In 1884, Big Brother is Watching You.
Jules LaVerne's prediction of the Apollo program was uncanny.
Orson Welles pioneered the theme of time travel in fiction.
*A cute novel. Haven't finished it quite yet. It's got a lot of that Jonathan Safran Foer semi-detached, child-like angstitude, a healthy dose of If On a Winter's Night a Time Traveler, and some tropes lovingly ripped off from pop science --- think Hofstadter, Brian Greene. I think my 16-year-old self would like this mix of ingredients a lot more than my actual self. I still think I like it, though. The writing is more plasticky-modern than lush or carefully descriptive, and the contemporary-corporate references feel a tiny bit jarring for some reason, but the level of Science Fiction Ow Ow Why Are You Writing Like That that I expect from the more pulpy of science fictions is mercifully low.
