I just read Logan’s Run by William F. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson for the third time (read it first as a 12-year-old in 1976, when the York/Agutter film was out, read it a second time, along with the two sequels in the mid-80s).
It is not a great novel, in fact, it is merely a string of set pieces as Logan and Jessica run from L. A, cross country – Marianas Trench, North Pole, South Dakota, Virginia, Washington D. C., Pittsburg, and eventually Florida – to Sanctuary (and what a disappointment Sanctuary was!). Competently written, and very word-colorful in places, but even as a kid I could never seriously buy Nolan’s and Johnson’s backstory of the Little War. Even then, it all seemed as crazy as a soup sandwich. As I get older, well past the age for Deep Sleep, their premise just gets dumber.
But I “love” it. A few reasons why. “Youth Culture” is even more pronounced now than 1967, when the novel was published. I can understand the Runners desire to live. This novel was the first time I had heard of Crazy Horse mountain. I’m still hoping it will be finished within my lifetime. And Ballard. . . that surprised me.
No spoliers, unless somebody really wants them, then BOX them if we do.
The '76 movie was even dumber, but Ustinov was amusing and well, Jenny Agutter was in it – what is there not to like about that.
Keep hearing about a new film, with the ages back down to 21. CGI Crazy Horse, etc. We’ll see.
Your dumb novels, and why you love 'em. . .
Sir Rhosis
Since “bad” and “dumb” are subjective, please, no three-page long treatises on why X’s choice is misguided. Thanks.