Power.wbst@Xerox.ARPA (08/21/85)
From: Power.wbst@Xerox.ARPA So there I was, just about ready to contribute my splash of gasoline to the debate on criticism in Science Fiction, when I read Davis Tuckers' soliloquy. I stand in awe. It just took my breath away, knocked me down, kicked me in the head. I had to stand back away from the fierce brightness of it's image on my CRT, those perfect words burned phosphor bright in my eyeballs. It was art, my friends, purest art. That piece of literature is the peaking example of the writers effort. Here is a man, a lone man, who has taken a simple sentence, a mere statement, and fleshed it out into a page and a half of unstoppable brilliance. The original paltry sentence? A measly thing, a trifle: "Ken Moreau, I think you are a jerk." A mere stick of a sentence, something anyone could have said. But not content with that, Tucker set out to berobe it with splendorous allusions and illusions alike. He gifts us with six-hundred eighty-six words strung together like diamonds twined with blue-hot fires. Giving life to his statement, rising above the stark simplicity to create a thing of beauty. That, in the opinion of some of the most outspoken experts across the globe, is art at its pinacle. -Jim