The Gods Themselves–A Review
Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain. The book is, I daresay, as profound as the quote. Authors come, authors go, but few, I think, can become immortal through their words. And no reader can deny that Asimov is one of those authors. My father, from whom I have inherited this love for reading, now reads little outside his subject area. One of these rare excursions of his back to the world of fiction was Asimov's ‘The Gods Themselves’. The relatively small book has ever since been on his suggestion list to me, ranking up there with epics such as ‘War and Peace’ and ‘Godfather’. Last month I read it. And boy, oh boy, did I love it. Almost everything was perfect with that book. The storyline was awesome. The imagery was so tastefully done <insert italian chef kiss>. The pace of the story was the most unique one I have ever come across. And I noticed no literary devices to make the story sound any more nail biting that it actually is. Yes. None at all. Just the s...