Although he was a childhood favorite, I hadn't read anything by Clarke for years until I picked this up. It's a fun story: at a point when humans are on the verge of annihilating themselves through nuclear war, aliens park big ships over the world's major cities and begin running the show. The story sounds trite now, but remember this was written in 1953. Clarke is not good at characterization; the people in Childhood's End are little more than plot devices. Still, this is good old-school SF.
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