hans den boer|
after 35 years i read this novel again.
translation in dutch, so i cannot judge the original text.
excellent reading, even more so after all this time.
as most sf of that era, the novel is quite dated.
a time of dreams, and hope, or so it seems often to me.
lost, i'm afraid, as such.
but then, by now i am an elderly jaded man, a bit lost myself.
about fifty pages of text.
all around the number seven.
and around the essence of sexual/emotional dreaming of the younger.
which does not disappear with the passing of time, just gets hidden more deeply.
i am not a mathematician, nor a literary critic, not even a psychologist.
but i know what i see, eat, and read.
and this story fills mind and soul, just for a while, as it is intended.
the travel around the number seven is exciting.
the innocent and honest sexuality is exciting.
and, very importantly, these subjects take over just before one of them becomes too heavily charged.
in short, lovely reading, very interesting, and still very erotic.