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Have Space Suit—Will Travel

Cover of Have Space Suit—Will Travel.

I usually avoid classic sci-fi: I’ve had mostly negative run-ins, where books had aged badly and either didn’t interest me or felt off-putting. So, like Zelazny and Clarke and a bunch of others, I’ve been postponing Heinlein.

But “Have Space Suit, Will Travel” did not disappoint at all. The story of a teenager, a space nerd, exploring the universe was charming and simple. It has tight pacing, a good narration, a decent plot, but above all: very good storytelling. The book is hilarious at times, and touching at others. It’s aged some, of course, but that’s a point in favour of it: The protagonist is very much living in his times, so that he and his thoughts don’t feel artificial. I’ve come to expect cardboard characters from old sci-fi, and this book delivered real (if simple) characters instead.

A big point in favour is also that while there are noticeable references to aged gender roles – the protagonist is travelling with a younger girl for a time – he acknowledges both his protective impulses and that they are not always appropriate, which was funny, charming, and somewhat impressive.

My next Heinlein will be “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress”, which is less forbidding now that I know that Heinlein is readable.


Quotes

‘Good luck’ follows careful preparation; ‘bad luck’ comes from sloppiness.

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I should have stuck to advanced finger-painting and never let Dad lure me into trying for an education. There isn’t any end- the more you learn, the more you need to learn.

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There is no such thing as luck; there is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe.

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Find out what you want to do, then do it. Never talk yourself into doing something you don’t want.

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It made no noise but a whoosh and there weren’t any flaming jets-it seemed to move by clean living and righteous thoughts.

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When you see a rainbow you don’t stop to argue the laws of optics.

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“Peewee!” I said sharply. “You’re not listening.” “What were you doing talking,” she answered reasonably, “when I wasn’t listening?”

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