2001: A Space Odyssey

2001: A Space Odyssey was written by Arthur C. Clarke and published in 1968.  Not much to add to the reams of writing already written about 2001; the book is rightly considered one of the best in the sci-fi (or any) genre.  The whole text is wonderful, but just for kicks, here's my favorite, chapter 45, entitled "Recapitulation":

     "There being no further use for it, the furniture of the suite dissolved back into the mind of its creator.  Only the bed remained--and the walls, shielding this fragile organism from the energies it could not yet control.
     In his sleep, David Bowman stirred restlessly.  He did not wake, nor did he dream, but he was no longer wholly unconcious.  Like a fog creeping through a forest, something invaded his mind.  He sensed it only dimly, for a full impact would have destroyed him as surely as the fires raging beyond these walls.  Beneath that dispassionate scrutiny, he felt neither hope nor fear; all emotion had been leached away.
     He seemed to be floating in free space, while around him stretched, in all directions, an infinite geometrical grid of dark lines or threads, along which moved tiny nodes of light--some slowly, some at dazzling speed.  Once he had peered through a microscope at a cross-section of a human brain, and in its network of nerve fibers had glimpsed the same labyrinthine complexity.  But that had been dead and static, whereas this transcended life itself.  He knew--or believed he knew--that he was watching the operation of some gigantic mind, contemplating the universe of which he was so tiny a part.
     The vision, or illusion, lasted only a moment.  Then the crystalline planes and lattices, and the interlocking perspectives of moving light, flickered out of existence, as David Bowman moved into a realm of consciousness that no man had experienced before.
     At first, it seemed that time was running backward.  Even this marvel he was prepared to accept, before he realized a subtler truth.
     The springs of memory were being tapped; in controlled recollection, he was reliving the past.  There was the hotel suite--there the space pod--there the burning starscapes of the red sun--there the shining core of the galaxy--there the gateway through which he had re-emerged into the universe.  And not only vision, but all the sense impressions, and all the emotions he had felt at the time, were racing past, more and more swiftly.  His life was unreeling like a tape recorder playing back at ever increasing speed.
     Now he was once more aboard the Discovery  and the rings of Saturn filled the sky.  Before that, he was repeating his final dialogue with Hal; he was seeing Frank Poole leave on his last mission; he was hearing the voice of Earth, assuring him that all was well.
     And even as he relived these events, he knew that all indeed was well.  He was retrogressing down the corridors of time, being drained of knowledge and experience as he swept back toward his childhood.  But nothing was being lost; all that he had ever been, at every moment of this life, was being transferred to safer keeping.  Even as one David Bowman ceased to exist, another became immortal.
     Faster, faster he moved back into forgotten years, and into a simpler world.  Faces he had once loved, and had thought lost beyond recall, smiled at him sweetly.  He smiled back with fondness, and without pain.
     Now, at last, the headlong regression was slackening; the wells of memory were nearly dry.  Time flowed more and more sluggishly, approaching a moment of stasis--as a swinging pendulum, at the limit of its arc, seems frozen for one eternal instant, before the next cycle begins.
     The timeless instant passed; the pendulum reversed its swing.  In an empty room, floating amid the fires of a double star twenty thousand light-years from Earth, a baby opened its eyes and began to cry."

      
Oh yeah, the movie version by Stanley Kubrick is pretty good too...Here's a sample of the film (it's the film version of the text I just copied above...great way to see the difference between book vs. film, and why it's always a good idea to read the text as well as view the film.)  Here it is:

And last, but not least, if you ever have a chance to check out the 70s comic book version of 2001 by Jack Kirby, that is time well spent.  Here's a cool video "trailer" of that work, and the soundtrack here is sci-fi at it's funkiest: