It isn’t just the green stuff we cultivate all summer. Of course as the landscape continues to turn brown you might start to become more educated about grass.
When the grass turns brown you might think to yourself.damn my lawn looks like crap quickly followed by woohoo no more mowing.followed by wait don’t cows eat grass?.followed by, but I like cheeseburgers. I came to the understanding that all men are friends by convenience and enemies by choice.” "What did you think of that kid from Liverpool last night? That goal he made was nearly impossible." Hopefully the whole frightful mess will be cleared up by spring." "The Americans say they have a line on it. "You don’t suppose that problem in China is going to become an issue for us?" "So are we still on for tennis tomorrow?" I’ve heard as many as two million are dead already. "Terrible about the rioting and the killing. "I hear the Americans are sending some cargo ships of food to China." "What did you think of the coffee today wasn’t it bold? It is from somewhere in Africa. It was called the Chung-Li Virus and first appeared by destroying the rice crops in China. It’s different when you find it on your doorstep-on every doorstep.” It’s all right if the tragedy’s a comfortable distance away-if you can watch it from a seat in the cinema. ‘What happens between the people,’ he said, ‘that’s the thing I’m interested in.’ The Mars aspect, he felt, was irrelevant.
In an interview towards the end of his life, conversation turned to a recent spate of novels set on Mars and a possible setting for a John Christopher story: strand a group of people in a remote Martian enclave and see what happens. ‘I read somewhere,’ Sam once said, ‘that I have been cited as the greatest serial killer in fictional history, having destroyed civilisation in so many different ways – through famine, freezing, earthquakes, feral youth combined with religious fanaticism, and progeria.’ He is perhaps best known as John Christopher, author of the seminal work of speculative fiction, The Death of Grass (today available as a Penguin Classic), and a stream of novels in the genre he pioneered, young adult dystopian fiction, beginning with The Tripods Trilogy. Over the following decades, his imagination flowed from science-fiction into general novels, cricket novels, medical novels, gothic romances, detective thrillers, light comedies … In all he published fifty-six novels and a myriad of short stories, under his own name as well as eight different pen-names. Samuel Youd was born in Huyton, Lancashire in April 1922, during an unseasonable snowstorm.Īs a boy, he was devoted to the newly emergent genre of science-fiction: ‘In the early thirties,’ he later wrote, ‘we knew just enough about the solar system for its possibilities to be a magnet to the imagination.’
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