I have a few books I return to every once in a while. Frankenstein. Fahrenheit 451. The Hunter. Red Harvest.
But in this century, I haven't come back to Caves of Steel, a book I read first in Sixth grade and probably last looked at in 11th grade. Which is odd. If you asked me if I liked it, I'd have given you a definite thumbs-up.
At the time, I was aware I was reading something published more than thirty years prior - but that wasn't entirely new to me. I'd read kids fiction and non-fiction books written in the fifties. I was aware of the 1950's and 60's belief in atomic energy, which had fallen apart in the wake of Three Mile Island and Chernobyl. As a young child, I'd read speculative non-fiction about where we were headed - and firmly believed that humanity's future would be one of robotic pals, cybernetics and star-faring pioneering.
Well, two out of three ain't bad.










