>>37296
I would recommend you read Stephen Baxter-Xeelee Sequence. It's perfectly fall under you request:

>books as thought experiments, written by scientists who know what they are talking about and have some crazy unique ideas.

Maybe Baxter is not famous scientist, but he really good in theoretical physics, furthermore, most of books in Sequence are about science(and about another subjects, connected to it, like possible types of civilizations, and here I can easily say that Baxter is probably the best sci-fi author in terms of describing really ALIEN, hmmm... aliens, here you can find space-time detect civilizations, or civilizations composet from dark matter, or ones, that exist as giant vacuum diagrams, or many others. It's not just humans, only small and gray, like most of now-day authors often use, and Baxter always show to us how much this alien different from humanity, and, of course, how human civilization would interact with this various lifeforms. Also, many other interesting themes present in this work, for example time travel and it's influence on individuals in particular(for example how you would react on you, travelled from future) and on societis as whole, etc.) , characters often served as another instruments for describing scientific nature of his world.

In this books you can find many scientific themes, such as multiverse(many types presented in this setting), string theories, GR, QM, inflation, etc. But all of this presented in Baxter's own, unique, style. For example, here is explanation on how reality working in this setting:

'There is no time,' he whispered. 'There is no space. This is the resolution of an ancient debate - do we live in a universe of perpetual change, or a universe where neither time nor motion exist? Now we understand. Now we know we live in a universe of static shapes. Nothing exists but the particles that make up the universe - that make up us. Do you see? And we can measure nothing but the separation between those particles.

'Imagine a universe consisting of a single elementary particle, an electron perhaps. Then there could be no space. For space is only the separation between particles. Time is only the measurement of changes in that separation. So there could be no time.

'Imagine now a universe consisting of two particles . . .'

Gemo nodded. 'Now you can have separation, and time.'

Reth bent and, with one finger, scattered a line of dark dust grains across the floor. 'Let each dust grain represent a distance - a configuration of my miniature two-particle cosmos. Each grain is labelled with a single number: the separation between the two particles.' He stabbed his finger into the line, picking out grains.

'Here the particles are a metre apart; here a micron; here a light year. There is one special grain, of course: the one that represents zero separation, the particles overlaid. This diagram of dust shows all that is important about the underlying universe - the separation between its two components. And every possible configuration is shown at once, from this godlike perspective.'

He let his finger wander back and forth along the line, tracing out a twisting path in the grains. 'And here is a history: the two particles close and separate, close and separate. If they were conscious, the particles would think they were embedded in time, that they are coming near and far. But we can see that their universe is no more than dust grains, the lined-up configurations jostling against each other.

It feels like time, inside. But from outside, it is just - sequence, a scattering of instants, of reality dust.'

Gemo said, 'Yes. "It is utterly beyond our power to measure the change of things by time. Quite the contrary, time is an abstraction at which we arrive by means of the changes of things."' She eyed Hama. 'An ancient philosopher. Mach, or Mar-que

'If the universe has three particles,' said Reth, 'you need three numbers. Three relative distances - the separation of the particles, one from the other - determine the cosmos's shape. And so the dust grains, mapping possible configurations, would fill up three-dimensional space -though there is still a unique grain, representing the special instant where all the particles are joined. And with four particles -'

'There would be six separation distances,' Hama said. 'And you would need a six-dimensional space to map the possible configurations.'

Reth glared at him, eyes hard. 'You are beginning to understand. Now. Imagine a space of stupendously many dimensions.' He held up a dust grain. 'Each grain represents one configuration of all the particles in our universe, frozen in time. This is reality dust, a dust of the Nows. And the dust fills configuration space, the realm of instants. Some of the dust grains may represent slices of our own history.' He snapped his fingers, once, twice, three times.

'There. There. There. Each moment, each juggling of the particles, a new grain, a new coordinate on the map. There is one grain that represents the coalescing of all the universe's particles into a single point. There are many more grains representing chaos - darkness - a random, structureless shuffling of the atoms.

'Configuration space contains all the arrangements of matter there could ever be. It is an image of eternity.' He waved a fingertip through the air. 'But if I trace out a path from point to point -'

'You are tracing out a history,' said Hama. 'A sequence of configurations, the universe evolving from point to Point.'

'Yes. But we know that time is an illusion. In configuration space, all the moments that comprise our history exist simultaneously. And all the other configurations that are logically possible also exist, whether they lie along the track of that history or not.'

