I will freely admit that I don’t care for much of the science fiction being published nowadays.
I don’t like the ideological slant of New York publishers like Tor Books. (Tor is far more concerned with identity politics than story nowadays; and that’s been the case for at least a decade.)
On the other hand, the indie stuff—while generally less ideological—often veers in directions that I simply find silly. Don’t get me started on the topic of “sci-fi romance”, please.
To me, science fiction is old-school science fiction, with lots of action, spaceships, and nasty aliens. Make of that what you will.
I’ve therefore decided to slake my thirst for science fiction with a classic novel, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert Heinlein. I ordered the book last night.
I’ll post a review after I read it; but the online look-inside portion of the novel immediately hooked me.
In the meantime, if you’re curious about this one, feel free to check it out on Amazon for yourself.