Published as literary fiction, to me this felt like the most trad hard-SF I've read in years? Scientists responding to alien contact with hard work and compex research. Basically like Arthur Clarke, if Clarke had cared about writing characters. I liked it a lot.
Published as literary fiction, to me this felt like the most trad hard-SF I've read in years? Scientists responding to alien contact with hard work and compex research. Basically like Arthur Clarke, if Clarke had cared about writing characters. I liked it a lot.
Nasty prose-poetry about the media-shattered 20th century. Drenched in sex and violence and advertising. Nightmarish and slippery, it's also weirdly compelling?
Nasty prose-poetry about the media-shattered 20th century. Drenched in sex and violence and advertising. Nightmarish and slippery, it's also weirdly compelling?
An elderly couple travel across post-Arthurian Britain, cloaked in a memory-stealing fog. Some moments of striking mythic ppwer, a strong final scene, and a lovely central relationship, but I found this a muddy slog.
An elderly couple travel across post-Arthurian Britain, cloaked in a memory-stealing fog. Some moments of striking mythic ppwer, a strong final scene, and a lovely central relationship, but I found this a muddy slog.
1914 - A young man rests at a sanatorium for TB sufferers. There's an undercurrent of supernatural horror here, and some astonishing bursts of prose. Overall, it's dense, obscure, deliberately frustrating, locking away any hint of pulpy thrills. Probably worth the work.
1914 - A young man rests at a sanatorium for TB sufferers. There's an undercurrent of supernatural horror here, and some astonishing bursts of prose. Overall, it's dense, obscure, deliberately frustrating, locking away any hint of pulpy thrills. Probably worth the work.
Political non-fiction with a delightfully mad hook (Naomi Klein is often confused with fringy conspiracy theorist Naomi Woolf: this is a lens to view the fascism-scarred chaos of the 21st century), but the idea isn't enough to sustain a whole book, which is often banal.
Political non-fiction with a delightfully mad hook (Naomi Klein is often confused with fringy conspiracy theorist Naomi Woolf: this is a lens to view the fascism-scarred chaos of the 21st century), but the idea isn't enough to sustain a whole book, which is often banal.
Auster's final novel, and it feels whispery, fragile, delicate. A small story of an elderly widower living an intellectual life in New Jersey, it doesn't have the mysterious atmospheres or dizzying ideas of his best work, but it is full of melancholy and decency.
Auster's final novel, and it feels whispery, fragile, delicate. A small story of an elderly widower living an intellectual life in New Jersey, it doesn't have the mysterious atmospheres or dizzying ideas of his best work, but it is full of melancholy and decency.
An elegant, atmospheric short story, but it's a bit ridiculous that something so brief and slight was published as a heavily illustrated hardback. For all the merits of the writing, this does feel a bit like a trap for unwary Christmas shoppers.
An elegant, atmospheric short story, but it's a bit ridiculous that something so brief and slight was published as a heavily illustrated hardback. For all the merits of the writing, this does feel a bit like a trap for unwary Christmas shoppers.
I read a lot of Dick novels years ago: this is the first time I've gone back to him in a while. This one is deservedly forgotten - some entertainingly queasy psychedelic imagery, but it's mostly bleak and meandering nonsense with a really stupid twist ending.
I read a lot of Dick novels years ago: this is the first time I've gone back to him in a while. This one is deservedly forgotten - some entertainingly queasy psychedelic imagery, but it's mostly bleak and meandering nonsense with a really stupid twist ending.
Fun little short stories; usually deadpan postmodern fantasies in the Cavino/Borges mode. The earlier ones are better than the later ones. The strongest is "The Knall" about a society-wide fad for cigar-shaped personal death-rays. My first Levi, I will read more.
Fun little short stories; usually deadpan postmodern fantasies in the Cavino/Borges mode. The earlier ones are better than the later ones. The strongest is "The Knall" about a society-wide fad for cigar-shaped personal death-rays. My first Levi, I will read more.
(And there were loads of young kids having a good time so maybe I’m just being squeamish)
(And there were loads of young kids having a good time so maybe I’m just being squeamish)
The Room in the tower - E.F. Benson
Father's last escape - Bruno Schulz
Number 13 - M.R. James
Ringing the Changes - Robert Aickman
Climax for a Ghost Story - I. A. Ireland
The Room in the tower - E.F. Benson
Father's last escape - Bruno Schulz
Number 13 - M.R. James
Ringing the Changes - Robert Aickman
Climax for a Ghost Story - I. A. Ireland