2011 Reading #77: Orbiter by Warren Ellis and Colleen Doran with Dave Stewart
Books 1-10.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
71. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown.
72. The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin.
73. Red by Warren Ellis and Cully Hamner.
74. Richard Stark's Parker Book One: The Hunter by Darwyn Cooke.
75. Plastic Man: On the Lam! by Kyle Baker.
76. Old Men In Love: John Tunnock's Posthumous Papers by Alasdair Gray.
77. Orbiter by Warren Ellis and Colleen Doran with Dave Stewart. Every so often something Warren Ellis does reminds me that he is, at bottom, a science fiction writer, and this is one of those somethings. It's a near-future commentary on the space program; now, the space program is something which I have decidedly mixed feelings about these days, but Ellis and Doran clearly don't, and this book reflects that. I confess that, without wishing to disrespect Doran's gorgeous art, I found myself thinking that if this had been a prose tale it could have appeared in just about any of the major SF magazines. It does feel--and I doubt that the creators would disagree with this--a bit more like the beginning of something than like a finished tale; I think that's intentional, because this reads like an exhortation for us to get back into space.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
71. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown.
72. The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin.
73. Red by Warren Ellis and Cully Hamner.
74. Richard Stark's Parker Book One: The Hunter by Darwyn Cooke.
75. Plastic Man: On the Lam! by Kyle Baker.
76. Old Men In Love: John Tunnock's Posthumous Papers by Alasdair Gray.
77. Orbiter by Warren Ellis and Colleen Doran with Dave Stewart. Every so often something Warren Ellis does reminds me that he is, at bottom, a science fiction writer, and this is one of those somethings. It's a near-future commentary on the space program; now, the space program is something which I have decidedly mixed feelings about these days, but Ellis and Doran clearly don't, and this book reflects that. I confess that, without wishing to disrespect Doran's gorgeous art, I found myself thinking that if this had been a prose tale it could have appeared in just about any of the major SF magazines. It does feel--and I doubt that the creators would disagree with this--a bit more like the beginning of something than like a finished tale; I think that's intentional, because this reads like an exhortation for us to get back into space.