>All those above sound like yet another space adventure, entertaining and forgetable.

Most of mentioned stories was written for no-brain auditory, whose main requirements for books is not new interesting concepts, deeply elaborated setting and global plots, but personal character problems and such. In other words, sci-fi often served as non-important background for main plots, really, if this stories would be transported into our days, or in fantasy setting, almost nothing would change. And of course omnipresent repeating. If writer cannot create some new idea, he would copying things and concepts that were written thousands times before. If you will read Baxter, you would be surprised how everything is different from any sci-fi story that you red earlier. If you want, I can cite many of it!

Стоит ли читать данных авторов?

Хайнлайн
Филип Дик
Азимов
Гаррисон
Шекли
Симмонс
Виндж
Гибсон
Саймак
Кларк
Оруэл
Уиндэм
Вейер
Френк Герберт
Хаксли
Стивенсон
Стругацкие
Макдональд
Иган
Уоттс
Вандермеер
Миллер
Роберт Уилсон
Бастер
Воннегут
Лем
Бэнкс
Рейнольдс

>>38687

Что запомнилось хорошим:

Хайнлайн
Филип Дик - неповторимое мозгоклюйство. Читал Убик и рассказы, их и советую.
Азимов - Стальные пещеры, Конец вечности.
Гаррисон
Шекли - рассказы, не поздние, на старости лет поехал.
Симмонс
Виндж
Гибсон - Нейроманта для общего развития (хотя сюжетную канву придумал ещё Азимов)
Саймак
Кларк
Оруэл - 1984, классика. "Скотный двор" - ерунда.
Уиндэм
Вейер
Френк Герберт - Дюну, первый том обязательно.
Хаксли - Вот вроде и читал его, но не запомнился.
Стивенсон - Анафем.
Стругацкие
Макдональд
Иган, Уоттс - тут их нахваливают, читнуть стоит.
Вандермеер
Миллер
Роберт Уилсон
Бастер
Воннегут - постмодернист, твердоты не жди. Бойня 5 понравилась. Колыбель для кошки запомнилась голимой обёрткой для хорошей идеи о "льде-9".
Лем - Всё стоит, любимый фантаст.
Бэнкс
Рейнольдс

>>36496 (OP)
Лень дрочить ваш раздел книжних червей в вакууме.
Есть реквест, суть в следующем.
Ищется сайфач про гей ниггеров в далеком космосе спейс, привозмогания вакуума на убогих ведрах в форме вставшего члена ибо дизайнерские изыски от лукавого, да и вообще красиво не жили нечего и начинать, и ебли Эйнштейна посредством околонаучного ФТЛа.
Чем ближе к твердости™, тем лучше.
Должны быть ксеносы, которые внезапно замоячили и о них не знали.
Их может быть больше одного, другие могут не разделять потуги первых на выпил человеков. То есть суть сводится к привозмоганию набегающих альдебаранцев как минимум на караваны с вольфрамом.
Перевод обязателен. Не хочу угнетать мозг ещё и переводом всей этой космической оперы.
Допускается (может даже и одобряется, все от ситуации)
Расчлененка всех и каждого вплоть до того, что видно, что автор получал удовольствие от описания вываливающихся кишок и закипаний мозгов.
Ксеноебля, в том числе насильственная (а вот это было бы интересно почитать), акты петушения и подобное.
Некоторые вертения здравого смысла и законов физики на хуе. Но больше законов физики, без этого всё же никуда.
Экшен мешков с мясом, а не только битвы летающих хуев в космосе на 2 космической.
Место действия не ограничеваются этой блядской солнечной системой.
Лучше конечно, что бы альдебаранцы и прочий нечеловеческий скам были просто мало чем-то отличающиеся от людей. Сладкий хлебушек про особый путь, духовно просветленных и подобные акты изотерического мракобесия не одобряются. Так же, что бы их формы были более гуманойдные, чем какие нибудь осминожнотентакливые монстры, чье описание стало плодом труда сексуального воздержания и кривой сублимации автора.
Мехи, экзоскелеты и подобное.

Не одобряется
Малолетние долбоебы спасающие еот и галактику.
Пиздострадания, в суровом спейсе нет места омежкам (могу минимально потерпеть).
Автор из РФ. Читать про курсантов суворовского космического училища из далекого космоса, привозмогающих ксенохохлов и прочие акты попаданства товарища Сталина на забытый звездный разрушитель выше моих сил.
Рояли в туманностях.

Ну примерно так. Заранее благодарен.