This is another of the 2013 Hugo Award nominations, and probably the only other one besides 2312 I’ll read – partly because two of the other nominations are part of on-going series, and I don’t have an especial urge to commit … Continue reading
Anne Fausto-Sterling’s Sexing the Body is one of the few crucial texts on identity that I’ve read, along of course with Judith Butler (take your pick, though Undoing Gender is rather fine), and she is sadly one of those writers who publish … Continue reading
My book for Antwerpen, Kim Stanley Robinson’s 2312 is up for a Hugo this year, and needing something sci-fi to read I thought it might appeal. I also have Saladin Ahmed’s Throne of the Crescent Moon sitting here, which is the only … Continue reading
The time is always right to do what’s right.
Probably when this was first published, amidst all the noise about it, I picked it up and got through a few pages and put it back down, or at least I have a memory of that. This time, well, it … Continue reading
And … here we go again. Another year finishing arbitrarily in mid-ish-October marking approximately an anniversary of when I first decided to blab about whatever I happened to be reading, with the caveat that no, no writing about what I … Continue reading
Another of the second-hand pile that resulted from reading Jo Walton’s Among Others, and another of those big names of science-fiction. Whereas Philip K. Dick is easily equal to what I seem to have decided about him — probably because of Bladerunner, and … Continue reading
Another one of the pile I recently collected of older science-fiction works. This one I’ve read before, and the film it became is perhaps my all-time favourite; director’s cut or original. I’ve just finished the mammoth Water Margin, so this is … Continue reading
Saw Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom today with Anna, oh what a treat! I could see it again straight away.
7am waiting-room sitting at the Ausländerbehörde so I can be treated like an ungrateful “illegal immigrant” and procure a Fiktionsbescheinigung, thus feeling like I’m back four years ago and begging in precariousness to “please let me stay in your Wunderbar … Continue reading