ÄÜÅÙÃ÷ »ó¼¼º¸±â
µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®ÀÇ ¼¼ ¹ø° ¿Ü°èÀÎ


µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®ÀÇ ¼¼ ¹ø° ¿Ü°èÀÎ

µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®ÀÇ ¼¼ ¹ø° ¿Ü°èÀÎ

<µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®(Damon Knight)> Àú | µðÁîºñÁîºÏ½º

Ãâ°£ÀÏ
2024-09-21
ÆÄÀÏÆ÷¸Ë
ePub
¿ë·®
15 M
Áö¿ø±â±â
PC½º¸¶Æ®ÆùÅÂºí¸´PC
ÇöȲ
º¸À¯ ±Ç¼ö : 0 ±Ç, ½Åû °Ç¼ö : 0 °Ç
°£·« ½Åû ¸Þ¼¼Áö
ÄÜÅÙÃ÷ ¼Ò°³
¸ñÂ÷
ÇÑÁÙ¼­Æò

ÄÜÅÙÃ÷ ¼Ò°³

¿µ¾î·Î Àд SF¼Ò¼³ _ µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®ÀÇ ¼¼ ¹ø° ¿Ü°èÀÎ
"The Third Little Green Man"´Â ¹Ì±¹ÀÇ °úÇÐ ¼Ò¼³ ÀÛ°¡ µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®(Damon Knight)°¡ 1948³â¿¡ ¾´ ´ÜÆí ¼Ò¼³ÀÔ´Ï´Ù. µ¥ÀÌ¸Õ ³ªÀÌÆ®´Â 20¼¼±â Á߹ݿ¡ È°µ¿ÇÑ Àú¸íÇÑ SF ÀÛ°¡ÀÌÀÚ ÆíÁýÀÚ, ºñÆò°¡·Î ¾Ë·ÁÁ® ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.
Damon Knight´Â 20¼¼±â ¹Ì±¹ °úÇÐ ¼Ò¼³°èÀÇ ÇÙ½É Àι°·Î, ÀÛ°¡, ÆíÁýÀÚ, ºñÆò°¡, ±³À°Àڷμ­ ´Ù¹æ¸é¿¡¼­ È°¾àÇß½À´Ï´Ù. ±×´Â "To Serve Man" µîÀÇ ÀλóÀûÀÎ ÀÛÇ°À» ÁýÇÊÇß°í, ¿©·¯ °úÇÐ ¼Ò¼³ ÀâÁö¿Í ¼±ÁýÀ» ÆíÁýÇÏ¸ç ½ÅÀÎ ÀÛ°¡ ¹ß±¼¿¡ Èû½è½À´Ï´Ù. ³¯Ä«·Î¿î ºñÆòÀ¸·Î À帣ÀÇ ÁúÀû Çâ»ó¿¡ ±â¿©ÇßÀ¸¸ç, Ŭ¶ó¸®¿Â ÀÛ°¡ ¿öÅ©¼¥À» °øµ¿ ¼³¸³ÇØ ¸¹Àº ½ÅÁø ÀÛ°¡¸¦ ¾ç¼ºÇß½À´Ï´Ù.

Reading Science Fiction Novels in English _ The Third Little Green Man by Damon Knight
"The Third Little Green Man" is a short story written in 1948 by American science fiction writer Damon Knight. Damon Knight is known as a prominent science fiction writer, editor, and critic who was active in the mid-20th century.
Damon Knight was a key figure in the 20th-century American science fiction world, and was active in various fields as a writer, editor, critic, and educator. He wrote impressive works such as "To Serve Man" and edited several science fiction magazines and anthologies, working hard to discover new writers. He contributed to the qualitative improvement of the genre with his sharp criticism, and co-founded the Clarion Writers' Workshop, nurturing many new writers.

Summary
He was unnecessary. The first two had already convinced Shoemaker there was only one cure for his condition?and that was to get the hell away from space-ships and onto a nice red wagon.

Shoemaker sat in the open sallyport of the ship and looked gloomily at a pale blue-green seascape, parted down the middle by a ghostly shoreline. The sea was a little greener, and the land was a little bluer; otherwise there was no difference to the eye. Once in a while a tiny breeze came in from the sea, and then the stink changed from sulphur to fish.
Venus, he decided, was a pest-hole. If he'd known it would be like this, he would have socked old Davies in the eye when he came to him with his damned plans. And then he'd have got roaring drunk to celebrate his escape.

¸ñÂ÷

Contents
The Third Little Green Man