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In my own particular mental map of the modern novel’s river, the watershed is Jane Austen. Her books were romantic, but she was not writing romance as it later came to be understood. Romance in the early sense could be … Continue reading
Category Archives: satire
In this 3rd entry in my Horror Month movie binging, I want to talk about two movies that scream for context. By 1975, through consciousness raising, bra burning, and symbolic jettisoning of razor blades, feminists were scaring men. In 2004, … Continue reading
The life of a writing nurse is pedestrian most of the time, excepting the occasional travel to South Africa, or a house fire or your husband rolling the car, or getting laid off. Twice. So when we went to our … Continue reading
I’m being investigated for colluding in the destruction of my own country — so unfair!
Continue readingThis got me thinking about the fragility of satire. When reality overdoes itself, when it gets surreal, what’s left for the satirist?
Continue readingThe Unpleasantness at Baskerville Hall Reeves & Worcester Steampunk Mysteries Book 4 by Chris Dolley This novel is the 5th story in the R&W Steampunk Mystery series. Stories 1 and 2 were published in the ebook What Ho, Automaton! Stories … Continue reading
Today’s cover reveal is … The Unpleasantness at Baskerville Hall by Chris Dolley. Book View Café is thrilled to announce that Chris Dolley’s new Reeves & Worcester novel will be published on February 9th in both trade paperback and digital … Continue reading
But fortunately, even though PKD is still dead in this wonderful novel by Michael Bishop, his “tangible ghost” is present and making changes to reality. Fairwood Press has reissued Philip K. Dick Is Dead, Alas – originally published in 1987 … Continue reading
In my own particular mental map of the modern novel’s river, the watershed is Jane Austen. Her books were romantic, but she was not writing romance as it was soon understood. Within a very few years after her death one … Continue reading
The Pure Cold Light by Gregory Frost Heffernan would never appreciate that magnetism was what killed him. The alarm klaxon honked twice in the tiny lunar shack, so loud that he fumbled his coffee cup and seared a stripe across … Continue reading