基本信息出版社：Tor Books
页码：384 页
出版日期：2005年04月
ISBN：0765310449
International Standard Book Number：0765310449
条形码：9780765310446
EAN：9780765310446
装帧：平装
正文语种：英语
丛书名：The Grand Tour

内容简介 In novels like Mars, and Moonbase, and Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn, as well as Privateers, The Precipice, and The Rock Rats, Ben Bova has been telling the stories of the wars and rivalries, the outsize individuals, public crusades, and private passions that will drive us as we expand into the Solar System and make use of its vast resources. And throughout, Bova has shown our cosmic neighborhood as we know it to be, giving us a sense of Venus and Jupiter and the Asteroid Belt and Mars that's as up-to-date as the latest observations. For the last two decades have been a golden age of near-Earth astronomy and observation, and Bova has made dramatic use of our newest knowledge.

Bova has written short fiction about some of the same characters and events--Sam Gunn, Martin Humphries, Klaus Fuchs, Dan Randolph, the Asteroid Wars. Now, in Tales of the Grand Tour, those stories are collected in book form for the first time, creating a volume that is a landmark of modern SF.

作者简介 A six-time winner of the Hugo Award, a former editor of Analog, former editorial director of Omni, and past president of the National Space Society and the Science Fiction Writers of America, Ben Bova is the author of more than a hundred works of science fact and fiction. He lives in Florida.

媒体推荐 "Ben Bova is the last of the great pulp writers."
--The New York Times on Tales of the Grand Tour

"His stories offer glimpses of the human side of space, the heroic grins and tragic grimaces alike."
--Publishers Weekly on Tales of the Grand Tour

"Bova is entirely equal to making the novel's personal and corporate rivalries interesting and even compelling...Well above average as hard sf and space advocacy, so that even many non-space buffs will enjoy it."
--Booklist on The Rock Rats

"Another attention-grabbing entry in a series that continues to grow in stature, scope, and complexity. Once again, Bova in top form."
--Kirkus Reviews on The Rock Rats

"With Isaac Asimov and Robert Heinlein gone, Bova, author of more than 70 books, is one of the last deans of traditional science fiction. And he hasn't lost his touch. Venus scorches."
--Kansas City Star

"Recalls the work of Heinlein in his Destination Moon mode, or Hal Clement in any number of stories: a day-after-tomorrow tale crafted with near-journalistic purity. . . It's a difficult, demanding mode to pursue, and not many choose to nowadays. But Bova does it magnificently."
--Paul Di Filippo, Scifi.com, on Jupiter


"Ben Bova is the last of the great pulp writers." (The New York Times )

"His stories offer glimpses of the human side of space, the heroic grins and tragic grimaces alike." (Publishers Weekly )
文摘 SAM AND THE FLYING DUTCHMAN


I ushered her into Sam’s office and helped her out of the bulky dark coat she was wearing. Once she let the hood fall back I damned near dropped the coat. I recognized her. Who could forget her? She was exquisite, so stunningly beautiful that even irrepressible Sam Gunn was struck speechless. More beautiful than any woman I had ever seen.
But haunted.
It was more than her big, soulful eyes. More than the almost frightened way she had of glancing all around as she entered Sam’s office, as if expecting someone to leap out of hiding at her. She looked tragic, lovely and doomed and tragic.
“Mr. Gunn, I need your help,” she said to Sam. Those were the first words she spoke, even before she took the chair that I was holding for her. Her voice was like the sigh of a breeze in a midnight forest.
Sam was standing behind his desk, on the hidden little platform back there that makes him look taller than his real 165 centimeters. As I said, even Sam was speechless. Leather-tongued, clatter-mouthed Sam Gunn simply stood and stared at her in stupified awe.
Then he found his voice. “Anything,” he said, in a choked whisper. “I’d do anything for you.”
Despite the fact that Sam was getting married in just three weeks’ time, it was obvious that he’d tumbled head over heels for Amanda Cunningham the minute he saw her. Instantly. Sam Gunn was always falling in love, even more often than he made fortunes of money and lost them again. But this time it looked as if he’d really been struck by the thunderbolt.
If she weren’t so beautiful, so troubled, seeing the two of them together would have been almost ludicrous. Amanda Cunningham looked like a Greek goddess, except that her shoulder-length hair was radiant golden blond. She wore a modest knee-length sheath of delicate pink that couldn’t hide the curves of her a
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