Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Art of Fiction 149 - John Le Carre

"That’s right. At that time I was very caught up in the cold war in Germany. I was stationed in Bonn, going to Berlin a lot, and that was the crucible of all that spy commerce in those days. One of my jobs at the embassy, one of my day jobs, you might say, was bringing over German dignitaries, introducing them to British politicians, and functioning as interpreter. I was sitting alone in London Airport, minding my own business, when a very rough-edged, kind of Trevor Howard figure, walked in and sat himself at the bar beside me. He fished in his pocket, put down a great handful of change in heaven-knows-which currencies and denominations, and then said, A large scotch. Between him and the barman, they just sorted out the money. He drank the scotch and left. I thought I picked up a very slight Irish accent. And that was really all, but there was a deadness in the face, and he looked, as we would have said in the spy world in those days, as if he’d had the hell posted out of him. It was the embodiment, suddenly, of somebody that I’d been looking for. It was he, and I never spoke to him, but he was my guy, Alec Leamas, and I knew he was going to die at the Berlin Wall. " 4 out of 5

Bright Lights - Robert Reed

Survival message. 3 out of 5

Worlds Enough...and Time - Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Theory of. 3 out of 5

The Magician of Words - Ruth Nestvold

A bit elemental. 3 out of 5

Saturday, June 23, 2012

The Hacker Crackdown - Bruce Sterling

The good old dodgy computer stuff. 3.5 out of 5

Empire State 1 - Adam Christopher

"Over the half-finished shell of the Empire State Building, two superheroes were punching seven shades of shit out of each other, their tiny, doll-like bodies silhouetted against the A d a m C h r i s t o p h e r 21 maelstrom of energy that erupted around them with each connecting blow. Rex staggered to the corner to get a look. It was mesmerising. Exactly what he needed. Dragging his eyes away, he checked the crowd over. Everyone, police included, were looking away. He snuck out, hugged the corner and quietly ducked under the police barrier, the replacement for the broken boom which had been pushed into the gutter opposite. Safe in the crowd, confident that McCabe had probably taken off as soon he saw the Studebaker flip right in front of the police, Rex looked back toward the Empire State Building. There was a flash of green so bright the crowd gasped as one, followed a second later by a colossal sonic boom, so loud the crowd ducked. This was a heck of a fight between New York’s two superheroes. In Rex’s dazed state it pushed McCabe and Jerome and his shattered business clean out of his mind for a moment. Two superheroes? Scratch that. One superhero, one supervillain. It was a great story, one that Rex – and everyone else in the city, if not the country – knew, a tale of friendship and betrayal so perfect the movie was just waiting to be made. " 3.5 out of 5

The Great Game 1 - Lavie Tidhar

"She had stepped out of the shadow, a young girl, glowing – so it seemed to him, then, romantic fool that he was – in the light of the moon. Her long white legs were bare and she wore a blue dress and a blue flower behind one ear. She smiled at him, flashing perfect white teeth, and killed the first of the would-be assassins with a knife throw that went deep into the man’s chest, a flower of blood blooming on his shirt as he fell. Together, they eliminated the others, the envoy oblivious the whole while to the covert assassination attempt, then disposed of the bodies together, dragging them into one of the canals and setting them adrift, Alice’s blue flower pinned to the leader’s chest. It had been the most romantic night of Smith’s life. Later, when the envoy was safely asleep in his bed, Smith and Alice shared a drink on the balcony of the small, dank hotel, and watched the moonlight play on the water of the canal… Now he listened for the smallest sounds, that soft patter on the roof, the drop of a body, then another. The fat man had warned him but somehow, Smith always knew the day would come, was always waiting for it, and now he was ready. He slid a knife from its scabbard, tied around his ankle. He had spent some of the afternoon, and a part of the evening, sharpening this knife, his favourite, and cleaning and oiling various other devices. Cleaning one’s weapons was a comforting act, an ingrained habit that felt almost domestic. It made him think of Alice, who preferred guns to knives, and disliked poisons. " 3.5 out of 5

