Why, I was just spitting about this novel yesterday. 5th Wave is yet another (though I would argue exceptionally well-written) girl-tackles-the-Dystopia novel rocking the book shelves at the moment. But with aliens! And with the current craze for this particular genre, it makes a good amount of sense that it shall be receiving a film adaptation.
I like this.
It’s Labor Day here in the Empire. The holiday that has been co-opted and become a celebration of the successful completion of a Summer. It also signals what is for many the Long March towards Winter. Via Autumn. Me? I fucking love the Fall. Favorite season. It’s not too cold, but it’s cool enough to snuggle up with a blanket. It heralds my favorite Opiate of the Masses: football (and my 1a: hockey). In addition, a secondary market of cool balms to draw me out of my peretual existential crisis arrives in the form of Fall Television Programming. Finally let us not forget how it drums up my favorite gauntlet of Fabricated Reasons to Celebrate, which is the stretch from Halloween through Christmas.
So yeah, I’m down with Labor Day. Cool enough. But I’m really down with what it signals.
(Oh yeah wait this is Monday Morning Commute the column where we share the various aforementioned balms and non-literal and perhaps literal sedatives that get us through the week with minimal scarring so I’ll start by giving you a rundown of what I’m enjoying this week and then you do me the solid of letting me know what you’re totally into this week and that way we will all be a happy commune full of run-on sentences and dementia and cool arts and farts to try out okay how does that sound?)