Twenty-six novels, all published in 1984, have been nominated by the membership of the Libertarian Futurist Society for the organization's 1985 Prometheus Award. In addition, 17 books have been nominated for LFS's annual Hall of Fame award, which is designed to honor classic libertarian fiction.
An incredible variety of books have been nominated, from Robert A. Heinlein's latest, Job: A Comedy of Justice, in which Heinlein dethrones God himself, to Gregory Benford's Across the Sea of Suns, a sometimes puzzling, but fascinating dramatization of the stupidity of bureaucracy and ageism.
LFS Advisory members, who both choose and then vote on the Prometheus nominees, have a particularly difficult job this year, since very few of the nominees' authors consider themselves, or are considered to be, libertarians—though many of their books, o1d and new, have a libertarian flavor at least.
While such a diversity of political—and anti-political—opinion, not to mention talent, makes for interesting reading, it also makes the final decision much more difficult and thought-provoking.
LFS members have until June 15th to send in their ballots for Prometheus Award and Hall of Fame finalists. (A ballot should be enclosed inside this issue.) Any readers who have not yet renewed for 1985, and thus are unable to vote, are urged to do so in the space allotted on that same ballot.
Bureaucracy destroys initiative. There is little that bureaucrats hate more than innovation, especially innovation that produces better results than the o1d routines.
Heretics of Dune by Frank Herbert
"Part of the Free-Informationists' platform on the upcoming election is: 'To be a slave is to be used inefficiently."' She grunted. "Inefficiency. That’d what they think is wrong with slavery."
The Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand, by Samuel R. Delany
"Chained and channeled organisms grow stunted and wrong, always. Free ones grow wrong sometimes, but right other times: because the price of life is a continual seeking to grow and explore. lacking that freedom, all action, physical and mental, circles in on itself and ends up only wearing a deeper and deeper rut in which it goes around and around until it dies."
The Final Encyclopedia, by Gordon Dickson
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