By 1974, when M. John Harrison dropped The Centauri Device on an unsuspecting literary world, nothing in sci-fi smelled worse than the astronaut adventure. More stale than an old, forgotten box of Space Food Sticks, these stories seemed trapped in a perpetual time warp, repeating the tired recipes of the Golden Age of Sci-Fi. After reading a few pages, …
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