A while ago I circled back to the Martian Chronicles, a book I haven’t read since grade school. I struggled with it, but finally had to put it down when one woman complained to another woman how, “You just can’t find a good malt on Mars!”

I understand what Bradbury was going for with the book, but the entire thing felt like it couldn’t help but be drenched in the terminology and mindset of when it was written.