This isn’t a review, because good reviewers don’t pause at the 67% mark on their Kindle and start typing. This is more a series of midpoint musings on Karen Joy Fowler’s Pen/Faulkner-winning and Man Booker-nominated We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, and what it’s like to wander outside speculative fiction and fall wholeheartedly in love with another kind of book. (more…)
It’s been approximately a trillion years since I wrote an actual review. In my defense, the semester started and I went on comfort reading binge and didn’t think anyone needed to hear about precisely how much I like the Vorkosigan Saga or Jonathan Strange or Anansi Boys or The Grapes of Wrath. But I have managed to slip a few excellent, odd, wondrous short stories between the cracks. Not all of these are especially recent, but WHATEVER MAN. (more…)
Amazing Stories has done it again. They’ve run an article so blatantly offensive that I feel honored to get in on the early wave of responses to it. Brace yourselves, italics are coming.
Felicity Savage’s opinion piece is about diversity in science fiction, although it’s slightly dissonantly titled “What’s the Trouble With Selfies? Speculative Fiction and the Mirror Effect.” She argues that the calls for increased racial and cultural diversity in speculative fiction have resulted in a shallow, PC species of literature, which isn’t really that necessary. (more…)
This is not the cover I own, but I wish it was.
K.J. Bishop, The Etched City, Prime Books, 2003.
The Etched City is a story about a deteriorating, tropical city whose denizens include the monstrous, the deranged, and the metamorphic, circling each other in rainy alleys and hot cafes. It’s been lauded as an intelligent and alluring novel. Bishop has been compared flatteringly with Mieville and Moorcock. While The Etched City certainly has plenty of brains and courage, it may be missing its heart. (more…)