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Aug. 7th, 2004 11:50 amJonathan Strange and Mr Norrell and The Da Vinci Code are apparently hallmarks of the new escapism. Or something.
SFSite has a good interview with Ian R Macleod, and a slightly less interesting review of Breathmoss and Other Exhalations. Meanwhile, at Salon, David Brin tries to defend the panopticon.
The epic fantasy adventures of Theguardian, barbarian warrior. "For no clear reason, an elf woman starts beating Theguardian with a sword. Tapping away at the keyboard, I try to explain that I am not, as I appear to be, a novice knight with the build of an American footballer in silver plate armour, dragging a sword the size of a broom handle, but a reporter in London. The elf woman stops attacking me and, without a word, teleports away into nothingness. This keeps happening."
Bush's speechwriters are just not up the level of Sam and Toby; check out the fourth paragraph from the bottom. "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
'Lad lit' not as big a success as they hoped. 'No male reader wants to be identified with the guy who can't get the girl,' apparently.
Reading note: jumping from six hundred pages of densely imagined future-India in River of Gods to fifty pages of current-India in Transmission is a slightly weird experience.
SFSite has a good interview with Ian R Macleod, and a slightly less interesting review of Breathmoss and Other Exhalations. Meanwhile, at Salon, David Brin tries to defend the panopticon.
The epic fantasy adventures of Theguardian, barbarian warrior. "For no clear reason, an elf woman starts beating Theguardian with a sword. Tapping away at the keyboard, I try to explain that I am not, as I appear to be, a novice knight with the build of an American footballer in silver plate armour, dragging a sword the size of a broom handle, but a reporter in London. The elf woman stops attacking me and, without a word, teleports away into nothingness. This keeps happening."
Bush's speechwriters are just not up the level of Sam and Toby; check out the fourth paragraph from the bottom. "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
'Lad lit' not as big a success as they hoped. 'No male reader wants to be identified with the guy who can't get the girl,' apparently.
Reading note: jumping from six hundred pages of densely imagined future-India in River of Gods to fifty pages of current-India in Transmission is a slightly weird experience.
