By Richard A. Lovett ©2010
Another one piece of flash fiction for Nature. This one’s probalby more fantasy than science fiction, but Nature liked it. It published on 3 June 2010.
Clay Nadir wanted a book for the beach. Not just any book, but the type that makes you forget the beach, other than as the place where you discovered Jack London or Sherlock Holmes or Norman Mailer. But even on the shelves of his city’s largest bookstore, he wasn’t finding anything. It was as though everything new had long ago been stuffed into his brain.
Maybe he was jaded. Maybe, once you’d worked your way through Agatha Christie, no manor house would ever again hold your attention. And was The Time Machine really that good, or had it simply been a first, both for Clay and the world? … Read more.