Evil Dark 1 - Justin Gustainis

"The city is Scranton. The name is Markowski. I carry a badge. The monsters from your nightmares are real, all of them. If you live in my town, protecting you from them – and vice versa – is my job. That’s pretty much all you need to know about who I am and what I do. There are a few things in this life that I really hate, and two of them are fairies and heights. Fairies piss me off because they act so goddamn superior. Just because they can fly, and they’re all so fucking beautiful – males and females, both – and they can shift at will from Earth to Fairyland and back again, it makes them all think they’re hot shit. The default setting on the average fairy’s face is a smirk, and in more than one case I’ve been tempted to wipe it off – with my fist. As for heights – I need to explain something about that. It’s not altitude all by itself that scares me – it’s only something that I might fall from and get killed that gives me the willies. A few years back, I was in New York for a supe cop conference, and I used my free time to do some touristy stuff. So after the boat tour around the Statue of Liberty, I went to the Empire State Building and took the elevator up to the observation deck on floor one-oh-two. You get a great view of the city, and I thought it was spectacular. Of course, the deck has a waist-high wall around it, and that’s topped by a large gauge metal fence, and there’s barbed wire on top of that – if you want to fall off that thing, you’re gonna have to work at it. I wasn’t nervous at all. On the other hand, if you put me in one of those flimsy platforms the window washers use when they clean the building, I’d probably shit myself. I don’t care if those guys think it’s safe and do it every fucking day – I want something more between me and oblivion than a big plank of wood, some scaffolding, and a couple of cables. I haven’t got agrophobia, or whatever they call it – I’m just not interested in doing any experiments with the force of gravity from half a mile in the air. So, with all that, how is it I found myself on a two-foot-wide ledge that fronts the Bank Tower Building, twelve stories up from street level, trying to talk a fairy out of taking the Big Dive? The answer to that is kinda complicated." 4 out of 5

Blackbirds 1 - Chuck Wendig

"The bathroom door opens, and Del Amico steps out, wreathed in ghosts of steam. He might have been attractive once. Still is, maybe, in this light. He’s middle-aged, lean as a drinking straw. Ropy arms, hard calves. Cheap, generic boxer-briefs pulled tight on bony hips. He’s got a good jaw, a nice chin, she thinks, and the stubble doesn’t hurt. He smiles big and broad at her and licks his teeth – bright pearly whites, the tongue snaking over them with a squeak. She smells mint. “Mouthwash,” he says, smacking his lips and breathing hot fresh breath in her direction. He rubs a scummy towel up over his head. “Found some under the sink.” “Super,” she says. “Hey, I have a new idea for a crayon color: cockroach brown.” Del peers out from the hood formed from his towel. “What? Crayon? The hell you going on about?” “Crayola makes all kinds of crazy colors. You know. Burnt umber. Burnt sienna. Blanched almond. Baby shit yellow. And so on, and so forth. I’m just saying, cockroaches have their own color. It’s distinct. Crayola should get on that. The kids’ll love it.” Del laughs, but he’s obviously a little confused. He continues toweling off, and then stops. He squints at her, like he’s trying to see the dolphin in one of those Magic Eye paintings.He looks her up and down. “I thought you said you were gonna be out here… getting comfortable,” he says. She shrugs. “Ooh. No. Truth be told, I’m never really that comfortable. Sorry.” “But…” His voice trails off. He wants to say it. His mouth forms the words before he speaks them, but finally: “You’re not naked.” “Very observant,” she says, giving him a thumbs-up and a wink. “I got bad news, Del. I am not actually a truck stop prostitute, and therefore we shall not be fucking on this good eve. Or morning. I guess it’s morning? Either way, no fucking. No ticky, no laundry.” That jaws of his tightens. “But you offered. You owe me.” “Considering you haven’t actually paid me yet, and further considering that prostitution is not exactly legal in this state – though, far be it for me to legislate morality; frankly, I think what people do is their business – I don’t think I owe you dick, Del.” “Goddamn,” he says. “You love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?” “I do.” She does. “You’re a liar. A liar with a foul little mouth.” “My mother always said I had a mouth like a sailor. Not in an arr, matey way, but in a fuck this and shit that way. And yes, I am a big fat liar. My dirty, torn-up jeans on fire.” It’s like he doesn’t know what to do. She sees it; she’s really steaming his bun. His nostrils are flaring like he’s a bull about to charge. “A lady should be respectful,” is all he manages through gritted teeth. He pitches the towel in the corner. Miriam snorts. “That’s me. My fair fuckin’ lady.”" 4.5 out of 5

