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2014 is a good year to read 2010 Space Odyssey Two so’s to help get a better perspective when you read 2061 Odyssey Three. I’ve got 2001 Space Odyssey sitting over there asking itself why I haven’t re-read it, prior to launching into 2010. I haven’t confided to it that it’s just too damned far off the mark and leaves me pondering whether it was pure BS. I was a bit distracted in 2001 because of Y2K, but I’m inclined to think 2001 Space Odyssey and 1984 by George Orwell might have shared some chronological disorders.
Anyway, Clarke’s 2010, published in 1982, at least has briefcase computers. That’s an encouraging sign. And although men haven’t ventured beyond the moon, nor even as far as the moon in a longish while, they’re back to discussing the possibility of going to Mars, or maybe an asteroid or comet. Humanity decided somewhere back in the late-1970s that the moon wasn’t worth the price of admission. They’ve shot a lot of rocketships at it, set of a bomb trying to find water, but the moon has proved to be more profitable as an abstraction than a reality. Heck, people have made more money off the moon singing, recording, writing songs about it than they’ve managed to do sending rocketships to it. Even movies. There’s been more money made from movies about the moon and about people going to the moon, than from people actually doing it.
So while 2010 Odyssey Two is a fun, interesting and imaginative read by a fine author, it doesn’t recommend itself well under comparisons to reality as we mostly believe we’ve experienced it, or know of other humans experiencing it.
Planet of the Apes is a lot more accurate in that regard. I don’t know how the hell Planet of the Apes managed to happen right here under our noses without me noticing it before. But hell, there it is. Spang spread out all over the planet. Russian apes killing wossname, Ukraine apes, Syrian apes killing other Syrian apes, Iraq apes, Israel apes killing Palestine apes, Chinese apes killing India Indian apes, African apes killing other African apes, and US apes indiscriminately killing all but Israeli ones. Which establishes who the real Chosen apes are.
Arthur C. Clarke should have anticipated Planet of the Apes and written about it. Then he wouldn’t have to be consigned to the Nostradamus and George Orwell stream of close-but-no-cigar prognostications.