What if Gene Wolfe Wrote a Space Opera While Thinking of Other Things?
Answer: You’d get something very much like the new Battlestar Galactica. By no means am I condemning the show out of hand. I like the hallucinatory aspects, and the traitorous doctor’s obsession with religion. Heck, I watched the whole thing, even though I intended to take in only about fifteen minutes for the sake of sociability with Mrs. Offering. As always in these things, the danger is that the creators mismanage the balance between bafflement and revelation. Who is the femme fatale blond chick? Is Boomer’s sojourn on Caprica a flashback or an out-of-body experience? I’m not completely taken in by the show’s design – I like retro touches in fashion in SF, but phones with cords? But I’ll give it at least as much of a chance as I’ve given 24.
Full disclosure: I was decidedly not a fan of the original show. I have never thought of camp as fun. You of course need to know that there’s a Battlestar Galactica blog.
