Our friend (and fellow Eisner judge last year), Whitney Matheson, is the USA Pop Candy blogger and she’s been trying weird holiday sodas. Just too funny not to blog about. Go check it out. Consider it my Thanksgiving post.
I know I just got back, but I need a break from the break, so to speak.
Right now, I’m totally immersed in two totally different projects–Dying Earth story and Predator novel (Horia, you don’t die)–while also reading Alexander Theroux’s new novel, totally different from everything else, for review, while also interviewing both Steven Erikson and Steve Erickson, while also doing a bevy of graphic novel reviews. It’s not that it’s too much. It’s that it’s all too different. I need to shut off all other, different things, like this blog, before I get the bends.
Unless something incredible occurs that I have to write about, I’m not back until after December 1st.
We finally got to see Idiocracy, and were pleasantly surprised by the movie. As I’m sure has been noted, this isn’t SF so much as satire of our current times. Although the movie indulges in some of the same stupidity it’s trying to send up, the core of the film is sound. By simply increasing the present day’s stupidity level by a factor of 10, Idiocracy, sometimes painfully, points out not just how retarded we have allowed our consumer society to make us, but also how much we prize that slack-jawed, spittle-producing approach, mostly by downplaying and denigrating intelligence rather than rewarding it.
On the airplane back to the United States, Ann and I had the misfortune to see Knocked Up, a worthless piece of crap that I stopped watching about forty-five minutes in, although Ann watched the whole thing and told me I missed nothing. Here’s the movie in a nutshell: stupid slob sleeps with beautiful woman under drunken circumstances that are still not believable, woman gets pregnant, and eventually they learn to live with it, dumb-ass guy’s flaws becoming endearing while he also reforms somewhat (also unbelievably). The humor is flat, the acting broad, and the whole thing is shot like some kind of in-joke. “This here actor is funny, so this here scene should be funny even if it was written by someone who wears half of their brain on the outside due to a bizarre tuna cannery incident.” Enough said.
I just read The Dying Earth by Jack Vance, in advance of writing the rough draft of my story “The Three Quests of the Wizard Sarnod,” destined (I hope) for the Vance DE antho being edited by Dozois and Martin. I have to admit that I didn’t know what to expect, because I’d only ever read Vance’s Dying Earth stories piecemeal back when I was a teenager. I remembered enjoying them very much back then, but would my reading tastes have changed so drastically that the stories didn’t hold up?
My first encounter with Steve Erickson was Arc d’X, which I devoured in 1993 while fatigued and feverish and bedridden. In that context, it became one of the great reading experiences of my life, virtually phantasmagoric. But I don’t know if Arc d’X would have seemed any less hallucinogenic under normal conditions. Over his entire career Erickson has challenged readers with a fiercely intelligent and surprisingly sensual brand of American surrealism that can, at times, seem impenetrable.
I had the chance to read Spin on the way home from France and really enjoyed it. Here’s my short Amazon piece on Wilson and his latest, Axis, which would’ve been bubbling below my Amazon top 10, but definitely is a good book.
Beautifully filmed, often transcendent, Sunshine is the latest and most artistically successful of the Freddy Kruger Nightmare on Elm Street movies, although studio executives have made the smart decision not to advertise this fact. Wise indeed, since this installment is likely to appeal as much to tattered, love-lorn graduate students studying at liberal colleges as to drunken frat boys looking for a cheap thrill. (Note: Some spoilers follow.)
For those who might have missed my top 10 list of the year for Amazon, I thought I’d recap here, along with a few additional books I considered when compiling the list.
Peter Bebergal is half of the writing team responsible for the wonderful new nonfiction book from Bloomsbury USA called The Faith Between Us. It’s an energizing discussion about friendship and religion, and I’ve written more about it on the Amazon blog today. Check out the short review there, but stay here for the “walking the plank” interview I conducted with Peter via email (also check out The Faith Between Us website.)
Award-winning writer Jeff VanderMeer's final novel in his Ambergris Cycle, Finch, has just been published in the the UK from Atlantic's Corvus imprint. His writer guide Booklife and associated Booklifenow website focus on sustainable creativity. Forthcoming books include The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities and The Steampunk Bible. His short fiction has appeared in Conjunctions, Library of America's American Fantastic Tales, and several year's best anthologies. He writes nonfiction for The Washington Post Book World, Omnivoracious, The New York Times Book Review, the B&N Review, and many others. If you like the blog, please consider buying one of Jeff's books as he is a full-time writer. More...
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