Who is the greatest science fiction writer of all time?

One of the biggest talents Heinlein had was his ability to be evocative rather than descriptive. Heinlein’s characters and worlds were always very vivid to me, yet he didn’t spend a lot of time on long, descriptive passages. The details just sort of popped out of the dialog or in the small amount of describing he actually did.

Heinlein is the anti-Brett Easton Ellis. Writers like Ellis will spend pages describing in minute detail a character’s clothes, his watch, shoes, the trade names of the materials used to make the fabric on the guy’s freaking sofa, etc. Some people really like that level of detail.

Heinlein would go into detail, but it was usually about technical subjects. In terms of characters and background, his exposition was there but buried in the plot and dialog most of the time. So I’d read a book and realize that I could picture all the characters in my head, the planets, the spaceships, or even the entire culture, and not remember actually having them described to me.

Perhaps it’s because Heinlein worked in archetypes and drew on familiar culture and shared experiences, so the (North American) reader could easily place himself or herself in the story. But however he did it, Heinlein’s backgrounds and characters always just leaped off the page for me, and it made his books much more compelling than most other SF, or other literature in general.

At least, that’s what it did to me. Maybe Heinlein is polarizing because people who don’t share the background don’t feel the immersion and the books don’t have quite the same impact.

Stranger in a Strange Land, Number of the Beast and a third I can’t even remember (in that order), I think I gave up in the middle of the last one. It was an earlier one and I thought it might be better but that sealed my hate. It really pissed me off because I heard so much about how great he was and Stranger was a famous novel. I kept trying other books thinking maybe it just wasn’t my taste and something else would be better, but it’s like that saying “fool me once, shame on me” except in this case it’s “make me waste my time reading 3 crappy books and I will hate you forever”.

I would vote for Asimov or Clarke because they did more than just write science fiction or I would go with Verne.

Agreed. If I didn’t like Verne so much, Heinlein would be a shoo-in for me. I can’t pick up one of his books without getting drawn in, and in part it’s because he treats the future as a comfortable, familiar thing. The classic example, mentioned often by Niven, is Heinlein’s casual use of “The door dilated” to give a feel of the comfortable but unfamilar – no lengthy explanation of how the door is built, the mechanisms, by which it works, or the reasons for using something so different. Just say the door dilated, and it’s enough. Or Manny’s talking about the lunar hotel with the Rabbit’s Head trademark – you can fill in the rest. Even late in his career, in Friday, he casually mentions “the Beanstalk”, and elaborates no further, assuming that his audience, having read Clarke’s Fountains of Paradise or one of the other current books using Space Elevators, and would not only know what he was talking about, but could appreciate his character using such a colloquialism for it instead of a coldly engineering descriptive term.

Philip K.Dick, NO! I mean Heinlein.

That is I mean Arthur C.Clarke.

Or do I mean Banks ?

Sorry I can’t choose, I like chocolate and I like roast beef but in different ways.

Jack Vance. Not even a fair contest.

If you guys say so, but I remember looking in bookstores (even specialized science ficition bookstores) under the name Harlan Ellison and the only thing I remember ever seeing was the collection titled Shatterday. I have read a few of his other stories in S. F. anthologies I have (like The Beast That Shouted Love At The Heart of The World or I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream or Adrift off the Islets of Langerhans…), but in bookstores, Harlan Ellison is very poorly represented.

Isaac Asimov is much more prolific.

Well, I wanted to add a couple of dark-horse candidates. I cannot argue that either is the greatest science fiction *writer *of all time, because their stories are fairly dire, but they did have an enormous impact.

The first is Hugo Gernsback, the guy who saw a real genre in these scientific romances, and published the first magazine devoted to them, and coined the word scientifiction to describe them, and got one of the two most prestigious awards in the field named after himself.

The second is John W. Campbell, who did more than anyone else to transform science fiction from a literary ghetto to the semi-respectable status that it enjoys today. Campbell’s tenure on Astounding Science Fiction was a sea-change in the level of readability in science fiction. Most of the authors mentioned in this thread are “Campbell” authors.

I still have to go with Verne. Until he came along there were stabs at sci fi like Utpia and Frankenstein. But he wrote sci fi and popularized it. He wrote lots of it and made it a new and acceptable form. They still make movies based on his books.

Give him another try. Try The Green Hills of Earth, and The Man Who Sold the Moon. Those are reasonably representative of his Golden Age stuff, without being too juvenile. And since the second one is a string of short stories, it doesn’t make up too much of an investment of your interest (the first is technically a novella, but a LONG one).

If you decide Golden Age is worthwhile and you want juvenile, there’s Starman Jones, The Rolling Stones, and Have Spacesuit, Will Travel.

I’ll go with Verne. He practically invented the genre, and his work still reads well.

Not a single mention for Douglas Adams, though? I guess most people think of his work as comedy in a sci-fi setting rather than actual sci-fi?

I probably haven’t read it. I quit reading the Callahan’s series a while back. I only picked up the one from the library because I was in a hurry, it was there, and I thought that my tastes or his writing had changed.

