Memories so often bring us back to so many great things. Yet, as someone once said, there is no greater liar than memory. I could’ve sworn that The Year 2000 was one of the great books of my high school days – scathing, brilliantly written stories (written in 1970) of how the world would look by the year 2000.

Whoops. My bad.

This is a lukewarm collection of so-so stories. In spite of the pedigrees of the authors, there are just really none of these stories that stick out as memorable. At best, a reader might go back to this book to see some of the naiveté with which we used to view the turn of the century. But there is no real literary merit to the stories and, while reading them isn’t the worst thing in the world to do, neither is it the best. ( )