interesting
I haven't seen that one, but I was given this one at about the same time:
http://ski-ffy.blogspot.com/2010/08/encyclopedia-of-science-fiction_25.html
Wonderful book.
Christmas 1977, my parents bought me a copy of Pan Books' The Visual Encyclopedia of Science Fiction. Visual Encyclopedia of Science Fiction The progenitor? I'd been reading 2000AD since April - from issue eight, since you ask - and was soon devouring secondhand paperbacks by John Christopher, John Wyndham, Arthur C Clarke …
That there isn't a huge pile of classic SF books with a 'take one each' sign by the door.
I believe that kids (say 8 to 12) need to read, and they need something to exercise their imaginations, and SF can be very good at that (it can equally be a load of tripe, but that's life).
After finishing CS Lewis I started Tolkein (I had to stop at silmarillion) and thence to Asimov, Smith, Niven, Harrison and so many more.
I guess I wish all kids could have the same upbringing and chance to develop as me, and maybe I'm just being selfish, but nowadays it seems kids are just too close-minded.
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I just googled images for "Codex Seraphinianus"
All I can say is !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It looks like, er, well, I take it some recreational substances may have been involved.
The the words of the great Zaphod Beeblebrox: "I hope you've got your head screwed on, baby!"
Scifi and British SciFi in particular has never been higher profile than it is now. With the Scottish mafia (banks, stross, Reynolds etc) as well as authors like China Meiville and others.
Try reading the best SciFi movies never made articles from a couple if weeks ago and I defy you to repeat that comment.
But certainly not vibrant and healthy.
Publishers seem to want meathead noir fiction, with morons charging around with blasters and memory backups and blowing shit up. It's not real SF - it's war-porn psychopath noir with stick-on costumes.
See also ten space marines/mercs in a drop ship fiction. And "Death'quarg of Ravenholm Book 59" sausage machine fantasy.
It's dull, dull stuff. But anything that's fresh or (the heresy...) optimistic hardly ever makes it past the agent/publisher hive mind.
There are occasional exceptions. But this isn't exactly SF's golden age.
I remember that one fondly too in a late seventies fashion. It wasn't my own copy, but a family friend who was storing a load of books and other household goods at my parents, following a house fire. He was an avid sci-fi fan, I was very happy. Maybe that was the faint smoky aroma having an effect?