@TN, A-S: I would take issue with calling it Tyrannosaurus rex. But when part of my argument incorporates the phrase, ‘Dinosaurs didn’t have bat wings at the nape of their necks,’ the whole thing becomes an exercise in futility.
I went to Amazon hoping to find out more about this book. Not with the intention of reading it, mind you. Rather just trying to figure out what the heck someone could be thinking (or smoking?) to generate a cover like this in the first place. Unfortunately, there are only two reviews, both shorter than this comment, and both from the late 1990s. Also, there is a totally different cover image showing on Amazon. The one here is much more entertaining. (Sales rank of 1,946,865, by the way…)
Goodness! This book is the antecedent to another good show featuring a ridiculously bewinged draconian. Here’s a review, and I hope that link works. Sadly, the former book seems to be MUCH less awesome than SI’s soundtrack.
@Sneaky Burrito. I managed to find a few more references. Apparently Space T-Rex is actually a space *dragon* descended from a race of evil “energy beings” from a higher plane, who are battling a “malevolent computer” for control of the galaxy.
@RachelJ: Wow. Could it therefore be that the artist had poor command of English, and when asked to paint a space dragon, asked what a “dragon” was, and was told “you know, like a dinosaur. With wings.”
@Rachel J: Your research was clearly much more thorough than mine. Though even with the apparent artist’s error in depicting a dragon, I am now forced to wonder what the AUTHOR was thinking.
I suspect that concepts like “energy beings” and “malevolent computers” are the reasons that I don’t often read science fiction. (I have several chemistry degrees and a scientific mind and it makes my brain hurt to think about such concepts as those in quotation marks.) At least with fantasy (which I consume voraciously), there’s magic to explain things away.
Wish I had more of a capacity to suspend disbelief. I think reading some of this stuff would be a hoot.
I’d really like to buy the rights to this art, and print it up on spine labels, which I would put on all the science fiction and fantasy in our grade school library. Then the local public library. Then all the libraries. Then your libraries at home. All the SFF books should have this art on their spines.
The outcome of the first experiment — the space t-rex fell off and impaled his belly on a rock. The outcome of the second experiment — space t-rex successfully space skied and couldn’t contain his giddy smile. Beware children, he’s coming!
JOAT/Jaouad: Yep. Janet Jeppson was already Dr. Mrs. Dr. Asimov by the time this was published; she used her maiden name (gender-neutral) on her SF work for about a decade after their marriage, even on their collaborative stories, just to avoid any suggestion that she was only getting work due to her husband’s name.
like the semi useless little arms of the t rex, their little known wings were also such a dissapointment that the only way they could get play meteorite vollyball was by straddling the nearest transport shuttle