The Rapture of the Nerds - Charles Stross and Cory Doctorow

"Whether or not sim-Huw is really Huw, whether or not uploading is a kind of death, whether or not posthumanity is immortal or just kidding itself, the single, inviolable fact remains: Human simspace is no more tasteful than the architectural train wreck that the Galactic Authority has erected. The people who live in it have all the aesthetic sense of a senile jackdaw. Huw is prepared to accept — for the sake of argument, mind — that uploading leaves your soul intact, but she is never going give one nanometer on the question of whether uploading leaves your taste intact. If the Turing test measured an AI’s capacity to conduct itself with a sense of real style, all of simspace would be revealed for a machine-sham. Give humanity a truly unlimited field, and it would fill it with Happy Meal toys and holographic, sport-star, collectible trading card game art." 4 out of 5

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Hammer's Slammers Handbook - John Lambshead and John Treadaway

A miniature wargaming guide. 3.5 out of 5

Grim Tides 9 Seeing the World - Tim Pratt

"“Oh, no, this is lovely,” Pelham said. “I suppose it might have made me anxious when I first left Felport… but since then I’ve driven the road of death in Bolivia, and the Deosai National Park Trail in Pakistan – after driving across a wood-and-rope bridge suspended over a chasm, a few blind curves and one-lane stretches are nothing to get worked up about.” “Ha. I guess not. I’m going to have to get used to the new you, Pelham – I’m still thinking of you as the guy who never left Felport, who’d barely been off the Chamberlain’s estate.”" 3.5 out of 5

Waiting With Mortals - Crystal Koo

Pervert ghost takeover. 3 out of 5

The Birdcage 1 - Kate Wilhelm

Chimp cold cure. 3 out of 5

Loco - Bruce Sterling and Rudy Rucker

Waverley dead food droid. 2.5 out of 5

The Birdcage 2 - Kate Wilhelm

Chimp cold cure. 3 out of 5

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Neighborhood Watch Final Report - Travis S. Taylor

On Mars. 3.5 out of 5

Affair In Tokyo - John McPartland

An army soldier and reporter falls for a famous war correspondent - problem being she is a general's fiance. After a naval accident covering a story involving a fight with another reporter he ends up on the run and becoming involved with a Japanese crimelord who has a novel use for him in the drugs and prostitution business. 3.5 out of 5

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Mother of All Russiya - Melanie Rawn

Need some snaky magic. 3.5 out of 5

The Cross-time Accountants Fail To Kill Hitler Because Chuck Berry Does The Twist - Charles Coleman Finlay

Callback intervention. 3.5 out of 5

A Hole To China - Catherynne M. Valente

Door way. 3 out of 5

The Children of Hamelin - Dale Bailey

Just the youngish ones. 3 out of 5

Song of Bullfrogs Cry of Geese - Nicola Griffith

Song of Bullfrogs Cry of Geese - Nicola Griffith
Song of Bullfrogs, Cry of Geese - Nicola Griffith Chronic Fatal Syndrome. 3.5 out of 5

Nightside On Callisto - Linda Nagata

Red spread mech. 3.5 out of 5

The Ruby Incomparable - Kage Baker

The Ruby Incomparable - Kage Baker Married and boring. 2.5 out of 5

Author Spotlight - Charles Coleman Finlay

"What made you come up with the terms “accountant” and “auditor” for the time travellers? It’s part of the backstory. I’d been thinking for a long time about a resource-depleted future where time travelers stole things from the past. Like if monks in the dark ages could have gone back to take technology and knowledge directly from Rome. It’s a variation on the idea in John Varley’s Millenium, if you know that novel." 3.5 out of 5

Author Spotlight - Nicola Griffith

"What’s next for you? I’ve just finished a novel, Hild, set in seventh-century Britain. It’s about a girl who grows up to become the woman known as Hild of Whitby. In a time when might equals right, she is born as the second daughter of a widow in exile, and ends up being a woman to whom kings bend the knee." 3.5 out of 5

Different Kinds of Darkness - David Langford

Different Kinds of Darkness - David Langford
Mathwar chipkid rebels. 4 out of 5

Author Spotlight - Linda Nagata

"In your story “Nightside on Callisto,” four female soldiers face an unexpected conflict. Why did you choose the Jupiter system to set this particular story in? The moons of Jupiter were on my mind because I’d just finished reading Piers Anthony’s Bio of a Space Tyrant, Volume 1, Refugee. I knew I wanted to tackle a story that was hard SF, and set off Earth, so why not on one of Jupiter’s moons? I have a bad habit of starting story development with setting instead of plot, and that’s what happened here. So I just kept throwing ideas at the page until I had enough to create a story for my chosen setting." 3.5 out of 5

