977 by Andrej Tarkowski as a stalker. It is a novel with an exceptional ambience - and a demo of how science fiction can open up the novel using a daring megaphor.

Not only can I choose a Diana Wynne Jones novel. There are so many novels she has written, all of them substantial, and amusing, and strange, and truth. Mixing imagination and science fiction with the home, she smoothed out unfortunate family and clumsy teenagers with mystical characters, alien forces and all kinds of other perilous beasts.

I' m a science fiction readership before I found Dogsbody. However, I may have quickly grown out of science fiction, gone to reading on the horse and girl and high school if it wasn't for Dogsbody and The Homeward Bounders and Archer's Goon, and if it weren't for Kathleen, who saves a pup and fell in lover with a celebrity, and Jamie, who spied on a perilous play that they play, and Howard with his two very complex family.

While Wynne Jones' novels often deal quite literally with different realms, her figures are very much part of them. However, I am an adult now and have a kid of my own, and I trust in her novels, her piercing insight into family relations, her amazing way of seeing the world. It is simple: hundreds of years after the self-destruction of our civilization in a atomic conflict, the churches preserve remains of its scholarly findings in the deserts of a shattered America.

One of the Jews' converts, Liebowitz the Englishman, had an important role in rescuing literature from the anti-scientific setback after the conflict. The same goes for the cathedral, which this year brings its remains - and the extensive memorabilia - to the heavens. The first of the new scientist mocks an abbot's bizarre faith in evoltuon.

As his many brief histories show, Miller was able to imagine distant world. It is a tragic means to lead us to the most frosty scientific-fictional realization of all: that also our civilization is one of rest after the disaster. Neil Bell uses the word "rare books" in his own, thoroughly odd 1946 novel Life Comes to Seathorpe to describe members of a new, disparate literature mayhem.

He says that a textbook is seldom when" [i]t stand for itself..... among all textbooks..... An incomparable scientific fright of fiction that is all the more mighty because of its icy fiction and does not only provoke the horrors of visa -eral, -society and philosophy.

The most interesting and quarrelsome of the Fabians in politics, Wells has always been, but as so often, the criticisms, inconsistencies and disasters in his fiction go far beyond those in his self-confident nonfictionary. As with any rewarding fiction, the volume eludes allegoric reductions, but among the phenomenon at stake isolonialism.

Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress was the first volume I ever purchased with my own cash. I was so impressed by it that I, still a committed agnostics, began to believe that a textbook should have at least two layers and contain some kind of morality to it. To learn Christianity to be a respectable man by confronting the perils and seductions of the worlds was a fairly good lesson for an alleged literate.

It contains everything I was looking for in the fictional fantasy, even if one writer denies that he had no particular ethical use. For science fiction like Alfred Bester's The Stars My Destination, the writer rejects allegorical (though not idealistic) and stresses that he is only recounting a romatic tale of The Count of Monte Cristo, which is going to play in the years to come, but I already found a little more when I was reading it at the tender ages of 16 in Paris, when I was in front of Shakespeare and Co, after I had made enough to buy it from Bushing.

Bester's prophecies encompassed a universe in which all mighty noble familys bear the name of Heinz, Chrysler, Sara Lee and most of the well-known marks; a universe in which democracies have been undermined and odd cultures that reflect facets of our contemporary worlds have emerged. To me it made as much of an impact as it did BUNYN and reminded me why the best science fiction, as in Ballard, still contains vibrant images and vigorous fiction paired with a potent ethical perspective.

Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson is a great (over 900 pages), brillant, Arthur C Clarke award-winning tale about the foundation of contemporary science. In the fictitious early work of Daniel Waterhouse, "King of the Vagabonds" Jack Shaftoe, and the former harem-girl-turned-economics-wizard Eliza, the fates are unlikely (but inevitable) intertwined by the intrigues of the royal courts, Le Roi himself and the establishment of the Royal Society, but even this does not begin to obscure Quicksilver's joyful spread.

Enthusiasm is too seldom in fiction. As Quicksilver first came out, I described it as a place to move in and start a home, rather than a work. Best science fiction, even the best fiction, contains whole world. Time-and-Rewind is an originals; there is nothing like it.

It' s the tale of Si Morley, a merchant artiste who one of these days, in 1970, draws a bar of bar of bar lotion when a US Army mystery man shows up at his Manhattan offices to enlist him for a clandestine administration work. It turns out to be a journey through history; the concept is that it is possible to train performers and other creative individuals (through self-hypnosis) to present themselves so fully in the past that they actually go there.

Exploiting the irony and effect of butterflies, the story's greatest appeal lies in the cheerful observation of old New York and the romance that slowly evolves between Si and pretty Julia, who she doesn't believe when he says he's a traveler through an age. Loaded again and again with historical photographs and engraved newspapers, which Jack Finney graciously incorporates into the film.

