Posted on 31/01/04
Science. Fiction
Iam a devotee of fiction about science. Not science fiction, though I occasionally crack a Michael Crichton novel for the dope on dinosaur DNA or nanotechnology. Admittedly, the border between SF and literary fiction is a bit blurry: Where exactly do we place Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, some of the fiction of Iain Banks, Doris Lessing and Russell Hoban, or Ronald Wright's Scientific Romance, with its riff on H. G. Wells's The Time Machine, and Margaret Atwood's dystopic Oryx and Crake?
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