As I mentioned last week, MBW and the HA were out of town. Long-time readers of the web log (if any such creatures exist) know what that means: reviews of movies you all saw ages ago. I took some sketchy notes during my viewing, so for this entry in the series I’ll not be relying solely on my memory. Happily for you readers, this means a shorter post.
MBW and the HA gave me a unique Father’s Day gift this year: quiet time. MBW drove the HA to California for a week’s visit to visit grandparents. The HA will get some camping in, MBW will get some work done. And I get a week at home of quiet and sleeping in.
My family loves me.
I have a tentative release schedule for Karl Thorson and the Jade Dagger of mid-November. And that means editing. What fun.
The web log is taking Memorial Day weekend off.
We reach at last Jack Williamson, the penultimate entry in this slapdash consideration of Appendix N. Considering how prolific Jack Williamson was during his lengthy, exemplary career, I’m surprised I’ve read so little of his work. The man nearly reached a century and was producing fiction for most of it, having his first story published at the age of twenty.
MBW was out of town on business for the last week and a half. And that means my frequenting the RedBox to rent movies you all saw long ago. Now I shall comment upon them.
The web log is busy finishing up the third draft of “Warlord” and acting as Mr. Mom while MBW is out of the country. The regular nonsense will return next week.
What are the fundamental books a newcomer to science fiction should read in order to achieve a basic conversance with the genre? To keep this practicable for this notional novice, what ten books would suffice?
I am unqualified to answer this question. My list would necessarily displease everyone. Only an unjustifiably self-confident jackanapes, a grinning idiot embodying the Dunning-Kruger Effect would even attempt such a thing.
Right, I’m your man then.