I have to say in continuation of my last post that I always thought ‘City and Stars’ to be absolutely magnificent. I read it for the first time when flying back from Europe to
L.A. in 1973. We flew past Las Vegas at night. It wasn’t
so big then, so it was like a small pool of brilliant light,
with roads radiating out into the blackness. It reminded me
of what the great under the Tomb of Yarlan Zey must have
looked like, when the whole planet was still inhabited.
Years later I bought a German translation of the book but it wasn’t as good as the original.
