I'm in the future. Like hundreds of years in the future. I've been dead for centuries.
Oh, lovely, you're a cheery one aren't you?

Friday, September 26

Art

Buyers and Sellers of Emptiness

Unlike Red Thunder, The Space Merchants by Frederik Pohl and C. M. Kornbluth doesn't suck.

One might even... Yes, one might even go so far as to call it good.

Now I'm off to finish reading it. After all, it's only been waiting for fifty years.

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Sunday, September 21

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Red Thunder

Red Thunder by John Varley

I've never been disappointed by John Varley.

Until now.

If Rocketship Galileo had been written by the Robert Heinlein who wrote The Number of the Beast, rather than the Robert Heinlein who, well, wrote Rocketship Galileo, you'd have Red Thunder. It's all there: the characters too stupid to live, the pointless and unappealing sex, the arguments about who's going to drive, the contrived plot...

I give it sucks out of five. And no, I haven't suddenly developed a New Zealand accent.

Avoid.

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Thursday, September 11

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Shitferrets Are Us

SilverBlue is not happy with the shitferrets* at the RIAA.

Not happy at all.

* In one post I used the term shitweasels to refer to the senior management at SCO, and received an irate comment from a shitweasel complaining that I had unfairly maligned shitweasels the world over. Hence the neologism.

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Saturday, September 06

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Everything Old is New Again

There's a new Heinlein book coming out. Yes, Robert A. Heinlein. And yes, it's by Heinlein, not about Heinlein.

It's called For Us, the Living, and it was lost more than 60 years ago:

"For Us, the Living," was put aside, and eventually lost. The Heinleins apparently destroyed all copies they had. And because at the time it was written Heinlein was not a member of the science fiction community, no other sf writers knew about it. He had let one or two friends read it, and it is by a long trail through one of them that this rarest of treasures was located.
Is it any good? It's Heinlein's earliest work, predating Lifeline, but then Lifeline was already a damn good story. The half dozen lucky bastards people who have read it say that yes, it is good, though clearly a first novel.

So, who else has a long-forgotten novel hidden away? A few years ago a lost work by Fritz Leiber, The Dealings of Daniel Kesserich, was rediscovered and published. Tolkien's unpublished story Roverandom likewise languished for decades before reaching the public.

If you asked me to name the three authors I'd most like to see have a lost work rediscovered, those would be high - very high - on the list. Sometimes things do work out the way they should.

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