Saddened to hear of the passing of John Christopher, creator of one of my formative sci-fi experiences: the harrowing Tripods Trilogy. As I discussed nearly two years ago, Christopher’s tale of alien overlords was far more than crackling adventure yarn; it also centered on a powerful metaphor for parenthood that I admire to this day.
Check out the illustrated version of the trilogy’s first installment here. There are few better examples of young-adult fiction that nail the narrative trick of using a physical journey to symbolize an emotional journey.
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