Curious about the state of SF in China these days. Allow Joel to fill you in at Twelve Hours Later. Definitely my most exciting find online this month.
Tag: SF
Rainbows End, by Vernor Vinge
Whenever people talk about The Singularity, one reaction I always feel in my gut is, “Okay, describe it.” Of course, by its very definition, the Singularity is [relatively] indescribable, since it’s what is as incomprehensible to our minds as our world is to the mind of a goldfish. In this way, The Singularity is, I suspect, simply a piece of SFnal dogma, or perhaps, holy doctrine is a better word for what it is. We can’t show you it, but we can hint at it, point at it, hope you get it. The Singularity is what makes things go way …
Magazine Catchup Part I – Asimov’s & F&SF, August ’07 and Interzone July-Aug ’07
In the last year, I traveled a lot — weeks and weeks, in fact — and ended up falling far behind on my magazine subscriptions. I usually catch up during the semester, sneaking a magazine in here or there, but last semester was so incredibly busy that I barely read any of my magazines. So here I am, in April, reading magazines from last August. Well, the good news is, I’m at least enjoying them, and catching up somewhat. Asimov’s Science Fiction‘s issue from last August (2007) was one I was very eager to read. Rudy Rucker and Bruce Sterling …
Jetse’s Challenge
Well, I’ve finalized a few writing projects. “Wonjjang and the Madman of Pyongyang” is completed, done, finished (the text handed in the other day) and I have pretty much tidied and prepared a few more stories for sending out (some minor editing was necessary on them all: “The Broken Pathway”, “Solvjaynghi’s Christmas Wish”, and the piece I sent to Nemonymous for the Cone Zero anthology. Today, I whipped off a little Biblical End Times zombie piece for Bits of the Dead, which the lovely and talented Tristan (Facebook profile again, as that’s all he’s got!) pointed out today — though …
The Arrival by Shaun Tan
“You have to read this!” I said to Lime as I finished this book. “Mmmm,” she said, nonplussed. I say this sometimes about books I know would take her ages to read — English, after all, being her second language. “No, no, you can read this easily. There are no words in the book.” “Then how can I ‘read’ it?” she said. “Trust me. There’s a story. And it’s beautiful, and moving, and good. You’ll love it.” Tobias Buckell’s mention of the book; warning, it was the review linked above that got me excited about it, and you’ll probably end …