It started one day at work, when both my supervisor and coworker left me to work alone.
At the end of the day, I was utterly exhausted- I was between books and needed something to cleanse my mental palate. 341 more words
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The protagonist in science fiction analogizes not to the writer but to the reader, plunged into a world organized according to hidden operations, full of codes to crack, and of the affective feedback of people taking for granted what you’re puzzling to grasp…If there’s anything to this at all, you’d have to agree that the science-fiction people are not only canaries but that they sensed before anyone else that we’d entered a coal mine.
I’m inadvertently sleuthing my way through Lethem’s books. Wandering through the store the other day, I spied this upon the Clearance shelf (my haunt) and had to have it. 906 more words