
Originally Posted by
Randy M.
I think that at different ages we find different things mind-blowing. When I was a teen, the Ballantine paperbacks of H.P. Lovecraft's stories awed me. I was more tolerant of his stylistic peculiarities than I probably would have been 10 years later, and his imagination had a drug-like effect on me; I found his stories not only frightening, but exhilerating as they forced me to think in cosmic terms. On rereading, I'm still mostly impressed, but not all the stories work for me like they once did.
In my late teens, early 20s a friend all but force-fed me LOTR and Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End. Again, completely floored. The scope of Tolkein's work awed me in its detail, in how exactly he had imagined his settings, characters and events, as did his ability to convey the sense of a long history behind his characters and their societies and cultures, while his themes of friendship, loyalty, betrayal, loss and love were somehow more accessible to me than they were in books with more contemporary settings. Clarke's book offered a different kind of scope, glimpses of the vastness of the universe of which we are only a very small part (really, in a way, it's only a little different from Lovecraft in this respect).
The books I've read recently that I would characterize as mind-blowing were Zothique by Clark Ashton Smith and The Course of the Heart by M. John Harrison. The former is made up of a series of short stories connected by taking place in the titular country, near the end of the life of the world. The latter shows a great compassion for flawed characters not much different in age or circumstances from myself, and how they cope with an experience they shared when young that they can barely admit to themselves much less express in words.
Randy M.
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