A few weeks ago Daniel and I stopped by the
used book store in town (there are actually two used book stores in town, but we don't go to the other one because the proprietor was rude to us). This was foolish. Because we bought a number of books. Over the past year or so we've taken to buying vintage paperbacks. I especially like the vintage science fiction, but we're also amassing a collection of vintage classics (usually Signet classics) (check out our collection
librarything). So I was browsing the sci-fi section and pulled out
The High Crusade by Poul Anderson. I sit down and read the back. And start reading the darn book right there in the store.
9/30/2009:
The High Crusade by Poul Anderson. A spaceship lands in 1345 England. The locals thrash the alien invaders, board the ship (because dude! they can get to France and the Holy Land in no time at all and thrash those guys too). But it goes awry and they end up on an alien planet, taking on an alien empire with technology vastly superior to English tech of 1345.
The best part about this book is the pretense to monastic writing. The story begins in the manner of a medieval manuscript, and we're reminded of that tone through out the book. Probably my favorite moment is when the monk (and narrator) is in conversation with the nobleman and others on the alien planet and has a break down because he realizes he doesn't know if it's Friday and if they'll all be damned for eating meat, and which of these alien animals and vegetables would the Bible prohibit anyway? A fun book. Especially if you like sci-fi and medieval stuff. Yay!
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