Lightspeed 23 - John Joseph Adams

Pretty much the same as the last one at a bit over 3 with some decent interviews andother bits. Lightspeed 23 : The Political Officer - C. C. Finlay Lightspeed 23 : Forget You - Mark Laidlaw Lightspeed 23 : The Sympathy - Eric Gregory Lightspeed 23 : The Steam Dancer 1896 - Caitlin R. Kiernan Lightspeed 23 : Domovoi - M. K. Hobson Lightspeed 23 : Ruminations in an Alien Tongue - Vandana Singh Lightspeed 23 : Mother Ship - Caroline M. Yoachim Lightspeed 23 : Our Town - Kim Stanley Robinson Lightspeed 23 : Nomad - Karin Lowachee The Gulag Terraformago Intelligence Education. 4.5 out of 5 Who why? 2.5 out of 5 Running away flowers. 2.5 out of 5 Missouri mechanical bits. 2.5 out of 5 Ghost beating. 3 out of 5 Probability alter machine. 3 out of 5 Starseed born. 3.5 out of 5 Ectogene scandal. 3 out of 5 Radical unintegrated Streak. 3.5 out of 5 2.5 out of 5

Mother Ship - Caroline M. Yoachim

Starseed born. 3.5 out of 5

The Sympathy - Eric Gregory

Running away flowers. 3.5 out of 5

Nomad - Karin Lowachee

Radical unintegrated Streak. 3.5 out of 5

The Steam Dancer 1896 - Caitlin R. Kiernan

Missouri mechanical bits. 2.5 out of 5

Ruminations In An Alien Tongue - Vandana Singh

Probability alter machine. 3 out of 5

Forget You - Marc Laidlaw

Who why? 2.5 out of 5

Our Town - Kim Stanley Robinson

Ectogene scandal. 3 out of 5

Domovoi - M. K. Hobson

Ghost beating.

3 out of 5

Lightspeed Interview - William Gibson

"Your new book is called Distrust That Particular Flavor. What does that title refer to? It’s a phrase from the piece in the collection called “Time Machine Cuba,” and the “particular flavor” is futurists in immediate apocalyptic mode, like, “the world is ending right now, so pay attention to me” . . . it comes after I quote H.G. Wells hitting that particular note in a very particularly shrill way. It’s akin to the “after us, the deluge” rant, which is something I watch for in other science fiction writers, because it’s usually a bad sign. Futurists get to a certain age and, as one does, they suddenly recognize their own mortality, and they often decide that what’s going on is that everything is just totally screwed and shabby now, whereas when they were younger everything was better." 3.5 out of 5

Author Spotlight - Kim Stanley Robinison

"In your story “Our Town,” Desmond and Roarick are sculptors of something a bit unusual. Will you tell us a little about the origins of this story? The story derives from a single image, a kind of Pygmalion variant. My wife and I traveled in Asia on our way to Switzerland, in 1985, which was the first time I had ever been in the developing world. I wrote the first half of the story on a night train between Bangkok and Kohsamui, and the second half on a night train between Cairo and Luxor." 3 out of 5

Lightspeed Interview - Robin Hobb

"You started out publishing fiction under the name “Megan Lindholm,” but your given name is actually “Margaret.” So how did you become a “Megan”? One of my first professionally published stories was in an anthology called Amazons!, of which Jessica Amanda Salmonson was the editor. Prior to that I had been publishing as “M. Lindholm,” and when it came time to put the anthology together, Jessica said that she really wanted to use full names on the stories, as she felt that for many years female writers had been forced to hide behind a single initial—or a male name—in order to get published. My response was that the “M” was something that I used because I had no particular attachment to my given name of Margaret—or Peggy, or Maggie, or Meg—and I said, “Well, Megan’s not too bad. But none of those names really resonate with me, so I’ve always just left it as M. Lindholm.” Well, when the anthology came out and I opened my copy, I saw that my byline was now “Megan Lindholm.” There had been a misunderstanding, and Jessica had thought that was the name that I was actually choosing as a first name for my pseudonym." 4 out of 5

Lightspeed Interview - Vernor Vinge

"You’re famous for coining the phrase “The Technological Singularity.” How did you first come up with that? I used that term first, I think, at an artificial intelligence conference in 1982. Actually, it was a conference with Marvin Minsky, the famous A.I. researcher, and several science fiction writers were on the panel—Robert Sheckley and Jim Hogan. I made the observation that if we got human-level artificial intelligence, that would certainly be a world-shaking event, and if we got superhuman-level intelligence, then what happened afterward would be fundamentally unintelligible. In the past, when some new invention came along, it generally made all sorts of unexpected consequences, but those consequences could be understood. The example I like to use is that if you had a magical time machine and you could bring Mark Twain forward into the 21st century, you could explain our world to him and he would understand it quite quickly. He’d come up to speed in a day or two, and he would probably have a very good time with it. On the other hand, if you tried to do that explanatory experiment with a goldfish, there’s no way you could explain our world to a goldfish in a way that would be meaningful, as it is to us humans." 4.5 out of 5

