(Hoot von Zitzewitz’s cover for the 1967 edition)
1/5 (Terrible)
I apologize for the lack of deep philosophical insight into the nuances of the book in question. None can be dispensed/inferred/implied or even invented that would adequately embody the throbbing intellect that exudes forth from every word. Instead, I shall wax nostalgic.
I loved underwater farms/cities/towns when I was a child. I drew translucent housing domes in cross-section, replete with carefully delineated plots of seaweed stewarded by land dwelling turtle/dog/humans (flippers, tummy fur, soft shells and the like) and an array of mechanical contrivances to facilitate harvesting, processing, and oxygen production.
I picked up a copy of Irving A. Greenfield’s Waters of Continue reading