Wile E, I’m sorry that those were the ones you started with, and if someone recommended them to you specifically, you have my permission to slap them. The only redeeming feature of Number of the Beast is that it’s possible that it was intentionally written as an object example of what not to do, and every science fiction fan either loves or hates Stranger in a Strange Land. Try, instead, the short story collections kaylasdad suggested, or any of the juveniles, or The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

Others have mentioned Zelazny: While he’s certainly a great writer, I’m not sure he ever wrote science fiction. Everything I’ve read by him is fantasy. Even when his gods (and it seems he always writes about gods) are men who ascended by vaguely-specified technology, they’re still gods first and foremost, and the technology has no relevance.

Another couple that surprise me - no one has mentioned William Gibson yet.

Neil Stephenson has only been obliquely referred to.

Bruce Sterling?

John Brunner?

And why do I continue on with my enthusiasm for Spider Robinson?

My wife had to read Asimov, Bradbury, Clarke and Heinlein as part of Grade 11 english. It was the teacher’s idea to stimulate the more reluctant readers in the class. My wife, whose omnivorous appetite for literature needed no stimulation whatsoever, came away from the experience hating science fiction because of the cardboard characters, the plots that centered around ideas rather than around human emotions and the terrible, pompous dialogue. “Science Fiction must be all crap.” Then, a roommate in university forced her to read “Melancholy Elephants”. From there, it was on to the Calahan books, Stardance and further. This allowed her to go back and read some of the other science fiction.

He has inflicted misery and death on secondary characters - Fast Eddie’s uncle, for instance, who was arrested for indecency with a minor and died in prison. As far as the primary characters, killing them off in droves just wouldn’t be in keeping with his Whitmanesque optimism that there is nothing that good intentions and group thinking can’t overcome. He does not tend to write villains, in any conventional sense - the antagonists have clear, well thought out reasons for their actions that bring them in conflict with the rest of the cast.

I love it that he was the first science fiction writer to consider the effect of zero gravity on dancers. There is science in his writing, but he is fascinated by its aesthetic beauty.

I love his sense of humour, of whimsy. His writing is very musical - not only in his references to musicians, but in the rhythm of his prose and the pacing of his plotlines. Samuel R. Delaney is the only other SF writer whose name comes to mind in that context.

And if there is anywhere in real life that is an analogue of Calahan’s Crosstime Saloon, it’s here - the SDMB.

Hate him if you must, but I persist in my admiration for his writing.

Doorways in the Sand - no gods, science is a bit rubbery and I think there’s telepathic aliens there, but hell there’s telepathy in Larry Niven.

Also My Name is Legion which is actually a series of linked novellas, including the completely awesome “Home is the Hangman”.

A whole lot of his short stories, which are much better than his novels anyway - “A Rose for Ecclesiastes” (modulo whether you think Burroughs-style Mars is actually science fiction), “The Doors of His Face, the Lamps of His Mouth”, “For a Breath I Tarry”, many others.

I read a number of Heinlein’s novels while I was between the ages of 15 and 19 and immediately decided that the man was an A+ literary genius second only to Shakespeare by a small margin and that the quality of life on earth would be exactly proportional to the extent by which we followed Heinlein’s dictates. Sometime around age 24 or so I read some of his books and also had a chance to reflect on my memories of the ones I’d read as a teenager. Universally, Heinlein’s novels are awful. Awful. Dozens of problems could be pointed out, but the pivotal one simply jumps out from everything he wrote.

The characters is Robert Heinlein’s novels do not behave like real human beings. Period. Basically almost everything he wrote is a lecture on how life would be better if (a) we stopped feeling guilty about sex and just had sex with whoever we wanted whenever we wanted (b) we trimmed the size of government to almost nothing, or © men all adopted strict military standards for conduct and thought. Now for all three of these things fail for obvious reasons that any adult should know. Heinlein doesn’t deal with any of those obvious reasons. He simply writes works of fiction in which human nature is so completely unlike the real thing that his bad ideas can all work perfectly.

So, on to the real topic of the thread, the winner should be Jack Vance. Vance has written almost fifty science fiction novels in addition to scores of short stories and many fantasy and mystery novels. Every single one of his works that I’ve read is excellent, and I’ve read at least twenty. Fundamentally he succeeds because he remembers that a good story must be centered on plot and characters. His main characters are always three-dimensional ones that one can grow attached to. His plots are always surprising. While they are adventure science fiction novels, they avoid nearly all genre cliches. In particular, Vance never allows his heroes to succeed by muscular strength or superior firepower or by inventing a new technological gizmo to solve their problems. Instead, they get caught up in complicated situations and have to win out by tenacity, intelligence, and grit. I don’t believe there is any better author alive right now writing in English in any genre.

He was on my list before I edited the list out. He would be in my top five just for storytelling ability.

Well, you see I came to it entirely the other way around. I started reading Asimov’s non-fiction first – his science books for teenagers. I loved them. They were interesting, yet I could understand them. And of course they were full of ideas and had no characters or emotions at all. So it was easy for me to accept his fiction, which were full of ideas but had minimal characterization.

Agreed. Heinlein’s characters are competent.

Kilgore Trout

I like Clarke, love Heinlein, but I idolize Asimov.