Sunday, October 9, 2011
Who I Am, by Michael Z. Lewin
Mr. Lewin becomes the second author (after James Powell) to appear in this column twice. This story raises the question: how do you make a genre story new and unique?
For instance: Indianapolis private eye Albert Samson gets a client whose house has just been robbed. A few things of no great value were taken, plus a memento of his father. Samson investigates and finds the culprit.
Well, okay, but we've all read that one a few thousand times before, haven't we? What makes this story different from the others?
Just one thing really. Samson's client, who calls himself Lebron James (but isn't the famous basketball player) claims that his father was a space alien. Samson doesn't believe it, of course, but he does believe the roll of hundred dollar bills Mr. James pays him with. This is apparently the first in a series of stories about a rather sympathetic guy who his neighbors call "spaceman" and "the weirdo." I'm looking forward to more.