With its haunting portrayal of the unthinkable, Fatherland sired (ha ha…) the alternate history sub-genre one might call: “What if … the Nazis won?”
Felicity Savage recommends some SFF classics for your reading pleasure on Christmas.
I was absolutely delighted when I received a review copy of the highly anticipated Dangerous Women. Dozois and Martin have produced a blockbuster anthology with an all-star lineup of authors.
Don’t overthink this one. Don’t analyze it. Just enjoy
Are speculative fiction’s attempts at promoting diversity working? Take a selfie to find out…
One’s Aspect to the Sun, by Sherry D. Ramsey, isn’t a good book. It isn’t even an interestingly bad book I might enjoy in a “hated it but it made me think” way.
when I read, I notice what people are eating. This is one of those little clues that can tell you a lot about how a fictional world is constructed and how its author sees it.
Battle Fever J was a forerunner of the Power Rangers: four guys and a girl in superhero suits, saving the world from “the mysterious deity Satan Egos.”
In Japan, Halloween is pumpkins and ghosts, just as Christmas is Santas and reindeer.
This book kicks posterior. It’s a wild turbo-boosted ride through a shockingly plausible dystopia.
From time to time I make halfhearted efforts to like the things everyone else seems to, like The Beatles. In the same spirit I occasionally apply myself to classic science fiction. I recently dug into Little Fuzzy, the much-loved novel by H. Beam Piper.
The pope emeritus has written a letter to prominent Italian atheist Piergiorgio Odifreddi, rebutting Odifreddi’s critique of Benedict’s theology. And in it he displays an appreciation for science fiction.
Nuclear weapons, of course, are another story. The book you should be reading right now, if you care even a little bit about, er, not getting mushroom-clouded or dying a horrible death from nuclear fallout, is Command and Control, by Eric Schlosser.
Maybe it’s time to donate to SETI … and vote for politicians who believe that Gross National Happiness is less important than Gross National Aerospace Investment.
There are two broad strains of horror fiction. One assumes that the world is falling apart, and depicts that process. The other assumes that the world is eternal, and depicts it falling apart.
Like going on a brewery tour, except at this farm, the vats are full of meat.
Why has this man been labelled “a poo-flinging chimp,” among other, less printable things? I have an idea or two (a rare occurrence, I know, I know).
Jaron Lanier says science fiction is fundamentally retro. Is he right? Do SOOPER SPACE ROCKETZZZ run on Ribena?
Bestselling mystery / thriller authors Keigo Higashino and Jiro Asada, with five other popular genre writers and mangaka, have been embroiled for the last three years in a complicated series of lawsuits against “jisui” scanning companies. These jisui companies operate custom digitalization services.
Deliberate misdirection is a writer’s tool that also deserves a place in the marketer’s toolkit. Here’s how writers can colonize the search page, where the reading experience ought to start.
I used to play with My Little Ponies. I hated dolls, kept my hair short, wouldn’t wear dresses, but even I was susceptible to the unbearable cuteness of My Little Pony. For a while I kept a sizeable stable of them at the foot of my bed. Imagine my shock when I found out that […]
Let’s get one thing out of the way up front. I am crazy about Jeff Carlson’s writing. I even tipped him as my favorite lesser-known SF author in a recent interview here on Amazing Stories. Tying that hangman’s noose a bit tighter, I stated at the time that I thought Carlson’s best work was still ahead of him.
This is a post for the writers. And for readers who enjoy a bit of a rant. Warning: contains religion.
Will you stand for something? Or settle for anything?
What do you say to a man who’s fresh out of jail, whose wife has been sleeping around and who doesn’t know his daughter anymore? What do you say to a kid living alone with his disabled mother, who finds the companionship he craves in a white supremacist group? What do you say to a […]
Weeaboos? Weeaboos? If you don’t know what a weeaboo is, you probably aren’t one. If you’d rather be quite sure, visit this link and play weeaboo bingo with yourself! The checklist to the right is courtesy of knowyourmeme.com. We’re back in cultural appropriation territory here: as it relates to Japan, cultural appropriation is what happens […]
This man foresaw the NSA scandal before cell phones were even invented. So why have you never heard of him? Blame the Japanese publishing industry–which makes Westeros look like the Oneida Community.
Catherynne M. Valente’s new collection teems with floating lanterns and fox spirits, gods and baku and bears and animated calligraphy brushes, all revolving around the recurrent figure of a Western woman dreaming about a country she can never quite reach, even when she’s there.
Oh my God! I miss you.
This man is the biggest rock star who never became a big rock star, but deserves to. I had to find some excuse to write about my love of Monster Magnet and by golly, I found one! Read on to discover what writers should learn from Dave Wyndorf & co. in this brave new world.