Reading WG Sebald's Austerlitz for the first reading, a completely different story in terms of theme and atmosphere, I realized that it had something to do with Finney's use of images as proof in a novel. There' s something nostalgic about history in old age: 1970 is now 41 years ago.

I' m getting a little shower of old-fashionedness on the first pages of the book: Gee, guys went into the office and sat on drafting panels and got payed to do soaps. This is a hell of a time. I' ll keep reading about it. He began to write in 1955 (he was in his mid-20s) and his first serious novel, The Drowned Welt, was not published until seven years later.

Prior to that, he was producing a torrent of amazing shorts, which are among his best fictions for longtime fans of Ballard's typefaces. For the first contemplation, he investigated many of the topics that were to take on a new shape in his more well-known late work. The highlight of these tales is an exceptional novel, The Voices of the Times, which was first released in 1960 and later the cover novel of a series.

A threatening worldwide catastrophe is seen from the perspective of a group of sleep-seeking researchers gradually going crazy in a deserted area encircled by saline ponds, where genetically engineered mutated creatures have been reared to withstand the avira. I' ve been reading the tale a dozen time, never really understanding it, but I've never missed drawing on Ballard's transparent typing and astonishing and surrealism.

When I picked her at the tender ages of 12 or 13 (I remember choosing her from a revolving bookstall near a bookstore in the Lake District during one of those rainy childrenhood holidays), I was already acquainted with Clarke as the down-to-earth historian of the near-life.

Clarke led me to the Moon, Mars and beyond in numerous shorts and fiction such as Earthlight, 2001: A Space Ulysses and Rendezvous with Rama, always with the same benevolent, skeptical, calm voices of serenity. Seldom, for a novel composed half a hundred years ago (which owes its origins to a work before the Second Worid War), the city's key concepts still have a courageous and far-reaching feeling.

Diaspar's constituents talk in real life, are constantly reincarnated from computer libraries, their characters are re-mixed from repetition to repetition, and they can organize and work on their own recollections at will. He was a scholar, and his work follows the traditional "hard SF" - a largely despicable concept, but we stick to it - that is, science fiction with an eyes on rigorous scholarly credibility.

Rather, Dunes Desert is eloquent but metaphorical and topographic significant, empty enough of traditional geographic characteristics - the frontispic card is an empty page that is hardly stained by punctured strokes with random characteristics - to create a clear esthetic and phantasy. I have been suggesting this work for over 40 years to those who want to try science fiction for the first and it still does it very well.

But one of the things I like about it is how clearly it shows that science fiction can have not only the normal qualities and joys of the novel, but also the surprising and transforming force of the thought experience. "And then we find out more and more about this winter which is in an icy period in which men are usually neither men nor women, but have the capacity to become both.

There is much to be learned by the man from Earth who studies this and so do we; and we are learning it in the course of an exciting history of adventures, which includes a great "crossing of the ice". The Guin's speech is clear and pure and contains both the manuscript thinking of her dad Alfred Kroeber and the magic poems of storytelling that her mom Theodora Kroeber found in US narratives.

The secular knowledge that is being brought to bear on the romanticism of other worlds and on the depths of mankind is Le Guins' special present to us, and something of which science fiction will always be proud. Give it a try - you will never think of humans in the same way again.

because Butler was described as a science fiction author. Thought I knew science fiction, but I had never even read about it - and not many other people, I guess. Butler was the only female African-American science fiction author for many years. Kinddred recounts the disturbing and memorable tale of a young dark lady who journeys through the ages saving the lives of her slave-owner ancestors. But it is, in Butler's words, "a fierce fantasy", not science fiction.

From the 1970' Butler has written three novels: the Patternsist Book, the Lilith's Brood Book and the Parable Novel (incomplete at her sad 2006 death). As a serious author who works in an area that is rarely taken seriously, Butler dealt with biocontrol, sex, humanity's relation to extraterrestrials, genetic and even the evolution of a fictitious faith.

" Butler' s typeface is bold, inspiring and steeped in a unique clarity of intent. The Bloodchild and Other Stories is a good place to discover their work. It was when I lived in Torquay in 1999 that I first saw Neuromancer. It was a period of low-cost funky groceries, smoking, video games, arcade and Hello Kitty hair bands for me.

This novel was just right for the times, and its post-industrial Japan wasteland didn't seem so out-of-the-way. With small, accurate detail, Gibson creates a universe where human beings are determined by their modern technology, fashion and physical sophistication. Neuromancer, like Gibson's other works, always knows what the figures are in.

I' m amazed that Gibson is considered a very male author, considering the emphasis on fashions and the entirely romanticized storylines. Yes, there is a lot of random access memory (the fact that in the" future" random access memory is one of the few things to date the novel), a sort of army look named Screaming Fist and Simon-Console.

I put three good-luck charm booklets on my desktop before I started to write The End of Mr Y, and that was one of them. While my novel is not cyber punk, I wanted my reader to sense something of what I felt when I first saw Neuromancer.

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