E.A Rumfield
08-21-2012, 12:13 AM
Great title right? Written by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. A Roadside Picnic is a novel about first contact. Instead of sticking around to chat instead the aliens pick up and leave. They have left various garbage in five spots across the globe deemed Zones. Science, philosophy and religion search for answers but make little head way. Most of the alien junk left behind is dangerous. Some has no known use. Science has found ways to make some things useful but it is clear that it's real purpose is not understood. The Zone is dangerous and certain people risk their lives to go into the Zone and retrieve the loot. As humanity searches for it's universal meaning and individuals search for their own meaning the novel unfolds in a bleak Russian city. Should humanity continue to raid the Zone. Is the best the Zone has to offer better then the worst? The novel is best summed up right here.
"A picnic. Imagine: a forest, a country, a meadow. A car pulls off the road into the meadow and unloads young men, bottles, picnic baskets, girls, radios, cameras, a fire is lit, tents are pitched, music is played. And in the morning they leave. The animals and birds and insects that were watching in horror the whole night slowly crawl out from their shelters. And what do they see??? An oil spill, a gasoline puddle, old sparkplugs and oil filters strewn about. Scattered rags, burnt out bulbs , someone dropped a monkey wrench. The wheels tracked mud from some god forsaken swamp... and of course the remains of the campfire, apple cores candy wrappers tins bottles someones handkerchief a penknife old ragged newspaper coins wilted flowers and another meadow. A roadside picnic. And you ask if they'll come back."
"A picnic. Imagine: a forest, a country, a meadow. A car pulls off the road into the meadow and unloads young men, bottles, picnic baskets, girls, radios, cameras, a fire is lit, tents are pitched, music is played. And in the morning they leave. The animals and birds and insects that were watching in horror the whole night slowly crawl out from their shelters. And what do they see??? An oil spill, a gasoline puddle, old sparkplugs and oil filters strewn about. Scattered rags, burnt out bulbs , someone dropped a monkey wrench. The wheels tracked mud from some god forsaken swamp... and of course the remains of the campfire, apple cores candy wrappers tins bottles someones handkerchief a penknife old ragged newspaper coins wilted flowers and another meadow. A roadside picnic. And you ask if they'll come back."