This was an interesting series of twisted sci-fi tales. I picture a group of older gentlemen with great handlebar mustaches sitting among the old dusty tomes of the International Society of Adventurers and Explorers, brandy in one hand and cigars in the other, regaling each other with their best shaggy-dog tales. I also felt I needed an ivy-league degree from the Roosevelt Era. Though they were well written, for the most part, They didn't stir the excitement of adventure that I would usually get, even with classic science fiction.