Subterranean Online 21 - William Schafer

Three good stories here but only a 3.00. Subterranean Online 21 : Water Can't Be Nervous - Jonathan Carroll Subterranean Online 21 : The Least of the Deathly Arts - Kat Howard Subterranean Online 21 : Treasure Island: A Lucifer Jones Story - Mike Resnick Subterranean Online 21 : Three Lilies And Three Leopards And A Participation Ribbon In Science - Tad Williams Subterranean Online 21 : The Drunken Moon - Joe R. Lansdale Subterranean Online 21 : Seerauber - Maria Dahvana Headley Subterranean Online 21 : The Way the Red Clown Hunts You - Terry Dowling Subterranean Online 21 : The Last Song You Hear - David J. Schow Subterranean Online 21 : Chicago Bang Bang - C. E. Murphy Puppet though. 2.5 out of 5 Dead poem. 3 out of 5 No X though. 3 out of 5 Fictional French Quidprobe Pogo. 3.5 out of 5 Is gone. 2 out of 5 Wet Jenny in a jar. 3.5 out of 5 Jestermorte, me. 3 out of 5 Only about a month and a half. 3 out of 5 Grey vampire gangsters. 3.5 out of 5 2.5 out of 5

Chicago Bang Bang - C. E. Murphy

Grey vampire gangsters. 3.5 out of 5

The Last Song You Hear - David J. Schow

Only about a month and a half. 3 out of 5

The Way the Red Clown Hunts You - Terry Dowling

Jestermorte, me. 3 out of 5

Seerauber - Maria Dahvana Headley

Wet Jenny in a jar. 3.5 out of 5

The Drunken Moon - Joe R. Lansdale

Is gone. 2 out of 5

Night of the Werecock - Rosemary Cross

Monthly affliction multiple friend assistance required. 3.5 out of 5

Three Lilies And Three Leopards And A Participation Ribbon In Science - Tad Williams

Fictional French Quidprobe Pogo. 3.5 out of 5

The Least Of The Deathly Arts - Kat Howard

Dead poem. 3 out of 5

Water Can't Be Nervous - Jonathan Carroll

Puppet though. 2.5 out of 5

MIND MELD: How to Write Science Fiction on a Post-Colonial World? - Fabio Fernandes |

"In recent years, the ascension of several former Third World countries to a better economical and geopolitical standing (the best example of which are the like the BRICS – Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa) has been slowly but steadily bringing a change of paradigms in the way science fiction sees the world. Could it be that novels like Paolo Bacigalupi’s The Wind-Up Girl, Ian McDonald’s Brasyl and The Dervish House, to name just a few, are some of the harbingers of this change? Or, as their authors are Western in origin and haven’t lived in the countries they portrayed, would they still be focusing on the so-called exotic aspect of foreign countries and therefore failing to see the core of these cultures? We asked this week’s panelists: Q: How do you Write Science Fiction on a Post-Colonial World? Do you think belonging to a Non-Western culture is essential to write a really good, convincing story about it? Is being an outsider to the culture you want to write about, an enriching or impoverishing experience (or doesn’t it matter in the end)? Here’s what they said…" 3.5 out of 5

The Union - Samantha Sommersby

Agent partnership approval. 3 out of 5

Clarkesworld 69 - Neil Clarke

A good de Bodard story and several interesting articles. Clarkesworld 69 : Immersion - Aliette de Bodard Clarkesworld 69 : If The Mountain Comes - An Owomoyela Clarkesworld 69 : You Were She Who Abode - E. Catherine Tobler I like the Galactic tech stuff. 3.5 out of 5 Mortality river fight. 3 out of 5 VET memory nails. 3 out of 5 3 out of 5

