fifty-something going on twelve

‘The Third Eye’ by Theodore Cogswell (1968)

From the back cover –

“The common problems of today’s world/The Strange solutions of tomorrow’s world”

“From the complexities of the employment-economic problems to new ways to promote breakfast cereals…from the first awareness of adolescence to the hardened emotions of a professional soldier.”

“The incredible ways men of the future solve these and other problems of life almost makes one happy to be alive now.”

Echoing the words of others, it’s been said that the golden age of science fiction is twelve meaning that is your age when you first begin to read and fall in love with sci-fi. It is true for me as well when I think back. The Third Eye was a collection of 1950’s era short stories first published in 1968 which coincidentally is the year I turned twelve. Although I didn’t discover this book until my 55th year I’d like to think it contained the types of stories that would have helped my developing love of sci-fi then as much as I enjoyed reading it for the first time now.


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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