"...fields of wheat." made me think of Woody Allen. How appropriate.
I always thought a SF story in The New Yorker would involve a desert island and a psychiatrist's couch. Maybe with two stockbrokers in a bar and some dogs thrown in.
My thoughts on a Hollywood version involves huge mechanizations that block out the sun to try and keep it from reproducing...that eventually backfire on us and force us to live underground, only to ONE DAY RECLAIM THE SURFACE.
"Mr. Millhauser, we loved your story, just flipped over it. We want to bring it to Hollywood. We are making a few minor tweaks to better fit the big screen. Instead of yellow dust made of organisms, it will be giant yellow ants with lasers on top of their heads. Frickin' ants with lasers, isn't that great? And the people will react a little differently. Instead of a quiet desperation they will chase the alien-laser-ants with monster trucks. Damn, I can't wait to see your story on the screen!"
Thanks. I was a bit disappointed by Lethem's venture into comic books with "Omega the Unknown", but "Gun, With Occasional Music" and "As She Climbs Across the Table" were both modern sci-fi classics.
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I always thought a SF story in The New Yorker would involve a desert island and a psychiatrist's couch. Maybe with two stockbrokers in a bar and some dogs thrown in.
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My thoughts on a Hollywood version involves huge mechanizations that block out the sun to try and keep it from reproducing...that eventually backfire on us and force us to live underground, only to ONE DAY RECLAIM THE SURFACE.
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The answer to that determines if it's a horror story or a utopian story.
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