You Were She Who Abode - E. Catherine Tobler

VET memory nails. 3 out of 5

If the Mountain Comes - An Owomoyela

Mortality river fight. 3 out of 5

Immersion - Aliette de Bodard

I like the Galactic tech stuff. 3.5 out of 5

Energizing Futures: How SF Fuels Itself - Stephen Gaskell

"Virtual worlds. Terraforming complexes. Star-spanning generation ships. Science fiction is chock-full of massive technological artifacts born of humankind's desire to create, to explore. What do they all have in common? They all consume energy like black holes swallow stars. Computation, mechanization, acceleration. If the future's getting faster, it's certainly getting more energy intensive. Even when SF is not envisioning these glittering futures, a growing Earth population living increasingly modern lifestyles means that our collective energy needs will inevitably rise, new technologies or not. One question that's often not given much attention is: Where does this energy come from?" 4 out of 5

Clarkesworld By the Numbers - Neil Clarke

"I'm a data junkie. Over the last five-plus years, I've collected a lot of data about all things Clarkesworld and some about the state of online fiction. This month, I thought I'd dig into that data and share some of the more interesting data and what they mean to me. I'm going to start with something that says a lot about the history of Clarkesworld and perhaps even a little about the growing acceptance of online fiction since 2006:" 4.5 out of 5

Clarkesworld 68 - Neil Clarke

This time, three good stories for a 3.50. Clarkesworld 68 : Clarkesworld 68 - Neil Clarke Clarkesworld 68 : Prayer - Robert Reed Clarkesworld 68 : Synch Me Kiss Me Drop - Suzanne Church Clarkesworld 68 : All the Things the Moon is Not - Alexander Lumans Hanna and Prophet gun attack. 3.5 out of 5 Club sample high. Occasional nanite snot. 3.5 out of 5 Mold pirate chess. 3.5 out of 5 4.5 out of 5

All the Things the Moon Is Not - Alexander Lumans

Mold pirate chess. 3.5 out of 5

Synch Me Kiss Me Drop - Suzanne Church

Club sample high. Occasional nanite snot. 3.5 out of 5

Prayer - Robert Reed

Hanna and Prophet gun attack. 3.5 out of 5

Erotica Sustainability - Selena Kitt

There are plenty of midlist authors out there who have faded into oblivion. Not many authors can look forward to a career life-span of someone like Stephen King or James Patterson, or even Anne Rice. Some say epublishing is going to change all of that. Now books won’t ever go “out of print.” They’re all going to be on the virtual shelves forever, competing for the attention of the reader. In an epublishing world, this seems to be true. Many midlist authors are finding a new audience for work that was previously out of print, making money off books that were unavailable for years. Most genres, especially those with big reader-return and high book-read counts like romance, mystery/thriller and horror, will sustain this kind of boom. But what about erotica? 4 out of 5

Clarkesworld 67 - Neil Clarke

Poor 2.67 with the odd ok article. Clarkesworld 67 : Fragmentation or Ten Thousand Goodbyes - Tom Crosshill Clarkesworld 67 : Draftyhouse - Erik Amundsen Clarkesworld 67 : The Womb Factory - Peter M. Ferenczi Brain stuffing. 3 out of 5 Moon ghosts. 2.5 out of 5 Computer make. 2.5 out of 5 1.5 out of 5

The Womb Factory - Peter M. Ferenczi

Computer make. 2.5 out of 5

Draftyhouse - Erik Amundsen

Moon ghosts. 2.5 out of 5

Fragmentation Or Ten Thousand Goodbyes - Tom Crosshill

Brain stuffing. 3 out of 5

The Missing Heavyweight - Herbert Jenkins

A boxer prisoner discovered by Malcolm Sage. 3 out of 5

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Present - Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Premature peignoir replay loop.

3.5 out of 5

Lila the Werewolf - Peter S. Beagle

Lila the Werewolf - Peter S. Beagle
If your girlfriend eats live canines, follow Paul Simon's advice. Pick one. 3.5 out of 5

Monday, June 04, 2012

The Huge Hunter Or the Steam Man of the Prairies - Edward S. Ellis

A surprise and a trip. 2.5 out of 5

For the Salt He Had Eaten - Talbot Mundy

A hot time in India for Mahommed Khan, Risaldar and Colonel Carter. 2.5 out of 5

Voodoo Planet - Andre Norton

Solar Queen, rock apes, not so real magic though. 2.5 out of 5

The Blockade Runners - Jules Verne

The Dolphin, confederates and landlubbers. 2.5 out of 5

A Visit To Three Fronts June 1916 - Arthur Conan Doyle

Asked to be an observer. 3 out of 5

Forest For the Trees - Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Forest For the Trees - Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Spirit mum. 3 out of 5