Here my friends, we see what is surely the very apotheosis of two-fisted sci-fi.
You get the feeling any egghead who starts complaining about time travel paradoxes or photosynthesis is gonna be met with a knuckle sandwich in this book.
Leaving aside the gender politics for a moment, you gotta love the idea that the guy in this book considers a job piloting the first rocket to an unknown world to be “short, practical and strictly business”.
If you’ll allow me two posts in a row with a music tie-in, here’s Mike Rep & The Quotas, on a Rocket To Nowhere, and I’m off to roam around Iberia for a week with no internet access, so see ya soon!
