Charlie Booker’s Black Mirror is a stark take on our dystopian future-present. It’s incisive, wonderful, and depressing as fuck. If you’ve spent time wondering how else you can get Booker’s insight into our present techno-rot, having finished the series, well good fucking news. The show is being adapted into a book anthology series.
New non-fiction novel? Sort of a head-bender. But I suppose Gaiman isn’t exactly alien to the notion of his novels notoriously bending our brains. I mean, right?
Ernie Cline (‘Ready Player One’) is writing third sci-fi novel; has signed enormous deal for publication rights
Ernie Cline is not a good writer. RPO was a decent, enjoyable pastiche. I read the description for Armada and laughed out loud. And yet despite both of those bullshit notes, I’m glad he’s making bank off of his cheap peddling of 1980s nerd nostalgia. ‘Cause that’s pretty much what I wish I was doing in life.
This news isn’t for me, folks. I’m just imagining there’s some portion of our non-existent fanbase that may find this relevant. Cause me? Didn’t read the book, may not see the movie.
I haven’t read any John Scalzi. And I know that’s probably a personal flaw. But I love any renowned sci-fi writer in this day and age scoring those kind of lucrative contract. Rock on, Scalzi. Keep up the good fight. #PlatitudePlatitude
I think Ready Player One is deec. It cribs some concepts from better works (IMO~ OF COURSE) and uses them to jack off to the 1980’s. Which is cool. I imagine it was even cooler to those who valorize said decade. Does the novel need a sequel? I don’t know. Will I read it? Yes.
Ready Player One really isn’t that good of a book. (Though it’s enjoyable. Am I equivocating here? I guess.) However, it is a really enjoyable pastiche that pays homage to about 3,000 of my loves. So while I wasn’t blown away by the title, the content and the concept would certainly be awesome to see on the big screen. And Christopher Nolan directing it? Fuck yes. But I think this is more wishful thinking on WB’s part than anything else.
Let me be clear. I don’t know Zoe Sugg. I don’t know if her vlogs are any good. I’m just excited that someone has erupted out of a somewhat-new cultural avenue to dominate something as antiquated as the “best selling books” list. At least for now this celebrity born out of the YouTube-Universe is the best selling debut novelist in the UK. Ever. Will she succeed going forward? Who the fuck knows. But petulant, authority-dismissing me likes this.
Another true Wizard of Existence has sloughed the coil mortal. Opting out of this realm of rot for the wonderful embrace of entropy. Fare thee well on your transmutation back into particles, R.A. Montgomery. You gave us fucking “Choose Your Own Adventure”, and for that we are hyper-textually blessed.
IT’S ABOUT TIME. Amazon is absolutely the devil. Absolutely ruining everything. Also absolutely essential to my life. And for months now I haven’t been able to order books from them because they’ve been beefing with Hachette. Now! Now though. It’s over.