Идеолог Вселенской Тьмы
Мне очень нравится Last Shot. Такая милота!
А вообще Олдер пишет очень живую, очень современную Галактику - и да хранит его бог, потому что затёртых клонов дурной фантастики девяностых и без ЗВ хватает за глаза. Олдер создаёт мир, в котором есть жизнь помимо великих сражений. Мир, у которого есть повседневность.
Не гений, конечно - но у него хватает моментов, которые хочется переводить. Значит, хорошо.


The only thing that had been soaring at Han with great velocity was the simple, indisputable truth that he was in over his head. Not with the dang pilots union, not with any part he ended up playing in the New Republic—that was tedious, sure, but he’d work it out. No, he’d faced down certain death and gangsters and bounty hunters, not to mention the Empire itself, and somehow come out on top every time. He could handle some fumbling bureaucrats and their insipid need to codify and coordinate every tiny detail. All that was exhausting and generally life-draining, but it was nothing compared with how utterly, obviously, irretrievably unprepared he was for fatherhood.

Two years in and no matter what, nothing he did was right. He brought Ben a play blaster from Burundang and he was encouraging his violent side; took it away and the boy wouldn’t stop crying. He tried to replace it with a build-a-space-center set and there were too many small pieces Ben could choke on. The worst part was, it wasn’t like Leia was just nagging or inventing stuff to one-up Han; she was right about all of it. So he couldn’t even properly resent her for it! Every time she pointed out some potentially unhealthy or obviously lethal thing Han was doing, it was like—of course! It was right there in front of him all along.


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